“You…you were?” A guttural sound teased his ear. “I bet she has good hands…”
“Yeah, the best.” He shifted against the bed, lifting slightly into her mouth. Damned if she wasn’t uniquely talented with her tongue…
“I thought so…she seemed to have…a deft touch…when she rubbed my….ah….knee…”
Something about the way he spoke drew Nicky’s attention away from Steph’s mouth. Placing his hand on her head, he motioned for her to stop. She paused, her eyes narrowing. Covering the phone, he whispered “Zeb sounds a bit shaky, raspy, aroused even. You think he might be jacking off?”
Her eyes widened, then she hummed against him, and he groaned deep in his throat as the vibration skated up his spine.
“Take it easy on me…” He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, as she did the opposite, her tongue flicking over his slit. “..ah…and I’ll find out.” Uncovering the mouthpiece, he gave a long “Mmmm-hmmm. She has wonderful hands. She always knows exactly where to rub and how….hard.”
Listening intently as Zeb’s breathing sped up, Nicky inhaled sharply as Steph teased his balls with her nails.
“I can see her doing it. She likes to take care of you…” Zeb gasped. “Just like Sonja did for Thane - after he took on the Saravajo family for her.”
Breathing through his nose as Steph sped up her motions, Nicky tried to focus on the conversation, and not how Zeb was panting or what he might be doing. So when Zeb mentioned the characters from his book, he was taken back. Especially when the other man was referring to a scene which had a massage turning into a steamy romp between the main characters. “Exactly like that. I hadn’t realized you’d read it. It just came out…”
“I…I down…loaded…it to my Kindle last week…parts of it were really hot…” Zeb seemed to be panting and the inner Dom inside of Nicky emerged - demanding he take control, especially when Steph teased the entrance of his ass with a fingernail. He could no sooner stop the words flowing out of his mouth than he could stop the waves from hitting the shore.
“Slow down, Steph.…I don’t want to come too fast.” The command was more a growl than anything, as Steph ignored him and pressed inside of him, her finger coated with something slick, more than likely her own cream, if the wiggling of her hips against her free hand were any indication. His nerve endings tingled and the little minx made a clearly audible moan, her head bobbing up and down fast on him. Fighting his own release, he buried a hand in Steph’s hair. “I said slow down, or I’m taking it away.” His chest heaved and he nearly spilled, when Zeb’s tentative voice filled his ear.
“Ah….should I let…you two go?”
He let out a sigh of relief, as Steph paused long enough to ask him to place the phone on speaker, so she could hear. Flicking the button on the phone, he set it down on the bed between them before answering Zeb’s question as Steph trailed her mouth over the sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs. “No, I can multi-task, unless you’re uncomfortable with the idea of Steph blowing me while…we talk?”
“No…” A squeak filled the air. “I mean…if Steph…doesn’t mind…”
Looking down his body, he chuckled when she rolled her eyes. “Somehow I don’t think she’s going to object.” He hissed as she sucked on him ‘til her cheeks hollowed.
“Ah….maybe this isn’t a good…idea…” Zeb panted. “I…”
Narrowing his eyes, Nicholaus stared down at the phone. “Something tells me I’m not the only one who’s multi-tasking…are you playing with your cock, Zeb?”
“I…no, I wouldn’t…do that with you…on the phone...” There was a rustling sound, as if the man was jerking on some clothing or something.
“Shhh….” He closed his eyes and strove for control. “I wouldn’t blame you if you were. More than once I’ve stroked myself while we’ve talked. We’re human, even if we’ve made the choice to wait before taking our friendship further. I’m not about to lie to you. I find…” He gritted his teeth as Steph nipped the inside of his thigh to remind him of her presence. “…we find you attractive. We know you’re not ready to give over to us…yet.” He muffled the sound building in his chest, as Steph sucked one of his balls into her mouth “But it doesn’t mean we can’t….talk about our desires…or pleasures.”
There was a pause before Zeb finally spoke. “So does that mean if I asked you to describe what Steph’s doing, you wouldn’t get mad, or think I’m promising more? I get horny when we talk on the phone, but not enough to risk what we’ve started to build. I’ll wait if I have to.…”
“Fuck…” Nicholaus gasped at Zeb’s first admission of lust for them. Steph wasn’t helping either. She moaned around his sensitive ball sack before releasing him to speak.
“Why don’t you give Sexy some relief, Master? I’d love to hear it, knowing Zeb’s using your words to get off. Besides it’s been a while since we’ve done phone sex…”
Digging his hands into the bedding, he fought the urge to toss his smirking submissive onto the bed, and ride her hard until he released the load boiling in his balls. The only thing stopping him was the man on the phone. Even as much as he wanted to come, to make Steph scream her head off, he wanted Zeb to be with them. But the idea of il mio colibrì just listening and doing nothing didn’t sit well. His own personal code as a Dom stated that his submissives, even those who weren’t officially his yet, receive pleasure before he could take his own.
“Shit, the only way I’m doing this, il mio colibrì, is if you’re with us. If you’re just going to listen and not participate, I’m hanging up.”
A hoarse chuckle came across the line, just before Zeb blew him out of the water. “So, I wouldn’t be out of line if I told you I was laying naked on my bed at the moment, with my hand wrapped around the base of my cock to keep from coming?”
He couldn’t help it, Nicky growled deep in his chest. “Don’t you dare come without my permission, Zebadiah.”
“I…wouldn’t dream of it….but please tell...me…what Steph…”
“…Steph’s doing?” Nicholaus grunted, as Steph sucked him back into her mouth. “The little minx just got done sucking on my balls … now she’s running her tongue up….and down…my shaft.” He buried a hand in her hair, guiding her. “Shit….her mouth is so hot…”
“Tell me more…Sir…I want to feel like I’m there, sitting at the end of bed watching both of you….”
Zeb’s words seemed to unlock something inside of Nicholaus. As Steph continued to orally worship him, he described in great detail what she was doing, what they were wearing, and even what he wanted to do to the other man if he was indeed with them. It wasn’t long before all three were on the verge of coming, him from Steph’s amazing mouth, Steph from the hand he was using to finger fuck her, and Zeb from his own administrations. But Nicky was just sadistic enough to stop them each time they came close to falling over the edge.
“Please, can I come…” Zeb pleaded again
“Shhhh, it’ll be better if we wait…” he panted, watching as Steph, who was now kneeling beside him as she sucked him, continued to squirm and press back against his fingers. Even as he said the words, he knew the end was coming. His body was aching for release, and the tightening of her sheath around his fingers told him it wouldn’t take much more than a few strokes to send Steph over the edge.
“I….I…don’t think I…can…hold it anymore….gotta…come…” The sounds of Zeb’s impending release were clear. The wet sound of his fist flying up and down his cock, the breathy, harsh moans were raw and potent. The desperation in the other man’s voice was what had Nicholaus finally relenting. He wasn’t a cruel master…
“Come for us, Zebadiah. Let us hear your pleasure as I make Steph come.” Nicholaus rubbed his thumb over Steph’s hard clit, while pressing hard against her g-spot. With the way his hand was situated …two fingers inside while his thumb was on the outside, all he to do was squeeze the captured flesh between and she was coming, moaning a
round him.
His chest fell up and down rapidly as he skated on the edge. One down and one to go. “Can you hear her coming, il mio colibrì? Her little pussy is clenching hard on my fingers…”
“Shit….son of a bitch! I’m coming…” Zeb’s bellow as he came was all it took.
“Ah fuck…gonna come…” Nicholaus arched up as she lashed at the head of his dick with her tongue, his release exploding into her waiting mouth. Pleasure sharp and brutal washed over him, until it left him trembling on the bed like a wrung-out dishrag.
“Damn…” The raspy tone from the phone had him smiling.
“Yeah…no shit.” He threw his free arm over his eyes. “Wow…you okay, Zeb?”
“Fuck yeah….I’m ready to melt into the bed.” The sleepy tone didn’t surprise Nicholaus. He was ready for nap himself, but unfortunately he had a dinner party to go to in…he glanced at the clock on the wall…less than thirty minutes.
“Why don’t you catch a few Zs, and we’ll call again later tonight after the dinner, if you want?”
“Mmm…‘kay…later…”
Curling up next to him, Steph laid her head on his chest as the sound of the phone disconnecting filled the room. Fumbling with the phone next to him, he managed to shut it off as she pressed a kiss to his shirt-covered torso. “Damn, Master, if that’s how hot phone sex with him is, we’re gonna combust when we actually get him in our bed.”
“Probably…” he muttered, wrapping his arm around her. “But it’ll be when he’s ready, not before.”
She nodded. “I know….the waiting’s gonna suck though.”
He chuckled. Yep, it was gonna suck, but he had a feeling being with Zeb would more than make up for their waiting.
Chapter Ten
“Babe, can you grab the door for me?” Steph hollered as she stomped up the steps of the porch. As usual she had several bags of groceries hanging off each arm. She hated making the long trek up the walk more than once, so she always carried as much as she could handle, as a result she never had a free hand to open the door.
“Cara mia, how many times have I told you I’ll be more than happy to help you bring in the groceries?” Nicky appeared behind the screen door before pushing it open. Taking three plastic sacks and a gallon of milk from her, he held the door open as she brushed by him.
“Probably a thousand. But you were writing and I didn’t want to interrupt you. I usually can get the door open, but one of the bags slipped, and blocked my hand.” Hoisting her load up onto the table, she began to unpack the groceries as Nicky put away the gallon of milk. As she emptied the sacks onto the table, she’d realized she’d forgotten the sack of oranges she’d gotten from the market. “Crap. I left the oranges in the car…I knew I was forgetting something. Damn I wish I had more hands,” she muttered before turning to go back out to the car.
She yelped when his hand swatted her bottom. Spinning around she glared at him, rubbing her bottom. “Go ahead, try to protest, I dare you.” He arched a brow at her. When she wisely kept her mouth shut, he sighed. “You know why you got that, right?”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she grudgingly nodded. She’d ignored one of their new rules. Let him help bring the groceries in.
He moved closer. “I know you think I’m being a hard ass but…” He pulled her into his arms. “Call when you get here, so I can help you. I don’t want a repeat of what happened last time.”
Her cheeks flushed at the reminder of her spill just before they’d left for Vegas. “Aw, come on Nicky. Last time was a fluke. You had the weak step fixed, so there’s very little chance I’ll fall again.”
He leaned back, and raised a brow at her. “Do we need to go over the rules again, Steph?”
She shook her head. The last thing she wanted was to revisit the topic of the rules she’d agreed to when she’d accepted his collar, including the one about her personal safety when she wasn’t on the job. She knew them. “No, Sir. I’ll call next time.”
His palm squeezed her bottom. “You better.” He pressed a kiss to her nose before leaving the kitchen. A moment later the screen door slammed shut. Reaching for a box of pasta and several boxes of macaroni, she carried them to the pantry. By the time Nicky came back in with the oranges, she’d put away over half the groceries. In short order, they had the rest of them tucked away in their appropriate places.
Shutting the cupboard, she looked over her shoulder at him. “Want to sit outside with me for a while, Nicky? Or do you have another steamy scene just dying to be written?”
He gave her a wolfish grin. “Nope, got that done while you were at the market. Why don’t you pour us some tea, and I’ll grab my tablet and you can read it while we relax. It’s pure sex, promise.” He made an exaggerated X over his chest with his finger.
She chuckled. “Why not? If it’s as steamy as you say, then you can hose me off or toss me in the fountain to cool me off.”
He leered at her. “Now, why would I do that?”
“Horndog.” She lightly smacked him. “Go get your tablet and I’ll meet you outside.”
* * * *
Rearranging the ice filled cups and napkins around the pitcher of sweet tea on the wicker tray, Steph finally made room for the small petit-fours Nicky liked. She’d managed to hide them from her Master while putting the groceries away. He had a special weakness for the treat and she wanted to surprise him. If he’d have seen them, the entire box would’ve disappeared into his study never to been seen or heard from again.
“You almost ready, Steph?” Nicky’s voice came from the hallway.
“Yeah, just about.” She wedged several of the small cakes between the glasses and stood back. Finally satisfied with the presentation on the tray, she carefully lifted it and made her way to the sliding door. Nicky was waiting for her, his tablet in hand and her reading glasses hanging from the front of his t-shirt. She chuckled as they crossed the grass. Her Master thought of everything.
“Here you go.” He handed her the tablet and glasses after taking the tray from her and setting it on glass stand next to the glider.
Sinking into the welcoming cushions of the glider, she turned on the tablet and accepted the glass of tea he handed her. Taking a sip, she leaned back as he settled down next to her.
“Can’t believe you snuck these by me again.” He neatly bit the petit-four in half and polished it off in three smaller bites.
“Did you even taste it?” She took a sip of her drink, savoring the breeze against her face as she waited for the tablet to power up.
“Yep. Good shit.” He took a long drink of his tea. “I wonder if Zeb makes them…that reminds me. I spoke with him on the phone earlier while you were gone.”
Her breath caught in her throat before her pussy grew damp. All her master had to say was Zeb and phone in the same sentence, and she was right back in that hotel room, sucking her Master’s cock while he took both her and Zeb over the edge.
“You did?” she croaked, her hands tight around the electronic device.
He nodded, reaching for another cake. “It seems we’ve been invited over to Davis and Ethan’s for supper. I guess the guys are grilling out, because it’s the club’s second year anniversary, and they’re putting on some big shindig with the eats.”
She thoughtfully tapped her chin and forced her lustful thoughts on the back burner as she realized the call hadn’t been that kind of call. “Yeah, I remember hearing about it the last time we were at the club. Something about it being a barbecue followed by a night of special demonstrations at the club, including the one with Ethan and Bella.”
“That’s the one. I was thinking we might want to go.”
She set her tea down. “But didn’t we decide it was too soon after your last round of book tour dates?”
He leaned back and draped an arm over the back of glider. “We did, but that was before Zeb invited us.”
As his sub, one of her jobs was to make sure her master didn’t run himself ragged, as was hi
s tendency if she didn’t step in. She leaned her head against his shoulder before taking his hand in hers. “Well that was nice of him, but do you feel up to it? We just got back last night from Vegas. Do you need more downtime?”
He brought their joined hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “If you’re asking if I’m ready to do a full-on scene…no, but he did ask if we were coming - that we come early, because he wanted to talk to us privately beforehand.” He rubbed his thumb over the delicate bones in her hand. “I’ll admit his request has me intrigued.”
She chuckled. “I bet it does. I suppose there’s nothing that says we have to stay the entire night, is there? But it’s your choice, Nicky.” She peeked at him by tipping her head back.
He gazed down at her before pecking her on the nose. “Okay, I say we go. See what Zeb wants, and then have dinner. If it gets to be too much, we’ll duck out after the barbecue.”
“Works for me.” She glanced at her watch. “Do we have time for me to read this before we leave?”
“Mmmm-hmmm.” He nibbled on her ear. “We always have time for that.” He pulled her length ways across his lap, then unbuttoned her jeans. Delving inside, he nodded to the tablet. “Go ahead…read. I promise I won’t distract you….too much.” She stifled a groan as his fingers found her slippery folds, but turned her attention to the tablet and perched her reading glasses on her nose. Yep, her Master was evil.
* * * *
Nerves had Zebadiah’s palms sweating before he even tracked down Ethan and Davis in the kitchen. Standing at the counter side by side, they were attempting to assemble the meat tray for tonight, while Bella was at the sink washing what appeared to be fresh vegetables. Grabbing a large container of sour cream from the fridge, he set it down on the island and slipped between the men to snip some fresh dill from the pot hanging over the sink. Bella smiled at him as he stepped back.
“Making some of that delicious veggie dip of yours?”
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