Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lynn Stark

  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so many erections in one day. It was likely in the days before Gray had finally decided to claim him. As a teenager he had been in a state of perpetual horniness. Going into the bathroom he wet a cloth with warm water then got the lube and condoms from the cupboard. When he returned he cleaned her gently between the legs then tossed the cloth away toward the general direction of the bathroom.

  As he stared down at the pink rosette of her virgin asshole, Roarke savored the thought he would be the first to take her there. And it was only fair. Gray had gotten to fuck her beautiful pussy first and had gotten the first blow job from her.

  After rolling on a condom he opened the lube and covered his fingers. Marley tensed against the chill of the gel for a moment, and then relaxed. He rimmed the pink flower, pushing with his thumb, until she was pushing back, silently asking for more. The tip of his finger pushed into the ring of muscles. He worked them gently. This had to be perfect for her. He didn’t want her to regret this absolute freedom she had given them over her and her body.

  Looking at the whole woman, not just focusing on what his fingers were doing to her, he saw the flush across her satiny golden skin. She was as relaxed as she possibly could be, probably more than he was at that moment. He watched her breathe, watched her body undulate slightly as she moved against his fingers as they began stretching her.

  The woman was fucking perfect, her body made to be loved in so many different ways.

  Roarke returned his gaze to his fingers, watching as they stretched her lovely asshole, preparing it for his cock.

  * * * *

  Marley trembled as strong fingers worked in and out of her asshole. Her skin felt hot, stretched over her body, as she tried to control her breathing. She was ready to go off like a bottle rocket and wished Roarke would stop being so darn considerate. She had to bite her lip to keep from begging him. She had already broken her promise to Grayson once by talking to Roarke, but she hadn’t been able to think of a way to invite him to take her ass without saying the words. The next time she would be better prepared. A smile curved her mouth as she knew exactly how she would invite either man to fuck her ass from now on. She could be a dirty girl.

  There was a need in her she couldn’t explain. It was a complex, multifaceted thing she didn’t recognize. A part of it was that she did enjoy the game. Chocolate lingered on her tongue, making her smile. Another part was both puzzled and thrilled by her willingness, her desire, to be dominated by the two men.

  Bottom line, it wasn’t just fun and exciting, it felt good.

  Oh, fuck! Marley bit her lower lip and held her breath as something much thicker than the three fingers he’d had in her ass was introduced to the guarding ring of muscles. There was some pain, and more than a little burn, but it passed after a few moments. Panting, she forced herself to relax as she pushed back.

  Roarke’s own rough breathing reached her ears, making her realize it wasn’t easy for him, either. He treated her with such care as he slowly worked into her tight ass, claiming her in a way she had never been before.

  Lowering her head and shoulders, raising her ass further into the air, Marley offered her complete submission to the man burying his cock in her asshole. Her fingers wrapped around the sturdy wooden slats in the headboard, holding on tight as her leg muscles tightened and her toes curled. Oh, yes, she was very close to coming.

  Panting hard, biting her lip, she concentrated on holding her orgasm off. It wouldn’t do to give in too soon. Roarke had already come several times, so she figured it would take a while for him to reach that moment when he would find his release.

  As Roarke bottomed out, his balls slapping against her dripping pussy, Marley felt a long, keening cry of pleasure escape her throat. It was pulled from the very depths of her being. There just seemed to be no end to the pleasure she was discovering with these men.

  The fullness was strange, but not unpleasant. On the contrary, it was so exquisitely naughty that she was taken to a plane where everything was new and shiny. She enjoyed the feeling of how the base of his thick cock was stretching the muscles. Her pussy dripped creamy juices as her excitement began to spike, coating his balls.

  Roarke’s cock wasn’t as long as Grayson’s, but that didn’t mean it was small, either. No, it was long and thick. Much thicker at the base, so with each time he withdrew, her asshole began closing up around his shaft, only to stretch out on the next forward thrust of his hips. In and out, opening, closing, his powerful hands held her firmly by the hips as he began fucking her steadily.

  “I love the feel of your asshole stretched around my cock,” Roarke growled, pumping in and out of her, echoing her heated thoughts. “I love watching it. When I pull back it just clings to the head, not wanting to let go. When I push in, your asshole stretches open, welcoming me. It’s like being buried in a hot velvet fist, clinging to me, massaging every inch of my aching cock.”

  Okay, she was going to lose it. Roarke’s words inflamed her passion. Marley spread her legs further and rocked back, forcing his cock deeper. His heavy balls banged against her aching clit like a hammer on a nail. She moaned and buried her face in the pillow, her teeth biting into it. She didn’t want to come yet. She wanted so much more of this naughty pleasure.

  But Roarke wasn’t having it. “Wait until Grayson gets here. Wait until you have his huge cock shoved all the way to the hilt. There’s nothing to compare it to, other than maybe having a steel pole shoved up your ass.”

  A rumbling chuckle reached her ears. Grayson had returned. Excitement shot through her, zapping every nerve ending in her body. “Are you talking up my cock again, babe?”

  “Yes. But it’s the truth.”

  “I see you managed to keep yourself busy while I was gone.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “But I want to. I want all the dirty details.”

  Just the thought of Roarke regaling their morning’s sexual adventures made Marley whimper in frustration. She panted harder, trying to fight off the climax she could feel building steadily, as she imagined Grayson watching as Roarke began fucking her ass harder and faster, driving deep as his fingers held on to her flesh. She would likely have bruises, but she didn’t care. Her muscles were tightening as much as the coil of pleasure was winding in her womb. Her vagina was pulsing, throbbing and quivering, and she wished she had a cock in it to satisfying the deep burning need she had to be filled completely by the two men.

  Flashbacks of what Marley had read in that borrowed book went through her mind. It was the catalyst, sending her over the edge and into the oblivion of blinding passion. She screamed over and over into the pillow as her hands pulled on the headboard, her body twisting and writhing. She was faintly aware of Roarke pounding her hard for a few more seconds before he joined her. The length of his cock swelled, hardened, as semen spurted powerfully from his body and into hers.

  “Fuck that was hot,” Grayson growled from someplace close to the bed.

  It was the last thing she remembered before waking sometime late that afternoon. She was naked, covered by a sheet and a light blanket, and alone in the bed. When she tried to roll over, the handcuff on her wrist stopped her. Tipping her head back she looked at it and smiled.

  Doing a mental examination of her body, Marley found it full of unfamiliar aches. Not unpleasant, just none she was used to feeling.

  She gave the handcuff a playful pull. Now that she was rested she was eager to fulfill the day’s naughty delights. She doubted Grayson would keep her restrained much longer. But she had other ideas. The thought made her close her eyes and smile. Her free hand went between her legs. She stroked her swollen pussy lips, sliding her fingers between to find the creamy juices filling it like a luscious dessert.

  “Are you ready to get up, baby?”

  Caught with her hand in the cookie jar, so to speak, Marley blushed and turned her head to see Grayson standing in the doorway. His shoulders were so broad they seemed
to take up the space. Her gaze went over him, stroking as much as examining. He was such a handsome man, with his silvering blond hair, the muscular torso covered by sun-browned skin, the lean waist enhanced by low-riding jeans.

  “Are you playing with yourself?” She nodded and he grinned roguishly, his eyes alight with laughter. “Didn’t get enough of your men?” She shook her head. “We’ll have to see what we can do about that. Would you like a shower?” She nodded again.

  The look of pleasure on his handsome face was her reward. They had pleasured her so much, making sure she enjoyed each and every experience, only to give her more by letting her know they shared what she was feeling so deeply inside. He moved toward the bed, leaning over so he could unlock the handcuff and release her. She inhaled his masculine scent. He didn’t wear cologne, but she could smell soap on his skin. The heat from his big body caressed her. Strong yet gentle hands caressed the skin around her wrist.

  “I got something better for you to wear next time. They won’t hurt you. I don’t want any marks on this lovely skin of yours.” He paused, his eyes locking with hers. “Do you want to keep playing the game?”

  Marley smiled and nodded.

  Grayson’s face softened. He was looking at her with something which looked very much like love. Emotion swelled in her chest. She was so close to falling for him, as well as the mischievous Roarke. How could she not? They were wonderful.

  Strong hands helped her from the bed. “Go take a long, hot shower. I bought some lotion for your skin. I was assured it tastes as good as it smells. And it’s good for your skin, too. When you’re finished, I want you to come downstairs. Naked.”

  Marley nodded, already anticipating the games they would play through the rest of the afternoon, perhaps through the evening and night as well. She didn’t know how much stamina the men had, but she was sure willing to discover that for herself. She would just have to work hard to inspire them.

  When Grayson lowered his head and captured her mouth with his, Marley moaned her pleasure and reached for his broad shoulders as he wrapped her close to his body with his muscular arms. His cock was pressing against her stomach through his jeans. The rough fabric scraped her oversensitized skin. Pressing herself close, she opened her mouth to let him explore to his heart’s content. His tongue swept inside, rubbing against hers in a teasing, darting, and playful dance, causing her to moan when he ended the sizzling kiss. As he pointed her in the direction of the bathroom he slapped her on the ass.

  Marley squeaked in surprise, and then laughed her delight as she all but danced into the luxurious master bath.

  By the time she left the bathroom she was ready for an evening of entertaining her men. And they were her men. Even if it ended, they were her men for now. But she wouldn’t look at it as if there was an inevitable ending. She would treat it as the beginning and pray it lasted, that what they were discovering between them grew and flourished. She wanted a future with them more than anything else.

  With her warm skin glowing, now soft and scented with the lotion Grayson had given her, and her hair like dark silk around her shoulders and down her back, Marley left the room naked as he had instructed.

  As tempted as she had been to pleasure herself in the shower, she had restrained herself. Her pussy was aching, creamy juices already beginning to wet the insides of her thighs as she went to find her lovers.

  As she neared the kitchen she smelled seared meat and roasting vegetables. Her stomach rumbled a little. Her handsome, playful Roarke was standing at a stove she suspected only the most demanding chefs would use. It was huge, stainless steel, with six burners and a grill. Sliced meat was sizzling on the griddle top, making her stomach rumble again. She didn’t eat a lot of red meat, but when she did, it was steak. There was sliced squash, peppers, and ears of corn cooking beside it. The aroma filling the room was enough to make her mouth water.

  Roarke turned to look at her, his hot gaze sliding up and down her body, lingering on her breasts until they peaked with renewed interest, then the butterfly-tattooed pussy, a dainty mound of flesh.

  Marley knew what he saw. She knew what he wanted to taste, as his mouth worked for a moment. And it wasn’t steak. Creamy juices flowed from her body as the heat flared in her womb.

  Turning her gaze to Grayson, she saw something much different. Oh, he wanted her, but he was in complete control of himself. From what they had told her neither of them had a great deal of experience with women. While Roarke looked at her like some wondrous new discovery, Grayson was light years beyond with his needs and exploration. His lover was game for anything, but he was the one who decided what game the three of them would play.

  Trembling with pleasure under his emerald stare, she waited for him to instruct her. The anticipation was sending her pulse racing. There was a look in his eyes which promised a lot more deliciously wicked things.

  “Come here, Marley.” She walked to stand in front of him. His gaze fixed on her breasts. The dark peaks puckered even more, the nipples as hard as stones. They ached for his mouth on them. It was one thing the men hadn’t done yet. She so wanted them to suck on them at the same time while she held them close. “Now turn around and present me with that beautiful ass of yours.”

  Her heart slammed in her chest. She had read something similar in the book she had borrowed from Colt’s collection. Turning, she spread her legs wide, and then bent so her ass was offered to him. Taking a deep breath as her heart threatened to burst from her chest, she reached back and spread her own ass cheeks, exposing herself in the basest manner possible. It was hot as hell.

  Marley managed not to jump in surprise when the cool gel lube was applied to her asshole. She bit back a moan of pleasure as Grayson began finger fucking her with ease. Just when she was getting really into it, he withdrew his finger and replaced it with something hard and much bigger than his finger.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked gently as he twisted and pressed the object into her asshole. She shook her head. “Good. Relax and press out. If you take it all, I’ll give you two squares of chocolate.”

  Thank goodness she was still somewhat stretched from Roarke fucking her. The object she suspected was a butt plug was as large as the cock which had taken her anal virginity with such gusto. Holding her ass cheeks apart, she took a relaxing breath then pressed back as he gently pushed. It spread her hole wider and wider, stretching her, causing a burn which she found strangely pleasant. Then her muscles closed up as the plug slipped inside, the base sliding snugly into place. Gentle hands removed hers and she straightened. Grayson turned her around and pulled her between his spread legs.

  “You are so beautiful and giving, baby.” He leaned forward to press a kiss between her breasts, leaving the aching peaks wanting their share of kisses. “I’m a little bit larger than Roarke.”

  “There you go, bragging again,” Roarke joked as he stood nearby and watched. She hadn’t heard him move, but felt the intensity of the experience drive upward. It only just kept getting better and better.

  Marley giggled. Grayson smiled at her. “I want your asshole to be able to handle everything I have to give it. Are you comfortable with the butt plug?” She nodded and wiggled her eyebrows, making him laugh. “Good. Now, kneel here beside me.” He nodded toward a folded blanket on the floor. “Give me your wrists.”

  A pair of fur-lined handcuffs appeared. He locked them around each of her wrists. The moment he released her and her hands dropped to her lap, she felt a surprising rush between her legs. She came without warning, crying out in surprise, and then dropped her head forward as she sobbed quietly as her body shook with one aftershock after another.

  “Open up, baby,” Roarke crooned. Marley lifted her head and opened her mouth as tears streaked down her face. Her lips closed around his fingers as he inserted a square of chocolate. “Something to hold you over until supper is ready,” he told her softly as she sucked on his fingers, her tongue sliding between them to remove the chocolate from them. She
saw the fire in his eyes and a dozen promises. “You are so fucking sexy.”

  Marley smiled as she sucked on the chocolate, savoring it. She peeked at Grayson from beneath her lashes. He was staring at her in a calculating manner and she knew he was trying to decide just what he wanted to do to her next.

  If he didn’t know, she could give him a list. Lowering her head, she closed her eyes and sucked on the chocolate until it was nothing but a bittersweet memory on her tongue. The men moved around the kitchen, finishing the supper preparation, talking and joking with one another as if she weren’t there. Marley didn’t mind. If anything, it gave her time to absorb and adjust. She was giving them all her trust. It was as much a test for them as it was for her. If she could trust them with this, her body, her heart, and her soul, she could trust them with anything.

  Besides, she really loved the games and hoped they came up with more.

  A lot more.

  Chapter Eleven

  Grayson reached out to stroke the silky curtain of dark-brown hair. Marley was a gift. While he didn’t have the extreme dominant streak their friend Colt Redford did, it was fun to explore this side of his nature. It wasn’t the same as when he and Roarke wrestled around like the two wild teenagers they had once been, fighting for dominance in bed, a game he always seemed to win. No, this was something more, something with greater depth.

  There was a part of him which enjoyed the control he was exerting over Marley. He wasn’t out to humiliate her, make her feel like less of a person. But he was asking her to trust him, to give him all the power, but tempered by the knowledge that she could end the game at any point.

  “Open,” Grayson commanded softly. He had been feeding her small pieces of the delicate slices of steak and vegetables Roarke had cooked to perfection. The man was a genius in the kitchen, with or without his clothes on. When Marley failed to follow his command, but looked at him mutinously, he felt his anticipation spike. Okay, she wanted to be bad. “Marley, open your mouth and take this bite of steak.”