Secret Temptation [The Callens 3] (Siren Publishing M?nage Everlasting) Read online

  He’d been so engrossed in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard the door open. He wiped the steam off the clear glass shower door and saw April standing there, her eyes wide. What the hell was she doing here? Couldn’t she take a hint that he could never be with her?

  Conflicting thoughts raced through him. Too bad he wanted her so bad he could taste it. He knew what his roommate was trying to do. By not being here, Blake wanted them to make love. Since moving here, the opportunity to share hadn’t come up until now. Yesterday, Blake had said he was tired of short affairs. He was ready to settle down, and April was the one.

  That was the precise reason why he couldn’t give in to his urges. While he had money, he’d dropped out of college at the end of his sophomore year. April needed a man who was smart. She and Blake would be perfect together.

  Nope. His sharing days with Blake were most likely over.

  He needed a way to encourage April to leave without hurting her feelings. “Just so you know, I charge for the view.” He wanted his comment to sound like he was in control, even though he wasn’t.

  She jutted her hip out and tilted her head, looking way too cute. “How much? I’ll pay.”

  He had to laugh at that. That was one thing he liked about this pest. She was aggressive when she wanted something. He bet if he called her bluff, she’d run. He took his time washing, taking extra care with his balls and his cock, which was getting longer by the minute. He expected her to leave, but instead, she stood there with her arms crossed.

  She was an interesting woman. He’d grant her that. From the way she was staring at his cock, she wanted him. His dick turned rock hard when he considered taking her. Maybe he should test-drive her. Then she’d leave him alone where he could spend his days working with the horses.

  He shut off the water and stepped out.

  She waved a towel. “Mind if I dry you off?”

  He’d never be able to have her hands on him and not make love to her. “I know how to use one on myself.”

  When he reached for the cloth she moved it out of reach. “That’s not what I asked.”

  If she wanted to play her game, that was okay by him. He wouldn’t let her nearness affect him. The hard-on he had needed to disappear and quick.

  “Turn around,” she demanded.

  If she started on his back, it would give him time to think of every mundane chore, and his cock would deflate. He offered his back and pictured mucking the stalls, reading bills, doing taxes, and thinking of all the names the kids in school used to call him when he first came to live with Blake.

  Nothing worked. Every trick he used to lose his erection was countered by her dragging the towel down his back and over his ass. She patted his butt then threaded the towel between his legs. He hoped he’d swallowed his moan. Did she have any idea what she did to him?

  After she thoroughly dried both legs, she tapped his leg for him to turn around. Heat actually raced up his face when he faced her. His erect cock was at her mouth level. He warred with himself. He’d give up the piano if she’d suck on him one time. Yet if she did, he’d have to have her and that would only lead to heartbreak.

  Hers.

  Randy was used to people leaving him. Because he understood abandonment, he never wanted April to feel that way about him. Bottom line, he needed to stay the hell away from her before he did some damage. God only knew if he made love to her, he’d want her forever.

  All reason and logic evaporated the moment her lips touched his cock. He hadn’t had a woman in a long time, but that was not why her touch reached into his soul. She understood him probably better than he understood himself.

  She cupped his sac, and he thought he’d burst apart right there. Each lick of her delicate tongue tightened his already-solid balls. He stepped out of her grasp and pulled her up by the shoulders.

  Without saying a word, he bent down and picked her up. She weighed next to nothing.

  “Randy?”

  Words wouldn’t form. His mouth became too dry. All he could think of was sinking his cock into her sweet pussy. But first, he wanted to tease her like she’d been tormenting his dreams since the first time he’d seen her. His gaze never left her face. He loved the sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose and how those lips formed a bow. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with what he guessed was delight and anticipation.

  He hoped like hell he was doing the right thing. What sane man turned down someone as provocative as April Callen?

  April wanted this. Blake wanted this. He sure as hell needed this.

  Careful that she didn’t bang into anything, he walked her to his bedroom. April needed discipline. That much was clear. Would she like his style of punishment? He placed her on the unmade bed and strode over to the dresser where he had to sift through his underwear drawer to find what he’d been looking for.

  Velvet handcuffs. He plucked them from the drawer and dangled them from one finger. If he detected even an ounce of fear, he’d put them away. April’s chin lifted as if she dared him to tie her down.

  God, but he wanted her. She was worming her way into his soul more and more each minute. Never taking his gaze off her face, he dropped the cuffs on the bed and straddled her. “You sure about this?”

  He never did anything a woman didn’t want first.

  “Yes.”

  She couldn’t be any clearer. He unsnapped her jeans and pulled down the zipper. He glanced to her hands to see if she’d stop him, but she didn’t move a muscle. After he removed her boots and socks, he slipped her jeans and panties over her hips. At the sight of her bare pussy, pre-cum dripped out of the tip of his cock. Looking at her perfectly formed body sent his heart into overdrive. He wanted to pack her pussy more than anything he’d ever wanted.

  He expected her to chatter and to challenge him. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on him. Her T-shirt came off easily. Last but not least, he unclasped her bra and flung it off.

  “Now you’re mine.”

  He’d never spoken a more true statement. He didn’t know if he’d crossed the line, but he needed her as much as his fingers needed to touch the ivory keys. Using the velvet cuffs, he clamped her hands over her head.

  She struggled a bit, but he figured it was her way to see how much slack she’d have. Opening her legs wide, he crawled between them. He couldn’t decide where he wanted to begin. Everything about her was so delicious he could spend an hour feasting on her.

  “I want all of you.” His voice cracked. Damn.

  She closed her eyes for a second. “I’m all yours.”

  Those words shot straight to his gut. He wanted to touch and taste her tits, but with her honeyed pussy right in front of him, he couldn’t help but have a taste.

  * * * *

  The moment Randy licked her pussy, she was a goner. A torrent of ecstasy washed over her as he flicked her clit. He grabbed her hips and held on tight as his tongue probed her. She wanted to run her hands through his thick, black hair, but with her hands tied, she was at his mercy.

  Not that she should be comparing the two men, but Randy seemed more desperate than Blake. It was almost as if this was Randy’s one chance to get it right, whatever that meant. His urgency made her gush even more.

  “God, you taste good.”

  He released her hips. With one hand, he reached up and played with her nipple. He pressed the tip between his thumb and forefinger. The pressure drove her wild with need. With the other hand, he slipped a finger in her pussy, and she groaned at the added pleasure. He alternated between licking her and delving his finger into her. When he crooked his finger and hit her extra sensitive spot, she bucked off the bed.

  “Easy.”

  “Can’t.” The words failed to come out. She’d wanted to be with Randy since the first time she’d seen him. His gentleness with animals told her there was a wonderful man inside his caged body.

  Why did she need him so much? She’d just had sex with Blake, which m
eant she wasn’t driven by lust. No, it was more than that. She wanted to heal Randy and to love him. He was untapped potential personified.

  She squeezed her eyes and pretended she was the keyboard, and he was playing music on her body. He flicked her nipple back and forth before massaging her breast. She wanted his mouth on her swollen crest, but that would mean he’d have to leave her pussy, which at the moment was in heaven.

  He drew her bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucked. Forgetting her hands were tied, she pulled down on them. Damn him. She wanted to explore the plains of his body.

  “I need to feel you.”

  He looked up. “If I let you go and you touch me, I won’t last. This is the only way I can love you.”

  Love me, or make love to me? Her heart tripped over itself trying to decide what he meant.

  As if he’d read her mind, he slid up her body and supported himself on his elbows. He pressed down on one nipple and watched it spring back to life. He repeated that over and over, as if he wanted to see if on the tenth press, the nipple would respond differently.

  “You have perfect breasts.” He pressed once more then drew the tip into his mouth.

  Holy moly. His playful attention had made the end super sensitive. When he pulled the nipple taut, the nerve endings exploded. Tingles raced down her body and shook her pussy awake.

  How much more teasing could she take? Prodding him, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He grinned but continued to lavish attention on the other breast. When he used his teeth to draw the tip tight, she dropped her head back and opened her mouth. Her breath lodged deep in her throat.

  “I want you now. Come on. You’re driving me crazy.”

  “You are so sensitive.”

  “Let me torture you and see how long you’d last, Mr. Ultimate Fighter Man.”

  He laughed, and the sound went straight through to her heart.

  “You are something else, little girl.”

  Little girl? That did it. “Uncuff me.” She said it with as much authority as she could muster for only being five foot three.

  “Not so tough, are you?” He smiled and reached over to the side table where he’d placed the key. With a flick, she was free.

  She lowered her arms and threaded her fingers through his hair. She sighed at the soft silkiness.

  “Happy now?”

  “In part.”

  “Need me to do something else for you?”

  Before she had a chance to answer, he captured her mouth. Heaven met nirvana. His kiss was demanding and thorough. She had to taste him. The moment the pressure let up, she opened her mouth and he dove right in. He probed her hard as he filled her mouth.

  She used her newfound freedom to rake her fingernails down his back. The muscles rippled as he shifted his body. “I need more.”

  She lifted her hips and collided with his hard abs. Surely he knew she wanted his cock.

  His kiss softened, just like the end of his musical score. Instead of coming back for more, he trailed kisses down her neck.

  “You smell so good.” She could barely hear him. It was almost like he was talking to himself, trying to commit the scent to memory.

  He rolled over, and for a moment, she thought he’d get up and leave. Instead, he went over to the dresser and scrounged through his drawer. He returned waving a condom.

  “May I?” she asked in her sweetest voice. He handed it to her. She tore open the foil package and extracted the latex. The scent of coconuts floated up to her. “Lie down on your back.”

  He didn’t move for a moment then did as she asked. Giving anyone control was probably hard for a man like Randy. His cock lay flat against his body, and she needed it more upright. “Can you sit up a bit?”

  He did. “Do you know how to use one of those?”

  Why did he have to say everything with a chuckle? “I’m not dumb.”

  “Dumb, never, but inexperienced maybe.”

  Uh-oh. Was he fishing to see if she’d slept with Blake? “Blake showed me.”

  She studied his reaction but got none.

  “Good.”

  Taking her time, she slipped the rubber over his length. Since he’d tied her up, she wanted to be the one in control. She straddled him. “Do you think you can handle me?”

  “What does that mean?”

  “You’ll have to wait and see.”

  Chapter Ten

  April had every intention of playing with Randy until he couldn’t stand it any longer. From what she’d learned from having four older brothers, men, especially macho men like Randy, took pride in not ejaculating too soon. She hovered her pussy over his cock, reached down to grab hold, then slowly slid his dick into her.

  Her pulse raced at the intensity, but she wouldn’t give in to her carnal lust right away. With deliberation, she slid right off and got on her knees.

  “What are you doing? That felt so good.” There was almost a hint of panic in his voice.

  With her ass high in the air, she leaned over and licked his nipples. He jerked a bit. Since he was packed with muscles, she cupped his pectorals and thrilled at their strength. Tattoos were scattered across his arms, but the images flowed rather than distracted. She cupped his face and kissed him once before moving over to his ear. She sucked on the lobe and her pussy almost dripped on him.

  As much as she wanted to fuck him hard, her need to explore his body took precedence. Running her fingers along the shoulders, she thrilled at his intense development. Her touch was light, but it was enough to feel his muscles flex.

  Randy clasped her shoulder. “I need you.”

  His desperate plea made her give in to her own desires. She sat up, grabbed his cock, and guided him into her wet pussy. The relief was instant. While she wanted to torment him, it was she who couldn’t stand not having him inside her. At first, she rode him up and down, milking his cock with each withdrawal. His mouth opened slightly as if he was fighting the loss of control.

  She planted her palms on his chest and increased the speed. With each stroke, the friction intensified. He reached up and palmed her tits, adding to the pleasure bubbling inside. He pressed hard on both nipples. The pain became the joy. Arching her back, she drove down faster and faster. Her climax neared.

  His hands clasped her hips. “Jesus, April, you feel so fucking good.”

  With her head dropped back, she rode her cowboy for all he was worth. She was so focused on the incredible journey that she didn’t hear Blake come in until he was standing next to her. Naked.

  Having two men in the same room catapulted her to a higher plane.

  Suddenly, she wasn’t able to move. Randy had her hips in a vise grip and was bucking up into her, pounding her walls. The molten joy boiled inside her. Blake turned her chin and placed his cock on her lips.

  She greedily lapped up his cock. The vein pulsed. Just as Randy filled her to the max, she opened up and sucked on Blake’s hard dick. She stilled for a moment while she tried to get her bearings. Since it was difficult for her to move much, Blake held her head and gently guided his cock in and out. She squeezed down tight, and he groaned.

  “Your mouth is pure bliss.”

  Randy shifted her hips, and new nerve endings exploded. As she continued to love on Blake, Randy drove hard, until a cascade of pleasure so intense drenched her. She shifted her hands to his biceps and held on as her climax rocked her.

  Blake must have sensed her release, or else figured from her banshee-like scream that she’d climaxed, because he increased the speed for a moment before shooting his hot jism into her mouth, coating her tonsils. She leaned back and drank in his salty juices.

  With her pussy still on fire, Randy did four quick upward thrusts until he held tight at the end. His cock throbbed and enlarged. His warm seed filled the condom. It was a while before he eventually loosened his grip.

  Blake was the first to recover.

  “Let me get a towel.”

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bsp; She was still trying to figure out what had happened. Never had she been in the same bedroom as two men, let alone done what she just did. “That was truly a new all-time experience for me.”

  Blake returned with a towel but had to wait until she had the strength to lift off Randy’s cock.

  “I want some pussy.” Blake leaned over and kissed her. Sparks of excitement ran rampant down her spine.

  She wanted his cock. How was that possible? She’d had explosive sex. Her pussy couldn’t want more. “Now?”

  Blake laughed. “No, darlin’. You need to rest. Are you hungry?”

  She was trying to figure out if he was asking if she was hungry for more cock or food. “Yes.”

  “Then get dressed and I’ll take you out.” He turned to Randy. “You want to come?”

  He waved a hand. “You two go.”

  Now why did he have to act that way? She’d thought they’d broken through a barrier, and now he was back to his taciturn self.

  “What? You afraid to be seen with two working stiffs who excel at what they do?” Maybe that wasn’t nice, but Randy needed a kick in the butt.

  He tucked his chin in. “No. I wanted to work on my composition and do a bit of lifting.”

  “That’s such a cop-out.” Since he hadn’t left his bedroom, she continued her attack. “Would you ever buy a high-quality hot dog, load it up with chili, cheese, onions, and mustard then only eat the bun?”

  Both men looked at her like she was crazy. “Why would I do that?”

  “The same way you’d play the piano brilliantly and take a menial job when you could be a great musician.”

  He faced Blake and chuckled. “Take her out.”

  She crawled closer and picked up one of his hands in hers. “For me. Come with us?” She placed his palm on her breast.

  He shrugged. “I guess I have to eat, too.”