Spider Bight [Deep Space Mission Corps 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

loud moan as he started fucking his hips against Aaron’s face.
    That started the chain reaction. Caph, his nose practically shoved into Aaron’s balls, started groaning from the sensation of Ford moaning around his cock. Aaron reached down with his other hand and grabbed a fistful of Caph’s shaggy hair and used it for leverage to fuck the big man’s mouth.
    If Emi hadn’t been so tired, the combined feeling her empathic senses picked up from them would have easily gotten her in the mood to join them. Their love and passion flowed over them and her, nearly as intoxicating as any alcoholic drink.
    It rarely got better than this. Unless, of course, she was in the middle of their lovemaking.
    Ford came first. Emi could tell from the sounds he made and how he suddenly deep-throated Caph. That triggered Caph’s release, leading to another happy round of noises from Ford as he swallowed Caph’s juices.
    Only once he knew the other two had finished did Aaron allow himself to climax, rewarding Caph with a mouthful of cum.
    When the daisy chain fell still, the men breathing heavy and spent, Emi broke into applause.
    “I could make a mint selling tickets to watch that,” she teased.
    Aaron arched an eyebrow at her. “Oh, really?”
    She nodded. “I can’t imagine I’m the only woman out there who enjoys watching hot guys doing each other.”
    “Who says we want to be watched?” Aaron asked. “Not to mention, I suspect you wouldn’t want to share us.”
    “That’s true. I am pretty selfish. I want my three hunks to myself. I don’t ever plan on sharing you with anyone else.”

Chapter Three
     
    Emi wouldn’t let the guys see her costume, either. She grabbed the garment bag, which she’d hidden in a storage locker in the hold, and headed out that afternoon to meet up with her friends. Along with Sophie and Donna, she holed herself up in Donna’s room after they kicked out the men of the K-2 . Donna needed help lacing her gorgeous brocade corset, which completed her old-Earth can-can dancer costume. Sophie had gone with an old pirate wench standard.
    The other two women gave Emi approving thumbs-up to her short, tight white dress and red fishnet stockings. A push-up bra gave her extra cleavage, exposed by the low buttons of the dress. If she bent over, however, the short skirt would ride up her ass and show her red G-string. A pair of red-and-white platform-heeled boots, and a red-and-white hat, finished the ensemble.
    They didn’t know what their men had planned for their costumes. None of the men had told their women about their plans. The women would meet them at the party, which was being held by the head DSMC officer at the base, and surprise each other.
    Sophie turned and studied her reflection in the mirror. “I have a feeling I won’t be getting much sleep tonight,” she said with a smile.
    Donna grinned. “Hell, I hope I won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”
    “I still have a hard time picturing your grunts as lovable,” Emi teased Donna.
    “I know. They’re like one of those candies with the hard, crunchy outside and a gooey inside.” Donna blotted her lipstick on a tissue. “ Very gooey. Especially when you add heat.” She grinned.
    Sophie rose to the bait. “Dare I ask what kind of heat?”
    Donna lifted her layers of skirt to reveal she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath her garter belt. “I like to keep my guys up on their toes.”
    “It won’t be their toes that’ll be up,” Emi snarked. “Not when they realize you’re going commando. You’ll be lucky if they don’t pull you into a dark corner and bend you over a table.”
    “Maybe that’s my plan.”
    They arrived at the party a little later than the time they’d intended to meet their men. Standing in the darkened foyer of the banquet hall where the party was being held, they peered into the main room, trying to find their men.
    “Where the heck are they?” Donna muttered.
    “I don’t know,” Sophie said.