Holiday Menage Boxed Set, Volume 1 (Books 1-3)

by Lolita Lopez

  Frank’s palm cracked her right ass cheek. A fiery prickle blossomed under his palm. She gasped at the unexpected sting. He smacked the same spot then quickly whacked her other cheek. She dragged in a deep breath as the overwhelming sensation of being spanked finally registered. Frank didn’t let up. His hand fell on her plump buttocks, back and forth and over and over again. “Ow! Oh! Oh! Ow!”

  Even though it hurt, she pushed back instead of scampering away from him. Frank growled appreciatively and continued to torment her with the steady blows. “Oh, baby, I wish you could see my handprint on your red ass.”

  She wished she could too. In her mind’s eye, she could see the stark white outline of his handprint on her scarlet bottom. Her breathing hitched as Frank switched to faster, lighter smacks, sometimes two on one cheek and three on the other. There was no rhythm to the spanking, no way to anticipate and brace for the next sharp whack.

  Tom fisted his cock in his big paw and stroked the ruddy length. A clear drop of fluid dripped down the underside of his shaft. She licked her lips, hungry for a taste of him. Tom scooted down a little and painted her lips with the head of his cock. “Suck me, Lexi.”

  She let some saliva pool on her tongue before wrapping her lips around his cockhead and pulling him into her mouth. Tom groaned low and heavy as she bobbed on just the top couple of inches of his cock. She twirled her tongue around the head and flicked it over the slit before sucking him between her lips again.

  It was so hard to concentrate on giving Tom pleasure while Frank tormented her with his hand. Her ass was on fire now. The pulsing burn set every nerve-ending below her waist on edge. She tingled and throbbed. Her clit was swelling with arousal. Honey dripped from her core. She wanted to be fucked again so badly.

  Frank swept his palm over her sore behind in a soothing motion. The switch from smack to caress felt so strange. The nerves there seemed to short-circuit. She moaned with surprise around Tom’s fat cock as Frank pressed his fingers into her pussy. The slick wetness seeping from deep inside her cunt eased the way. He stretched her and thrust his fingers in and out in a leisurely pace.

  She desperately wanted his fingertips on her clit but he seemed to want to torture her by coming always so close but never giving her the satisfaction. When he smeared her slippery cream on the rosebud between her cheeks, she tensed.

  “No, Lexi,” Frank said in that commanding voice that made her toes curl, “don’t fight me. Let me in your ass, honey.”

  She relaxed as a pair of fingers from his other hand penetrated her tight ring. When he started to move the fingers of both hands in and out of her ass and pussy, Lexi groaned. With Tom’s cock still in her mouth, the vibrations shook his shaft and made him growl.

  “Do that again,” he growled. She held his gaze as she took him deep into her throat, relaxing her jaw and accepting as much of that big, thick cock as possible, and then hummed. He made a guttural noise and clawed at the duvet. She could tell he was fighting the urge to pound into her mouth, to make her gag around his dick. It was a primal urge and one he slayed. “You’re killing me, sugar.”

  “Mmm-hmmm,” she hummed around his cock as she fondled his balls. He threw his head back. She smiled and swirled her tongue over the head of his cock. Frank’s fingers wiggled and stroked inside her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge but never giving her that extra little push she needed to go over.

  “Enough,” Tom said with a strangled moan. “I can’t take anymore.” He pulled out her mouth and inched away from her face. Frank took that as his cue to flip her over onto her back and smother her mouth in passionate kisses. She clung to him, holding onto his shoulders as he kissed her silly.

  Before she’d had her fill of his delicious kisses, Frank broke free from her mouth and motioned to Tom. Eyes wide and tummy wobbling, she allowed them to manhandle her, dragging her body up to the head of the bed. In a series of quick and skillful moves, Frank secured her wrists to the wrought iron scrolls of her headboard with two different scarves. He rigged the belt through the headboard and used two more scarves to hook her ankles to the belt.

  Legs in the air and arms overhead, Lexi was right and truly fucked. There was no wiggling out of this. Frank knew what he was doing. The bonds were tight enough to inspire a quiver of fear but not harm her ankles or wrists. She tried to acclimate to the wild feeling of being completely helpless. Her nipples were so hard they seemed to buzz. Her clit pulsed. She swallowed hard and tried not to hyperventilate with excitement.

  “Look at this pretty pussy,” Frank murmured. He petted her sex and penetrated her with two fingers. He pulled them out and swirled them over her clit. “And this asshole. It’s all mine.”

  “Frank!” She cried out his name as he pressed a pair of fingers inside her rosebud. When Tom sidled close to her and dropped his mouth to her exposed pussy, she almost died. His tongue slithered through her wet folds and fluttered over her clit as Frank finger-fucked her ass. “Oh, god. Oh, god!”

  “I prefer Frank,” he joked with a laugh. When he reached for a condom and the lubricant, she knew what was coming. Still, Tom didn’t abandon her clit. He changed his position, putting his feet closer to her head and draping his body over hers so he could attack her pussy from a different direction and still give Frank all the room he needed on the business end.

  When the tip of Frank’s sheathed and lubed cock pressed against her asshole, Lexi closed her eyes and welcomed him into her body. He slid inside a few inches then pulled back and slathered more lube on his erection before pushing back inside her ass. The decadent sensation of having her ass filled and stretched by Frank’s impressive cock and Tom’s tongue gliding over her clit was impossible to put into words.

  She was suddenly very glad for the bonds. They kept her grounded and in the moment. She wanted to feel every second of this delicious torture. Without the ability to move or pull away, she was forced to experience every frighteningly good second.

  Frank fucked her ass with wild abandon. She didn’t want it any other way. He slapped her inner thighs as he plowed her backside. Tom ate her pussy, his tongue fluttering over her clit until she panted and strained against her bonds. Any second now, she would explode.

  “Oh! Ah! Ah! Unnnnnhhhh!” A feral groan escaped her throat. Gripped in the throes of climax, she undulated atop the bed. The scarves and belt forced her thighs wide open and kept her from pulling away when it was too much. Tom attacked her clit and Frank pounded her ass. His fingertips bit into the plump flesh of her inner thighs. She was vaguely aware of him growling her name like a mantra. When he slammed deep and came, she experienced a second tremor of climax, this one smaller but just as sweet.

  Sweating and shaky, Frank pulled out of her. He planted gentle kisses to her inner thighs before switching spots with Tom. She shuddered and fought to regain her breath as Frank got rid of his condom and Tom opened a new package for himself.

  Frank snuggled up to her side and turned her face. He captured her lips in a sensual kiss. His tongue dipped inside and flicked the roof of her mouth. He sucked the tip of her tongue even as Tom rubbed his condom-covered cock up and down her pussy. When Tom thrust inside her cunt, she moaned into Frank’s mouth. Her pussy clenched at Tom’s shaft. The aftershocks of her orgasm with Frank still rocked her body. Tom took her slow and easy at first.

  “Love this pussy,” he said, his voice thick. “So tight and wet and hot.” His hands rested on her legs, pushing them even wider. “Love watching my cock slide in and out of this sweet cunt.”

  Tom’s words drove her crazy. She loved all that dirty talk. Frank played with her nipples and lowered his mouth to her breasts. He sucked and teethed and tweaked until her toes curled. When his mouth returned to hers, his fingers walked down her belly and found her clit. She hissed at the touch of Frank’s fingertips. Her poor clit was still so sensitive. He chuckled against her lips but didn’t remove his hand.

  While Tom thrust at a faster pace, Frank stimulated her clit. She wasn’t s
ure she could come again, not so soon, but her two men—and her men they most definitely were—had other ideas. They worked in tandem, Tom keeping his speed steady and the depth of his thrusts just deep enough to stroke all the good spots and Frank applying just the right amount of pressure to her clit. In no time at all, she begged for more.

  “Oh, please. Please!”

  “What do you want, Lexi?” Frank breathed against her cheek. “Tell us what you want and it’s yours.”

  “Make me come,” she pleaded. “I want to come so bad.”

  “Like this?” Frank’s fingertips moved a bit faster now.

  “Yes!”

  “And this?” Tom shifted and changed the angle of penetration. He hit her g-spot and Lexi lost it.

  “Yes! Yes!” She inhaled a shaky breath as the wobbly, panicky feeling took hold in her lower belly. Frank’s fingers and Tom’s cock took her to heaven. She shrieked and jerked as the wondrous feelings of climax washed over her body again. Tom didn’t last much longer than she did. He fucked her so fast she was sure they’d both have friction burns in the morning.

  When it was all over, Frank untied the scarves and belts. He massaged her wrists while Tom rubbed her ankles. Both men kissed her all over, their lips pressing whisper-soft kisses to her skin. She’d never felt so beautiful or desired in her life.

  As she snuggled between both men and listened to them debate whether to order Chinese or pizza for dinner, she realized that this was what she’d always wanted. Maybe it wasn’t conventional but it was hers. There were going to be risks. There were going to be people who didn’t understand or judged them but Frank was right. Fuck those people.

  She was happy. For the first time in years, she was truly happy. That was all that mattered.

  Lexi couldn’t shake the feeling that this thing with Tom and Frank was the real deal. One day at a time, she reminded herself. This was just the beginning, after all.

  THE END.

  Margaritas and Mayhem (Holiday Ménage Book 2)

  By Lolita Lopez

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright © 2012 by Lolita Lopez

  Cover Art by Jaycee DeLorenzo, Sweet ‘N Spicy Designs

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  Chapter One

  “Are we there yet?”

  Tom glanced in the rearview mirror and caught Frank’s mischievous grin. With his constant complaints from the second row of seats in Tom’s SUV, Frank, his longtime friend and lover, had caused the two-and-a-half hour drive to seem like it would never end. Beside him in the front passenger seat, Lexi, their girlfriend of nearly three months, sighed and reached forward to turn the music up even louder. She’d chosen a country station to fuck with Frank who hated that kind of music. Tom caught Frank grimacing as the twang of the male singer’s voice erupted from the speakers and smiled. Served the bastard right.

  “You keep up that complaining and we’re going to dump your butt at the next roadside rest area.” Lexi managed to lighten her warning tone with a teasing smile that she tossed over her shoulder toward the back seats. “Besides, we’re almost there. Two more curves and then we’ll reach the turn off to the house.”

  “I’m just messing with Tom.” Frank leaned forward and rubbed his head.

  Frowning, Tom smacked away his hand. “Dude, I’m driving.”

  “Oh, please.” Frank sat back as he chuckled. “I know you’ve driven under much more risky circumstances.”

  Lexi started gathering up her long, blonde hair and twisting it into a loose bun. “Do I even want to know?”

  “Let’s just say Tom here has a naughty little penchant for road head.”

  Tom rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t call it a penchant. Once, twice, maybe three times,” he clarified for Lexi’s sake. “And, anyway, Frank’s always the instigator.”

  “I’m not surprised.” She smirked back at Frank. “I mean, just think of the things he’s convinced me to do!”

  Tom laughed. Boy, Lexi wasn’t joking. She’d come to them fairly vanilla but was sliding more and more toward the kinky end of the spectrum. Tom, personally, wasn’t that much into bondage and spanking and the other games that Frank loved, but he sure as hell enjoyed watching the two of them.

  Just last night, Frank had used his skills with ropes to wrap her in a harness and suspend her from the reinforced D-ring in the ceiling of the play room. Tom had kicked back and enjoyed a beer while Frank teased and tormented Lexi with a flogger. She looked so damn sexy all tied up and flushed with arousal. Her skin had turned the prettiest shade of pink under the snapping tongues of the flogger. In the end, he hadn’t been able to remain a passive participant. He’d practically leapt from the chair the second Frank invited him to join them. Fucking Lexi while she swung back and forth in the harness was one of the most amazing things he’d ever done.

  “You all right?” Lexi flicked his ear lobe. “Your ears are red.”

  “Fine,” he lied, even though his cock was straining against the front of his board shorts. Clearing his throat, he pointed. “Is that our turn?”

  “Yep. There’s a lock at the gate. You’ll have to punch in the code to get onto the property.”

  Tom flicked on his turn signal and eased on the break. The SUV veered off the main highway and onto the private road. He didn’t miss the sign post proclaiming the road Cortez Lane and wondered what it cost to have a road named after your family. More than he and Frank would ever make in their lifetimes, he supposed. While he and Frank lived a good life and were more successful than they’d ever dreamed, they’d never come close to Lexi’s kind of money.

  Nothing drove that point home more than the massive luxury lake house that greeted them at the end of the lane. For a kid who had grown up on the streets or in foster care, Tom still hadn’t gotten used to the upper middle class lifestyle he’d created for himself. But walking into Lexi’s normal world, a place where a five thousand square foot home was considered a vacation house and was only used three or four weeks out of the year, was almost too much for him to process. His gut clenched with unease. Lexi swore that she didn’t care about money, that what they earned or didn’t earn meant nothing to her, but deep down, Tom couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever really measure up.

  Frank sat forward for a better look as he peered around the side of Tom’s seat. “This place is incredible.”

  “It’s very nice,” she agreed. She leaned over and kissed Tom’s neck. Her fingertips walked down his stomach. She cupped his cock and gave it a squeeze. “And very, very secluded.”

  Tom groaned as heat streaked through his belly. “Calm down, sugar. Let me at least put this thing in park.”

  Laughing, she pulled back and picked up her purse. She dug around inside and produced a garage door opener. With a click, one of the doors on the five car garage opened. He slid into the space and killed the engine. Lexi climbed out of the SUV as the garage door closed behind them. Frank made a beeline for the sports car parked in the farthest space. He whistled as he walked around the expensive import. “Is this your dad’s car?”

  “Yes,” Lexi said as she punched in a key code to turn off the alarm at the side door to the house. “And, yes,” she smiled over her shoulder, “you can drive it. The keys are in the lock box in the mud room.”

  “No, I couldn’t.” Frank put up his hands. “That would be presumptuous.”

  Lexi snorted as she joined Tom at the c
argo area of the SUV. “When has that ever stopped you?”

  Tom chuckled at Frank’s offended expression. He gently pushed aside Lexi’s hand when she reached for her large suitcase. “I’ve got it, baby.”

  “I’m perfectly capable of carrying my own luggage.”

  Tom’s brow lifted. “I never said you weren’t.”

  Her face softened. “I didn’t mean it like that.” She stroked his arm. “You don’t have to act like my bellhop just because you’ve got these big, juicy muscles.”

  “Big, juicy muscles?” Tom considered his arms. As a professional mixed martial artist, he had to be in top shape but big and juicy? He shook his head. “Honey, you say the damnedest things.”

  She pecked his cheek. “If you hurry up and get inside, I bet the two of you can get me to say some even wilder things.”

  Tom’s cock throbbed. He cast one glance at Frank and the two of them started snatching up luggage. She giggled as she flitted into the house and disappeared from view. He took off after her but Frank beat him by a second to the door. They collided in the mud room, elbows jamming into ribs and suitcase wheels knocking into shins. Tom gave Frank a playful shove and slid around him. They burst into a kitchen and raced to the doorway across the room. They ended up in a casual dining room and spotted another arched doorway. This time, Frank beat him out the door and into a hallway. Frank sprinted up the staircase and stopped just long enough to stick out his tongue.

  “Fucker!” Tom laughed as he took the stairs two at a time. Up on the second floor, his sneakers squealed as he tried to steer his large body toward a sudden left. He heard Frank’s armful of luggage hit the floor. Tom moved even faster, desperate to get his hands on his two lovers.

  He entered the bedroom and found Lexi and Frank locked in a passionate kiss. He dropped the suitcases and hurried to join them. Frank held out an arm and welcomed Tom into their embrace. Tom lowered his lips to Lexi’s. The soft, yielding flesh reminded him of another body part that he loved kissing just as much. Frank tugged on his neck and pulled him away from Lexi’s lips for a deep, sensual kiss. His man’s mouth was harder and more insistent.