The Song Bird (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Beth D. Carter

hooking them over his shoulders as he held himself and lined up with her tight hole. Slowly, he pushed in, the ample lubrication letting him slide easily. She gasped and wiggled a little, but her position didn’t allow much movement. Deeper he went until he felt her barrier. Using his thumb to stimulate her little clit, he gave her one moment to relax before plunging forward. Immediately he felt her pussy clamp down on his cock, as if trying to prevent him from going farther. She whimpered a little in pain. Eli held still.
    “Jace,” he managed to say between clenched teeth. The urge to pound into her was strong. “Help her.”
    Jason was all over her, kissing her mouth, massaging her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Slowly she relaxed, her body melting once more under the tender ministrations. Her inner muscles loosened, and with a groan of intense lust, Eli started moving.
    “Ah,” she cried out as his cock slid all the way in then all the way out. He started pumping back and forth, harder and harder with each thrust.
    “Oh, oh,” she was crying with each push. She held on to his biceps, her body moving in time with him. Her eyes clung to his, widening as he watched her body go up in flames. She was warm and wet and tempted him to lose his sanity.
    “Stay with me,” he told her, maintaining eye contact. “God! Your pussy is so tight, Avilon.”
    “I feel strange,” she managed to pant. “I feel…I feel…oh God!”
    He felt her body clench his as she shuddered with release. He pushed his cock deeper, riding her through her climax. He pistoned faster, pulling her hips up and angling until he felt the tip of his cock touch her womb. She moaned loudly as his balls slapped against her ass. He picked up the pace, drilling her as his cock easily slid in and out from the wetness pouring out of her.
    “God, sweetheart, you’re so hot. Oh yeah, oh fuck…I can’t hold back! Ah!”
    With a Herculean effort, he pulled out of her warm cunt just before he spurted hot stream after hot stream onto her chest. He let out a growl and collapsed onto her in a sweaty, sticky heap, his heart thundering heavily in his chest.
    In the sexual aftermath haze, he felt Jason crawling behind him. Jason placed his hard cock in Eli’s ass crack and started humping. He was able to push back through his waning strength, and a few seconds later, he heard Jason give a moan. Eli felt warm fluid squirt over his back.
    They all fell together in heap of arms and legs, and Eli fell asleep instantly.

Chapter Twelve
     
    Avilon opened her eyes to see diluted sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains that covered the windows. She blinked, knowing something was different. She didn’t have windows in her room. She didn’t have a large bed she could stretch out on.
    Suddenly, the events of the previous night came crashing into her mind, and she sat up quickly, bringing the blanket with her. The soreness between her thighs made her flinch, and she swept the cover away to see dark stains upon the sheet, proof of her now missing maidenhead.
    The door opened, and Avilon jerked the blanket back across her body. Jason walked in holding a tray. Their eyes met, and he smiled at her. She knew it was meant to calm her, but truthfully, her mind was too consumed with what had happened to appreciate Jason’s apparent ease.
    “I brought some food,” he said. “Some cheese and bread. Tea. I’m sure you’re hungry.”
    She took a deep breath. “Yes. Thank you.”
    He set the tray on the edge of the bed. Avilon pushed herself up until her back rested against the headboard. She kept the blanket close to her neck.
    “Are you hurting?”
    She shook her head. But then she shifted her legs, and she winced. Jason gently lifted the blanket and moved it off her legs, revealing the blood. Avilon felt her face flame up. Jason glanced at her before walking to the washbasin. He poured some water from the pitcher into the bowl then soaked a cloth. After wringing it