by Carew, Opal
Ty sucked her breast as his hand flicked and teased her other nipple. She arched her chest toward him. The chains of the handcuffs clinked as she pulled against the cold metal surrounding her wrists. Zeke lifted her leg and rested it over his shoulder, then stroked her slit with his fingers. Tingles quivered through her. His fingers glided inside her, stroking her inner passage. Ty sucked harder.
“Oh God.” She tossed her head from side to side.
Ty stroked up her body and caressed her cheek. She turned her head and licked his fingertips. He pressed his index finger to her mouth and she wrapped her lips around it and drew it inside, then sucked deeply.
He grinned. “Okay. Let’s put that gorgeous mouth to good use.”
He stood up and unfastened his jeans, then dropped them to the ground and stepped out of them. Zeke’s stroking sent wild tingles dancing through her womb. Ty wrapped his hand around his erection and stroked, as he stepped closer, then pressed the tip toward her face. Zeke sucked on her clit and she moaned, then gulped Ty into her mouth and began to suck.
“Oh baby.” Ty fed more of his cock into her mouth.
She lapped and sucked as Zeke stroked her inner walls with his fingers and flicked her clit mercilessly with his tongue.
Pleasure built within her like steam in a pressure cooker. She arched against Zeke’s mouth and sucked on Ty with enthusiasm. Zeke’s fingers stoked her pleasure higher and higher. His tongue sent bursting sparks of sensation fluttering wildly through her. Suddenly, she exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm. Hot liquid flooded from her core and down her leg.
“Well, you certainly enjoyed yourself.” Zeke grinned widely.
Ty plunged in and out of her mouth. She squeezed and sucked. He groaned, pulling away before he came.
Zeke climbed onto the passenger seat and pulled Marie toward him. Her arms pulled against the handcuffs, outstretched above her head, rather than bent as before. Her bottom sloped upward with the seat and he pressed his hard cock against her opening, then slid inside. A long, even stroke. Deep into her.
She dropped her head back and moaned. “Ohhh…”
He drew back and glided deep again.
“Oh God, I want both of you,” she murmured.
“What was that our little captive said?” Ty teased.
“I want both of you hot bikers inside me. Please, fuck me now.”
Zeke pulled out. As he stood up, Ty unfastened the handcuffs holding her down. Zeke took her hands and helped her off the bike, steadying her when her rubbery legs threatened to buckle. Ty climbed onto the bike backward and lay down on it, just as she had been, his stiff cock standing straight up.
“Time for your ride, sweet thing.” Zeke grasped her around the waist and lifted her onto the bike, straddling Ty. She grasped the handlebars and settled her feet on the footrests. Ty held his cock and slid it along her slit. Her insides quivered with need. He pressed himself to her opening and she lowered herself onto him. His enormous cock impaled her, penetrating deeply. She gasped.
“Oh … God … That feels so—” She whimpered in pleasure.
Zeke climbed on the bike behind her and stroked her ass, then his slick cockhead glided up and down between her cheeks. He pressed against her opening and pushed slowly, stretching her as he slipped inside. She squeezed Ty’s big cock inside her as Zeke slowly eased inside her ass.
Finally, Zeke was fully embedded in her, too. His hands found her breasts and drew her back toward him. There she sat, as if riding the bike, but with two big cocks impaling her. She began to move, gliding up and down on Ty. Zeke followed her lead, sliding his cock in and out of her backside. Thrilling sensations quivered through her. Ty grasped her hips and helped her move up and down. Zeke thrust faster and more deeply. Both cocks penetrated her deep and hard. Thrusting her higher and higher … blasting toward heaven. Her nerve endings burst with sensation and … She gasped as thunderous pleasure tore through her, catapulting her to an explosion of pure bliss.
She wailed, joined rapidly by Zeke, then Ty, all three of them groaning at once. She clung to the handlebars, squeezing the cocks lovingly within her. Then she collapsed on top of Ty. Zeke leaned over her, then kissed the back of her neck. Ty captured her lips and stroked the inside of her mouth.
She drew away and smiled down at Ty. “Man, you two really do know how to ride!”
* * *
Ty stood beside Marie on the wooden deck overlooking the moonlit lake. Zeke had volunteered to make dinner—his infamous soup-or-stew, which involved a myriad of ingredients that seemed to change every time—and was busy in the kitchen.
Ty leaned against the railing.
“Look, a shooting star.” Marie pointed upward.
Ty glanced up in time to see the thin streak of light across the sky. Another meteor shot across the black sky in a streak of light.
“Must be a meteor shower.”
“They’re beautiful.” Marie’s face filled with awe as she gazed at the stars.
He cupped her shoulders and drew her close to him. “Not as beautiful as you.”
She gazed up at him as he leaned toward her. She tipped up her face, her lips parting, ready for his kiss. He brushed his lips against hers—so sweet and delicate—then tightened his arms around her and deepened the kiss. He drew back and gazed at her, knowing he had to tell her how he felt about her. Needing to know if she shared his feelings.
“Marie…” He stroked her hair from her face. “I have loved you ever since I first met you. I’ve wanted to tell you so many times, but you were in a relationship … then after that…”
Damn, he didn’t want to mention Zeke. Not right now. He stroked her cheek. “I love you with all my heart.”
He kissed her again, his heart pulsing with the need to know that she returned his feelings. He eased back and their lips parted.
She gazed at him, her eyes shining brightly. “Oh, Ty. I love you, too.”
He smiled broadly, then captured her lips again, plunging his tongue into her mouth.
* * *
Zeke watched through the sliding door as Ty kissed Marie in triumph, and his heart sank.
All along, he’d believed if Ty showed his true dominant nature that Marie would fall head over heels for him. Ever since Friday night, Zeke had sensed that love in her, but he had only been guessing. Now he knew for sure.
Zeke turned and walked back to the kitchen, aching inside. Now he would have to give her up. God damn it, he had sensed this would happen. But he hadn’t known it would hurt so bad.
Twenty-four
Zeke took a bite of his stew, then washed it down with a swig of beer.
Marie set down her spoon in the empty soup bowl in front of her. “Zeke, that really was delicious.”
He nodded as he chewed another bite. During the whole meal he hadn’t participated in the small talk. All he could think about was his aching heart and the fact Marie loved another man.
“You’re pretty quiet tonight,” Ty said.
Zeke shrugged, then pushed aside his empty bowl.
“He’s being the strong, silent type,” Marie said, but she sent him a questioning gaze.
Ty pushed his chair back and stood up, then picked up the bowls and stacked them. “Since Zeke cooked, I’ll clean up.”
Marie stood up and picked up the serving bowl. “You want my help?”
“No, I can handle it.” Ty placed the cutlery in the serving bowl and took the bowl from her hand, then disappeared into the kitchen.
Marie walked toward the living room and Zeke followed her.
“So you and Ty were out star-gazing earlier?” he asked.
“Yes, it’s a beautiful night. Very clear.”
He nodded, thinking about the two of them on the deck, proclaiming their love for each other. Kissing each other. The thought made his gut clench.
He wanted to remind her just how much he loved her. To show her. He wanted to ask her if she still loved him. To ask her to stay with him forever, and forget abo
ut Ty.
His insides ached with the need to pull her into his arms and convince her to stay with him. And him alone.
“Is there something wrong, Zeke?”
He couldn’t answer her. Couldn’t tell her he didn’t want her kissing Ty … or loving Ty. Couldn’t tell her he wanted her all for himself.
But he could show her.
He cupped her cheek and gazed lovingly into her eyes, then he lifted her face and met her lips with his, brushing lightly. At her sigh, he deepened the kiss, pulling her soft, feminine body close, his arms tightening around her.
Holding her in his arms was a special type of heaven for him. He cherished the feeling, moving his lips on hers in a gentle persuasion. Telling her with his kiss what he couldn’t tell her in words. That he wanted her always. In his arms. In his world. In his life.
Her arms glided over his shoulders and she tightened her embrace, her lips responding to his. He felt her nipples harden against him and she pressed her body tighter against him. His cock expanded, pushing against his jeans.
“Hey, I see you two got started without me.” Ty stepped behind Marie and stroked his hands across her shoulders.
She released Zeke’s lips and she smiled at him before turning to Ty. Zeke watched helplessly as Ty took his turn kissing her.
Not yet. I’m not ready to give her up yet.
As soon as Ty released her lips, Zeke turned her back to him and kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Ty slid his hands around her body and cupped her breasts, his hands gliding between their bodies. Zeke could feel the backs of Ty’s hands as he stroked over Marie’s breasts. As he moved, his hand brushed against Zeke’s nipples, too, sending tingles through him.
Ty lifted the hem of Marie’s top and glided it upward. Marie’s lips parted from Zeke’s as Ty lifted her top over her head.
“Well, you two certainly make a girl feel wanted.”
Oh God, she had no idea.
She shed her jeans and socks, now standing before them in only a skimpy lace thong and semi-sheer lace bra. Both crimson. She stroked her hands over her breasts and Zeke’s cock shot to attention. He could see her erect nipples pushing against the thin lacy fabric of her bra.
“Sweetheart, you are so damned hot!” Ty slid his hands around her waist and drew her back against him. She leaned against his broad chest and hooked one arm around his neck while she stroked her breasts with her other hand, all the while gazing directly at Zeke.
“Should we go down into the dungeon?” she asked.
Zeke shook his head and reached for her, pulling her from Ty’s grasp and into his own arms, then kissed her passionately, his tongue delving deep into her mouth.
“I don’t need anything but you,” he murmured against her ear.
Behind her, Ty unfastened her bra. Marie dropped the straps off her shoulders then eased back and slid the garment from her body. Zeke’s gaze locked on her beautiful round breasts, the dusky rose nipples pebbled and hard. Her nipples thrust forward, erect and hard. He pressed his hand over one soft breast and stroked. Her hard nub pushed into his palm. He leaned over and took it in his mouth, licking and swirling his tongue around it. She sighed as she dropped her head back against Ty’s chest again. Ty stroked her other breast.
Zeke wanted her. Bad. He wanted to sink his cock into her. To claim her as his own. To show her just how much he needed her. And loved her.
He sank down to his knees and drew her panties down her hips, watching as the fabric slipped away, revealing her lovely pussy. He dragged the panties down her legs to the floor, then tossed them aside. He stroked his thumbs along the sides of her pussy, then separated the folds to find her little button. He licked it, listening to her moan with satisfaction. He dragged his fingers along her damp sex as he pressed his tongue against her clitoris, then swirled around it. He slid two fingers inside her slick opening and she moaned again. Her hands clung to his head as he worked on her clit.
Ty stepped back and shed his clothes. Judging from her gasps, Marie was getting close. Zeke stood up and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor, then shed his shirt. He tugged Marie into his arms and kissed her, then guided her toward the couch, never releasing her mouth. He sat her down then knelt in front of her.
Ty sat beside her, his enormous cock standing straight up. Zeke couldn’t help himself. He reached out and wrapped his hand around Ty’s huge shaft and stroked while he sucked Marie’s nipple into his mouth.
Ty looked a little surprised, but didn’t pull away. Encouraged, Zeke licked Marie’s nipple, then leaned over and licked the tip of Ty’s cock, then took it in his mouth. He sucked a little, then went back to Marie’s breast, his hand still wrapped around Ty’s cock. Marie reached for Ty’s cock, too, her hand resting over the bulbous head, as Zeke’s hand stroked up and down. Ty cupped Marie’s other breast and Zeke released his cock. Marie began to stroke Ty’s shaft as Zeke pressed his cockhead to Marie’s wet opening, then pushed inside.
Oh God, she was so hot and wet. Her tight pussy gripped him as she squeezed him inside. He drove deep inside, then drew back. Sheer heaven.
He thrust deep again. In and out.
Marie slipped her hand from Ty’s cock to Zeke’s shoulder. Ty stroked his own cock while he watched Zeke thrust into Marie. She moaned and he reached down and flicked her clit with his fingers. She clung tight to his shoulders, her breathing fast and hard. He drove into her. Deeper. Harder. Enveloped by her hot silky-smooth canal.
She gasped, then wailed as she exploded in orgasm. He plunged into her several more times, then erupted inside her.
He held her tight against his body, reluctant to let her go. Finally, he released her and she flopped back on the couch, smiling at him.
“Hey, man.” Ty nudged him.
Usually, Zeke would move away to give Ty his turn, but Zeke didn’t want to. But he had no real choice. He pushed away and sat on the couch beside her as Ty positioned himself in front of her. Zeke watched in fascination as Ty’s huge cockhead pressed against her pussy, then stretched her as it slid inside. Once her body swallowed that huge bulbous head, Ty leaned forward and kissed her, then he slowly pressed the rest of his shaft inside her. The smile on her face and the sheer look of rapture on Ty’s reminded Zeke that they loved each other. Zeke was a mere accessory, as Ty had called the second man position not too long ago.
Ty drove deep into Marie and she moaned. That huge cock must feel amazing inside her. Ty began to move. Deep, long thrusts. She clung to him and within moments, moaned her pleasure. She tightened her arms around him and her moans turned to a long, trailing wail. Ty pounded into her, driving her pleasure higher. Then Ty groaned his own climax.
God, Zeke realized what Marie and Ty shared was magnificent. Ty gave her such pleasure with that huge cock of his. That paired with the love they shared … God, how could Zeke compete with that?
God damn it, what was wrong with him? He wasn’t supposed to be competing with it. Marie belonged with Ty, not Zeke. It was time for Zeke to walk away gracefully.
* * *
Zeke awoke to the feel of Marie’s soft warm body snuggled against him, her cheek pressed against his chest, her delicate breath fluttering against his skin. He stroked her hair, loving the softness of it against his fingers, then wrapped his arms a little tighter around her.
Moonlight washed across her features, so relaxed in sleep. His heart ached for her. He wanted her in his life. Just the two of them. His gaze shifted to the pillow behind her … and Ty’s sleeping face.
Ty lay on the other side of Marie, his sandy hair tousled, his cheeks shadowed with whiskers. While Zeke stared at Ty, he had to fight the urge to reach out and stroke Ty’s whisker-roughened cheek. This crazy attraction he had toward Ty still threw him off balance, but Zeke couldn’t deny how incredibly sexy Ty looked lying there, his square jaw resting against the black pillowcase, his handsome face relaxed in sleep. No wonder Marie found him so attractive.
His gut clenched. God
damn it, he should hate the guy for stealing his woman … but he couldn’t hate Ty—his best friend since childhood. Ty had always seen the positive in Zeke when others labeled him as bad news. That’s why, as much as Zeke loved Marie, he wouldn’t challenge Ty for her.
Even if Zeke stood a chance—which he didn’t—he wouldn’t steal away Ty’s happiness.
Anyway, Ty was the better man for Marie. He would fit better in her life.
But right now, he couldn’t stand to be here. In the same bed with them. Knowing they loved each other. That he was just an extra complication in the relationship now, rather than Marie’s true love.
Zeke carefully eased away from Marie’s warmth and slipped off the side of the bed. He strolled to his duffel bag in the corner and grabbed some boxers and pulled them on, then tugged a T-shirt over his head. His jeans and jacket were still upstairs in the living room where he’d discarded them earlier. He grabbed a pair of socks and turned toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
Ty stood in front of him, a softly illuminated shadow between Zeke and the door.
Zeke glanced at Marie, still sound asleep. He jerked his head toward the stairs and Ty nodded, then turned and walked upstairs. Zeke followed him. Once in the living room, Ty crossed his arms.
“So what’s up?”
Zeke shrugged. “I thought I’d leave you two to it.”
“You were just going to take off in the middle of the night?”
“Why not? It seems pretty clear Marie has chosen you … or is going to.” He shrugged again. “And that’s the way it should be. You saw her first.”
Ty leaned back against the desk and crossed his arms. “Are you doing this to make up for what happened with Ashley? Because you don’t have to do that. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Zeke glanced at him warily. He’d wanted so much to convince Ty of that years ago, but Ty wouldn’t listen.
“I know it was Ashley who caused the problem. She pursued you. I chose not to believe it at the time because…” He sighed. “There was something else that was really bothering me.”