The Sextet Presents... Playing in the Raine [A Toy Story] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Mellanie Szereto

  Other than a few pictures taken by a guy she’d dated during grad school, she’d never posed naked—and she’d made damn certain she possessed the only copies of those photographs. Matt sounded like he wanted a casual sex partner, possibly a model for a sitting or two. A definite maybe.

  Next. Dear Explorer Girl, I want to explore a new friendship that will complement my existing ones. I’m not sure about my IQ, but philosophy is my area of study. Let’s see…my favorite adventure. I’d have to say the first time I fell in love. I’ll never forget the rush. Have you ever been in love? I’d like to experience it again. Can we meet? Rafe.

  Hmm. Rafe. Nice name. A romantic, unless he was lying—which was a distinct possibility. Had she ever fallen in love? Oh, perhaps the lusty sort but not the long-haul kind. No man had stuck around long enough for her to decide. Another maybe.

  Dear Hiker Chick, I wasn’t sure what to expect when I placed the ad, but I find I’m pleasantly surprised. A woman who has the same interests as me—who would’ve thought? Although I like to look at free-form sculptures and paintings in oil and watercolor, my talent lies elsewhere. My passion is molding clay into the human form. I’ve hiked Longs Peak in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado and plan to someday best Mount McKinley. My sine? I hope I’m not an obtuse male, have been told I’m “a cute” guy, and since sine is based on right triangles, I’m certain my sine is less than or equal to one and greater than zero. In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m a mathematician by day. I’d love to know more about you. Vince.

  A horny painter, a romantic philosopher, and a mathematician slash sculptor with a witty sense of humor. She had nothing to lose and everything to gain by meeting all three. A quick return e-mail to each had her squirming in her seat and going back to order Ed by overnight shipping.

  * * * *

  Rubbing his bleary eyes, Vince set aside the stack of papers. He couldn’t wait to have a grad student of his own to grade for a class of a hundred or more. At least his assistantship paid the bills, even if grading five or six hundred homework assignments each week sucked.

  He opened his laptop, forcing down the stomach-tickling anticipation of a response from PlayingInTheRaine. An unbidden image of the redhead from the coffee shop appeared in his mind. What were the odds that she was the woman who’d answered the ads? Not as high as his hopes, for damn sure. Of course, he’d spent several hours shaping the curves of her calves, hips, and breasts out of Chavant clay last night, imagining his hands following the contours of her body. An artist’s dream. Every man’s fantasy. His infatuation.

  Bringing up his e-mail, he ignored the hardening of his cock. He’d take care of it soon enough. Two clicks took him to his in-box. A message from PlayingInTheRaine topped the list. His pulse jumped. Another click to open it.

  Dear Vince, I’d love to see your work. The sculpting, not so much the math. I see enough of that every day in my job. I adore Rodin, the erotic beauty of entwined bodies, the honesty and emotion in his art. I see the same in nature. I’ve hiked in the Rockies several times, and they never fail to take my breath away. As for my sine, I guess I’d have to say I’m more of a tangent. I’d like to meet you. Are you free Thursday for an evening visit to the art museum on campus? Or perhaps Saturday afternoon? Hope to see you soon. Hiker Chick.

  She wanted to meet him, but she hadn’t given her name. A smart, cautious woman. Did she have any idea how her description of Rodin’s work affected him? Yes, every word was true. It also made his balls tighten and his dick throb. She clearly had an open mind about sex—a must for what he, Rafe, and Matt wanted to do with her. Would she think they were perverts, just looking to get laid?

  “Hey, Vin, you got a minute?”

  Matt’s yell from the first floor of the house startled Vince, and he accidentally clicked on “reply.” He wasn’t ready to make a date with her yet. He wasn’t even ready to share her note with his roommates. “Cancel.” “Sure. Come on up.”

  Footsteps pounded on the stairs as he closed his laptop. Matt jogged into the office-studio space they’d designated as off-limits to anyone but Vince without permission to enter. Matt’s hair hung in his face, and he shoved his fingers through it to meet Vince’s gaze.

  “She answered. I’m meeting her for a drink tomorrow night. She wants Rafe to meet her at the arboretum Wednesday evening. Did she set up a date with you too?”

  Shit. He had to tell when he’d been asked. “Yeah. Art museum either Thursday or Saturday.”

  “Which one did you say? Because the sooner, the better.” Matt’s enthusiasm made Vince laugh.

  “Man, you have sex on the brain. I was just reading her e-mail when you started screaming like a banshee at me.”

  Matt’s eyebrows furrowed, and his gaze dropped. “I wasn’t screaming like a damn banshee, and look who’s talking about sex on the brain. Your dick’s about to split your zipper. You’ve been thinking about that redhead again, haven’t you?”

  How the hell does he do that?

  “Hey, Vin, how about if I suck you off while you fantasize it’s her? Or you can imagine you’re fucking her. Either way, I get to blow you.” Matt’s lips curved into a dick-eating grin. “Or, better yet, you can think about the redhead and Hiker Chick doing you together. Eat one pussy while you fuck the other. Hmm. I might have to try that sometime. Of course, I’d want yours or Rafe’s cock in my ass too.”

  “Jesus, you’re a man-whore, Matty.” Vince loosened his jeans, pushing them past his thighs and sitting back down in the desk chair. “Don’t you want to get off?”

  “No worries. I nailed Rafe about an hour ago. I’m good for a while.” He dropped to his knees and ran his finger along the seam of Vince’s balls. “Redhead or Hiker Chick? Both? Maybe all five of us, ganging and banging like a Roman orgy?”

  Vince closed his eyes as a shudder raced up his spine. “The redhead. Do you know I spent an hour shaping her tits out of clay last night? God, I’d love to see the shape and color of her nipples.”

  Matt traced the vertical ridge up the length of his erection and then sucked the head between his lips, rubbing that amazing tongue along the slit. A hand cupped Vince’s sac and gave a gentle squeeze.

  “And those legs. I want them wrapped around my waist while I slide in and out of her sweet pussy.” A warm, wet mouth swallowed his dick. He gasped at the physical sensation matching the visual in his head. His hips jerked forward.

  Matt moaned, sending vibrations through Vince’s cock.

  “Do you like it deep, Red? Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast? You’re so tight and wet.” The tunnel sucked and pulled at him. “That’s it. Come for me.”

  Another moan. This one lower and longer. The gliding friction brought him another step closer. A finger stroked the skin at the base of his balls, easing toward his asshole, skimming over it, dipping inside.

  “Shit, come with me, honey.” He pictured all her red hair spread over his pillow, those green eyes widening as she tensed. Her face contorted with the rush of her orgasm, and he shoved his cock deeper. “Fuck, I’m coming! Don’t stop!”

  The suction and the contracting of his balls sent him over the edge, shooting his hot cum into the tunnel as his groan blended with Matt’s. Damn, he was the most amazing cocksucker on the planet. He licked his way to the head and sucked one more time before releasing it.

  “Vin, you really need a woman. I don’t care if it’s the redhead or the Hiker Chick. You need a real pussy to fuck. As much as I wish I had one, I don’t.” Matt stood, reaching out to touch Vince’s cheek as he leaned in for a soft kiss on the lips. “You coming to bed soon?”

  Vince nodded. He had one thing to take care of before he crashed. “I love you, Matty.”

  “I know.” Matt turned toward the door, looking back over his shoulder. He smiled. “I love you too.”

  * * * *

  Scuttling down the steps, Matt aimed for the kitchen. Ass-fucking Rafe and blowing Vin always made him hungry. Actually, anything sex related
tended to give him the munchies. Well, if he was honest, he’d have to admit that he didn’t know for a fact that screwing a woman stimulated his appetite. He planned to find out soon enough, but could he do it without revealing his inexperience to Rafe and Vin? Not that he expected them to laugh at him or tease him. It was just…embarrassing, considering how many times he’d butt-fucked both of them. Besides, how many twenty-five-year-old men were vaginal virgins?

  He opened the refrigerator, hoping for some of Rafe’s leftover stuffed chicken concoction. They’d all starve without his gourmet cooking. Pizza, chicken wings, and beer hadn’t been bad as an undergrad. Matt didn’t think he could stand it every night anymore.

  Aha! And some of that cranberry glaze stuff to go on top! He pulled out the containers and popped off the lids. Finding enough to satisfy his stomach until morning, he loaded a plate, put it in the microwave, and set the timer.

  “You’re eating again?” Rafe ruffled his hair from behind. “Good thing you get lots of exercise, or you’d weigh three hundred pounds.”

  “Just keeping up my strength. You and Vin are awfully demanding.” Matt grinned. “I hope you plan on cooking all the time once we find a woman.”

  “Your brain never stops thinking about sex, does it?”

  Beep, beep, beep.

  “Why would it want to do that?” Matt laughed and took his snack from the microwave. “Hiker Chick e-mailed Vin, but I think he’s hung up on the redhead from the coffee shop.”

  Rafe sat at the kitchen table, pushing another chair out with his foot. “She was pretty damn incredible. Sit.”

  “Yeah, well, unless she’s the one who answered our ads, he better not get used to the idea of fantasizing about her while he’s getting blown by somebody else.” He stuffed a bite of chicken in his mouth, savoring the tart flavor. “I can handle him pretending I’m a fiery little pussy when I suck him, but I don’t think another woman would appreciate it much. Shit, this is good.”

  Rafe shook his head and smiled—that perfect, no-one-can-resist-me smile. Damn, if Matt’s cock didn’t stand up and take notice. “I’m trying to eat. No smiling. Wait until we’re in bed to turn on the charm.”

  “You’re such a fucking slut.” Rafe’s laugh made him grin.

  “Yeah, so?”

  “Just saying, not complaining. You said the hiking chick e-mailed Vince? Does she want to meet him?”

  Matt nodded and poked another bite. “Art museum. Thursday or Saturday.”

  “You’re tomorrow, I’m Wednesday, and Vince is either Thursday or Saturday. I can’t imagine that we’ll get lucky enough to find the right woman on the first try.”

  “Geez, don’t say that. I haven’t gotten any more new e-mails related to the ad. Our only option is to try to find the redhead if PlayingInTheRaine falls through. I think Vin would rather have her anyway.” Shoveling in the last bite, Matt carried his plate to the sink and rinsed it. “Hell, I wouldn’t mind having her, either. Did you see her lips? Full, perfectly shaped, made for sucking cock.”

  “Matty, you’re giving me testosterone poisoning. Can’t you think about anything besides sex? We’re looking for a relationship, not some casual one-night stand.” Rafe stood, stretching his arms over his head. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

  He was right. They needed a woman who wanted to be with all three of them for the long haul. Sure, the fucking, sucking, and licking would be great, but she had to want to stay.

  “Right behind you.” Matt followed Rafe through the living room to the master bedroom. “We’ll find someone.”

  He said the words to convince himself as much as his lover.

  Chapter 3

  Shuffling past her work suits, Raine thumbed through hanger after hanger, searching for a casual yet sexy skirt to go with the bold green-and-black-print halter she’d chosen for her…date. Not really a date. Just a drink and some conversation.

  She pulled a denim skirt from the rack, going for more casual than sexy. Matt didn’t seem to need any encouragement in that area, if his e-mails were anything to go by. Grabbing a pair of wedge sandals, she tossed the clothes on the bed and shrugged out of her sports bra, shorts, and underwear. She headed to the bathroom to take care of two absolute necessities before she got dressed for her evening out.

  With the hot water turned on, she opened the package she’d left on the counter earlier, carefully reading the directions. Fill the reservoir with warm water. Replace cap. Warning: Water will leak from product. Use only in waterproof areas. Holding a finger in the running tap, she nodded. Close to body temperature. Warm enough. She unscrewed the lid, setting it aside while she filled the plastic tube. Cap back on, she stepped into the shower and flipped on a cool spray to rinse off the sweat from her workout.

  After a quick wash, she focused on breaking in Ed. His length and girth met her expectations. Now to see if he really expands and shoots his load like the genuine appendage. She leaned into the pellets of water pulsing against her nipples, closing her eyes as tremors zipped from her breasts to her cunt. Moisture gathered between her legs, and she slipped the toy through her pussy lips, pressing it to her opening.

  She eased Ed inside, inch by slow inch. Her muscles trembled at his invasion. He was bigger than any man she’d slept with in the last three, maybe five, years. Yowza, her G-spot liked this cock. It filled and stretched her, touching every sensitive nerve ending as she pushed deeper. Out, in, out, in. The smooth glide sent tiny ripples of pleasure through her clit while she rubbed over it with her finger. What she wouldn’t give to have Ed attached to a real man, a man who’d lick and suck her nipples as he pounded inside her.

  Withdrawing more of him, she thrust him deep. Again. And again. Her muscles tightened around him, and he seemed to grow, getting harder with each thrust.

  “Make me come! Come with me!” She fought to breathe as waves of orgasm crashed over her. Warmth flooded her pussy. “Oh, God, yes!”

  Three more quick pumps. She cried out again, and another surge of warm wetness gushed into her. Spasms wracked her body. She reached for the wall to keep from collapsing. Sinking to the floor of the shower, she let the spray drip into her face as she pulled Ed from her still-quivering muscles. Maybe she didn’t need a man. Her new toy had given her more satisfaction than most of the men she’d ever screwed.

  “Eddie, honey, you get a five-penis review.” And she didn’t have to worry about hooking up with boy toy number three tonight.

  * * * *

  Blowing out a gusty breath to calm his nerves, Matt opened the door of the restaurant and aimed for the bar. He checked his watch. On time, for about the second time in his entire life. He wasn’t about to jeopardize this opportunity to find his, Vin’s, and Rafe’s Ms. Right. If she was their one shot, he sure as hell didn’t want to ruin it by being late.

  He scanned the tables and the stools lining the bar. Why? He had no idea what she looked like. I’ll find you. Her promise from the last e-mail seemed ridiculous. She didn’t know what he looked like, either.

  Three more steps brought him to an empty seat at the counter. Okay, come find me.

  “You must be Matt.” A sultry voice next to his ear sent a shiver down his spine to his balls. “I’m Raine.”

  “How did you know it was me?” He swiveled around to smile at her. Instead, he almost choked on his tongue. The redhead. Vin’s going to have a fucking spontaneous orgasm.

  “I came in the door about ten feet behind you. Guy enters the bar, scans the room like he’s looking for someone, then settles at the bar to wait. You’re right on time, too.” She wiggled onto the stool next to his, her long, bare legs drawing his gaze southward. “I like promptness.”

  He’d managed to make a good first impression. Eyes on her face. Don’t blow it by doing or saying something stupid. “I wouldn’t have wanted you to think I wasn’t going to show up. Do you mind if I buy you a drink?”

  Raine tried not to stare at Matt’s sexy, shoulder-length hair. She needed about two seconds
to remember where she’d seen him before tonight. The coffee shop. He and his friends had been the polite trio to hold the door for her. Did he recognize her?

  A drink. “Let’s pay for our own drinks this time. If we decide to go out on a real date, I’ll let you buy me a drink.”

  He nodded, that adorable mop of brown hair swinging with the movement. “Fair enough.”

  “Sorry for the wait.” A bartender appeared on the other side of the counter. “What can I get for you?”

  Matt gestured for her to go first. Wow, prompt and still polite.

  “I’d like a glass of sangria, please.” She pulled her wallet from her purse, handing her ID and credit card to the barkeep.

  “I’ll have a beer. Whatever you have on tap is fine.” Copying her actions, Matt slid his driver’s license and a ten across the bar as he turned to face her. “Want to get a table?”

  Want to get a room? Damn. Ed might be awesome, but he wasn’t a real man, and she’d gone far too long relying on her box of battery-powered playthings. I am not having sex with a near stranger tonight. Maybe if she repeated it enough, she’d follow her own advice. “A table would be great.”

  A couple minutes later, they walked with their drinks to an empty table in the far corner of the room. Matt held the chair for her before sitting adjacent to her. Had she ever dated a man with old-fashioned manners? Not in the last decade, if ever.

  “Thanks.” She sipped her sangria, letting the cool, fruity flavor relax the nervous tension in her neck. “You didn’t say much about yourself in your e-mails. Tell me what you do for work, for fun.”

  He tucked a hank of hair behind his ear and took a swallow of his beer. “Work? Well, I enjoy it so much I hate to call it work. I’m a painter. I’ll be graduating with a master’s degree next week, and I have my first big art show next month. It’s a collection of romantic, impressionistic, and pre-Raphaelite oil paintings. Kind of an eclectic mix, I know, but every human body reveals something different about the person inside. I match the style and technique to the model.”