Chase, Zara - Tigers' Temptation [Impulse 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase

one nipple and his fingers massaged her other breast, kneading it harshly, causing pulsating passion to join the vortex of desire already running riot inside her body.
    “Tell us if we’re being too rough with you,” Philo said in a sexy drawl. “We like it hard ourselves, but if you don’t—”
    “I do. Just don’t stop.”
    “Then you must tell us what you want us to do to you.”
    “Just make me come. Please!”
    “She sounds desperate,” Philo said conversationally, as though discussing a scientific problem.
    Mikael had his mouth full and didn’t respond. But his hands were free and he brought one down lightly on her buttocks.
    “Argh!”
    “Did Mikael hurt you, honey?”
    “Yes. No.” She screwed her eyes tighter shut as she thought about it. “Actually, it tingles, and it feels pretty good.”
    Mikael brought his hand down a little harder. This time he also flicked his tongue across her clit.
    “Yes!”
    “Not yet,” Philo said, squeezing the tit he’d been massaging. “No one comes in this establishment until Mikael gives them permission. He’s in charge.”
    Like hell he is!
    He slapped her a third time but also sucked her entire clit into his mouth, or so it felt, his tongue delving and agitating its sensitized depths. Layla screamed and shattered to a climax in Mikael’s mouth as he feasted on her pussy. Her body felt as though it was on fire as the tremors struck from all angles, building to a crescendo and hovering there. She rocked her hips against Mikael’s magical mouth as exquisite shards of intense sensation coursed through her, again and again. Time after impossible time, cresting and then building to such impossible heights that she thought she’d lost her mind. It was so intense that it was almost too much to bear.
    When the final convulsion subsided, Layla let out a deep sigh, opened her eyes, and smiled at both men. They were sitting at her side with their legs spread at odd angles, smiling at her.
    “Better?” Mikael asked.
    “Yes, thanks. I guess I needed that more than I realized.”
    “No question about that.”
    He got up and disappeared into his bedroom without another word. Layla sat up, wondering what had happened to the relaxed Mikael. The Mikael who had laughed, who truly seemed to appreciate her, who knew how to suck an orgasm out of a girl until she cried with carnal pleasure.
    Philo lifted her into his arms and carried her to the nearest sofa, collapsing onto it beside her. They were still both naked, but it didn’t appear to bother him so why should she care?
    “He doesn’t like me, does he?”
    “It’s not you, babe. It’s what you do for a living.”
    “He doesn’t like reporters, I got that part. A lot of people don’t, as it happens. But he doesn’t know anything about me.”
    “He had a bad experience with the press and has never gotten over it.”
    “What happened?”
    “Oh, it was some years ago now. He was newly qualified—”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah.” Philo gave her an exasperated look. “Do you wanna hear this or not?”
    “Sure.”
    “Okay, he was newly qualified but already disillusioned with mainstream medicine. He had ideas about alternatives and wrote such authoritative papers on the subject that he attracted enough research money to look into it seriously.” Philo paused, threw his head back, and sighed. “He’s not very good at public relations—”
    “Yes, I got that part.”
    “Well, a journalist who was supposed to do a write-up on his work for a respected publication asked him one too many stupid questions and Mikael basically told him to fuck off.”
    Layla clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh dear!”
    “Right. The journalist didn’t appreciate having his intellect called into question and did such a hatchet job on Mikael’s ideas that the funding was pulled.”
    “Ah, that would explain it, I suppose. Did you know him at the time?”
    “No, if I had, I wouldn’t have let him shoot his mouth off like that.