by S A Clements
Buzz slapped his hands together, looking positively predatory. “Well, all right then.” The man licked his lips, patting his lap with both hands. “Come on, Joshy. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Josh stood and, as she watched, straddled Buzz’s legs, knees up on the chair by Buzz’s thighs. He put his hands on Buzz’s shoulders and leaned in. Buzz met him halfway, immediately taking ownership of the kiss.
Callie heard herself gasp as Buzz’s tongue pushed into Josh’s mouth, one hand sliding into Josh’s hair and tilting his head a little, holding it there. Buzz’s other hand wrapped around Josh’s hip and tugged him in a little closer, their hips rocking once, pushing up together.
God, they were hot together.
Buzz was all bad boy rocker, but smaller than Josh, slender where Josh was broad and muscled. There was little doubt who was in control, though, Buzz owning the kiss, his hands on Josh holding Josh exactly where Buzz wanted him.
Then Buzz’s dark eyes turned in her direction, pinned her to the spot as the kiss went on and on. She tried to look away. She tried to turn, but she was rooted to the spot, her breasts heaving as she took a deep breath, her nipples rubbing against the material of her bra. God, they were hard, her cunt wet. Just from watching Buzz kiss her husband.
The kiss broke and Josh turned to her, eyes dark. He looked drugged. Turned on. Ready for more.
“He’s much, much better now.”
“Huh?” She had no idea what Josh was talking about.
“Billy. He’s gotten better. At kissing.”
“Oh.” She kept staring.
Josh tilted his head. “Come find out, Callie. I know you want to.”
She was going to deny it, but there wasn’t a point. He knew her, just like she knew him. Or at least she’d thought she did. She’d never known about this side of him. He stood up and held out a hand to her. Callie took a step forward. And then another. She took a deep breath and kept going. Glancing at Buzz found him staring up at her, the look in his eyes similar to Josh’s.
Buzz licked his lips. God, it was hot in here. Someone should let Virginia know the air conditioning up here wasn’t working. Or maybe it was just that it couldn’t keep up with the heat being generated by Josh and Billy. Who weren’t even touching right now, and still making her feel dizzy -- light headed and breathless.
Josh grabbed her hand and kept her moving, tugging her closer until she could feel the heat pouring off him as well. He tilted her head and she focussed on his lips, some of the dark purple
- not black like she’d thought it was -- lipstick from Buzz’s lips colored them. Flicking out her tongue, she took a taste almost laughing at the hint of grapes. Buzz Sol wore grape-flavored lipstick. Josh should put that in his article.
Then Josh’s lips were on hers and he was kissing her, opening her mouth. She pushed for control of the kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth to taste him, nutty and sweet at the same time. There was a hint in that taste of someone not Josh, not her. It had to be Buzz. Moaning at the thought, she pressed closer, Josh’s cock hard against her belly.
She stepped away with a groan, looking up into Josh’s eyes. “Are you sure, babe?”
He nodded and turned her to face Buzz, helped her straddle the leather-clad legs so she was sitting across them like Josh had. She didn’t realize he’d come down with her until she felt his hips snug up against hers, his cock pressing along her ass. “I’m sure,” he whispered into her ear, breath moist and hot where it flowed over her skin.
Moaning softly, she leaned back against him, head tilted to give him access to her throat. Josh nipped and bit at her neck, tongue hot as it traced the veins just beneath the surface of her skin. She could feel Buzz’s eyes on her and she met his gaze. The heat there made her feel sexy and wanton.
Josh’s arm slid around her, hand hot on her belly. Then he was bending her forward and she opened her mouth just as her and Buzz’s lips met. Just as he had with Josh, Buzz took control of their kiss and it was nothing like the sickly sweet blue tinged kiss behind the Tilt-A-Whirl. No, this kiss was all grown up. This kiss made more moisture flood between her legs. Her panties were soaked.
Buzz tasted like the grape of his lipstick and the smoke of his cigarettes. He tasted like whiskey and lollipops, and he tasted like Josh. She broke from the kiss with a gasp, looking into Buzz’s dark brown eyes. He gave her a knowing, cocky smile, just like the one all those years ago. Only this time he deserved that look
- he had her all hot and bothered this time. He had her wanting more.
If Josh hadn’t been snuggled up behind her, she would have backed off. She would have gotten up and left before this could get out of hand. Because it so could get out of hand -- she could feel that, from the way her toes were still curled from that kiss, to the way she was panting for every breath like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.
“I...” She didn’t know what to say. Josh pushed her forward, hips pressing against hers, moving her until she was rubbing against Buzz, his cock hard beneath the black leather he was encased in. Josh’s free hand moved to cup her breast, holding the weight of it, massaging gently. Then he flicked at her nipple with his thumb, finding it unerringly beneath her bra, and she jerked, moaned. Her hips rolled and she rubbed first against Buzz’s erection and then back against Josh’s.
Oh, God, they were both so hot and she was burning up in between them. As she watched, Buzz reached for her other breast, fingers sliding across the swell of it and then down to pinch her swollen nipple through her blouse and bra. It had her jerking again. It had her leaning forward and begging another kiss.
He gave it to her, his tongue slipping into her mouth, his hips taking up the rhythm, Josh’s matching them from behind.
A low, needy moan left her throat as Buzz ended the kiss. Leaning in, he began to kiss and lick her neck as Josh continued his assault on the other side. It was hot and sexy and distracting and before she knew it, they broke away from her skin to pull her blouse up over her head.
Their hands descended on her skin, fingertips brushing her ribs just beneath the curve of her breast, her navel, the skin just above her waistband. Then Josh undid her bra, her breasts spilling out of it. Josh held them in his hands, offering them to Buzz. With a groan, Buzz wrapped his lips around her right nipple, sucking strongly. It went straight to her cunt, each pull making her wetter, making her want.
Buzz’s fingers began to tug at the fasteners on her pants and she stopped him. “No fair. You’re both still fully dressed.” She managed to get the words out, but they were low and husky and they gave away how very turned on she was.
“We should do something about that, then.” Buzz held her gaze as he reached for his waistband and tugged his shirt up over his head. Buzz was pale and slender, with little pink nipples and a thin trail of dark hair on his stomach leading into his waistband.
“Glory trail,” whispered Josh, proving he was paying attention, too.
Reaching out, Josh traced the trail, fingers continuing once they hit the leather, stroking over Buzz’s cock and making him buck and moan.
Callie leaned back, the silk of Josh’s tie a cool line down her back. “You, too, Josh.”
Buzz reached past her, fingers warm against her back as he undid the buttons of Josh’s shirt. A moment later Josh pushed up against her again, hot skin broken by that long, cool line of silk tie. She squirmed, pressed between them, their skin like hot silk against her. Her nipples rubbed against Buzz’s chest, the rubbing a tease. Then Buzz and Josh each took a breast, their fingers finding her nipples. Josh’s touches were gentler, Buzz’s rougher as they pinched and twisted.
When their fingers met on the zipper of her jeans it was like they’d planned it, a coordinated attack on her senses. That didn’t stop her from helping them, though, shifting and lifting up, making it easier for Buzz to push them off her hips and for Josh to tug them down and off.
Josh pushed her up against Buzz again, shifted her so she rubbed against the crotch of Bu
zz’s pants, the heat of his cock warming the leather. It was kinky as hell and twice as sexy. Landing on her hips, Josh’s hands guided her, kept her moving so that her clit rubbed up and down, the leather catching her just right. Then all of a sudden Josh’s prick was right there, pushing against her folds as her husband tilted her forward.
Josh!” His name echoed through the room as he slid inside her, her clit still dragging over Buzz’s crotch.
“God, you’re wet, Callie.” Josh mouthed her shoulder, her neck, his teeth threatening her skin. One of Buzz’s fingers slid down her body at Josh’s words, pushing into her along with Josh’s cock. They fucked her like that, mouths on her neck, both of them inside her, rubbing and stroking and thrusting.
She held onto Buzz’s shoulders, the sound of Josh’s hips hitting her ass almost drowning out her breathless panting and soft gasps.
“Come on,” muttered Buzz. “Let me see what you look like when you come.” Josh thrust a few more times, Buzz slipping a second finger inside her and her whole body went tight, squeezing cock and fingers tight. The pleasure went through her in waves, each one a little weaker than the last until she collapsed against Buzz, her body lax, her neck tingling.
Josh was still hard inside her as Buzz’s fingers slid out, the rock star whispering in her ear. “I want to fuck Josh while you watch.”
She shuddered at the words, squeezing Josh tight. “Yes.”
“What are you two up to?” Josh asked and she laughed. He had a right to be suspicious.
“Did you every wish Billy Solomon did more than kiss you?”
His blush was answer enough. She let them move her to the couch where she sprawled decadently, the leather cold, but soon warming with her skin, reminding her of what she’d just been doing, how the leather Buzz wore had been hot from his cock. It had her moaning.
Without fanfare Buzz undressed Josh and leaned him over the chair. She guessed they were both too hot to take it slowly. There was something sexy in seeing her husband bent over like that and suddenly she wanted a strap-on, she wanted to do to him what Buzz was doing. For now she contented herself with watching, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t imagine being there with them, filling Josh as Josh filled Buzz.
Her moan had them both looking her way, so she got to see Josh’s eyes as Buzz’s fingers pushed into him, getting him wet and stretched, getting him ready for Buzz’s cock. It was Josh’s moan that filled the room when Buzz switched fingers for cock, sliding on a condom and then pushing slowly into Josh’s body.
They were stunning together, pushing and pulling, Josh moving into each thrust. She could see Josh’s cock, hard and leaking as it slapped up against his belly. Groaning, she crawled over to the chair and leaned over the arm, taking Josh’s cock into her mouth. The length and breadth of it were familiar in her mouth, but the urgent way it shoved between her lips as Buzz fucked Josh wasn’t.
She sucked and tongued the hot flesh, enjoying the urgent way it pushed in and out of her mouth. It was like both Josh and Buzz were fucking her mouth at the same time. Josh suddenly cried out, his cock throbbing on her tongue. She closed her lips tighter around Josh’s prick, drinking him down when he came in several long pulses, Buzz still moving inside him.
A moment later Buzz’s cry rang out and everything stilled.
Then they all collapsed onto the large chair, curled together in a pile of limbs. Her lips found Josh’s, and then Buzz’s, the three of them kissing lazily.
The first three-way kiss she ever had was with Billy Solomon and Joshua Driver. She wasn’t going to wait two years to make them do it again.
***
The bell over the door tinkled cheerily, Jeffrey hurrying in and beginning his usual apology and litany of excuses for being late, like always. As he started on his patter, Callie waved it off.
“You’re here now.” Jeffrey snorted. “I am. Usually doesn’t make a difference, though, to the fact that it’s after five and the lecture I get. Someone must have gotten laid.” His wink was exaggerated, his eyes twinkling merrily at her.
She knew he was joking, but she couldn’t help the blush that rose up over her skin, or the way her fingers moved to her neck, to the dark mark left there on the right side by her husband.
“Oh ho! You did! Looks like the hubby got a little wild, too.” His words had her blush deepening.
“You just take your deliveries and go, old man.”
“You should do it more often, honey. It’s a very good look on you.”
She shook her head as he laughed and tipped his hat at her. Then he grabbed the pallet of flowers and tugged it out the door, the tinkling fading slowly.
She locked the door behind him, her fingers sliding over to the other side of her neck, feeling the heat of the mark left by Buzz. In the back room she stood in front of the little mirror and spread open her collar, the two marks dark and shocking against her skin, one on either side of her neck. Jeffrey was right. It was a good look on her.
Marked By BA Tortuga
"Gimme a beer, man." Troy had a fucking headache that wouldn't quit, his shirt tight across his shoulders, itching his skin. Something was fucking up. He didn't know what and he didn't know for sure if he gave a shit, but his motherfucking spidey-senses were tingling. If he ever got his hands on Jo again, he was going to rip her pretty little head off her body and shit down her neck.
"Here you go." The bartender gave him a draft, doing a sleight of hand thing with the twenty that would have been impressive if his eye wasn't faster than the guy's hand.
Someone sat next to him, a deep sigh dragging out of a wide chest. "Whiskey."
He drank deep, the beer not truly quenching his thirst.
"That helping any?" The guy next to him seemed determined to chat, damn it.
"Not a bit. Yours?" He turned to meet the guy's eyes, swelling up a little, just in case this way trouble looking for a place to happen.
"Nope. It's not doing what I need, for sure." The guy had bright green eyes, and blond hair sticking out from under a gimme cap.
Troy grinned, shrugged. "Sometimes the answers ain't in a bottle, huh?" "No, sometimes you have to use a shovel." That sounded almost contemplative. Not Zen, but not angry. Just flat. Of course, that tickled his ass and he got to laughing, head thrown back and everything.
The guy laughed with him, toasting him with the little shot of whiskey before tossing it back. Damn, but they were a pair. 'Course, maybe it wasn't so funny, by the way the guy was staring at him, now.
"I got something on my chin, man?" "No. On your neck." The guy was kind of glaring now. Really.
"It's just ink. A gift from an old girlfriend." Bitch.
"Uh-huh. Red hair? Bright Irish eyes?"
Troy’s eyes went wide. "Uh-huh."
"Yeah." The guy pulled down the collar of his black jacket, showing off a lipstick tattoo on his neck. "I might know her."
"Jesus fuck." His hand went up to his throat, fingers tracing the little bite mark scars she'd left him with.
"Jesus has nothing to do with Jo, man. Trust me." Those well-shaped lips twisted, leaving Troy no doubt that they were talking about the same girl.
"Yeah, I hear you. She's pure evil. Pure evil and addictive as crack."
"Yeah." The guy sighed again, holding out a hand. "Law."
"Troy. You got some shit luck, man." He took that hand, shook. Both of them grinned at each other like idiots.
"So did you. It was worth it, though, huh?"
"Maybe. Some days. I guess."
"Yeah." They sat there for a bit, both of them shaking their heads, kinda jonesing on their shared misery.
"You want another?" He nodded toward the shot glass.
"You know, I think I do." Law shoved the glass toward the bartender. "Another for both of us, man."
Troy nodded, eyes caught by Law's ink. She'd turned his happy ass inside out.
"So. When did she dump you, man? Tell me it wasn't in the last, oh, six months."
"Shit
. Was January six months ago?"
"Four." Law grimaced, shaking his head, the flash of bright white teeth almost blinding. "Goddamn."
"Well, then." Fuck, he felt like more of an idiot now than he had then, and he'd felt pretty fucking idiotic.
"Uh-huh. Fuck a doodle." Well, at least he wasn't alone in his misery.
"No shit." He downed another one, wishing it would go to his head.
"You know, this isn't doing it for me. We need something. Maybe something with red sauce." Law gave him a sideways look, the meaning crystal clear.
"Yeah. Yeah, I could use some protein, man." His cock jerked, his fangs poking at his teeth.
"Well, come on, then. I haven't had someone to, uh, go out to eat with in a bit." Winking, Law tossed a twenty at the bartender and slid off his stool.
Dude. Look at that ass.
Man, he so needed to get laid.
Troy followed, doing his best not to snarl at anyone getting in his way. Now that eating was an option, he was all about the hunt. They moved silently out into the night, spreading apart about six feet, doing the classic dragnet sort of thing. It was weird, but he felt oddly connected to the man, in tune. There was a pretty little boy -- beer dangling from two fingers, hair perfectly coiffed, jeans artfully ripped. His nostrils flared, the healthy smell almost like barbeque. Law gave him a sideways glance and a nod. That would do nicely as a starter.
He sauntered over, hips leading, letting himself want, knowing the kid's body would respond. It worked like a charm, the kid's eyes widening, the stare hot as fire. Nice. Law closed in behind, silent as smoke.
"Mmm. Hey, pretty boy..." He stepped close, humming softly. Here, kitty kitty.
"Hey." The kid moved right into his space, nostrils flaring.
He nodded, hand on the lean waist. "Gonna make you fly, now. C'mere..."
"I like to fly." It was perfect, the way the kid leaned against him, offering up a long, pale neck. They stepped into the shadows, Troy taking the kid's lips, letting Law have the first nibble. The kid moaned into his mouth, body bucking, and he knew Law had taken the bite. Hell, he remembered how that felt, the slow glide of fangs into flesh, the incredible tingle that spread through his whole body. He focused on making it good, making the kiss wild and hot and shit, getting the kid's blood flowing. Law pressed against the guy from behind, pushing them together, and it was hot as all hell, the strength he could feel there, the barely leashed... something. Rage? Need?