Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page A

Get it back.”
    “No, my mistake, it’s landed back on your tits.”
    “Ah!” Her hand closed around one nipple and squeezed hard.
    “Its friend’s turned up and landed on your cunt. Shoo it away, Aisha. You don’t need it.”
    “I do! I so need it. Please, let it stay.”
    Tyrone shared a glance with Kane, who was now also rock hard.
    “See what it wants then.”
    Her fingers were on her sweet spot in a millisecond. “It wants me to come.”
    “No, that can’t be right. Not if you don’t like your body.”
    “I do!” Her voice was an anguished moan. “I love my body. My body is a temple.”
    “Yeah, it is.” Tyrone felt euphoric. “Both butterflies are on your cunt now, Aisha.”
    Her fingers went to work and both men saw her muscles tense. Her mouth opened in a startled “oh,” but no sound emerged. Then all four fingers of one hand disappeared inside her pussy as her thumb worked her clit. She screamed as her orgasm hit and she rode her fingers like a woman with something to prove to herself. On and on it went, and Tyrone knew it would be more intense, more satisfying than anything she’d known before, mainly because he’d made her wait so long to achieve it.
    Eventually her body stopped spasming, and she opened her eyes and blinked at Tyrone and Kane in obvious confusion.
    “What just happened to me?” she asked.

Chapter Nine
     
    Aisha woke up and stretched, feeling refreshed and full of vigor. Just for a moment she couldn’t remember where she was or what had changed to make her feel so totally enlightened. Being relaxed wasn’t something she’d known too much about in her aggressively competitive, highly stressful career choice.
    Then it all came back to her in a jumble of erotic recollections. Tyrone coaxing her into the most cataclysmic orgasm she’d ever experienced without laying so much as one finger on her. His authoritative, deep voice had a hypnotic effect, compelling her to follow wherever it led. Almost like an out-of-body experience, she’d ceded control of her mind to him, simply because she so badly wanted to please him. She recalled just how desperately she’d needed to come. Time and again he’d forbidden it and she hadn’t found the will to argue. That, she realized now, was what had made the entire episode so deeply sensual.
    When Kane had walked in on them, the admiration she saw in his eyes as she gave free vent to her feelings added to her liberation. Slivers of liquid excitement coursed through her bloodstream as she recalled the episode. Aisha rubbed her thighs together, close to orgasm again just through thinking about it. The fire burning inside her abruptly died when she remembered that she’d have to face the guys again shortly. She examined her feelings and discovered to her astonishment that embarrassment had taken a vacation. The guys hadn’t made a big deal out of it, so why should she? She’d simply pretend that it hadn’t happened and let them raise the subject if they felt the need.
    The three of them had taken lunch together after her performance. They chatted about her research, asked her questions about her work, but didn’t mention the exhibition she’d just made of herself. It was as though they understood her better than she understood herself—even if they didn’t want to actually fuck her and couldn’t offer an explanation for their reluctance to. It didn’t matter. She got the message. Presumably there were significant others in their lives and they were being faithful, after a fashion, by not going the whole way with her. Fine, she could live with that. Besides, she wasn’t the one who’d started these sex games, nor did she have a partner anymore. She was a free agent and had nothing to feel guilty about.
    They’d told her they were taking her out to dinner that night and that she might want to get some rest beforehand. Apparently things happened late in this community. Aisha agreed, because the thought of going back to all those