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

  Bernard, hand caressing my inner thigh, kissed my breast. I ran my manicured nails along his lean ebony back. Troy, finally naked, climbed onto the end of the bed. Lifting my foot by my ankle, Troy examined my pedicure, and then kissed my toes. Bernard’s course tongue lapped at my nipple, hand up and down my leg. Nipple hardening, I arched my back. Bernard’s fingers floated along my inner thigh, barely touching my tender flesh. Troy kissed the arch of my foot. The two sable stallions heaped their adoration on my body, and I felt like Cleopatra.

  Better than a full-body massage, their large, powerful hands danced along my skin. Troy and Bernard assayed their newest valuable acquisition, me, and exhibited their approval in the form of kisses. They approved of all of me.

  Kisses flew everywhere: on my calf, the inside of my knee, my neck, my breasts, my nipples, my stomach, and…everywhere. I didn’t have to think where to put my hands. All I had to do was cast my fingers out, and everywhere they went they landed on hot black stud.

  Their heat surrounded me as I lay ensconced between them. My loose red hair flew about as I turned to kiss first one, and then the other. Their cocks pressed heavily against my pale white skin. Troy and Bernard were good business partners. They knew how to share. Not once did one’s kiss interfere with the other’s. They each had a breast to kiss and a thigh to stroke. I imagined their powerful hands could each settle roughly on my thighs, take a firm hold, and rip me in two, like a wishbone. I had no worries, for even if they did that, I knew their wish would be to have me be between them, naked.

  Bernard rolled me to him, and I draped a knee over his hip. My protracted arousal had my body in a state of blissful relaxation, so much so that when Troy pressed his hot cockhead against my asshole, I felt myself open up, yearning for him like a baby bird gawping to be fed.

  Troy fed my asshole. He fed it fully.

  My mouth fell open. Bernard’s lips seized the opportunity and kissed me, his hot breath conjoining with mine. His arms wrapped around my shoulders, and his hands cradled my head. I moaned into Bernard’s mouth.

  From behind me, Troy’s arms snaked around my sides. His hands took possession of my breasts while his cock worked its way into my ass, doing the impossible, making a goliath peg fit into a tiny hole.

  My heart roared with enthusiasm as Troy’s cock drilled its way home. I welcomed Troy’s huge cock in my ass. It felt so right. My ass was his scabbard. The two black studs pressed against me, sandwiching my little body between their steaming, powerful forms. Troy built up a rhythm, pumping my ass and sinking deeper with each stroke. My juices seeped out of my hungry pussy. I felt utterly safe, nestled between them.

  There was only one thing left to make our blessed triumvirate whole, to fuse our salacious Oreo as one. I fumbled down and found Bernard’s hard cock. I slid him inside my yearning cunt.

  This was bliss. Their cocks rumbled inside me, bouncing against each other, shielded by the thinnest, most fully stretched parts of my anatomy. I turned my head and reached back for Troy. His lips found mine. Bernard nibbled on my neck. Their hips found a rhythm, and my body sang like a tuning fork.

  No one fucked like these two—absolutely no one. Synchronized fucking. It should be an Olympic event. My black studs would certainly take the gold. On my side, I wrapped one leg around Bernard and opened my ass wide for Troy.

  Their bodies crashed into mine, crushing me, and I moaned in guttural delight. Once I started moaning, I couldn’t stop. My moans encouraged them to fuck me harder, which made me moan more, which made them fuck me harder. We heterodyned into orgasmic bliss. I came first, and they kept going, making my orgasm a paradox of joy and torture, until I came again. First one and then another spewed inside me.

  Even as they grew soft inside me, Troy and Bernard continued to fondle and kiss me. They truly adored me.

  After we watched the sunset, I was cleaning off their cocks with my mouth when Troy said, “We believe you need to review the books monthly instead of quarterly.”

  I took my mouth off Troy’s cock long enough to reply, “Yes sir,” and then I set back to work.

  The night was young.

  --THE END--

  Trio of Fun

  Leshaun and Michael have been together for ten years, meeting in their first year of college. Coming out to their families had been a bit difficult in the beginning, as no one ever suspected a scholarship-bound football player to wind up with a male med student. When Leshaun decides to trade in his pads for a coach’s whistle, he broaches a subject he and Michael have discussed from time to time: he wants to start a family of their own. The question is, where will they find a suitable surrogate?

  As fate would have it, Michael receives a call from an old friend and one-time lover, Justine. She’s fallen on hard times and is moving back to the area. Justine is thrilled when Michael tells her about Leshaun and looks forward to meeting him. That gives Michael an idea. Inviting Justine over for dinner, he makes a proposal that could change all their lives for the better.

  ****

  “Should it say ‘Happy Anniversary,’ or ‘Happy Retirement?’”

  Michael Burnett looked up from his tablet to see his partner of ten years standing at the window overlooking their backyard. He sighed. “Leshaun,” he called out. When he still received no answer, he put down the tablet and got up from their bed. Walking over, he slid his arms around Leshaun’s barrel chest from behind and hooked his chin over one broad shoulder. “I really do need your input about the cake for the party. Our friends and families are going to want to know what kind of gifts they’re going to have to bring. And we both know your sister will not be thrilled if we don’t tell her in advance.” He kissed Leshaun’s neck. “You’re not having second thoughts about taking that coaching job, are you?”

  Leshaun snorted a soft laugh. Lacing his thick fingers through Michael’s slender ones, he shook his head. “Naw, baby. Four years playing college football and then six more with the national league…I had a good run. But when your doctor tells you ‘one more tear on that ACL and you’ll never walk again,’ and your doctor also happens to be your partner…well.” He glanced back at Michael with a fond smile. “Besides…if I can’t walk, how am I supposed to keep up with our kids?”

  Michael blinked and straightened up. He pulled back and Leshaun turned to face him; the former wide receiver’s smile broadened into a grin and he nodded. Michael’s mouth fell open. “Leshaun James Burnett – are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

  “I am.” Leshaun took Michael’s hands – the long, gentle hands of an orthopedic surgeon, and a lighter brown in contrast to his own darker skin. “I know it’s been years since we talked about having a family of our own, and we always said it would happen someday, after we got our careers on track. But now that I’m no longer going to be putting my life at risk out on the field, I think it’s time we start thinking about those kids we wanted. I’m ready to become a daddy.” He gazed down into Michael’s dark brown eyes. “Question is, are you?”

  “Oh, baby,” Michael said. He freed his hands so he could slide his arms up around Leshaun’s neck, and leaned up to share a tender kiss. “We’ve got the house, we chose this neighborhood because it’s safe and near a good school…we’ve been planning for this all along. It’s definitely time to make this happen.”

  “Yeah, and while our parents are still alive to see grandkids,” Leshaun added, which made Michael burst out laughing. “You know your mom’s always saying, ‘when you gonna give me grandbabies, I want some grandbabies!’” He even changed his voice, going higher in pitch and taking on a Spanish accent in an attempt to impersonate Michael’s mother.

  “Well, I keep telling her we’ve been trying to get each other pregnant for years but it just hasn’t taken.” Michael stepped back and smiled up at his partner with open fondness. “So, I guess maybe we should think about getting a cake for the party that says ‘We’re Going to Have a Baby.’” He shook his head. “Your mom will probably have a heart attack
on the spot when she sees that. I thought she was going to have a stroke the first time you took me home with you to meet them and told them I was your lover.” He sobered. “I still can’t believe your dad was the one to bring her around. It made me appreciate how open-minded my parents have always been – then again, they had a lot to deal with as an interracial couple back when they started dating…but we’re from Chicago. Your family being church-goers and coming from Atlanta, it was just harder for you to come out.” He smiled again and touched the neatly-groomed goatee on Leshaun’s chin. “I’m just lucky I was the one standing on the other side of that door to catch you when you did.”

  “I’m the lucky one,” Leshaun said. “Come on over here, now, and give me some sugar.” He reeled Michael back into his arms and they shared another long, slow kiss. Michael ran his hands over Leshaun’s smooth head and sucked at his full, soft lips. Leshaun’s big hands moved down along Michael’s body, cupped his round ass through his pajama bottoms and squeezed. “Mm-mm,” Leshaun murmured in appreciation. “I got real lucky.”

  “Get me back on that bed,” Michael whispered against his husband’s mouth, “and I’ll make you feel even luckier.”

  Any further party planning was forgotten for the rest of the afternoon.

  ***

  On a recommendation from one of his nurses, Michael placed an order for the cake from a bakery closer to the hospital. It would be easier to pick up on his way home from work, and could be stored in the refrigerator overnight for the party tomorrow. Leshaun was put in charge of going to the airport to get his parents and sisters who were flying up from Georgia. Michael’s parents, his sister, and his cousin all lived locally. Leshaun had already prepared two of their spare bedrooms for company. Michael still smiled when he remembered how Leshaun had tears in his eyes when Michael asked him which room he wanted to turn into a nursery. They agreed not to say anything to their relatives about their plans to start a family until the party, when they would make the official announcement. That’s where the cake would come in.

  “Hi, may I help you?” the girl at the counter asked, when Michael walked into the bakery.

  “Yes,” he said, smiling. He pulled out his wallet. “I’m picking up a cake. It should be under Burnett, first name Michael.”

  A woman standing at the other end of the counter by the display of cupcakes turned around. “Michael?” she called out.

  He looked at her; petite, curvy, and blonde, it took a moment for him to recognize her. His eyes widened. “Oh, my God – Justine?” he exclaimed in surprise. They came together, laughing, for a tight embrace. “I don’t believe this! I haven’t seen you in years! What are you doing back in Chicago? I thought you moved to New York!”

  “I did,” she said. “Attended school at Julliard, performed in a few productions on Broadway, did a few commercials and one really cheesy science fiction film that went straight to DVD…but, yeah, I’m back.” She grinned up at him. She still had that beautiful smile, those sleepy blue eyes and turned-up nose. “But, yeah, I’m back.”

  “For how long?”

  She shrugged. “We’ll see,” she said, and he could tell right away she was trying to maintain that upbeat tone to her voice.

  “Uh-oh,” he said, growing serious. “What happened?”

  Justine waved her hands dismissively. “Bad stuff,” was all she would say.

  “Well, maybe we can get together sometime and talk about it,” he said gently. “I was always there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on when we were in high school.” He pointed to his upper arm. “Still there. See?”

  She laughed. “I may just take you up on that,” she said.

  “So, where are you staying?”

  “At my brother’s place,” she said. “For now.” She gestured to his mouth. “You grew a mustache. Was that the only way people were going to look at that pretty baby face and take you seriously?”

  “Yeah, okay, that’ll be enough out of you.” Chuckling, he stroked his upper lip in a self-conscious manner. “You cut your hair, I see. Looks good on you. I like it.”

  “Yeah? Thanks.” She glanced down at his left hand and the gold band on his finger. “Looks like you’ve made some other changes, too. Who did you wind up tripping? Not that guy you were seeing right after graduation, was it?”

  “No, actually, I met this one in college. His name’s Leshaun. He played football professionally until just recently. He’s going to be one of the assistant coaches for the Bears in the upcoming season. We’ve been together ten years, but we got married officially when Illinois passed the civil union law.”

  “Wow! Well, congratulations!” At that moment, the clerk slid the cake onto the counter. Justine looked over and saw the writing along the top through the plastic cover. “’And baby makes three?’” She gasped and covered her mouth with one hand to stifle a squeal. “Oh my God! Michael – you guys are having a baby?”

  “Planning to,” he corrected, laughing. “We’ve talked about it happening someday, but now we’re ready. We’re having a big get-together at our house up in Evanston – kind of a tenth-anniversary, retirement/new job thing – but we decided since our family and closest friends were going to be there, we’d take that opportunity to make the announcement. We weren’t going to tell anyone until then, so consider yourself special because you’re the first to know.”

  “Oh, that’s just awesome! I am so happy for you! Congratulations, again!” She hugged him a second time and placed a big kiss on his cheek.

  “Hey – why don’t you come to the party, too? I’d love for you to meet Leshaun.”

  “Really? Oh, but not if this is something special…I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

  “Girl, what are you saying?” Michael clicked his tongue at her and shook his head. “Don’t make me drive all the way to your brother’s place in Calumet Heights to get you and drag you to my house.”

  It was Justine’s turn to laugh. “Okay, okay! Damn! Don’t go all Southside on me, now… What time should I be there?”

  “Six,” he said. He finished paying for the cake and put his wallet away. His phone chimed and he pulled it out, quickly checking a message from Leshaun letting Michael know his parents’ flight was delayed and he still needed to pick up the dry cleaning. “Damn. I’ve got to run, sweetie. Give me your email address and I’ll text you with directions to the house.” Once he had her information in his phone, he nodded. “Got it.” Scooping up the bakery box, he leaned over and kissed Justine’s cheek. “So glad you’re back. We have got a lot of catching up to do. See you tomorrow – remember, be there or I will come find you!”

  “All right! See you, then!”

  ***

  It was shortly after six when the doorbell rang. Michael answered it, breaking into a new smile when he saw Justine standing there in a sleeveless, floral print dress and a white lace shawl. “You made it,” he said, and then whistled. “And you are looking fine, lady!”

  “So are you,” she said, eyeing his light grey dress slacks, rose-colored shirt and dark grey tie. “That color looks incredible on you.”

  “Why, thank you.” He showed her into the house and gave her a quick tour before leading her out onto the back patio where everyone was gathered under hanging paper lanterns. Smokey Robinson was playing over hidden speakers and there was a long buffet table full of food and drinks. Michael made introductions. His parents remembered Justine and greeted her with hugs and kisses on the cheek. Spotting Leshaun talking with a couple of friends, Michael guided his childhood friend over to him. “And this is my husband, Leshaun. Leshaun, this is Justine Hale.” He leaned in toward her and added in a stage whisper, “He may look like a big, angry dude who eats barbed wire for breakfast, but don’t let that fool you – under that hard, chocolate shell, he is all sweet, gooey marshmallow.”

  “Aw, baby!” Leshaun huffed in mock protest. “Not in front of my boys! I got a reputation to uphold!”

  The other guys, members of Leshaun’s fo
rmer team, laughed and ribbed him good-naturedly. “Yeah, right – we all saw you cryin’ on the bus when we had Finding Nemo on the DVD player!”

  Leshaun pretended to scowl and wave them off, tugging at the white collar of his pale blue dress shirt. “Y’all can hush, now,” he said. He stepped away from them and turned to Justine. “It’s good to finally get a chance to meet you,” he said warmly. “Michael’s told me all about you. He said you were best friends as kids, up through high school.”

  “Yeah, we fell out of touch after I moved to New York,” she said, looking down. “I blame myself. I just got so caught up with school and work…”

  “Hey,” Michael said, “that works both ways, you know. I could have tried harder to keep contact, too, but I didn’t.” He smiled. “You’re back, now. That’s what matters.”

  Over the course of the evening, Michael came back to Justine after mingling with the other guests and take a moment to sit down, relax, and share a cocktail. “It really is good to see you again,” he said. Her shawl slipped off her arm and hit the ground. “Whup, let me get that.” As he straightened up, his eye caught sight of a round scar peeking out from just under the edge of one shoulder strap. He frowned. He had seen enough injuries in his line of work to recognize a cigarette burn when he saw it. She caught him staring; her smile faded and she quickly covered up with the shawl. “Is that why you came back?” Michael asked softly. “Someone hurt you?”

  She sighed. “We were together for five years,” she said at last. “You know me, I’ve always tried to believe that everything would get better if I just tried harder…”