Jariko's Desires [Soldiers of Passion 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Page 5

  Jariko cupped her chin, making her look at him. “Al…shit, babe.” He itched to move, to grab hold of her and shove her up and down on him. He held himself back.

  Alisha teared up. He was calling her Al. He only did that when she had done something wrong and he tried to soften his teaching lesson by making it more of a personal level. She shook her head, trying to rise from him.

  He held her still. “Easy, Alisha,” he coaxed, straining not to thrust up into her. Oh fuck, the heat of her drove him beyond crazy. Her tight cunt clenched around him, massaging his dick.

  Kyle lowered his hand. “Need to relax, Alisha…” His finger slipped into her wet folds and circled her clit. “There we go…relax.” He hummed, nibbling on her neck. He wouldn’t let Jariko lose this first time. Shit, he wouldn’t let Alisha lose it. She had given herself to Jar. She deserved all of Jar right back.

  Alisha moaned at the new sensations shooting through her. Her hips rocked and a whole new sensation struck her. Her eyes shot open and met Jariko’s.

  “There we go, baby.” He hummed, guiding her hips. “Good girl,” he whispered as she plastered herself to his front, hugging herself around him, her body lifting just the tiniest bit up the length of his erection than back down.

  Kyle groaned at the sight. One day he would be up her ass and she would be plastered between them. For now though, he would settle to help in the pleasuring of her. He circled her clit, her little nub hardened and poked out. He took his other hand and ran a finger up the crack of her ass. She shivered. He repeated then settled on her puckered hole, massaging. “Just a little,” he whispered against her ear.

  She nodded, head lolling as he nudged the tip of his finger in. She clenched and bucked.

  “Ah, love a virgin asshole.” He hummed, applying pressure to her clit.

  She gasped, her cunt clenching around Jariko’s thickness at the odd sensation Kyle’s finger had on her anus.

  Jariko groaned, hugging her close and lifting her.

  Alisha’s eyes widened and focused on Jariko’s as he slammed her down on him, and she groaned at the full awareness of exactly how much he filled her.

  Kyle pulled her back against his chest, lifting her. “Feel this,” he whispered as he lifted her, shoving her down.

  She squealed as Jariko’s cock slid and touched every inch of her insides. “More please,” she panted, tangling her arms through Kyle’s, giving him more leverage to control her body. Kyle grinned as Jariko eased back, lifting his hips. Their bodies slammed against each other in a rush of heated passion. Alisha’s skin glistened as her body overheated from the quick erratic movements. High-pitched pants escaped her. Her hands grasped at Kyle’s forearms as a tumble of decadent pleasure rolled through her. Alisha came screaming, her body stiffening as Kyle rammed her down on Jariko’s hard cock. Her mouth took off on a slew of curses as every thrust built up and made tremors erupt deep in her. Kyle’s finger on her clit was her undoing. She shoved herself down hard on Jariko, arms tightening on Kyle’s as she tensed and gushed over Jariko.

  Kyle growled, his hand delving between the two, his hand glistening from her cum. “Holy fuck, Alisha.” He hummed, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking his fingers. “Fucking tasty!” He offered his hand to Jariko, who sucked in a finger and moaned at the exquisite taste he offered.

  Alisha panted, slowly catching her breath. Did they just lick her juices from Kyle’s fingers? Oh motherfucker, did she want to do this all over again?

  “Congratulations, Alisha…you’re a gusher,” Jariko praised. This was going to be fun.

  Chapter Seven

  Alisha curled up in the middle of the bed. The thick comforter on her was heavy enough to make her drowsy and feel like she was being hugged. Her eyes were too heavy to open. She let herself fall into deep sleep.

  Jariko licked his lips. Fuck, he could still taste her on him. He could see her form buried there beneath his covers. Hear her soft moans, a squiggle here, a squiggle there as she probably rubbed her thighs together feeling the aftershocks of their lovemaking.

  “Wow,” Kyle whispered, hugging Jariko around the middle from behind him, pulling him close, resting his chin on Jar’s shoulder, and staring at the beauty curled up in their bed.

  Jariko nodded, grasping Kyle’s firm forearm. “Thank you, Kyle,” he whispered, afraid to raise his voice and awaken Alisha.

  Kyle kissed his cheek, laying a hand over his lover’s heart. “You both needed that, Jar. Shit. A frickin’ virgin.” He tightened his grip. “’Member how I always tell you about that meant-to-be crap?” Jariko glanced at him, waiting for him to continue. Kyle grinned. “I think this is one of those meant-to-be things.” He gave him a quick kiss and released him. “Think she’ll be all freaked when she wakes up with both of us?”

  Jariko scoffed. “If it was anything like this morning she’ll be sprawled over you touching herself,” he drawled, a smile crawling to his lips at the sweet memory.

  Kyle glanced at Jariko. His dick was still half-hard. He’d not come in her. He’d stopped when she had gushed all over him. Had let her settle and not taken advantage and induced a second orgasm out of her. He turned Jariko’s gaze away from the angel in their bed. “I love you, Jariko.” He caressed his cheek and managed to evoke a smile from his grumpy man.

  “Love you, too, Kyle…” His gaze fell back to the bed. “Think she could love both of us?” he asked. It scared the fuck out of him. He wanted her but would never give up Kyle. Would she be open enough to take the both of them? His heart cringed at the thought of having to choose. It wasn’t something he wanted to do. Shit, he wouldn’t be able to do it!

  Kyle cupped the back of his head and pulled him close. “She already does,” he answered assuredly.

  * * * *

  Alisha clenched her thighs. A groan melted from her. She turned, smacking into hard flesh. “Mmm,” she mumbled in her sleep-induced state.

  “How do you feel, hon?”

  She smiled. It was Kyle. His soft voice sent shivers over her. He was in front of her. Jariko at her back his warm body molded to hers. “Sore,” she admitted. Her whole nether region ached. She grunted, shifting. Only to have hard dick pressed against her ass.

  “A good soak will do wonders,” Jariko mumbled into her hair, snuggling her close.

  She opened her eyes and came face-to-face with Kyle.

  He grinned, pecking her on the nose. “Morning…God look at those pretty purple eyes.” He hummed. He’d not ever seen eyes that color.

  Alisha grinned, feeling Jariko’s arm curl tighter around her hugging her closer. A woman could get use to this, a strong man holding her tight and the other handsome man smiling and complimenting her.

  Kyle chuckled at the content look on her face. “I think grumpy Jar should get up and make us breakfast,” he declared, pulling her from Jariko’s arms. The growl that emitted from the man sent shivers through both. “Ooh, maybe he’ll spank both of us this morning,” Kyle teased, rolling Alisha onto her back and draping himself stealthily over her. Not crushing her but making sure she felt every inch of him.

  She looked up at him and grinned. “You first. Maybe by the time he gets to me he’ll be worn out,” she replied, looking over at Jariko. He lay there, the biggest smile she’d ever seen on his face. She slipped under Kyle’s arm and kissed Jariko, her legs curling around Kyle’s narrow waist.

  Kyle chuckled. “Hungry girl,” he uttered, rubbing his hard dick against her pussy. She shivered at the delightful slide of his dick. “Sure you’re sore?” he asked, easing his dick slowly into her.

  Alisha released a sharp breath, her eyes widening. Whoa! Way to sore, oh but the burn. Her body melted against Kyle’s. Yes, that burn that sent tingles singing through her and wanting more. Begging for more. Jariko laughed at the look of utter astonishment on her face. “Feels good don’t it?” he replied. Alisha nodded without thought her eyes on Kyle as his dick slid smoothly in and out of her.

  Jariko grinned, easing u
p on his elbow, tugging the blankets down, and watching as Alisha’s legs hiked up and curled around Kyle’s thighs, urging him on. Kyle’s tight muscled ass as it clenched with each thrust. He groaned, rising and settling behind Kyle.

  Kyle groaned. “Fuck yeah,” he uttered as he felt his lover’s hand cup his ass.

  Jariko groaned, his thumbs spreading Kyle’s ass cheeks. He dipped forward, kissing his asshole.

  Kyle groaned, gripping Alisha’s thigh.

  Alisha whimpered. “More please,” she whispered. Her cunt tightened around Kyle’s thick dick. Her hands gripped his muscled arms, her body riding his faster.

  Kyle grunted. “Hurry, Jar,” he ordered, relief filling him as the bed shifted under Jariko’s weight. Out of the corner of his eye he saw him grab the lube. His balls tightened. They’d not ever done this. “Not sure I’ll last,” he muttered. Alisha’s pace quickened beneath him and she was going to make him blow his load. He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on her thigh. “Easy.” He panted, fighting for control.

  Jariko chuckled, letting the lube dribble down Kyle’s crack. “You’ve been wearing the plug?” he asked, inching his thumb into his puckered hole.

  Kyle stiffened, a growl ripping from him. “Yes!” he uttered, slamming into Alisha, her hips bucking back against him. Fuck-fuck-fuck! “Hurry, Jar,” he begged in a raspy whisper, his balls tightening.

  Jariko chuckled. “Hold still a minute, babe,” he hummed, positioning his dick at Kyle’s entrance.

  Kyle groaned as Jariko eased in. “Fuckfuckfuck,” he uttered, holding still and enjoying the burn as Jar stretched him. He looked down at Alisha and the wonder in her eyes blew him away. “All together, Alisha,” he croaked.

  She sighed and ran her foot along Jariko’s hairy leg. He growled and grabbed hold of Kyle’s hips. “Sorry, Kyle…missed you so fucking much.” He pounded into his lover’s ass and grunted with every thrust.

  Alisha moaned at the assault, at the thrusts that Jariko caused. Kyle hardened further and filled her more. She moaned out, grasping at her breasts, pinching her nipples. Hot streaks of pleasure tore through her straight to her cunt.

  Kyle moaned at the sight. “Fuck…Jar…oh God…she’s touching herself,” he uttered.

  Jar peeked over, hunger filling him at the sight. Alisha’s head tilted back, her mouth open and her hands clutching her tits. His balls tightened. “Fuck!” He slammed harder into Kyle and within a few strokes was emptying himself into Kyle’s ass.

  Kyle came with a cry, his body jerking above Alisha, his cum heating up her insides as it shot in cords into her. “Fuckfuckfuck…shit,” he uttered, trying to bury himself deeper. He thrust harder, sending her sliding upward.

  She squealed at the sensation of the sheets sliding under her, her hair being pulled. Her pussy tightened and she bucked hard against him as tremors of pleasure and the pain from her scalp tore through her.

  All three slumped, breathing heavy. Alisha loosened her grip on Kyle’s hair. When the hell had she grabbed his hair? She moaned, feeling him slip from her warmth followed by a warm dribbling over the crack of her ass.

  Kyle groaned, daring to peek at her. “So sorry, Alisha…please tell me you’re on something, taking something?” he uttered. How the fuck could he be so careless! Jar was going to kill him.

  Alisha nodded. “Annual shot,” she mumbled. It was required of all of the women. In case rape occurred. No unwanted pregnancy to deal with. She licked her lip and cleared her thoughts. She didn’t want to think about that while in the arms of these two men. Her two men.

  Jariko grunted, easing from Kyle’s ass. “You okay, Kyle?” he asked, taking hold of Kyle’s jaw forcing Kyle to look at him. He was always rough that first time back. It scared him when he did that to Kyle.

  Kyle nodded. “I came in Alisha,” he uttered.

  Jariko grinned, shaking his head at the terrified look on Kyle’s face. “Silly man.” He kissed him full on the mouth, demanding his passion.

  Alisha moaned at the sight. She wanted some of that. She rose, halting her cheeks flushing as more of Kyle’s jizz oozed from her. She looked down between her legs at the wet mess between her legs. She scrunched up her nose. “Oh God,” she uttered, her hand touching the mess.

  Jariko took her hand, pressing it to her cunt. “From you and Kyle,” he assured.

  She shivered as he made her rub herself. Her gaze met his and all of sudden she wanted more. Was refilled with more hunger.

  Kyle groaned. “Touch your tits again, Alisha,” he ordered, bumping back against Jariko. Jariko groaned as her other hand cupped her heavy breast and she massaged. She scissored her taut nipple between her fingers and the sight was outstanding.

  Jariko hopped from the bed and made a beeline for the bathroom. Within seconds he was cleaned up and had a hot cloth in hand to clean up Kyle. Kyle was devouring one breast while Alisha played with the other.

  He gave Kyle a thorough cleaning, tossing the cloth at the laundry, settling on the free side of Alisha and shoving her hand downward. “Show Kyle what you were taught yesterday,” he ordered, sucking her tit into his mouth.

  She cried out, her hand cupping her mound, her finger delving into her soaked folds. She circled her clit, her hips rocking into the bed as the pressure built. She whimpered, her finger swiping across her clit. The hot mouths on her nipples drove her mindless. “Please, Jariko! You now, please,” she begged, spreading her legs wide. She needed him in her pounding her as hard as he’d pounded into Kyle.

  She cried out when he didn’t move. She growled, shoving Kyle away and shoving Jariko onto his back, straddling him. He growled and she shoved herself down on him, sighing as he filled her. “Kyle…touch me please,” she cried as she rocked on Jariko.

  Kyle ambled up behind her, his hands all over her. “Jar…! Tits, man, her tits need attention,” he demanded. His hand dipped, swiping across her clit. Alisha cried out at the shot of pleasure. She bounced on Jariko and both men groaned at the sight of her tits swaying to and fro.

  “Oh God,” she chanted, quickening her pace.

  Kyle cupped her ass, his finger teasing her asshole. “Going deeper,” he warned, swiping her own juices for lubricant and dipping his finger in her ass.

  She cried out at the invasion, wanting more. “More, Kyle!” she demanded, and he added a second finger and teased and slowly eased in. She shuddered and slammed down on Jariko with a cry.

  “There we go, hon, more, give him more. Fuck, Jariko, hon?” he chanted, his finger working her ass.

  Alisha panted heavily, the burn in her ass easing and turning into a sensual desire she wanted more of. She buried her nails into Jariko’s shoulders, needing leverage to slam on his dick while Kyle fucked her ass with his finger.

  She shook her head. “Can’t!” she cried.

  Jariko shot up and hugged her close, his hand cupping her shoulder, lifting and shoving her down on him.

  She cried out as his dick hit that spot it had last night. “More!” she cried. She wanted to feel him fill her. To feel his cum burn her, like Kyle’s had. She pulled at his hair and demanded all of him. Her mouth slammed to his, and his muscled arms tightened around her. Her pussy clamped around his dick, and both cried out in unison.

  Chapter Eight

  Alisha fell in a limp heap onto Jariko. His hands stroked her back, his lips whispered over her face. “Blanket, Kyle,” he whispered.

  Kyle pulled the blanket up covering them. He dipped, kissing Jariko then Alisha. He slipped from the bed. “Going to have a quick shower then make up some breakfast,” he murmured, making his way to the bathroom.

  Jariko nodded. That would be good. Alisha would need to replenish. Shit, what a bunch of animals he and Kyle were. He hugged her close, marvelling in her aftershocks.

  “I like it,” she whispered in a drowsy tone.

  Jariko kissed her temple. “We all do,” he shared.

  Alisha giggled, hugging her arms around him and shaking her head. “No
, I like it all, Jariko…I like you spanking me. Want you to spank me, and was hoping you would spank me.” She bit her lip. “I like Kyle touching my ass. He had his fingers…” She couldn’t even say it. Liked it but couldn’t say it yet.

  Jariko chuckled, tightening his grip on her. “He wants to fuck your ass,” he assured her. Her head came up and she looked at him. “I want him to,” she whispered, clenching her ass cheeks. “I want you to.”

  Jariko smiled. Fuck, the admission struck his heart and warmed his insides.

  * * * *

  Kyle puttered around the kitchen. Bacon was fried and he waited for the toaster to pop. He could hear the shower start. He heard Alisha’s sweet giggle echo and Jariko’s soft chuckle. He busied himself with the eggs and kept a close eye on the finicky toaster. Fuck, he’d just fucked Alisha and shit, it was astounding. He’d come in her and felt fucking fear like no other.

  Confusion racked him. A part of him wished she wasn’t on anything. What would a baby do to their relationship? To him and Jariko, would he have him home more? He brushed the thought aside.

  What the fuck was he thinking! Alisha was the same as Jariko. She wouldn’t want to give up her career to have babies with him and Jar. Fuck. He inhaled a sharp breath and urged his thumping heart to slow. He was jumping into this way too fast. But Jariko didn’t bring anyone home ever! If he brought Alisha home it meant he was serious in keeping her. What if Alisha didn’t want to be here? What if she only wanted Jariko?

  He cracked the eggs in the pan one by one covering them and turning down the heat. He buttered the toast and slid in two more. He flipped the bacon and then sprinkled salt and pepper on the eggs.

  Alisha bounded into the kitchen, grabbing hold of Kyle hiding behind him. “He says he’s going to spank me!” she cried, hugging herself to him. Giggling as Kyle took stance to protect her.

  Jariko stormed into the room, anger flashing in his eyes, but the grin on his face let Kyle know it was all play. “Hold her, Ky! She smacked my naked ass, she deserves it!” he argued on his behalf.