Liability [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Tymber Dalton

  He rolled her onto her back and easily slid his cock inside her. She found her body responding, already trained to a certain extent.

  What if this was Mason sliding his cock inside her?

  She shivered at the thought, the good kind of shiver, amplified when Cole grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to move with him, her swollen clit rubbing against his body in almost the perfect way to get her over.

  He leaned in and nuzzled the side of her neck. Then he let out a delicious little growl before he bit down on the side of her neck.

  Her world unhinged, sending her into orbit. He started fucking her hard and fast to finish with her, even with his teeth still clamped onto her flesh.

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  He sat up and smiled down at her without releasing her wrists. “I love you, too, sweetheart. Feel better?”

  She nodded. She felt a lot better.

  It never should have worried her. Considering how Cole had handled all of this, it had been her own silly fears, her own hangups.

  Goddamned Craige.

  She hated that what she’d lived through still had such a strong hold on her psyche.

  Maybe I need counseling.

  No maybe about it. She did. She should. But when she looked at some people and their issues, hers seemed minor by comparison. Was she being ungrateful to the Universe for what she had? Was she being neurotic for no good reason?

  They cuddled together to go to sleep, and she soon felt Cole’s breathing deepen and slow against the back of her neck. Doubting herself had become a way of life for her that she still had trouble shedding even after two years with Cole’s gentle, steady love.

  They were supposed to have dinner with Mason on Wednesday night. He was coming by Cole’s, and play had been hinted at by both men.

  It hadn’t taken Kim long to realize both men liked to tease her and keep her guessing.

  She didn’t mind, of course. It was fun.

  She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep, suspecting her dreams would be filled with thoughts of Mason.

  * * * *

  Wednesday evening, Mason pulled up at Cole’s house almost the same time she did. She knew he’d left his toybag there rather than haul it home again, and when her gaze caught his, she felt her pussy clench, juices already flowing.

  He walked up to her. “Ready to play, pet?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Calling him that felt right. Perfect.

  Hell, she felt the slide into subspace already.

  By the time the two men finished with her an hour later, she felt like she’d melt into a puddle. Cole had laid a towel on the couch, and she was now stretched out between the two of them, her head in Mason’s lap, and starting to doze off.

  And they hadn’t even eaten dinner yet.

  “So,” Cole said, “Kim and I want to talk to you about something.”

  Her eyes popped open. Yes, this had been at the back of her mind, too, but subspace had driven all other thoughts away once the men had tag-teamed her.

  “Sure,” Mason said.

  Cole laced fingers with her and took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you, and it’s something I haven’t told anyone but Kim. Needless to say, I’d appreciate you not repeating this.” He started telling Mason about the night in college.

  Kim looked up, into Mason’s face, but his gaze was fixed on Cole.

  When Cole finished telling Mason the story, he seemed to lose track of where he was going and ended with, “So. I guess what I’m trying to say is…if you’re maybe interested in doing…more, I might be interested in trying…more.”

  Mason remained silent for a long time. Almost long enough to unsettle her until he licked his lips and took a deep breath. “More?”

  Cole nodded. “More. Not as your submissive. I mean…sexually. Like you always say, no’s an acceptable answer and won’t hurt my feelings. Seriously. But if you’re interested in me, I’m…interested in you.”

  Mason started stroking Kim’s hair again and she struggled not to drop back into subspace. “What about Kim?”

  “And her, if you want to. I mean, we both understand if you don’t want to with her and just want her to watch, or…whatever.”

  Mason stared down into her face. “What about you, pet?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’ve…” Hell, the man had seen her literally spread wide open. “I’m attracted to you. But the thought of watching you is pretty hot, too, even if you’re not attracted to me like that.”

  He stroked her hair some more. “If we do this, take things further, I want to do it slowly.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He looked at Cole. “And I’d want to collar her as my submissive.”

  “Sure.”

  “You’re okay with that?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “Meaning I’d have your permission to play with her however I wanted, whenever I wanted?”

  “Doesn’t mean she and I can’t have sex, right? And I should clarify, I’m not saying I want to get spanked. But I’m not against…well, if you want to start doing more with me while we play with her.”

  The heat in Mason’s gaze could melt concrete. “Like having her suck me off while you fuck her?”

  She heard Cole suck in a breath. “Or more.”

  * * * *

  Mason was doing his best not to come in his jeans. The thought of Cole…

  He couldn’t help running his fingers through Kim’s hair. “And you’re okay with this?” he asked her.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He looked over and spotted Cole’s erection.

  Part of him was screaming to go slow.

  And part of him was screaming to let his cock free.

  Baby steps.

  “Looks like Cole wants to fuck another load of cum into you,” he said to her.

  Her lower lip caught under her teeth and he knew they had her. She liked dirty talk during their scenes, he’d learned.

  “You want to suck my cock while Cole fucks you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She tried to roll off him but he gently cupped a hand around her throat, holding her in place.

  “Wait,” he said. “I have rules.”

  Hell, Cole had already started getting up and shoving his shorts down, but he paused, listening.

  “If at any time you want to stop, you need to say red. Even if we’re in the middle of something. Do not let me go too far.”

  “I promise, Sir.”

  He looked at Cole. “That goes for you, too.”

  He nodded. “Yeah.”

  Mason’s focus returned to her. “I’ll get you a collar to wear. Obviously, your relationship with Cole comes first, as does our jobs. But other than that, if you’re going to be my submissive, you’re going to follow my rules.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “The morning and evening texts are now mandatory.”

  She nodded.

  “You need to change your FetLife profile to reflect what we now are.”

  “What about you and Cole?” she asked.

  He looked at Cole. “Leave that to the two of us to figure out.”

  Cole smiled.

  Mason let her get on her knees between his legs. He helped her unfasten his jeans, freeing his cock from his briefs. Cole shoved his shorts down and off and yes, exposing a cock Mason felt his mouth water over.

  Kim’s mouth closed over Mason’s cock about the same time Cole sank his cock inside her pussy, making her moan.

  Mason held her head steady, not letting her move yet, her moans almost sending him over the edge.

  Cole fucked her, hard, fast, and Mason could tell when she was close to coming. The whole time, even when he wouldn’t let her move, she was sucking, licking, trying to do anything to get him over.

  He leaned in to speak in her ear. “Good girls always swallow,” he whispered before starting to move, still holding her head. She moaned, groaning as the orgasm hit an
d that tripped him over the edge and started a chain reaction that made Cole come.

  As his balls emptied into her mouth, Mason sat there, holding her in place, realizing they’d crossed a line.

  He just hoped it wasn’t a bad thing when the future ran up to meet them.

  “Grab the Hitachi,” he told Cole, who dove for it and quickly got it pressed against her clit and turned on.

  She screamed her orgasm around Mason’s cock and he felt himself stirring again.

  Damn.

  He held her head in place and kissed the top of her head. “Good girl,” he said. “Now you let Cole make you come for us.”

  He finally looked down her body and spotted Cole’s smile. Mason waited until she’d sucked a second climax out of him to nod to Cole to stop.

  She practically collapsed, melting into Mason.

  “Feel like staying in for dinner, pet?” Mason asked her.

  She weakly nodded.

  Cole laughed. “I’ll call in pizza.”

  As he went to do that, Mason leaned over, holding her. “That was perfect, pet. Such a good girl.”

  She nuzzled her head against his. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Yes, this felt right. It felt good.

  Then why did it terrify the fuck out of him that he might screw it up?

  Chapter Sixteen

  Kim’s pulse raced as she awaited Mason’s arrival at Cole’s house Friday night. They’d already eaten dinner, and Mason had said he’d grab something before he got there.

  Really, if the guys left it up to her? She didn’t want to leave the house to go to the club or go out to dinner all weekend. She’d rather they stay there and play, able to do what they wanted, whatever might happen, and not have to pull back because of the club’s rules. She loved the club, but she wanted more tonight.

  A lot more.

  Wednesday night had been beyond amazing. After Mason had left, Cole had bent her over the bed and fucked her pussy again, making her kneel and suck his cock clean when they finished.

  And she’d loved it.

  She hoped beyond hope that tonight they wouldn’t leave the house at all.

  When Mason got there, she was ready, wearing collar and cuffs and nothing else. He smiled but quickly led her to the bedroom, where he bent her over the bed and clipped her wrists behind her.

  “Stay.” He patted her on the ass and went out to talk to Cole.

  She lay there, her nipples rubbing against the bed and adding to her torment, her juices already running down her legs.

  The men soon returned, both of them naked, and carrying various implements. They soon got her blindfolded and the vibrating egg slid inside her pussy. She didn’t even have time to process that before the first smack of a paddle landed across her ass cheeks.

  She suspected it was Cole in charge of the vibrator control, because he sat on the bed by her head and had her sucking his cock while Mason went to work on her ass with implements.

  Time flowed, impossible to track. She was so deep in subspace that when Mason started lubing her ass, all she could do was lie there and enjoy it with the egg pulsing in her pussy.

  Cole pulled his hard cock out of her mouth and she felt him climb out of bed, but wasn’t sure what was going on, except that he cranked the vibrating egg up to high and her world dissolved.

  All she knew was she was about to get fucked.

  And she was going to love it.

  * * * *

  Mason leaned over and slowly worked his condom-clad cock into Kim’s ass as she squirmed and tried to fuck herself against him. He didn’t bother chastising her to hold still. It was more fun to watch her struggle against the restraints in her eagerness to have her ass filled and fucked while the vibrating egg in her pussy continued to torment her.

  He was aware of Cole standing close on his left, watching, the man now slowly stroking his own cock with his left hand. And then Mason was buried to the hilt inside Kim’s tight ass, pinning her down with his weight for a moment as he took a few deep breaths to regroup. He didn’t want to explode right out of the gate. He wanted this to last.

  They’d decided to blindfold her so maybe she wouldn’t know who was where, the excitement, the anticipation helping to build things up even more for her.

  Finally, when he knew he could move without coming immediately, he slowly started fucking her, feeling the vibrating egg in her pussy through the thin wall of muscle and the way her body kept coming, caught in that delicious web he loved tangling her in.

  Then he felt Cole’s right hand, fingers trailing down his ass, coming to rest on the back of his left thigh.

  Mason closed his eyes to hold back and not explode. Cole leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Fuck her good. I love watching your ass like that.”

  Mason finally opened his eyes again and turned his head to meet Cole’s gaze. With his cock deep inside Kim, Mason paused what he was doing and reached over, cupping his hand around the back of Cole’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss. He fucked the other man’s mouth with his tongue, Mason’s cock throbbing as Cole just as eagerly tongue-fucked him back.

  Mason couldn’t start moving again at first, but when he did, he kept his forehead pressed against Cole’s, his hand around the back of the other man’s neck as he stared into his eyes.

  “Fuck her hard, Mase,” Cole encouraged. “She likes that. Make our pet scream.”

  Our pet.

  Mason had to let go of Cole and grabbed both her hips again, now slamming his cock into her ass, flesh slapping against flesh, her moans ratcheting up around the ball gag, her body now contracting even harder around him and the vibrating egg.

  Cole’s hand disappeared from Mason’s thigh and reappeared behind Mason’s neck, this time Cole kissing him, tongue-fucking his mouth in time with Mason’s strokes as he fucked Kim.

  Then Mason felt it, his climax erupting from deep inside his balls, harder and more explosive than any he’d had in…a while. A long while. He slammed home one last time, Cole swallowing his satisfied groan even as Mason held still inside her while his cock pulsed and filled the condom.

  Then, his cock still inside her, he leaned over, grabbed Cole’s hips, and engulfed the man’s cock with his mouth, sucking hard.

  Cole let out a deep, needy groan and grabbed hold of the back of Mason’s head with both hands, his fingers digging into Mason’s scalp. A rumbling, satisfied noise escaped Cole as Mason deep-throated him and then Mason tasted the man’s cum, swallowing it, loving the way Cole bucked his hips against his face to milk every last drop out.

  And then it was like the universe contracted until it was just the two of them there, still, while Kim trembled and moaned beneath him with the vibrating egg inside her forcing her body to do things she’d never dreamed it could.

  Without relinquishing Cole’s cock, Mason blindly groped around on the bed for the remote and switched the egg off. Kim let out a noise that was a cross between relief and disappointment before she seemingly melted into the bed.

  Mason finally released Cole’s softening cock and straightened, now wrapping both arms around Cole and kissing him again. Exploring, this time. Slow and easy but definitely not gentle. Cole’s arms engulfed him and the man wasn’t shy about pressing his body along Mason’s side.

  When Cole came up for air, he whispered, “I hope that’s what your ass looks like when you’re fucking my ass. That was hot as hell.”

  Impossibly, Mason felt his own cock stir inside Kim’s ass. Something about the two of them did something to his libido, jump-starting it.

  “I start fucking your ass, I might not want to stop,” Mason warned.

  Cole grinned, those blue eyes of his unhinging something inside Mason. “Who says I’d want you to stop?”

  * * * *

  Cole hadn’t been certain, at first, how he’d react to seeing Mason fucking Kim. He knew he was secure in his love for her, and secure about her feelings for him, and knew that what she felt for Mason might be strong, but different. A
nd what Mason felt and did for her were things Cole just couldn’t give her.

  What he hadn’t expected was the initial wave of jealousy when he watched Mason’s cock slowly slide into her ass.

  Not because Mason was fucking her.

  But because Mason wasn’t fucking him. And because he wasn’t fucking Mason.

  Oh. Wow.

  That’s when Cole knew whatever he had to do to make this work between the three of them, he had to do it. To keep this going.

  As Cole had started stroking his cock while he watched them, everything slipped into place for him, why he’d found it so easy to talk to Mason all this time, to watch him with Kim.

  Because he’d found a guy he was definitely attracted to. A guy for whom he wanted to blow past that line in the sand with and for.

  Not that he loved Kim any less or found her any less attractive. But if he could have Kim and Mason?

  That was utter perfection.

  Kim was pretty much asleep as the men worked together to get her all the way up on the bed, her restraints unfastened, and cleaned her up with a warm, wet washcloth. Cole fished the egg out of her and they took everything into the bathroom.

  Cole reached into the shower and started it, catching Mason’s hand and pulling him in with him.

  “My turn now,” he said, pulling Mason into his arms and kissing him.

  Mason quickly took charge of the kiss and him, stepping forward to press Cole back against the tile wall, both their cocks inflating between them.

  “You’re not a sub or a masochist,” Mason finally said when he came up for air. “What do you want from me, exactly? Or are you feeling subby now?”

  “This. You. Can you be her Master and sadist and my regular boyfriend at the same time?”

  “Master?”

  “Master.”

  Mason’s hazel gaze studied him for a long time, and Cole was almost afraid he’d crossed a bad line he hadn’t known was there.

  Then Mason’s smile lit his face. “I guess if you can be her boyfriend while she’s my slave, there’s no reason why I can’t be your boyfriend, too.”