Her Husband's Army Buddy (McLeod Security Book 1)

by Doris O'Connor

  “That was my belt, and there’s more of that to come if you don’t behave, are we clear?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

  “Good, now these are for your treatment of Sandy.”

  More pain exploded across his butt, as Sean’s hand connected with his flesh this time. Every few painful swats, Sean stopped and massaged the fiery globes, while murmuring words that Zane’s fuzzy brain couldn’t compute. He was fast slipping into that happy place where time ceased to matter, and pain didn’t exist anymore. While he still felt the swats, the pain morphed into pleasure. Intense, all-consuming, until it all stopped.

  Over the blood rushing into his ears he heard Sir’s insistent voice.

  “Give me a color, buddy, now.”

  “Green, Sir, don’t stop. I want you.”

  A bite to his shoulder made him wince, brought him back a little into the here and now, as did Sir’s reassuring weight on his back, as he straddled his legs and then proceeded to massage the tight knots out of his shoulders. Long, firm strokes, down to the hot mess that was his ass cheeks, until his whole body was a mass of fevered anticipation. The heat in his ass was only surpassed by the pain in his cock. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, come without his Sir’s permission, but, fuck him, he needed to. How he’d missed this though. This complete surrender to his Sir and the peace it brought.

  A different kind of peace from the one he gained from the Dom headspace he got from a scene with his wife. He so fucking needed this.

  “That’s my very good boy. Roll over for me now.”

  Zane struggled to obey and eagerly swallowed Sir’s cock when Sean knelt next to his head.

  “That’s it, buddy, work me good.”

  Mouth full of Sean’s cock, he was dimly aware of the other man shifting position again and then his Sir’s full lips closed over his dick. Zane grunted and stepped up his efforts to make Sean come.

  He hadn’t counted on Sean’s skillful mouth, which took him to the edge in record time, and gagging, he came up for air.

  “Fuck, please, Sir, I can’t … fuck.”

  Sean released Zane’s straining cock, squeezed his balls to stave off Zane’s orgasm, and grinned up at him.

  When had he moved again? Not that it mattered, because Sean shifted his hands from Zane’s groin and cupped his ass. That sweet sting of pain made his cock jerk and leak yet more pre-cum.

  “Put your legs over my shoulders, buddy.”

  Zane didn’t need to be told twice, and Sean grunted his approval, as he rimmed Sean’s tight hole, repeatedly, and then thrust his tongue inside.

  “Fuck, please, I need you in me, Sir.”

  Sean raised his head from between Zane’s splayed legs, and the lust and love that shone out of his heated gaze meant Zane lost any control he might have had. He reached for Sean’s head and tugged, desperate to kiss his lover, his Sir, to reconnect on the most basic level possible.

  Sean locked his arms and hovered over him, seemingly determined to not be rushed. Had it not been for the fire in his eyes, and the tight set of his shoulders, his harsh breaths and the erratic pulse thundering at the base of his throat, Zane might have thought that Sean wasn’t as desperate to fuck him, as he was to be fucked by his Sir.

  “We need lube.”

  Zane closed his eyes and fought for control. It was on the tip of his tongue to say, “fuck the lube,” but Sean would never do that. So, instead he gestured to the chest of drawers next to the bed.

  Sean lifted off of him with a smirk, and Zane counted backwards in his head. Anything to stop himself from coming too soon, as he watched Sean rummage through the drawer.

  For the love of God, please let there be lube in there.

  Zane didn’t even care whether it was in date or not. Odds were against that, as he very rarely needed to use any extra lubrication with Sandy. Thoughts of his wife made him groan and grasp his cock, just as Sean held up a tube in the air triumphantly.

  “We’re in luck. Now where were we, my boy?”

  Zane held his breath as Sean slathered his cock in a generous amount of lube, and then crawled back up the bed and over him. Two slick digits probed at his back passage, while Sean kissed a path of heated awareness up Zane’s abs. By the time he withdrew his fingers and kissed him, Zane was so revved up and ready he was seeing stars. Their hard cocks rubbed against each other, and both men groaned at the resulting friction.

  “Please, for the love of God, I’m ready. Just fuck me already.”

  Sean withdrew, lifted himself off of Zane and shook his head.

  “No, I won’t fuck you. I’ll love you instead.”

  Zane couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, as their gazes locked, and Sean took the base of his huge cock in his hand and teased the broad tip along Zane’s butt crack. Zane dug his heels into the bed, lifted his hips, and impaled himself on his Sir’s cock on the down stroke.

  “Fuck, take it easy, I don’t want to… You feel so damn good, boy.”

  Instinct and need took over, and soon thought, let alone speech was impossible. Zane clung to his Sir, meeting him thrust for thrust, as his orgasm built and built. Sean growled low in his throat, and stiffened, signaling his own release, as surely as his panted instruction for Zane to come.

  Never-ending streams of his cum exploded over Zane’s abs as he let go, dimly aware of Sean reaching his own peak before his Sir collapsed on top of him.

  Eventually, as their breathing slowed, and the room came back into focus, Sean rolled off him and flung his arm over his eyes.

  “Jesus, you fucking killed me, buddy.”

  Zane rolled with him and rested his head on his lover’s chest.

  “Great way to go, though, right?”

  Sean’s tired laugh alerted Zane to the fact that he’d better leave. He frowned at his thought processes, even as he swung his legs out of bed, and saw Sean watching him with a tender smile.

  “I’m just gonna go and clean up.”

  “You do that, and then go join your wife. I’m too fucking tired to move right now.”

  Zane sighed, not wanting to leave.

  “You sure you’re going to be all right? Your head okay?” he asked, which earned him a half-hearted punch to the shoulder.

  “Stop fussing over me. Go.”

  Zane stood up on wobbly legs and bent down to kiss Sean goodnight. The other man’s eyes remained closed, and his even breaths told Zane he was fast slipping into sleep.

  Which left only one thing to do. Clean up and join his wife.

  Chapter Nine

  The delicious smell of brewing coffee tickled Sandy’s senses, as she opened her eyes to the familiar surroundings of her bedroom. How had she ended up here, and naked to boot? She’d been marking papers, after Sean had fallen asleep and…

  Her heart beat faster as last evening’s happenings came back to her in glorious technicolor details. She sat up and froze when she saw the messed-up sheets on Zane’s side.

  He had come home then, but what had he made of Sean’s arrival? The urgent demands of her bladder stopped further ruminations, and she hot footed it over to the en-suite to relieve herself. Having taken care of business, washed up a little, and got rid of her cotton mouth by brushing her teeth, she felt much more refreshed and ready to take on whatever might await her downstairs.

  Male laughter traveled up the stairs, and Sandy released the breath she hadn’t been aware of holding, as she sat back down on the bed. Okay, they weren’t arguing or fighting, so that had to be a good thing. She couldn’t make out what they were saying to each other, but they seemed to be getting along just fine. From the sound of it they were in the kitchen.

  Her pussy ached in remembered pleasure, and a spike of arousal coursed through her veins. She would never be able to look at that kitchen counter without blushing again.

  A door opened and shut, and the smell of sizzling bacon that wafted up the stairs made her stomach grumble. Jeez, she was hungry. Then again, she hadn’t eaten much last night, and
…

  Whatever thought processes she might have been capable of in her caffeine deprived brain fled like a flock of birds when her husband appeared in the doorway. Dressed in nothing but low riding, faded jeans, he looked good enough to eat. Zane smiled at her as he held onto the top of the doorframe, elongating his muscular torso and drawing her gaze to the treasure trail which arrowed down to the unsnapped waistband of his jeans.

  “A man could get used to seeing his wife undress him like that with her eyes.” He laughed, when she hastily yanked her gaze up to his face. “Morning, sweetheart. I was coming to check on you, and wake you up if need be, but I should have known you’d sniff the coffee out even in your sleep.”

  A door opened again, and Sean’s gruff voice hollered up the stairs.

  “What’s taking so long? Get your asses down here, or I’ll eat breakfast all by myself.”

  “Over my dead body. Least you can do is feed us. Besides, can’t a man enjoy his wife first thing?” He winked at Sandy, and her mouth fell open at Sean’s laughing response.

  “You best not be enjoying her too much, boy. I want in on that. After breakfast. Don’t make me come and get you.”

  Everything south clenched in need at that hidden promise, and Zane’s smile grew sinful, as he stalked across the room, pulled her to standing and kissed her. Not just any kiss either, but one so full of passion and need that Sandy could only cling to her Sir and surrender. His erection pressed against her belly, and she whimpered in need as her nipples grew stiff and her pussy slick with her juices.

  Zane eventually released her, his breaths harsh and demanding as he grasped her butt cheeks and growled into her neck.

  “Fuck breakfast, I need in you now. Hold onto me.”

  Sandy locked her hands between his neck, and brought her legs around his waist, as Zane took the few steps required to push her up against the wall.

  She flexed her hips, rubbing her needy pussy all over his groin, and Zane swore and fumbled with his jeans with one hand.

  “Fuck, stop that, or I won’t last five minutes.”

  Sandy’s giggle in response earned her a mock stern look from Zane.

  “She laughs. Laughs.” He flexed his knees, and in the next instant his freed cock slid into her up to the hilt. They groaned in unison, and Sandy flung her head back and gasped for breath at the rough intrusion. Zane stilled and kissed her neck, his breaths harsh and erratic against her ears.

  “Fuck, yeah, you’re so tight. Relax, baby, that’s it. Fuck, I missed you.”

  Sandy made a conscious effort to relax her muscles, and Zane started to move. Slowly at first, while he kissed her, tongue-fucked her in a way that made her forget anything but the building pleasure as he grew bigger inside of her still. Stretched her so damn good, she was going to come in record time.

  “Tell me you’re close, baby. I can’t hold out much longer.” Zane’s guttural words as he wrenched his mouth off her, and pumped into her like a madman, forced an incoherent moan from her, as the first trembles of her own release consumed her. Her back hit the wall repeatedly, and her fingernails dug into her Sir’s neck as she screamed her release. Zane, too, growled low in his throat, stiffened, pushed in deep and stayed there, as his cock twitched deep inside of her.

  “I love you.” That grumbled declaration into her perspiration damp neck meant she had to blink away tears, as his softening dick slipped out of her and he ever so gently put her back on her feet. “And I’m sorry about having been such an ass with work and what not.”

  Sandy smiled up at him, but before she could respond to that, Sean’s somewhat hoarse voice interrupted the intimate moment between them.

  “As touching and hot as this all is, I made a full English, and I would appreciate it if my subbies could do as they’re told for once and get their delectable asses downstairs. I’m too hungry to tan your backsides red on an empty fucking stomach.”

  Sandy gasped. Zane laughed and stepped away from her, so that she could see the other man. She swallowed hard when she saw the impressive erection tenting Sean’s joggers. Arms crossed over his massive chest, he watched the two of them. While his words had held a hidden threat, his eyes twinkled in amusement. Amusement which turned to molten heat as he ran his gaze over Sandy’s naked body.

  Despite the orgasm she’d just had at her husband’s cock, her pussy tingled anew. Lord, she’d turned into a right hussy, but if he touched her now she’d come again in an instant.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, little one, especially when you’re all rosy and flushed after sex like this.” He stepped closer, skimmed his knuckles over her nipples, and then turned to kiss Zane. Sandy clenched her thighs together to relieve the immediate sweet ache in her cunt. It was just so damn hot to see the men kiss. Sean deepened the kiss, pushed Zane up against the wall next to Sandy, and pinned his arms high above his head. Sandy wasn’t at all surprised to see Zane’s cock semi harden in response to Sean’s kisses.

  When he finally stopped kissing her husband, she was so aroused her juices trickled down the inside of her thigh and joined the wetness created by Zane’s cum.

  Sean noticed. Of course, he did. He was clearly in full Dom mode right now, and neither man ever missed any of her responses when they were in that headspace.

  He smirked and without relinquishing his hold on Zane leaned across to kiss her. Zane’s familiar taste mixed in with the dark, virile scent that was Sean. He tasted of Zane, coffee, and bacon, and she couldn’t get enough of his kisses.

  Sean must have felt the same way, because he swore softly when he broke the kiss, released Zane, and got to his knees in front of her.

  “Then again, who needs breakfast when a man can feast on his girl’s sweet cunt? Hold her up for me, buddy.” Sean grinned up at her, as he kissed each breast and then worked his way south to where she was already throbbing in need. Her hands flailed wildly only to be grasped by Zane.

  “I’ve got you, baby girl. You just feel.” Zane started kissing her at the same time that Sean flung one of her legs over his shoulder and licked along her slit.

  Oh. My. God.

  She bucked against his oh so talented mouth and moaned into the kisses her other Sir gave her. Sean murmured his approval as she gushed for him. When he pushed two fingers into her pussy and curled them in just the right way, while sucking her clit into his mouth, Sandy flew over that delicious edge into another orgasm so intense she could do nothing but lean on her men.

  Sean kept up his suckling and licking until the worst of her tremors had subsided, and then kissed his way back up her body. Zane moved out of his way, and Sean’s hands replaced her husband’s on her wrists as he pinned her against the wall and kissed her. Tasting herself on his lips was the biggest turn-on yet. His erection dug into her belly, and she squirmed against it as much as she could. His cock jerked, and Sean groaned into her mouth before he released her and bit down on her bottom lip. That sting of pain shot straight to her clit, and she gasped.

  “Minx, not had enough attention for one morning, yet?”

  She shook her head, and both of her Sirs laughed.

  “Well, what are we going to do about that, buddy?” Sean asked Zane.

  “I think we should let the lady have what she wants.”

  Sean released her, and the sight of her husband fully aroused again and stroking his large shaft sent a tingle of excitement down Sandy’s spine. Not least, because Sean pulled off his joggers and his cock sprang up to almost his navel. He, too, grasped his cock and faced Sandy.

  “I think you’re right there, buddy. Tell your Sirs what you want, little one.”

  Sandy couldn’t tear her gaze away from her two men stroking themselves as they watched her through hooded lids. To know that she had the power to make them be this aroused, that these two really were hers, was almost too much to take in.

  “Are you, truly?” she asked. “My Sirs, I mean.”

  Both men frowned at her, but it was Zane who spoke, his voice rough and ras
py and such a turn-on.

  “Yes, baby girl, and doubting subbies will not get what they want, will they, Sean?”

  He turned to face Sean, pushed his dick up against Sean’s, and kissed him.

  Sean responded in kind, and Sandy groaned at the sight they made as they devoured each other’s mouth and flexed their hips against each other. Their cocks grew harder, both broad tips leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, and Sandy sank to her knees in front of them.

  “Please, Sirs.”

  She wasn’t exactly sure what she was pleading for, only that she would self-combust if she didn’t somehow get in on that action.

  Eventually the two men broke apart and cock in each hand approached her.

  “Now isn’t that a wonderful sight. Our subbie all naked and eager waiting for us.”

  Sean nudged the inside of her thigh with his foot.

  “Open wider so that we can see how wet that sweet little cunt is. That’s it. Now use your hands and spread those lips. “

  “Fuck!” Zane’s guttural response to her complying with that demand made her pant. More of her juices slid over her fingers, soaked her hand, and trickled down toward her butt. Would they both take her, she wondered?

  “Please, Sirs.”

  “She begs so nicely, too, doesn’t she, Zane?”

  “That she does. Which of her holes shall we claim this time?”

  Sandy shivered at hearing herself discussed like that. It should have been demeaning, but in this moment right here, with the men she loved, it just added to her arousal. Not least because she knew that her Sirs would only give her immeasurable pleasure.

  “Hmm, we’ll work that out as we go along, buddy.” Sean held his hand out to her and when she placed hers in his pulled her up to standing. Zane closed in on her rear and kissed her neck, his cock a hard ridge against her ass.

  “I’m inclined to stay right here. Been a while since I tapped that sweet ass.” He ran his large hands down her back until he could grab hold of large handfuls of her butt. Sandy gasped and went on her tiptoes, because Sean repeated the same moves on her front and cupped her pussy. He slipped his index finger inside of her at the same time as Zane pushed his thumb through her butthole, and she groaned.