Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  “Well, that’s pretty much the extent of my creepiness,” he said. He looked down at her. “Rest assured, I am not going to make you sign any contracts or tie you up in some sex dungeon.”

  She stopped and pointed at him. “Okay, what did I say about 50 Shades?”

  With a comical cringe, Alexander covered his crotch with both hands to show that he remembered. “Sorry,” he said. “Won’t happen again.” Piper laughed, and he decided he liked that sound almost as much as he loved her singing.

  They walked down onto the beach and under the pier. Piper removed her shoes and stuffed them into her large bag. “Oh, this sand is so cool – it feels great! Take off your sneakers, you’ve got to feel this.”

  Alexander removed his Converse and socks, and Piper added them to her bag. He sank his feet into the sand and wiggled his long toes. “Hey, you’re right. This is nice.”

  “Yeah,” she said, grinning. “Now we can walk along the water, too.” They made their way down to the shoreline. She spotted some kids playing in the surf, taking turns doing handstands, skinny legs waving in the air before disappearing back under the waves. “Hey,” Piper said, nudging Alexander. “Bet you can’t do that.”

  “I’m not exactly dressed for swimming…”

  “No, I just mean handstands in general!” She laughed.

  “Ah. Well, it’s been a while since I’ve done anything like that…”

  “Give it a try, now.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah, why not? It’s easy.”

  “Oh, really?” he challenged. “Can you do a handstand?”

  “No,” she admitted, “but I can do a cartwheel.”

  “Prove it.”

  She shoved her bag at him. “Hold this,” she said. Walking a few steps away, she took a deep breath and then executed a perfect cartwheel. She came up again with her sandy hands held high above her head. “Ta-daa!” she sang out. Dusting off her palms, she reached out and snagged her purse from Alexander. “All right, your turn.”

  “Fine…okay…I’ll do it.” Alexander backed off several paces. “I just don’t know if I can do it on the sand, it’s kind of uneven…”

  Piper planted one hand on a voluptuous hip. “Quit making excuses and do the damned handstand,” she said, only to stop him a second later. “Wait!” Digging into her bag, she pulled out her iPhone. “I want to record this.”

  “You are not putting this on Vine,” he said, giving her a stern look.

  She stuck out her tongue. “Spoil-sport.” She grinned. “Come on, now – do it!”

  He extended his arms, bent forward and kicked his legs up into the air. That he managed to accomplish the gymnastic feat surprised him. “Hey!” he chirped. “Check it out! I’m doing it! I’m – whoa!” He lost his balance and flipped over. What he didn’t realize was how close he was to the water’s edge. He landed right in the drink, flat on his back in the wet sand as little waves swept seawater up over his legs. “Aw, shit,” Alexander groaned. He dragged himself to his feet to the lyrical peals of laughter coming from his lovely companion. He had wet sand in his hair. His jeans and shirt clung to him like a heavy second skin. Turning around, he looked at Piper. She stared at him and for a moment, she stopped laughing – only to start up again immediately. She still had her phone out. “Please tell me you did not just post that on Twitter,” he said.

  “Nope.” She turned the device so he could see the screen, and announced, “Instagram.”

  He groaned. “Fuck my life…”

  “Aw, come on,” she said, tucking the phone back into her bag and setting it on the beach. “It’s just a little water. As my mother used to say, only two things dissolve in water: shit, and sugar.” She folded her arms under her breasts. “I don’t know, you still look pretty solid, to me.”

  “Yeah?” He stalked toward her. “Let’s find out what you’re made of.” He lunged at her and her eyes widened. With a squeal, she dodged him. He growled and chased her around, kicking up sand and splashing through the tide, until both of them were laughing and breathless.

  “Truce!” she cried, panting, and they both stopped a few feet apart. She doubled over, hands on her knees. “You’re wearing me out, man,” she said. “If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t work out much.”

  “You really shouldn’t keep putting yourself down because of your size,” Alexander said. “As far as I’m concerned, you look great.” He plucked at the front of his wet shirt, peeling it away from his skin and shaking it out. Piper was still bent over. Alexander started to get concerned. “Hey…you all right?” he asked, and moved to lean in toward her, to get a better look at her face.

  Without warning, her head came up. Alexander saw the gleam of mischief in her eyes and the wicked grin, and before he knew it, she let out a roar and charged at him like a linebacker. It caught him off-guard and off-balance. The next thing he knew, he was on his back in the water a second time, but with Piper joining him as she tackled him into the surf.

  “Powder Puff Football,” she crowed in triumph, “Class of ’98!” She sat up on her knees and raised her arms in a victory stance, fists curled in toward her shoulders. “Yeah!”

  Staring up at her, Alexander shook his head and laughed. “Okay. I’ve decided that you’re crazy,” he said. “But it’s all right, because I like it.”

  “That’s because being crazy is fun,” she replied. Her white blouse clung to her shapely form, the water making it translucent enough to reveal a red and black lace bra underneath. She didn’t seem to mind, even when she caught Alexander staring. She grinned slyly. “And yes, the panties match.”

  They sloshed back up to the boardwalk and found a bench where they could dry out a bit with the help of the sun and ocean breeze. They continued to discuss favorite movies, and high school, and compared notes on how public school she attended differed from the private academies where he spent most of his childhood. When they could brush the sand off their feet, they put on their shoes again and started walking back toward the parking lot. Alexander spotted an ice cream vendor. “I could go for a Popsicle,” he said. “How about you?”

  “Are you kidding?” Piper shook her head. “You’re asking a fat girl if she wants ice cream. This shouldn’t even be the kind of question that exists.”

  “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’” They made their selections. Alexander started to pay for both but Piper stopped him. “But, you’re my date,” he said.

  She raised her eyebrows. “I am?” She blinked. “Is that what this has been, today?”

  “Well, yes,” he said, rolling his shoulders. He still had his wallet out, and was in the process of extracting a surprisingly very dry twenty from the bills tucked inside. “I asked you out, you said yes…officially, that makes this a date.”

  “Uh, no,” she said, chuckling, “you asked if I wanted to meet up for coffee. Technically, it’s not a date, it’s just two people getting together.”

  “But you let me pay for the coffee.”

  “Because it was your idea.”

  “So was the ice cream.” He smiled. “I also asked you to see a movie with me, and you agreed to that, too. Is that also ‘not a date?’”

  She squinted at him. “You know, you have very prominent canine teeth…you look like a wolf when you smile.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, and finished paying the ice cream man. He shoved his wallet back into his still slightly-damp jeans. “You’re avoiding the question.”

  Piper licked at her orange sherbet pop. “Why are you so bent on making this a date?” she countered.

  He gazed down into her eyes. “Because I like you,” he said simply. “And I think you’re beautiful, and I would really like to take you out and show you a good time. Which is what I thought we were doing all afternoon, which means we’ve been on a date. A real, ‘technical’ date.” He smiled. “Who knows? Maybe we can even make this a regular thing. Going out. Having fun. Together.”

  She returned his smile,
and then nodded to the ice cream in his hand. “Your Popsicle’s melting,” she said. “Better start eating it. You don’t want to get all…sticky.” Holding his gaze, she let her tongue make another pass over her sherbet. Her flirting had all the subtlety of being smacked upside the head with a two-by-four. At least there was no way Alexander could mistake it for anything else. “All right,” Piper said at last, “we can call what we did today a date. And yes, when we see a movie together, that will be another date.”

  “What about after that?” he asked.

  “We’ll just have to figure that out as we go along.” Piper shook her head at him in wonder. “Boy. Who knew Alexander Logan was the type to have a ‘thing’ for crazy fat girls?”

  “Maybe I just have a ‘thing’ for you,” he said, and bit into his frozen treat.

  ***

  They started to see a lot more of each other after that afternoon on the boardwalk. Piper’s career took her out of town – and often out of the country – for television appearances and concerts. He would have flowers waiting for her in her dressing room or at whatever hotel where she would be staying, always including forget-me-nots in the arrangements. When he could get away from work, he would fly out and attend her performances, and meet her backstage afterwards. Danny got the biggest kick out of it, and said that Alexander was “courting” Piper, and then called him “old-fashioned” when Alexander admitted he and Piper had not progressed past kissing and hand-holding.

  Of course, the tabloids caught up to them, as they predicted. They called Alexander a “chubby chaser.” One rag ran a photo snapped by the Paps of the two of them dining al fresco at a restaurant in London. The accompanying article pointed out how he appeared to be losing weight while she indulged in “mountains” of food. Alexander could see it bothered Piper, even when she laughed it off. “I’ve heard worse,” she said one day, as they took one of Logan Enterprises’ company jets up to Vancouver where he had to attend a conference on alternative energy solutions.

  “It doesn’t make it right,” Alexander said. “It’s starting to piss me off.”

  She shook her head. Sighing, she got up and walked over to stand behind his chair. “You know,” she said, “I used to let this stuff get to me, just let it get me down…but over time, I learned how to let it roll off my back. I had to become the aggressor in my relationships if I wanted to be with someone, to just go out and take what I wanted – otherwise, I’d wait forever for someone to come pick me. I’d been hurt so many times by guys I found attractive, it made me develop a lot of trust issues. Still, I never gave up on the dream that someday a handsome prince, someone who was even stronger than me, would come along, treat me like a princess and make me feel like a queen.” She circled Alexander’s shoulders with her arms in a loose hug and pressed her lips to his cheek. “And here you are.”

  He smiled up at her. Taking one of her hands in his, he kissed her palm before holding it against his heart. “Well, your ‘prince’ isn’t going to put up with this shit for much longer,” he said darkly. The next day, after the conference, some reporters caught him and asked for a few statements. One brought up his relationship with Piper. Alexander jumped at the opportunity to send his message. “She’s the most beautiful woman I have ever known,” he said. “It’s a privilege to be with her. I’m proud to have her on my arm and at my side…and I love her.”

  Piper was performing in Chicago when that story hit the stands. Alexander showed up to surprise her at her hotel. He knocked on the door and when she opened it, he held out the usual bouquet of forget-me-knots, this time joined by a single red rose. In turn, she held up the latest copy of Newsweek magazine. “Were you serious?” she asked. “Did you really just tell the whole world that you love me?”

  He smiled. “I did.” He closed the door behind him and handed her the flowers. When she accepted them, he shrugged out of his coat and tossed it over the back of a nearby chair. “You’ve always had to be strong, Piper. You’ve never been able to just relax, and let someone else take care of you.” He moved toward her. Reaching up, he trailed a fingertip along the curve of her face. “Tonight, I’m taking up that gauntlet. I’ll be the one in control.” He tucked his knuckle under her chin and gently forced her to tilt her head back. “All you have to do…is surrender.”

  His mouth found hers. They had kissed before, but never anything like this. She dropped the flowers and brought both hands up to burrow in his hair. That made Alexander break off from her abruptly. “No,” he said. “I’m the one in charge. You are not the aggressor.” He brushed his lips teasingly across hers. “Trust me,” he breathed.

  He felt her shudder but then she nodded. The next time he kissed her, he could feel the change immediately. She melted against him, whimpering softly, and opened her mouth to him. One hand circled around behind her waist while the other cradled the back of her head. She tasted of cinnamon and cocoa. She still had on the clothes she wore coming back from rehearsals. Pulling back again, he smiled. “You belong to me,” he said. Slowly, he began opening each button along the front of her blouse. He slid the garment off her pale shoulders, guiding it off down her plump arms. The shirt dropped to the floor behind her in a puddle of purple silk. He stroked the tops of her breasts, tracing the faint blue vein running just under the skin, but he made no move to divest her of the black lace bra. He gazed down into her eyes. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

  He reached the waistband of her black jeans. He heard her swallow, and saw her lips part as he unfastened the button and dragged the zipper down. Sliding his hands inside between her jeans and her satin panties, he glided around to the back and kneaded her ass. Piper raised her arms but she seemed at a loss as to what to do with her hands, so they just hung there in the air. Alexander worked her jeans down. “Step out,” he said. As soon as her bare feet cleared the pants, he swept them and the discarded shirt aside. He rose to his full height again and took a moment to look her over, standing there in her underwear. He smiled. “God, you are gorgeous,” he said in a hushed voice. He plunged a hand under her hair at the back of her neck and dragged her in for another kiss so hard and demanding it made her gasp.

  When he tore his lips from hers, Alexander found himself just as breathless as Piper. He kept one hand on the back of her neck and reached down again with the other, this time to his own belt. “I don’t think I’ve ever asked you how you like sucking cock,” he said, almost conversationally. Her eyes flashed and he smiled. “Is that a ‘yes?’ Tell me.” He finished unbuckling, quickly thumbing the hook free and tugging down the zip. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

  She nodded. “Yes,” she said. She glanced down, and he could tell she wanted to see it, wanted to get her first look at him.

  Alexander swept Piper’s hair back off her neck. He wrapped the cascade of her auburn locks around his hand and closed them in his fist. With a little tug, not enough to hurt but enough to show her he had control over both her and the situation, he told her, “Down. On your knees. Now.” Slowly, carefully, she lowered herself to the floor. He looked down at her and saw her eyes widen when she found herself facing his prick. The women he had been with before all seemed to have the same reaction, many of them quite happy to discover his generous endowment. Like the rest of him, it was long and had a slight upward curve to it, fairly average in girth, with a smoothly-tapered head. Alexander smiled. “Open your mouth, my beautiful siren.”

  Holding his gaze, Piper did as instructed. Her jaw relaxed and her lips parted. Her full breasts rose and fell with each excited breath she took. Alexander placed the head of his cock against her mouth. He traced the circle of her lips, painting them with the slick bead of moisture that gathered at the slit. Piper extended her tongue just enough so that his cock dragged across it on the next pass. She must have picked up the taste of his precum because she let out a soft moan of appreciation. “You want more?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she exhaled against his cockhead, and the heat of her breath made him
shiver.

  He did not make her wait for very long. Slowly, Alexander pushed into her mouth. Piper opened wider, breathing through her nose, eager to accept as much of it as possible. He maintained his hold on her hair the whole time, using it to keep her head in place as he started to slide in and out. “God, woman,” he groaned. “Those lips…I knew they’d feel good, wrapped around my dick.” He tilted his head forward to watch her suck at him greedily.

  “Yeah,” he told her. “That’s it. Get it good and hard, so I can fuck your big, wet pussy with it.”

  Talking dirty seemed to be a turn-on for Piper. She let out a long, low moan that vibrated around her mouthful of cock. Alexander huffed out a laugh. “I wonder if I could make you cum before I ever get near your pussy,” he said. He saw her palms dragging back and forth over her thighs, before one hand dipped down between her legs and she began rubbing herself through her panties. “Ohh…are you getting wet, baby?” he asked. “Is your clit throbbing?”

  “Mm-hmm!” she hummed in reply.

  Abruptly, Alexander pulled his cock out of Piper’s mouth and released his grip on her hair. He stepped back and offered his hands to help her to her feet again. He cupped her chin and leaned down to press his lips to hers in a kiss. He could taste himself on her mouth, the sharp tang of his presem. “I can’t decide how I want you, first,” he murmured, as he nuzzled her cheek.

  “I don’t care,” she said, and swallowed to clear the lustful rasp from her throat. “Any way you want. Just do it. Please.”

  Alexander turned her around to face away from him. Kissing her shoulder, he unhooked her bra and tugged the straps off her arms. His hands slipped around her thick, soft body, coming up under her heavy breasts. He found her nipples and clasped them between thumb and forefinger. Piper moaned and swayed back against him. He kissed her shoulder. “Lie down,” he whispered against her ear. “On your back.”