“Shhh, Steph. It’s almost dark. They can’t see anything we don’t want them to and I want to play.” He nipped at her ear. “To give Zeb an idea of how it is with us.” His mouth left her ear. “Would you like that, Zeb, to see how I drive her crazy with my fingers? To smell how wet she gets for us?”
“Fuck, yeah…Sir.” Zeb groaned, his teeth lightly nipping at her inner thigh. “Please, Ma’am?” When he looked up at her, with need glittering in his eyes in fading light, she gave in.
“Oh, hell…just don’t make me scream, Master.”
Nicky chuckled against her shoulder, as his hand cupped her mound. “Now would I do that?”
“In a hot New York minute, Master.” She turned her head and buried her gasp against Nicky’s shoulder as he found her hard nub with a fingertip. He pressed against it, rocking it back and forth sending waves of pleasure through her lower groin. “Shit…” She bit down on the cloth of his t-shirt as he continued to talk to Zeb.
“She loves it when I play with her clit. I could make her come from just a few rubs. But do you know what makes her really go off, Zeb?”
“No, Sir….please tell me.” Zeb’s need was obvious as his hands tightened on her thighs.
“A hot wet tongue or two fingers shoved inside her to stimulate her g-spot.”
She groaned and wanted to pinch Nicky as he spilled her secrets, telling Zeb how wild she got when he went down on her.
“…she even has this fantasy of having her sub lick her little pussy while I fuck her.”
“Oh, damn…” Zeb’s breath grew closer to the apex of her thighs as her Master’s fingers rounded her opening. “…that’s so fuckin’ hot, Ma’am.”
Turning her face to make eye contact with Zeb, she gritted her teeth. “Would you like to be the one doing it? Being my submissive and knowing you can only lick me while my Master, or rather our Master, fucks me?
“Oh, yes, Ma’am.” He licked his lips, as if he were already savoring her flavor.
“Give me your hand, Zeb.” Nicky’s voice rumbled under her ear as Zeb obeyed, lifting his arm off one of her thighs.
“Would you lick his cock at…the same time…” She gritted out the question as Nicky guided two of Zeb’s fingers to her entrance.
“Right here.” Nicky slowly slid two of Zeb’s fingers inside of her. “Hook them like you’re motioning for someone to come to you.” She groaned as his fingers returned to her aching, throbbing clit, and almost missed Zeb’s answer.
“Yes, ma’am. In a heartbeat. Almost as much as I’d love to feel Sir’s cock in my ass while you ride my tongue.” Zeb sounded tortured, his fingers wiggling inside her, forcing her higher.
Reaching down, she fumbled with the zipper on Nicky’s pants. She wasn’t going to be the only one going crazy here. He hissed as she pulled on him, freeing him from the restrictive cloth. Running her hand up and down his long, hard shaft, she bit at his chest through his shirt.
“Fuck.” Nicky groaned against the top of her head, even as he bucked up into her hand. “You two are gonna be the death of me. I’m gonna die of unadulterated pleasure…”
“Faster, Zeb…” she whispered as she slid closer to the edge.
“Not yet, cara mia. You’ll wait for me.” Her master hissed, rubbing her clit faster.
“I….” She tossed her head back as the orgasm crashed over her. Moments later, she felt the warm of Nicky’s seed as he spurted all over her hand.
“Damn, you taste sweet.” Zeb’s voice was rueful as she came back to find Nicky laying on his back on the dock, with his legs dangling over the edge, and Zeb, still in the water, holding onto one of her thighs. She chuckled as she watched him lick his fingers.
“I do?”
He nodded, picking up the hand she’d used to pleasure their master. “May I, Ma’am?”
She froze for a moment. “You realize my hand is covered in…”
“Sir’s seed.” His eyes darkened. “Yes, Ma’am. Let me clean you. Please?”
“Ah…okay.” She watched in fascination as he did as he’d requested. He lapped up every stray drop of Master’s pleasure from her palm and fingers until she was breathless with desire once again. Then he reverently set it on her lap. “Now if Sir and Ma’am don’t mind, I’d like to get out of the water, and go change my clothing before the demonstration.”
Nicky slowly sat up, looking like he’d been wiped out by an express train. In the distance they heard the sound of a bell ringing, indicating the demonstrations would be starting shortly. “Of course. But don’t masturbate. I want to see your face the next time you come.”
A sheepish smile crossed Zeb’s face. “Sorry to disappoint you, Sir. I already came. Hearing and watching you both come got me so hot I came with you.”
Nicky groaned and laid back. “You’re gonna drive me crazy. Could we ask for a more perfect sub?” He threw an arm over his face. “Go change before I bend you over the dock and take more than you’re ready to give, il mio colibrì.”
Zeb chuckled, and there was a splash as he swam to shore. The moment after he disappeared up the bank, his form outlined by the glow from Chinese lanterns hanging from the deck, Steph found herself hauled on top of her master, his once-again hard cock pushing inside of her. “Master?” She gasped, sinking down on him.
“Shh….gotta fuck…it’ll be fast…Zeb coming so…damned hot.” He gritted his teeth, his hips lifting up off the dock. Locking her fingers around his shoulders, she moaned her agreement, pleasure swamping her once more.
Chapter Thirteen
Pulling up next to the silver SUV Steph drove, Zebadiah shut off the engine. In the distance he could see a beautiful cedar sided home with a wrap-around porch. Hanging from the support beams were pots of flowers and what looked like herbs. Definitely Steph’s touch. His body stirred at the thought. He could clearly remember catching a glimpse in the fading light of Steph’s hand on Nicky’s cock. He stifled his groan by taking a sip out of the plastic cup filled with ice and soda.
It’d been nearly a week since his explosive encounter with Nicky and Steph by the pond. But the way his body reacted at even the mere thought, you’d have thought it’d only happened this morning. Instead he tried to focus on today’s outing. He’d been looking forward to it, and hoped the couple would enjoy it as much as he did. It’d be the first time he’d seen them since walking them out to their car after watching only a few of the demonstrations. Since then he’d spoken with the couple on the phone but that was it. Nicky had a very set routine it seemed when it came to his writing, and Steph guarded it like a junk-yard dog. Not that he blamed her. He was as anxious to read the next book from N.A. Tarquinio as the rest of Nicky’s fans were. So he contented himself with the hour or so every night when he spoke to them on the phone, and counted the days until their outing.
Speaking of which, if I don’t get my ass in gear, we’ll be late. Pocketing the keys, he got out of the SUV, absently rubbing his knee. Along with the damp change in the weather, the SUV was a stick shift, and his leg was throbbing a bit from the activity. His little Honda was an automatic and didn’t bother his knee as much, but with Nicky being nearly as tall and broad as Davis, there would be no way Nicky would fit comfortably in his much smaller car. Not to mention Zeb had needed extra space in the back for the picnic basket full of goodies he’d packed. He was just thankful Davis hadn’t needed his personal vehicle today, and hadn’t minded lending it to him.
Making his way up the stone path, Zeb walked out the stiffness in his knee. By the time he climbed the steps he was barely limping. Raising his hand to knock on the screen door, he was surprised when Steph appeared in the open entrance. As usual she was dressed casually in a pair of shorts and a tank.
“Hey, Sexy, I see you found us.” She pushed open the door and stepped out on the porch to hug him. He inhaled sharply as his knee protested when she tugged him up against her. “Damn, I’ve missed you.” She pulled back at his sound. “Did I hurt you?”
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��Naw, just the knee giving me fits today. The storm we got early this morning played havoc with it.” He smiled up at her. “Are you ready for our outing?”
“Almost.” She ushered him into the cool interior of the home. “If I can just get Nicky to come out of his lair. Some new idea grabbed him by the balls this morning and he’s barely come up for air, let alone to eat.”
“Really? If our outing is going to interrupt his work, we can reschedule.” Even as he offered, he hoped she wouldn’t take him up on it. He was as bad as an addict – ‘jonesing’ for another dose of Steph and Nicky until Davis had shoved him out the door this morning with explicit instructions - not to come back home ‘til he’d spent at least a couple of hours with them.
“Not a chance.” She looped her arm through his, taking the opportunity to touch him. Under her fingertips, his skin tingled. “Nicky will never forgive me if I let you get away after luring you this close to our lair.” She led him down a hall towards the back of the house. “Why don’t you go see if you can tempt him into coming out to play?” She nudged him and pointed to the last door on the left. “While you’re doing that, I’ve got some last minute calls to make before we’re yours for the day.”
Then she moved away from him, leaving him to glance nervously at the door. Dare he interrupt Nicky? What if the man got upset? Zeb had no idea how to deal with Nicholaus, the author. When he continued to stare at the closed door in trepidation, she sighed and lifted his chin with a finger. “Don’t worry too much.” Brushing a kiss across his lips, she smiled at him. “He doesn’t bite. At least not hard.” She pulled back and lightly, playfully swatted him on the ass. “Now get a move on. I’m curious to see this surprise you planned.”
“All right, all right, I’m going. No need to get rough.” He pretended to pout as he rubbed the spot where she’d swatted him.
“Hmmm, is that an inquisitive sub looking for further attention from his Ma’am?” She placed a hand on her hip, her face a mask of contemplation.
“Ah…no, Ma’am. I’ll just go see what Sir is doing.” He slipped into the role of a submissive without thinking, scrambling up to the closed door. As he eased it open and slipped inside the room, he could hear her fading laughter. It brought a smile to his face. He’d actually made her laugh. A sense of accomplishment washed over him as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. Situated between the hall and what Steph had told them was their bedroom, the office had no exterior windows, but instead relied upon artificial illumination for its light source. And at the moment the only light turned on in here is the small desk lamp on one of the biggest damned desks I’ve ever seen. But not nearly as big as the man sitting behind it, clacking away at a computer keyboard.
Zeb took a moment to watch Nicky, fascinated at seeing another side of his friend, and perhaps soon to be Master. The man was humming softly as he typed, pausing once in awhile to check something on the old-fashioned steno pad at his elbow. It wasn’t until Zeb got close that he noticed the thin wires running from the man’s ears. Bright pink -they were connected to the mini mp3 clipped to Nicky’s shirt. Zeb pressed his hand to mouth to keep from laughing as the man started singing “Material Girl” in a deep baritone while his fingers flew over the keys. Was he actually seeing a six foot four, nearly three hundred pound Dom sitting at a desk with pink headphones and singing a bubble gum song from the late 80s?
“You know, il mio colibrì, it isn’t polite to laugh at the man you want to take out on a date.” Nicky looked up from the computer and pulled his ear buds from his ears. “He may just decide he wants to stay home and find….other ways to keep you entertained.”
Nicky pushed back from his desk, standing and stretching. Zeb’s breath caught as he watched Nicky’s body ripple. That was until he caught sight of the loud Bermuda shorts the other man was wearing. They clashed horribly with the burnt orange t-shirt he had on. Across Nicky’s thick chest was a graphic lamenting about how his imaginary friends had quit talking to him. Zeb’s lips quirked and then he lost it. Laughing so hard he thought he was going to piss his pants, he was barely aware of Nicky crossing his arms over his chest and gazing at him as if he’d grown another head.
It wasn’t until Nicky, obviously fed up with his humor, crossed the room to lift him clean off his feet with one arm around his waist, did Zeb’s laughter die. As he looked directly into Nicky’s alert amber eyes, the sexual tension he normally felt around the other man flared to life. Wetting his suddenly dry lips with his tongue, he finally managed to greet the other man. “Ah…Ma’am sent me in here…”
“Did she now?” The words rumbled against the hand Zeb had pressed against Nicky’s chest.
“Yeah. Told me she had a few calls to make before we left.” Squirming, he tried to slip free of the grasp Nicky had on him.
Nicky narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, continuing to hold Zeb with ease. The idea the other man could lift him, without even breaking a sweat, was a pure aphoristic for Zeb. With the strength Nicky possessed, the things he could do to him in a scene made Zeb rock hard and ready to beg the man to carry him into the adjoining bedroom and fuck him until he was a limp rag from all the orgasms Nicky forced from him. And if Steph wanted to watch, all the better.
“Ah, can you put me down?” he finally asked, when his squirming accomplished nothing more than a swat from Nicky’s palm on the opposite cheek Ma’am had tapped him earlier. He groaned inwardly. These two were going to be the death of him. They were going to drive him out of his mind with lust until he was a sobbing ball of need and they took pity on him.
“Nope.” A slow grin crossed Nicky’s face. “Since you decided to breach my lair, you get to pay the price.”
“The price?” Zeb squeaked and grimaced at the un-masculine sound while Nicky carried him back to the desk. “But Ma’am told me you wouldn’t bite.”
Lust flared in Sir’s eyes. “And I won’t…unless you ask me to.” Sinking into the chair, Nicky arranged Zeb in the position he wanted. Before Zeb even had a chance to protest, he found himself draped across Nicky’s lap, facing the man with his legs kneeling on either side of the other man’s hips. It was a tight squeeze, and put both of their cocks in very close proximity. Zeb wanted to wiggle something fierce, but the look on Nicky’s face had him captivated and completely still. It was a combination of lust and tenderness that knocked Zeb completely off balance.
“Sir?” His barely audible question passed his lips before he could stop it.
“Hmmm?” Sir’s amber eyes glittering with need, he slowly tugged on him until his nose touched Zeb’s.
The mingling of their breaths was erotic as hell to Zeb, but at the same time had him lightheaded with the desire to press his lips to Sir’s. Placing his hands on the wide shoulders to keep his balance, Zeb found himself perched on the edge of stealing a kiss instead of waiting for it. Mesmerized by Nicky, he swayed forward until their lips were only separated by mere centimeters.
It wasn’t ‘til he heard the door open and Steph’s surprised gasp, that he realized what he was doing and jerked back. “What…sorry…I…”
He didn’t get the time to finish his apology, before Nicky’s hand speared through his hair and sealed their mouths together. He moaned softly when he felt the brush of Nicky’s stubble against his smoothly shaved cheeks. His fingers tightened on Sir’s shoulders, clinging to the man as Nicky deepened the kiss, his tongue delving in to tangle with Zeb’s. Desire exploded through him while the taste of his Sir filled his mouth. The sweet flavor of butterscotch disks and sweet tea, along with Sir’s unique taste, had Zeb writhing against him.
Passion fogged Zeb’s brain as he rubbed his cock against the hard bulge under him. It wasn’t until Sir’s hands cupped his ass and directed his movements, sending a flare of pain through his knee, did reality intrude. Tearing his mouth away, he hissed at the pain, burying his face in Nicky’s shoulder as his knee began to spasm. “Son of bitch…” he gritted out between his teeth, one hand moving down
to grab at the twitching muscle. Unfortunately, because of his awkward position straddling Nicky, he was only able to make it worse.
“Zeb?” Nicky’s confusion was evident.
“Shit, it’s his knee, Nicky. Stand up.” Steph was suddenly there, closer than Zeb expected. “He said it was bothering him earlier.”
“Fuck…” Self-contempt radiated off his Sir. “…and stupid ass I am, set him on his knees.”
“You…you…didn’t….know…” Zeb felt the need to reassure the man, even as fresh agony coursed up his leg when Nicky suddenly stood. Holding him effortlessly, Nicky kept him still as Steph dropped to her knees next to them, her hands seeking out his tender knee. Burying his whimper in Nicky’s hideous t-shirt, he let Steph slowly straighten his leg, her fingers sure but gentle.
“Shhh…relax for me, Zeb. I know it hurts.” She kept up a quiet litany of reassurance as she fought the spasm, massaging the muscles hard. Tears streamed down his face while she worked. He swore it was worse than the last time he’d gotten a Charley horse because Allison had made him kneel too long.
By the time the spasm finally eased, Zeb clung limply to Nicky, his earlier desire gone, but still taking comfort in the strong arms holding him. “Sorry, Sir.” He loosened his hold on Nicky’s shoulders. “It’s over. I’m sorry you had to see this.” But instead of releasing him as he’d expected, Nicky sank back into his chair, this time with Zeb’s back pressed against his chest. Then he scooted the chair close enough so Zeb’s leg could easily be propped on the edge of the desk.
“Nonsense, things like this happen, especially when your Dom is more concerned about kissing you than worrying about your knee.” He pressed a kiss against the crown of Zeb’s head. “Steph, why don’t you grab one of our pillows? We’ll prop it up for a bit and see if that helps. Or maybe some ice?”
“Of course. Good idea.” She darted out of the room, and headed for the bedroom. By the time she’d returned with a thick, fluffy pillow and a bottle of ibuprofen, Nicky was holding his leg carefully, cradling Zeb’s throbbing knee with gentle hands. A sigh of relief passed his lips as Steph shoved the pillow under it. “Okay, keep it elevated, take a couple of these...” She handed him the pills. “…and I’ll see about an ice pack.”
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