Neil, Louisa - Pyxis Island Triangle (Siren Publishing Ménage And More)

by Neil, Louisa

  Lila moved into the second exam room and moved directly to a locked closet. She took a key from a nearby drawer and unlocked it. Pausing before she opened it, she looked at her men.

  “I haven’t been in here since the night you shaved me and made the models of my cock.”

  “Has it been that long?” Wyatt asked. “I’m spending too much time in the lab,” he mused. “Lila, what would you like?”

  She pulled several lengths of cotton cording from the hook. Holding them up before the men, she watched Wyatt wink at her and Ben’s face turn pink. “Ben, are you embarrassed at your immediate thought, or did something else go through your mind?”

  “It’s nothing,” he said, looking downward.

  “It’s something,” Wyatt said, leaning his hip on the side of the exam table. He used his hand to stroke his cock while watching Ben. “Your dick is hard. Tell us what gave you an instant erection.”

  “It’s embarrassing,” Ben declared.

  “More than standing naked in front of us with pre-cum dripping from your tip, even though you haven’t touched it. Lila hasn’t touched you and neither have I. Tell us, Ben.”

  He took several deep breaths before he finally glanced at each of them from under his lashes. “When I finally heard I got the job, I had a passing thought that I was roped in for the next five years.”

  “Roped in.” Lila laughed. “Would you rather not get together anymore? Neither Wyatt or I would hold it against you or your job.”

  “No, no not like that. It was more of an instant visual of my hands being tied while I serviced the two of you.”

  Lila stepped behind him. With only a slight touch to his wrist, he moved his arms behind him. She tied them tightly, tested her bound, and made sure she wasn’t cutting off the circulation.

  “Now, how and where?”

  “You.” His voice squeaked. “You and Wyatt standing beside each other so I can go back and forth.”

  Lila moved next to Wyatt who leaned on the edge of the exam table and spread her legs. Without further prompting, Ben moved before them and dropped to his knees. He took several long licks of Lila’s pussy and then sucked the head of Wyatt’s cock. Back and forth he went, servicing them both. Lila lifted her breast to her lips and began sucking her nipple while Wyatt palmed her other breast, twirling her nipple between his fingers.

  “That’s wonderful, Ben. Does it feel right, what’s missing?”

  Ben sat back on his heels and glanced to each of them. “Spank my ass while I suck on Wyatt.” He said no more, simply leaned forward and took Wyatt’s cock back to his lips.

  Lila tapped his shoulder and helped him to stand. “Let’s go to the other end of the table. Wyatt, you sit here.” She patted the end of the moveable table. When he was seated, she pushed buttons and stepped on levers. When she was finished, Wyatt was seated, slightly reclined with his legs spread wide in the stirrups. She had also raised the whole thing, leaving Ben able to lean forward but still stand to suck him off. “Now, how’s that, Wyatt, are you comfortable?”

  “Yeah,” he said, shifting on the table until his balls rested just over the edge. “Ben, is he at a good height?” She watched while Ben moved closer to Wyatt. With a slight bend, he was at a perfect height to lick him.

  “You look very sexy, Ben. Seeing my men bound excites me. Suck him.” Ben leaned forward and took Wyatt’s erection between his lips. He seemed frozen until the first tap of her hand on his butt. With the second and third, he relaxed and took the cock deeper into his mouth. After several rounds of spanking, she paused and walked back to the closet, returning with a slim wooden paddle. She noted Ben followed her with his eyes but hadn’t stopped sucking.

  She tapped him lightly with the paddle a few times only to see him straining his buttocks backward to meet each thrust. “You don’t mind the paddle, Ben?”

  He shook his head but didn’t let go of the cock down his throat.

  Lila spanked him a bit more, pausing to admire the red hue his skin was turning, pinching his butt cheeks between her fingers. Wyatt was relaxed and enjoying the blow job. With each touch of the paddle to Ben, he would automatically swallow Wyatt a bit more. She left them once again and returned with a copy of Wyatt’s cock. She gave it to Wyatt who sucked it between his lips, making a show of how he’d suck the real thing. Lila fingered her own clit while watching him. When she was satisfied with her visual aid and knew Ben had been watching, she took the saliva-coated phallus and walked behind Ben. His body accepted the toy with ease, and he shook his hips to seat it correctly.

  “Are you still game for more, Ben?” He groaned his approval. “Then lick Wyatt’s balls and ass. Get him ready for his toy.” Ben let the other man’s cock slip from his lips and greedily started sucking each of his testicles into his mouth. Then he moved lower, pushing his ass backward into Lila’s paddle, and licked Wyatt’s anus, using his tongue as a mini-cock.

  Lila spanked him a bit longer but noted Wyatt giving her a signal with his hand to hold up. “I’ll come if he keeps this up.”

  “Ben, I want you to change places.” He stood, the toy still protruding from his ass.

  “How does your ass feel?” Wyatt stepped behind him and palmed his butt cheeks.

  “Numb,” he managed. “My cock is drooling without me touching it.”

  “I want to fuck your ass while you lick Lila.”

  “Will you paddle me?”

  “If you like, but my touch will be different from Lila’s.”

  “I understand.” Ben waited and watched as Wyatt moved to the closet and chose a toy, bringing it back to him to suck.

  “Get it all slick so I can slide it in my ass.” Ben continued to suck the toy until Wyatt took it away. He handed it to Lila and turned to lean on the table beside Ben. Lila eased the toy in Wyatt’s anus and took the time to use the paddle on his buttocks a few times before handing it to him. Lila took her place on the table, fitting herself into the stirrups. She was spread wide for Ben’s licking. “Fuck me with your tongue,” she requested, knowing with each strike of the paddle it would force him deeper inside her. She closed her eyes and went with the sensations her body was feeling, enjoying the attention.

  “Wyatt, would you mind getting me a few cocks?”

  “Anything particular?” he asked, walking awkwardly to the cabinet with his toy phallus still inserted.

  “A large one and a thinner one.”

  Wyatt came back with two toys and went to stand behind Ben again. “Ben, you still okay here?”

  “Yes, don’t stop, please.” Lila took the larger toy and used it against Ben’s cheek to get his attention. He readily swallowed the toy, licking and sucking it until she took it from him and inserted it in her pussy. She repeated the process with the slimmer one and easily pushed it in her anus. After moving them inside her, she looked to Ben. “Suck my clit and make me come.”

  “Can Wyatt fuck me?”

  “Wyatt, would you like to fuck him?”

  “Only if I can keep paddling him.” He stepped up beside Ben, who licked and coated his cock until it was wet and slick. Then Wyatt moved behind him and pulled out the toy. With one hand holding his own cock steady, Wyatt guided it inside Ben. His body shook, accepting the invasion as he dropped forward and started to suck Lila’s clit harder. She began to fondle her breasts in time with his tongue. With each thrust Wyatt made in Ben, he moved harder against her, and she bit her nipple a bit harder. It became a vicious cycle of spanking, licking, and fucking.

  “Ben, stay there, I’m going to come.” Wyatt held Ben’s hips and thrust several times before the relief crossed his features. He paused only a moment before taking a step backward and pushing Ben’s toy back in place. As soon as he did, Ben’s cock jutted higher and pumped several streams of cum in the air without a single touch to his cock. Some of it landed on Lila’s thigh, and he immediately licked it clean and then went back to her clit. Wyatt moved beside her and began to suck on her nipple. She came with both men sucki
ng on her. For a few moments, nobody moved. Finally, she made the first move, taking out her pussy toy, then her anal toy, putting them on a side table.

  “That was amazing, men.” Wyatt helped Ben to stand upright then reached to take Lila’s hand, helping her down from the table. When she was settled, he stood beside Ben, guiding him to lean over it. Lila moved behind both men and with a hand on each of their toys, fucked both their asses for a bit longer, finally pulling the toys from them.

  “Wyatt, will you untie Ben, please.” She used her hand to push his hair from his forehead and dropped a kiss on his cheek. “Ben, how do you feel?”

  “Alive,” he answered. “I feel alive.”

  “And probably sore in the morning,” Wyatt added. “Anybody for a quick shower?”

  “Yes, let’s rinse off before we head home for the night.” When they walked back into the original medical room, there was a rolling tray with coffee, soda, and sparkling water. Under a silver dome sat a platter of sandwiches.

  “I never heard anybody come in,” Ben said, looking around.

  “Of course not, and before you ask, I had the inner door locked. Nobody could have walked in on us. You’re safe, Ben.”

  “And hungry,” he admitted, reaching for half a sandwich, finishing it in four bites. He moved to the shower and turned it on, jumping in under it while the water was still cold.

  “You’ve got more balls than me, old friend. I’ll wait for hot water.” Wyatt laughed as he twisted open a bottle of water and handed it to Lila. She took a few sips and handed it back to him, slipping under the spray when Ben was finished. With several swipes of the soap to her body, she, too, was exiting, wrapping herself in the towel Wyatt held open for her. Then he finally took his turn in the water, cleansing his body of their evening’s festivities. Lila pulled on her scrubs and slipped into her clogs.

  “Thank you both, this was an interesting evening.” Lila grabbed half a sandwich and a cloth napkin and headed to the door. “I’ll see you both in the morning and thank you.” Then she was gone.

  “How’s your ass feeling?” Wyatt asked, peeling the paper from a chocolate cupcake and taking a huge bite of it.

  “A bit sore,” Ben admitted, reaching back to rub his red ass. “But well worth it. Thank you, I’ve never felt so…free.”

  “Any time, my friend, any time.”

  “As long as you’re not busy in the lab,” Ben added. Both men took their time redressing, Ben grabbing a cupcake for himself just before they left. He waited while Wyatt locked up and walked to their apartments together. “Night, Wyatt.”

  “Night, Ben.” He walked to the next door. “See ya tomorrow.”

  Ben let himself into his apartment and licked the rest of the icing from his fingers. He was exhausted and drained but had never felt better. He went directly to his bathroom and closed the door. Stripping off his clothing, he turned from side to side to see how his butt looked in the mirror and what color it was. For a first experience he was happy. Next time, he’d be sure to tell both of them they could push him a bit further. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror. “Who knew?” he said to himself. He lay on his bed, facedown so the material wouldn’t chafe against him. It worked, but he found himself humping the bed as he remembered each stroke and lick of the evening.

  He began to reach for his bedside table where his toys were kept but decided he’d had enough. After lying there for a while, wide awake, he moved to the bedside, rising quickly when he automatically sat on the edge. He chose a large dildo and slid back on his belly. After sucking it wet, he rolled on his side and pushed the toy in his anus. His body accepted it readily, and he rolled back on his belly.

  Ben reached back to grasp his ass cheeks and pinched the skin. With the toy inside him and his cock rubbing on the sheets, he came, shooting his load onto the material. Finally, he was tired, no, exhausted, he decided and let himself fall asleep where he was, resting on a puddle of his own cum with the toy still embedded inside him and his ass cheeks stinging.

  Chapter Sixteen

  With summer behind them and fall quickly approaching, Lila kicked into high gear even though the weather was becoming a hindrance to the lighthouse project. Ben was enjoying the job even if he wasn’t welcoming the biting cold that assaulted him each morning, knowing it would only get worse as winter approached. The hot, lazy afternoons were a thing of the past. He had a full crew working on the interiors of the second floor of the laboratory. While he oversaw them daily, Wyatt was in charge of the actual layout and equipment installations.

  Every morning, Ben layered himself in thermals, flannel, and down to protect himself from the winds. He spent most of his time overseeing the crew installing the new spiral staircase in the lighthouse, which meant driving the length of the island several times a day. He often thought to himself that if the workmen complained he could, too, but his crew fought the unmerciful ferry crossing twice a day along with travel to the lighthouse. He was happy with the progress but restless in his personal life.

  Lately, his sex life had dwindled. Lila still made sure the three of them had their weekend suppers, but their midweek experiences dissipated. Ben knew Lila was preoccupied with the plans for the new solar panels that would eventually provide them all the power they could need, and once it was finalized, he would oversee the installation of the system, too, hopefully not until next spring. When it was finalized. It seemed to him the setbacks were designed by outside forces to keep Pyxis Island on the mainland grid, assuring them continued payments for their electric power. He knew Lila wouldn’t stand for that, but she was being careful with her plans to make sure the huge investment didn’t become problem-laden over time. He also knew the extra trips she was making to the mainland drained her physically and emotionally. He’d often thought to help her in some way and realized the best thing he could do was not insinuate himself where she didn’t want or need him. It was best to just do his job and keep his end of the island running smoothly.

  Wyatt was busy in the lab, often skipping meals, always preoccupied, scribbling in his pocket notebook with dull pencils. Ben knew something wonderful was happening, but he wasn’t a part of that either. He was, he decided, bored. Life was happening too smoothly. There were no ripples or mood swings. He laughed at the irony. Hadn’t he always wanted an uncomplicated life with a job he liked? Yes, and now he had it, but he was missing the personal attention he’d been showered with in the past. He understood that somewhere along the way, life just took over, and until things settled, he’d have to just ride it out.

  He spent his nights putting together his notes on the history of the island. He knew as much about the lighthouse as anyone could, and he’d been spending the rest of his downtime in the archives, going over the island background. Ben understood Lila would never let him publish it, but he would do it as a present for her and just for himself, to leave a bit of himself in the archives.

  Entering the main office complex, he tugged off his thermal gloves and breathed in the warm air. Those first few breaths seemed to hurt his lungs more than the cold, but from experience, he knew that would subside. Cursing the rechargeable batteries used in the radios, he moved quickly through the empty reception area into the supply room. His fingers were numb, which didn’t make swapping out the batteries any easier. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered under his breath when he had trouble removing the dead one.

  “What kind of language is that for a manager?” He swung around and found Lila standing in the doorway, a sly smile on her lips.

  “I thought I was alone,” he said. He watched as she moved into the room and took the unit from him. Her graceful fingers snapped out the battery and replaced it with a charged one.

  “Thanks, my fingers are numb,” he said, looking at her. She was beautiful as always, but today there was something different about her. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, giving her a more youthful appearance. She wore her standard silk blouse over a longer wool skirt with high-heeled boots. “You
look nice today,” he told her.

  “Thank you,” she said, staring at him. “Did you expect anything less?”

  “Be nice or I’ll run my cold fingers up your thighs.”

  “You think that’s a threat?” she asked, turning her back to him.

  He watched as she took a stack of papers from the printer and glanced at them. When she didn’t turn back, Ben became annoyed. He was tired, hungry, and cold, and feeling unappreciated, although he couldn’t pinpoint the reason. He moved without thinking, closing the few paces between them and standing behind her. He slid his hands down along her hips and drew them up with her skirt between his fingers. Then he let his cold hands glide along her bare skin. She jolted against his freezing touch, starting to turn and face him.

  “I don’t think so,” he said, pushing his weight against her, holding her tight to the machine. “I like it when your body shivers from my touch.”

  “Do you, Ben, or are you just horny and looking to get in a quick fuck before heading back outside?”

  “You’re in a strange mood, almost as if you’re trying to make me lose my temper.”

  “Why would I do that?” She still hadn’t turned back or tried to move from his stance.

  “Maybe because you’re horny and want a quick fuck before you go back to work.”

  “What are you offering?” she asked, still staring straight ahead.

  “Unbutton you shirt before I rip the buttons off.” Ben moved tighter to her and bucked his hips forward against her ass.

  “If you want it off, you take it off.” There was a challenge in her tone he’d heard before. “Is that what you want?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Ben reached around her and with a hand on each side of her shirt, tugged it open, pulling it back to reveal her shoulders. She was braless, and he didn’t resist palming her breasts with his cold fingers. Lila shifted back against his crotch, letting her head drop against his shoulder. “Your nipples are rock hard,” he mumbled, using more pressure to pinch her breasts. She squirmed harder against him.