Saints United [For Love of Authority 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rhiannon Ayers

  “How about we go out for drinks tomorrow?” she suggested, smiling when A.J. looked over at her. “There’s a great little hole-in-the-wall around the corner from here. Good food, live music, and lots of private little booths to get lost in. Sound like a plan?”

  A.J. nodded, glancing at Ryder to make sure he was also okay with the idea. “Sounds great. Thanks. I’ll call you tomorrow, Ryder, if that’s okay.”

  “How about I just come pick you up?” Ryder said, smiling as he followed A.J. toward the door. “Save us a step.”

  Lyss walked up beside Ryder and tugged his shirt at the small of his back. When he glanced down at her, she raised an eyebrow—that was all. But Ryder, bless his heart, knew exactly what she was asking for. As A.J. reached for the first deadbolt, Ryder reached out and snagged the back of his collar.

  “Stop.”

  A.J. froze for a second, then turned slowly. Ryder let A.J.’s shirt slide through his fingers as the man turned, so that when they were facing each other, Ryder still had a grip near A.J.’s neck. The man’s eyes were wide, wild, and filled with fear. Did he think Ryder was suddenly angry at him? Why on earth would he think that? Lyss kept her worries from her expression, however, simply smiling when A.J. glanced her way before locking those blue eyes on Ryder’s face.

  “My wife made a request earlier tonight,” Ryder said in the deep, soft rumble of his. Lyss’s lower belly contracted as a spike of lust shot through her body.

  “She…she did?” A.J. asked, obviously unable to follow Ryder’s gist.

  Ryder nodded solemnly. He took a step forward, forcing A.J. to back up until his back was pressed against the door. Ryder slowly balled his fist, gathering A.J.’s shirt between his fingers as they stared into each other’s eyes.

  “Yes, she did. You see, Lyss has always had this fantasy. She’s often lamented that she never got to witness you and I together, and she has often asked to be allowed to see it, should the opportunity arise. And, I do believe she made that request again tonight.”

  Oh, God, Ryder’s voice had gone all sexy and gravelly, just like it did right before he went Dom on her. Muscles in her pussy contracted, sending little shivers throughout her frame. And hearing the way Ryder dropped his “down-home cop” style of speech when making his declarations made her hotter still. She absolutely loved when he got like this.

  A.J., for his part, looked stunned. When his incredulous gaze met hers, Lyss made sure that nothing but open, honest lust showed on her face. He blinked, blinked again, then licked his bottom lip.

  “Um…well, uh…”

  “Are you going to deny your Lady, A.J.?” Ryder whispered, his gruff, rumbly purr practically vibrating the air around them. Lyss and A.J. both shivered—but probably for different reasons. Ryder called me A.J.’s Lady. And so did A.J. God help me, I hope it’s true.

  A.J. licked his lips again. “Well…um…”

  Ryder slid his free hand up A.J.’s chest, around the side of his neck, and then cupped the back of it. “Shall we give her what she wants?”

  A.J. blinked at him. Glanced at Lyss, who gave him her best sultry, inviting smile. The man gulped. Blinked again. Then he looked into Ryder’s eyes…and nodded.

  Ryder swooped immediately, claiming those luscious lips in a hard, open-mouthed kiss. Lyss sucked in a breath as a mini-gasm blasted through her body, just from the sight of it. Lord in heaven, the two men looked delicious together. Ryder, all big and bad and so in control it made her panties melt. A.J., all quivering excitement and pent-up lust. There was something almost violent in the way they kissed, yet it didn’t feel threatening. No, more like they just couldn’t get enough, couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t find enough ways to touch each other. They attacked each other, mauled each other, practically devoured each other.

  How much more intense would it be when they fucked? Lyss whimpered at the thought.

  After a long, long time, Ryder finally pulled away. Both men were panting noticeably, and A.J.’s gorgeous blue eyes were dazed with passion. Ryder caressed A.J.’s cheek, pressing his forehead against the other man’s for a brief moment before taking a step back. Then, in a move neither A.J. nor Lyss anticipated, he spun A.J. around in his arms, pressed the other man’s back against his chest, and wrapped both hands around his upper biceps. Now A.J. stood in front of Ryder, facing Lyss—and he was pinned in place.

  “Now return the favor,” Ryder whispered, his mouth pressed against A.J.’s temple while his eyes were trained on Lyss. “I’ve fantasized about watching you kiss her, too, A.J. You’ve given your Lady what she asked for. Now it’s my turn.”

  Hope these panties are flame-retardant, ‘cause hot damn, these suckers are getting ready to melt right off.

  Lyss took a step forward, waiting until A.J.’s stunned gaze met hers before sliding both hands down the center of his chest. He gasped, eyes going wide when she wrapped her fingers through his belt-loops. But she didn’t press herself against him. Not yet. Instead, she left a bare inch of empty space between them. An inch that had to have felt like ten thousand feet, judging by how A.J.’s breathing ratcheted upward. Knowing she was torturing him—and loving every minute of it—Lyss rose up on her tiptoes, raised her face toward his, and stopped a breath away from his lips.

  “Shall we indulge him?” she whispered, knowing he could feel her breath across his bottom lip and loving the way his eyes stayed focused on her mouth.

  A.J. took in a shuddering breath…and nodded.

  Lyss didn’t plunder the way Ryder had. Instead, she went for a soft press of lips on lips, a gentle brush against his soft skin. He let out a little groan when she ran her tongue across his seam, opening for her immediately. Sighing softly, she pressed her breasts against his hard chest, taking her time exploring each and every corner of that sweltering-hot mouth. She kissed him lazily, massaging his tongue with her own, gently running the tip against his teeth. By the time she pulled away, he was panting again, his eyes so lust-soaked she wondered if he could still see. Pleased by his reaction, Lyss gave him a parting kiss, then forced herself to take a big step back.

  He wasn’t ready to do any more tonight. Well, perhaps “ready” was the wrong term, considering the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. No, he was more than “ready” for whatever they might do to him. Physically, at least. Emotionally…no. Not quite yet. He didn’t believe they were serious. Didn’t think this was anything more than a wild romp in bed. And until he accepted that this was more than a play date for her and Ryder, they couldn’t afford to let it go any further.

  Ryder turned A.J. around and kissed the man one last time, keeping it slow and sweet this time around. He cupped A.J.’s jaw, looking into his eyes as he said, “That right there? That was a promise, A.J. And an invitation. You don’t believe us, yet. That much is obvious. So, for tonight, the promise is all we’re giving you. But know that it won’t end here—and this will not be the last kiss we share. Understand?”

  A.J.’s pupils were dilated, and he was breathing as if he’d been running marathons all afternoon. But he nodded, somewhat dazedly, so they both knew he’d heard Ryder’s words.

  Whether he understood them—or accepted them—was another story.

  Lyss reached past both men, undid the locks, and turned A.J. to face her again. Rising on her tiptoes, she gave him a tight hug, allowing her breasts to slide down his chest when she released him and sank back down to her heels. A.J. shivered noticeably.

  She smiled. “We’ll see you tomorrow night, hear?” she told him, giving his arm one last squeeze before stepping back. “You drive safe, now. Get a good rest tonight. You’ll need it, promise you that.”

  A.J. whimpered.

  He walked out of the apartment, still dazed, but made it to his truck without falling or tripping on anything. Lyss and Ryder watched him go until his taillights left the parking lot, then Ryder drew her inside and shut the door. Lyss waited until she heard the tumbler in the last lock snick into place. Then she grabbed Ryder�
�s arm, hauled him to the couch, and threw him down on the central cushion. Before he could even think to stop her, she was straddling his lap, tearing at his black wife-beater.

  “Holy fuck, Ryder,” she said, panting for breath. “I want him. I want him so goddamn bad. I didn’t know if I would, but I do. I want him. I want him in our bed. Holy fuck, I want him.”

  Chapter 11

  Ryder clamped both hands around Lyss’s sweet thighs, grinding her mound against his cock as he growled, “You’re not the only one, beautiful. Took everything I had not to rip his clothes off. Fucking hell, I wanted to bend him over that table tonight.”

  Lyss nodded, panting, still scrabbling at his shirt. He leaned forward to accommodate her, lifting his arms so she could pull the material off of him. She pushed him back the moment the shirt was out of the way, started running her hands all over his chest and arms.

  “You warned me how hot he was,” she said, swooping down to kiss around his jaw, down the side of his neck. “And I believed you. God, Ryder, I swear I believed you. But I still didn’t know. I didn’t know how fucking hot he would be. Jesus, I’m about to explode.” And she rubbed her pussy against him even harder, as if to prove her statement.

  Ryder clamped his hands around her thighs again, fighting to keep himself still. His instincts were screaming for him to put her beneath him, but Lyss needed this right now. She needed to be on top. Obviously, A.J. had stirred her up, just like Ryder knew he would. And now her Domme instincts, which she hadn’t gotten to practice since they shared that sub at Club S a few weeks back, were screaming at her even louder than before. So yeah, she needed this. And he could indulge her.

  For the moment.

  To distract himself, Ryder started sliding both hands underneath her thin tank-top, letting the material gather against his wrists as he pulled upward. Lyss obliged him, letting him pull the shirt off her, before shoving her fingers through his hair and claiming his mouth. The kiss was hot, so damn hot and so damn aggressive, and all the while she kept rubbing her pussy against his aching dick. When they were both dizzy from lack of air, she finally ripped her mouth away and started kissing down the side of his neck.

  Ryder lifted his chin to give her access, fingers digging into her thighs as he fought the urge to flip their positions. “I wanted to watch you ride him,” he said, closing his eyes. “I wanted to use that shirt of his to tie his hands together—not behind the chair, but by threading the material underneath it. And pull those sexy-as-fuck jeans down to his knees so you could get at that gorgeous cock. Fuck, Lyss. I wanted to watch you slide onto his lap and take him deep, watch his cock get all shiny from your juices. You would have looked magnificent.”

  She groaned, pressing herself down against his pelvic bone as she kissed him again. Then she sat up straighter, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra. “God, I wanted to watch you bend him over the counter,” she said in a harsh, lust-filled whisper. “When you smacked his ass, I wanted you to pull those jeans down and nail him to the cabinet, just fuck him and fuck him and fuck him some more, until you both collapsed. Fuck, Ryder…”

  No way could he stand listening to her talk like that and not take control. Ryder stood, nearly dumping her on the floor, but caught her just in time. He spun her in his arms, pressing her back to his chest, and reached for the button on her jeans. She helped, and together they pushed her jeans and panties downward. But instead of letting her take them all the way off, Ryder let the fabric bunch around her knees before shoving her down to kneel in front of the couch. She gasped as he pushed her forward until her breasts were mashed into the cushion, her bare ass exposed and knees hobbled by the impeding fabric. Ryder straddled her calves, wrapped her long brown hair around one of his fists, and leaned forward so that his jean-covered cock ground against the exposed petals of her pussy.

  “I wanted all that and more, beautiful,” he growled, ignoring her gasp. He flexed his hips, loving the little shudders that rippled across her bare back. “Every fantasy we’ve ever had about him, Lyss. Every single one flitted through my head at least once tonight.”

  “Please…” she whimpered, fingers digging into the cushion on either side of her torso. “Please…fuck me, Tex. Please, fuck me.”

  “You know, I think I will,” Ryder said. Then he reached down, popped the button on his jeans and pushed them down just enough to free his cock—and shoved it into Lyss’s waiting body in one long, hard thrust.

  He closed his eyes as he sank into her. Fuck, he loved feeling her muscles squeeze and clench all around him. He wasn’t a small man, and Lyss had always been tight. His favorite part was always that first penetration, where her body fought to accommodate his girth. God, the feel of it, the way she got so goddamn wet, the way goose bumps rose on her arms and neck, all of it combined to form an intoxicating miasma of sexual tension strong enough to set him spinning every goddamn time.

  Lyss moaned, a desperate, pleading sound, her hips kicking back and forth in tiny movements as he pinned her to the side of the couch. That was her body, her instinct, taking over. Lyss was a sexual dominant—someone who had difficulty reaching orgasm unless she was in control of the physical motion. Which meant the closer she got, the more her body tried to take over, and the more her hips pumped. She was close already. Damn close.

  He just wasn’t ready to let her come, yet.

  Instead of fucking her the way she so clearly wanted, Ryder pressed forward until he was buried balls-deep, and then even more, until she was completely pinned between his hips and the side of the couch.

  And froze.

  Lyss cursed him. “Fuck, Ryder. Goddamn it…”

  “Not yet, beautiful,” he said with a chuckle, wrapping her hair even tighter around his fist. “I’m not ready for this to be over that fast.”

  She groaned, her inner muscles trying to do the work he wouldn’t do himself. Ryder closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, and didn’t move.

  “You want to know what I would do if A.J. was still here?” he asked her in a conversational tone.

  “Yes,” Lyss panted, pressing her face into the couch cushion.

  “I’d have him strip naked for us. Then I’d have him kneel right here next to us. Right here, beside the couch. And I’d have him bend over, in just the same position you are, Lyss.”

  She cursed again, inner muscles milking his cock madly. Ryder pressed himself against her even more tightly, still not moving.

  “So A.J. would be kneeling here, right next to us, but naked, you see. And I would have him cross his wrists behind his back. Oh, and the last thing? I’d have him turn his face away, so he couldn’t see us. He’d be able to hear us, feel us moving, even smell the scent of sex in the room. But he wouldn’t be able to see us.”

  “Please!” Lyss nearly shouted, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the cushion.

  Ryder chuckled. “I will. If you give me your wrists, beautiful. Cross your wrists at the small of your back.”

  She did it, with gratifying speed. Ryder wrapped one hand around both of her wrists, marveling at how small they were even as he wrapped her hair more firmly around his other hand.

  “That’s it, beautiful. Give me a handle to hold while I fuck you.”

  Which he did, using short, sharp strokes meant to jab her G-spot over and over again. Lyss bucked in his arms, head thrown back—or maybe it was pulled back by the hand he had twisted through her hair—with her mouth dropped open in ecstasy. Ryder closed his eyes for a moment, just reveling in the feel of her tight, wet sheath sliding up and down his dick. But he also wanted to watch her submit to him. His eyes opened again instantly, taking in the sight of her gorgeous ass jiggling with every hard thrust. God damn, he loved the feel of those soft, creamy globes smacking against his abdomen.

  “So we’d have A.J. right here next to us,” he told her, loving her appreciative groan. “Naked, kneeling, and presenting himself for me. For us. Would you like that, beautiful? Would you like to see A.J. kneeling t
here, just waiting to be fucked?”

  “God…yes…” she panted, squinching her eyes shut. “Fuck…Ryder…I want…to watch…”

  “I know you do,” he said, fighting to keep his voice steady even as he started pounding her harder, faster. “And I want to watch you ride him, beautiful. Want to watch your tits bounce all around as you use his body to get yourself off.”

  Lyss gave a tight, desperate little moan, her inner muscles contracting around his cock. Ryder pulled almost all the way out, then froze. “Use my cock, beautiful,” he told her, releasing her hair but keeping the grip he had on her wrists. “Use my cock to get yourself off, just like you want to use A.J.’s.”

  Then he waited, while she caught her bearings. It didn’t take long, though—it never did. Lyss started rocking herself backward, impaling herself on his length. Ryder’s hand around her wrists gave her leverage, which she used with great vigor. For his part, Ryder knelt, unmoving, just letting her do whatever she needed to do to make herself come.

  Not that it was easy. It was damn hard to be still, to let her have control, to simply kneel there and not take over for her. But they had both learned, over their years together, that Lyss couldn’t find true satisfaction unless she had control at least once. He might be able to force an orgasm out of her. Might be able to force several of them, in fact. But unless she got to control the pace, depth, and speed at least once, she didn’t feel satisfied. Didn’t feel sated. And since giving her those things was his sole purpose, he couldn’t very well deny them to her, now could he?

  No matter how hard it was.

  Thankfully, Lyss was already on the edge. She used his cock, sliding herself forward and back only a handful of times before he felt the tell-tale tightening followed by a flood of liquid silk around his dick. Lyss never cried out when she came—no ear-splitting screams from this woman—but that didn’t mean they were less intense. Ryder grunted as her muscles clamped down like a vice, squeezing and retracting rhythmically. He let her ride it out, let her get through the whole wave and the aftershocks that followed…