by Desiree Holt, Lisabet Sarai, Lily Harlem, Elizabeth Coldwell, Wendi Zwaduk, Imari Jade
“I do.”
“Are you sure?” Remy licked his lips.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
A long, eloquent look passed between the two men. Zeke brushed his hair out of his eyes. Remy nodded. Each of them took one of her hands. Electricity sizzled through her.
They led her up the stairs.
Chapter Seven
Ruby sank down onto the bed, suddenly unsure. Without a word, Zeke began to undress. She swallowed hard, her pantyhose growing more sodden by the instant as he revealed his blond-furred torso and muscled thighs. He stepped out of his briefs, setting his erect cock free. It reared up from the red-gold tangle at his groin, swaying a bit, like a tree branch in the wind. Sporting a wicked grin, he stroked it once or twice to coax a bead of moisture from the fat bulb. Ruby clutched the bedspread, her heart slamming against her ribs. Was this really happening?
No sooner was Zeke naked than Remy began to disrobe. He kicked off his boots, then dragged his shirt over his head and tossed it into a corner, to be followed by his jeans. Gone was the composure that had first drawn her attention… Was it really less than a week ago? Urgency and impatience vibrated in his every gesture. His swollen penis arced towards the ceiling in a graceful curve, bobbing with his pulse. He struggled for control, his hands clenched into fists by his sides. His skin gleamed like polished oak, smoothed over the sculpted curves of his hairless chest and lean flanks. Revealed to Ruby for the first time, his naked body was every bit as compelling as his face. She fought the urge to literally throw herself at his feet.
Her suit jacket felt hot and constraining. She shrugged it off her shoulders. The silk of her blouse revealed her taut nipples, straining through the lace of her brassiere. Her musk escaped the confines of her panties and hose. She was dying for them to touch her, but neither man moved. She was the one in charge.
“Please,” she managed to choke out, holding out her arms. “Don’t make me wait any longer!”
In an instant, they were both by the bed. Remy crouched down to remove her shoes. He kneaded her insteps and arches. She tingled all over. He worked his way up her legs—massaging her calves, working his thumbs into the pressure points above her knees, stroking the insides of her thighs with light touch that shot straight to her pussy. As he worked, he pushed her skirt up into a crumpled mess in her lap. She didn’t care. She leant back to give him access to the elastic circling her waist. In one swoop, he relieved her of her underwear and stockings.
Meanwhile, Zeke knelt behind her on the bed, his thighs flanking her hips, his chest against her back, and his erection flattened against her spine. He reached around to unfasten her buttons, his blunt fingers brushing against the heated skin below her bra. The transient contact made her yearn for more. He removed her blouse, taking care not to damage the delicate garment, then addressed himself to the hooks of her bra. By the time she released the breath she was holding, he had bared her breasts. Her plentiful flesh spilled out of his palms. Zeke thumbed the swollen tips and lightning streaked down to her clit.
“God, you’ve got gorgeous tits, darlin’! Juicy and firm as Georgia peaches!” Zeke gave the aching nubs a pinch, making her squirm. At the same time, Remy’s slender fingers parted her labia and warm breath stirred her moist folds.
“Oh…” She hardly had time to moan before Remy’s mouth fastened on her pussy. “Oh—oh, my God…” He burrowed into her, sucking her flesh into his mouth while swiping the flat of his tongue across her clit. Sensitised by days of self-imposed celibacy, her hungry cunt spasmed with pleasure under his expert attention. She tilted her pelvis and parted her thighs, trying for more contact. Remy probed her crevice, making her crave deeper penetration, before returning his attention to her clit.
Her whole being concentrated on the tongue dancing in her pussy. A climax curled in her belly. Remy’s mouth coaxed it closer to the surface.
All at once there was heat and wetness from a new source. Zeke’s ripe lips surrounded one nipple. He swirled his tongue around the engorged bead of flesh, then applied delicious suction. His moustache brushed her bare skin, soft and sensual. Just when she thought she’d burst from the pleasure, he transferred his mouth to the other breast, leaving the first soaked with saliva, chilled and tingling. He used his teeth but Ruby felt no pain, only a brilliant stab of delight.
Remy reacted as her body tensed. He drove his face into her sex, plunging his tongue into her hole, mashing her clit against his nose. The duelling sensations, above and below, drove her into a frenzy. Her lovers worked together to brink her to the peak. That realisation—that the two men were collaborating in her pleasure—was what finally pushed her over the edge.
She came like a thunderstorm sweeping off the plains, spilling out in a flood, ripped by blinding bolts. They held her as she yelled and thrashed, taut and shuddering with near-unbearable bliss. When the last echoes finally rolled away, she opened her eyes to find them on either side of her, smiles of satisfaction on their faces.
“Oh, my God,” she murmured. She stroked Remy’s cheek with one hand, brushed Zeke’s tangled locks off his brow with the other. “Thank you…thank you both… That was amazing…”
“That’s just the beginning, chere.” Remy eased her onto her back and curled up beside her, trailing his fingers over her breasts. His cock painted her thigh with pre-cum. “You first, man,” he told Zeke.
“You sure?” On his knees near her feet, Zeke loomed up, clutching his swollen penis. Fat and veined, crowned by the plump purple head, his organ looked like it might explode at any moment.
“Definitely. You knew her before I did. Here.” Remy flipped a condom in Zeke’s direction. “You deserve it.”
“Well, if you really don’t mind…” Zeke dithered, but he was already tearing open the package.
“Damn it, if one of you doesn’t fuck me this instant, I’m going to scream!” Ruby raised her knees and spread her thighs. She reached for the sturdy figure of her long-time friend. “Come on! I’m dying to have you inside me!”
“Anything to oblige a lady,” Positioning himself between her splayed legs, Zeke slid his cock into her soaked pussy.
“Oh, God!” they moaned in unison. Remy chuckled. Ruby thought that she’d never felt anything so perfect as Zeke’s cock buried inside her.
“You’re so wet, darlin’.” Zeke began to thrust, gently at first, but deep, letting her enjoy every inch of his glorious rod.
“You’ve only got yourself to blame,” she gasped as he picked up speed. “Oh, yeah—that’s good, baby… Ah…yeah…”
“Fuck her harder,” Remy panted. “That’s right…” Turning her head in his direction, Ruby saw that her other lover was fondling his penis, smearing fluid up and down its smooth length. Their eyes met. Once more she had the sense that he could read her thoughts.
Harder, yes. Faster, rougher, raunchier. Wild and deep and dirty, that’s what she wanted, and Remy knew it.
“My mouth,” she moaned, while Zeke rammed into her as though he’d tear her in two. “Give me your cock…”
The slender black man straddled her chest. His erection grazed her lips. She licked the cap, swirling her tongue over the stretched skin. He tasted salty with a hint of musk. She opened wide and Remy plunged his erection into the offered cavity.
He held still at first, letting her explore. She traced the smooth shaft and flicked at the sensitive underside, then turned on the suction. That got to him. He drove into her mouth, slamming against her palate, pulled back and thrust again. Before long, he had fallen into Zeke’s rhythm, ramming into her mouth whenever Zeke skewered her pussy. Arms stretched forward, he braced himself against the wall, filling her throat again and again with his slick, solid flesh.
Ruby relaxed and let them both ravage her. The physical sensations were so intense and complicated that Ruby couldn’t sort them out. All she knew was that she loved it. She loved being the willing receptacle of two men’s lust. The harder they fucked her
, the more cherished she felt. They were giving her a gift, by loving and sharing her.
All at once, Zeke bellowed. He dug his fingernails into her thighs and ground his cock against her sex. The friction cut her loose, flinging her into orgasm. Convulsing around Zeke’s spurting cock, she felt Remy’s organ swell against her tongue. She climaxed again in anticipation of tasting him for the first time.
Remy didn’t come, though. “Your mouth is sweet,” he told her, as Zeke pulled out and stretched out beside them. “But I want your pussy. Over here, chere.”
Zeke’s cock might be flaccid, but his eyes glittered with lust as he watched Remy manoeuvre Ruby onto her hands and knees. She would have sworn that she couldn’t have been more turned on. When Remy knelt behind her and rubbed his dick back and forth along her cleft, though, she thought she’d faint with lust.
“You’ve got such a beautiful ass.” He dug his fingers into her cheeks, holding her open. “The first time I saw you, all those curves stuffed into those tight jeans…” He jerked his pelvis, impaling her. “I knew you were a sweet, hot bitch…” He pulled back then nailed her again. “I had to have you”—slam!—“had to do it doggy style.” Slam! Slam! “You’re so tight, chere, and so very, very wet…”
Ruby arched her back, raising her haunches so he could penetrate more deeply. Despite that fact that she’d already had three orgasms—even though her position offered little stimulation for her clit—she trembled, only a breath away from another come.
Remy’s cock took her over. She shuddered with pleasure every time he pierced her. Her breasts swung back and forth beneath her, jiggling in time to his thrusts. Sweat dripped from her forehead. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting her.
A low growl broke through her reverie. Zeke sat, propped up against the wall, fisting his cock with both hands. Their eyes met.
“Baby—are you okay?” she murmured, in between strokes. A twinge of guilt tarnished her pleasure. It couldn’t be easy for him to watch her being fucked by another man.
“I’m great, darlin’. Really. I’ve never in my life seen anything as sexy as you two…” He grinned and showed her his fully erect penis. “See?”
“Oh…Zeke…” Her pussy clenched, a tiny climax shimmering through her. “Oh, please—Remy!” She peered over her shoulder. “Baby, I want you both. Now.”
The man behind her paused, buried to the hilt. “You sure you can take it, chere?”
“Oh, yeah! I can take anything you two dish out, baby.”
“I hope you’re right,” Remy commented, pulling out to leave her cunt aching and hungry. “Zeke?”
The burly bluesman had already settled on his back. His massive cock pointed straight up. She straddled his hips and sank down, embedding him in her pussy. A wave of delight swept over her. He was bigger than Remy and stretched her more. In addition, the position generated delicious pressure on her clit.
Falling forward onto her hands, she gave Zeke a long, deep kiss. “I love you, baby,” she whispered. Then she glanced back at Remy. “Baby, I’m ready.”
His fingers dabbled in her cunt, gathering moisture. Zeke tensed as Remy’s hand grazed his shaft, then thrust up, making Ruby moan. She felt slender fingers padding at her rear entrance, smearing her juices. “Oh…” she gasped as the tight knot of muscle was breached by a fingertip. “Ah—oh, my God.” A second finger joined the first, probing, wriggling, working to loosen and open her most private passage.
Otis had fucked her ass once, when he was drunk. She remembered it as embarrassing and painful. Zeke had always been afraid that he’d be too large and hurt too much. Now, as Remy’s sheathed cock drilled into her anus, she knew that wouldn’t be true. Yes, there was an edge of pain at first, but when she relaxed and let Remy enter, it vanished, to be replaced by pleasure so acute that it was difficult to bear. It suffused her whole pelvis, a sort of glittering ache that grew stronger as he pushed deeper.
“Breathe, chere,” he whispered in her ear. He was in to the hilt now. There was a moment of stillness. They hung there, the three of them—entwined, connected. She could feel every tiny movement her lovers made, and she knew that they could feel each other. Peace and gratitude welled up inside her. There was no danger here, only bliss. Why had she been so eager to push love away?
Remy shifted slightly. Zeke pulsed and swelled in answer. Together, in perfect synchrony, the two began to fuck her. It was wild, filthy and delicious—beyond anything she’d ever dreamed, let alone experienced.
She opened her heart and her body and let her two lovers in. All the way.
Chapter Eight
It was standing room only at the Crossroads Blues Bar. Apparently someone had talked the place up on the Internet. Now Ruby was turning people away. The new five dollar cover charge hadn’t discouraged anyone. There was a line running down the sidewalk, people waving tens and twenties in the hope that they’d be given priority.
It’ll die down, she thought. Success was just a tiny bit scary.
She’d been making plans, though, to bring in some other acts. The Night Travellers were sensational, but Isaiah was right. People liked variety.
Variety, indeed. Leaning against the bar, she peered over the heads of the audience. Zeke and Remy were on stage, belting out a decidedly suggestive version of I’m Your Hoochie Coochie Man. Zeke had his axe swung low over his groin. He rocked his pelvis as he played, like he was making love to the instrument. Remy was nearly as bad, swivelling his hips like some modern-day Elvis.
Or maybe it was just her imagination. The whole world had been drenched in sensuality since that fateful night when she’d invited them into her bed. It was hard to believe it had been just a week.
She hadn’t slept alone since. She’d walked through her days in some sort of voluptuous trance. She never knew when one or the other of them—or both—would pull her into a dark corner and ravish her. She’d pretty much given up on jeans—they were just too darned inconvenient. These days she wore mostly skirts—often without any underwear.
Yes, you’ve turned into some slut. Fine mother you are, too.
She dismissed the self-criticism. Isaiah had adjusted perfectly well to having two men at the breakfast table. Remy was teaching him slide guitar. Zeke had promised him tickets to see Eric Clapton if his grades were good.
True, she’d been spending less time in the club, but it seemed to be doing fine without her.
Thunderous applause broke her reverie. The spot swung over the crowd to pick her up in the back. “Ruby Jones, ladies and gentlemen, the woman responsible for Crossroads.” The warmth in Zeke’s voice made her pussy even wetter…and it had already been moist from watching their antics on stage. “Come on up, Ruby!”
She hadn’t planned on performing tonight, but what the hell. Remy extended a hand to help her up onto the stage. The haunted look in his eyes was mostly gone. His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of her arousal. Zeke gave her a quick hug, surreptitiously tweaking her nipple.
“Behave yourself!” she whispered, trying to ignore her simmering lust. “What are we doing?”
Zeke ignored her, addressing the audience instead. “Ruby’s going to give us a classic—Bessie Smith’s I’m Wild About That Thing.”
“Oh, no…” she said, half-laughing despite herself. “I can’t…” Zeke and the Travellers were already into the intro, though. There was nothing she could do. She swallowed her embarrassment and launched into the song.
“Honey baby, won’t you cuddle near.
Let sweet mama whisper in your ear.
I’m wild about that thing!
It makes me laugh and sing.
Give it to me, papa,
I’m wild about that thing.”
The crowd clapped and whistled. Ruby shot a desperate look at Zeke, who just smiled sweetly. Damn, but that man was sexy.
Remy’s guitar took the lead as she started the second verse. He gave her the old laser stare. She felt naked, which fitted very
well with the lyrics.
“Do it easy, honey, don’t get rough.
From you, papa, I can’t get enough.
I’m wild about that thing.
Sweet joy it always bring.
Everybody knows it.
I’m wild about that thing.”
By the time the song was finished, she was a puddle of lust. Zeke grabbed her and gave her a kiss—quick but with plenty of tongue. The audience roared. Then Remy followed suit. Her cheeks burned, but she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t turned on.
“You guys are impossible,” she whispered to Zeke.
“And you, darlin’, are irresistible.” He turned to the audience. “Thank you, people. Maybe we can coax her back later. Meanwhile, we’re goin’ to change the mood a bit, with that old favourite, Trouble in Mind.”
Sweaty and flustered, Ruby retreated to her office upstairs. Maybe if her lovers weren’t right there in front of her, she’d be able to get control of herself.
She sat quietly, willing her breath to slow. To distract herself, she leafed through the pile of mail on her desk. The top envelope bore the logo of Atkinson, Fletcher and Graham, LLC—her landlord’s lawyers. She tore it open. Her preoccupation with her lovers had actually driven the problem from her mind.
She broke into a smile at first reading. Everything was working out so well. Then she reread the letter. Her smile evaporated.
* * * *
Two sets of footsteps sounded on the stairs. Ruby raised her head from her crossed arms.
“Ruby—are you all right?” Remy’s hand on her shoulder did not trigger the usual frisson of arousal.
“When were you going to tell me?” Her voice was icy. She held out the letter. “Bienville Associates. That’s your company, isn’t it?”
Remy actually seemed to grow pale. “Yes, yes—I tried to tell you. That first day, when I came to your office, it was to talk about the lease. And then last Friday, after you visited the lawyers—they called me and I rushed over, to explain…”