So Autumn kissed him back. The kiss wasn’t urgent, and it occurred to her it was similar to the kiss she’d witnessed between the two men earlier. Noel put his all into the kiss, caressing her tongue with his, gentlemanly enough not to immediately go for the obvious, the boob-grabbing. But as they kissed, her tits began to throb with need. She wanted him to grab her boobs.
“I see.”
They broke the kiss when Ewan’s voice came from the front door. Outside was an enclosed stairwell with a metal industrial staircase, but in their preoccupation no one had heard him stomping up. Autumn swiveled her head mechanically to see Ewan now, her lips still molded into a kiss. Oh, no. Now we’ll find out what’s what.
Ewan’s face was hard to read. After what had happened three nights ago at Noel’s house, he’d been packing, leaving his gun belt on and going everywhere with his Glock. His sensitive, intelligent eyes took in everything in the scene at once.
Noel was the first to speak. “We were just doing what you said—”
“I know what I said.” Ewan was the commanding cowboy as he strode into the room, long arms dangling at his sides. Noel even took a step back from Autumn, as though preparing for a physical knockdown from Ewan. But all Ewan did was stand behind him and run his hands over Noel’s chest, paying particular attention to the nipples, stroking them until they stood out stiffly under the tight cotton shirt. “You wanted to watch. Right, Autumn?”
She had to admit, “I like to watch, yes. I’m a voyeur.”
“Voyeuse,” Noel corrected her with a twinkle in his eye. He stood again between her thighs as Ewan caressed him, and this time he boldly rolled his hips against her so she could feel his erection against her swollen clit, feel that every time Ewan toyed with his nipples, his hard-on twitched. It had been so long since she’d been with Noel, it was like being with a completely new lover. She didn’t remember any of these facets of him. “She’s a voyeuse, Ewan.”
“Good,” said Ewan, now salaciously lifting the bottom hem of Noel’s shirt up over his abdomen. He caressed the sexy muscles near the navel and even dipped a few fingertips beneath Noel’s belt. When the T-shirt rose over the peaked nipples, Autumn saw that Noel had obtained a new tattoo. A stylized animal next to a wagon wheel looked vaguely Native American. That tattoo she definitely didn’t remember. “Then we’ll give her something to watch, no?”
Ewan boldly slid his palm beneath Noel’s belt, and Noel submissively lolled his head back against Ewan’s shoulder. When Ewan grasped the hard-on that was busting the crotch of Noel’s cargo pants, Noel’s eyes slid shut. He even licked the corner of his mouth with delight, like a cat.
Dear God. Ewan’s a better lover than I could ever hope to be. I don’t have half his experience, for one. For another, he’s a man! He knows what to do. I don’t.
She reached out to help, unlatching Noel’s belt and unfastening the fly. “What do you intend to do, Ewan? Are you going to please sweet Noel?”
Ewan smiled slyly. “Always do. Right, Noel?”
“Always.” The emphasis Noel put on that word made Autumn feel small. How could she live up to that? Ewan stripped the shirt over Noel’s head and tossed it. Now he curved his torso so he could mouth Noel’s pec while Autumn yanked the cargo pants low enough for his penis to pop out.
Yes. Just as she’d remembered, long and fat with a juicy, bulbous corona. It had been hard letting go of that, but Ewan must have read Autumn’s mind. He squeezed the shiny head as Noel lifted his arm to allow Ewan to nuzzle the hair of his underarm. Ewan licked, bit, and chewed as though it was ambrosia of the gods. Watching his long, artistic fingers wrapped around her ex-boyfriend’s cock was making Autumn squirm on the stovetop, perching one slipper on the broiler handle. Ewan slicked a drop of pre-cum with his thumb and swirled his palm around the head with such skill that Noel jerked and grunted.
Noel was more filled-out now. Maturity had stood him in good stead. Sinuously he unwound his spine against Ewan’s front, teasing Ewan’s crotch with his bare, curvaceous ass. Autumn just leaned back on her palms and enjoyed the sight of the two men kissing, Ewan clamping his thighs around Noel’s hip while jacking him. Autumn’s pussy lips expanded and engorged, and her nostrils flared when she thought she could detect the scent of her own arousal.
But what would she do? Just watch them eternally making love to each other? Noel opened his eyes halfway in the midst of a lusty groan and leveled his sparkling blues on Autumn. He was challenging her, gauging her reaction, she knew. He always was a competitive bastard, part of his appeal, since Autumn was competitive too. She raised her chin and narrowed her eyes at Noel, knowing he’d not be able to resist her large, well-formed breasts, partially bared in the tank top she’d purposefully worn for moving day.
Men were such douches. They fell for tits every time.
So now, although he was being jacked and mouthed by the sinewy cowboy who sported a hard-on equally, if not more impressive than Noel’s, Noel fell upon Autumn’s chest. He yanked her shirt up and in a flash had his face buried in her cleavage. That fat oyster tongue now came in handy as it snaked between her globes. Autumn found if she pressed her upper arms to her side boob, they squished more exquisitely out of the lacey bra cups. This apparently drove Noel even wilder, and when his wily tongue dipped under a cup and circled her nipple, it was Autumn’s turn to cry aloud and clap a hand to the back of Noel’s head to keep him there.
But Ewan wouldn’t hear of it. He sucked and bit his half-naked partner so wildly Autumn was sure he was breaking Noel’s skin, but the men must have liked it rough.
Abruptly Ewan dropped Noel’s cock and reached around to unbutton Autumn’s jeans. “You’re going to show Autumn how much you care for her, buddy. You’re going to service her, and service her good. Come on, Autumn. Don’t you want to feel his face between your legs again?”
“Of course,” she breathed, eagerly squirming out of her jeans. What a way to break in her new apartment! Ewan held the empty shell of her Wranglers as Noel lustfully fingered her pulpy pussy lips that squished on either side of her thin thong panty. Ewan was turning out to be quite the dominant one as he whipped Autumn’s belt out of the belt loops and stepped aside to yank her wrist. Seeing what was expected of her, she willingly allowed Ewan to bind her wrists at the small of her back, so at least she could lean against her palms and keep her thighs spread for Noel.
“Do you remember how to do it?” she asked coyly.
Noel took the teasing in good stride. “Just like riding a bike.” He dropped to his knees and, pulling the strip of panty aside, he admired Autumn’s pussy for a few split seconds. She knew it was slick with her juices, that’s how horny she was. Never in a million years would she have imagined she was about to be licked by one of the best vocalists in the world. Her inner cunt quivered so powerfully when Noel touched his tongue tip to her clit, she thought she might spontaneously combust.
“Oh God!” she shrieked unexpectedly. “Oh Jesus, Noel, you’ve got to—got to—aiiiii!”
No vibrator had ever ripped this intense of a reaction from her.
No man had ever, not even Noel Butler himself back in his youthful heyday.
Autumn jammed one slipper right next to a burner, the better to give Noel’s questing tongue easy access. She knew she wasn’t playing hard to get in the slightest, but she knew her jutting tits and rosy peaked nipples were turning Ewan on, too. That erection cradled in those 501s wasn’t just for Noel. Ewan seemed fascinated with her tits, but he was keeping his word to Noel and only looking, not touching. Autumn jiggled her boobs so they sloshed from side to side in their cage. Thank God for push-up bras.
She was sliding off the stovetop, just standing on tiptoe to keep herself upright, Noel working like a slave between her thighs.
“You look beautiful, Autumn,” Ewan allowed. This filled her with such intense pride she nearly came again on the next nibble of Noel’s teeth. But Ewan had bigger plans in store. “You wanted to watch.”
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sp; “Oh God, yes. I want to watch you perform, Ewan. I’ll bet you’re good. I’ll bet you’re real good.” When Autumn said “real good” one massive shiver raced up and down her spine. It was Ewan’s diabolical grin that got to her. He must know how good he is.
“You bet.” He dropped to his hands and knees so that Autumn had to lean forward, precariously close to toppling over. She could see the back of Ewan’s head, the rubber band holding the top layer of hair out of his face. His profile was exquisitely aristocratic when he tilted his head a certain way, and then he just sucked Noel’s fat dick into his mouth.
Autumn’s jaw hung low as Ewan’s head bobbed back and forth. How could Noel concentrate on her pussy when he had such a talented man giving him head? But when Noel groaned against her pussy, it sent vibrations reverberating through her entire pelvis, and it was all she could do to hang onto one of the burners with her bound hands. Kicking off one slipper, she curled her toes around the broiler handle and prayed for dear life.
One of Noel’s hands petted Ewan’s head as he sucked, encouraging him, loving him. It was fascinating to watch the ardor and zeal Ewan put into the blow job. He was obviously well accustomed to sucking cock and did it well, his hand jerking the base of the cock that he couldn’t cover with his lips.
It turned Autumn on that Ewan was loving his job. It made her blood race that Ewan loved sucking on Noel, and she could tell when Noel was coming. He stilled, froze solid. His relentless licking at her twat slowed, too, causing her to buck and thrash about. But she had enough presence of mind to look down and watch Ewan gulping voraciously. Just that sight of him guzzling Noel’s load of jism, and she was off and running, too.
“Eat me!” she commanded, just as she perched preciously on that orgasmic cliff. She teetered off as her orgasm rolled through her, clenching her uterus, squeezing the life from her innards.
The orgasm was so intense she even felt herself squirt into poor Noel’s face, but he lapped harder as he got control of his own orgasm. He was filling Ewan’s mouth just as he lapped up Autumn’s juices. It heightened the taboo nature of their scene that he so hungrily ate her cunt as she squirted, and knowing that drew her climax out even longer.
It seemed to go on so long her abdominals were getting sore, that cramped overused feeling in muscles she didn’t often flex. She gasped and twitched like an epileptic, electrical pulses making her jerk her hips toward Noel. Unbearable tingling spread through her hands and jaw and she had to push him away with her pussy and thigh.
“Oh, God! Enough, Noel. Enough!”
He fell to his ass on her kitchen floor but didn’t even look up at her as he continued spurting into Ewan’s mouth. Autumn just perched there, making a mushy wet spot on her own stovetop.
A sense of unreality washed over her. Never in a billion years would she have ever imagined she’d be sitting on a stove watching one gorgeous man sucking on another.
And loving every second of it.
Chapter Nine
Noel had his fingers on the knot Ewan had used to bind Autumn’s wrists behind her back. “Now, Autumn. You have to learn one thing. You do not issue me commands, especially not commands such as ‘eat me.’”
Noel didn’t recall Autumn being this ravishing. She had always been a banging hot chick envied by all of his friends, but age had seasoned her. She carried herself with such confidence and an inner certainty he didn’t remember in her.
That, and she tasted much better than he recalled. She must have prepped for their encounter, and that idea plumped up his ego as well.
Oh, maybe he was just a horndog in general. Eating Autumn’s cinnamon-scented pussy while Ewan blew him—well, it was better than his wildest imaginings. Autumn’s eyes had been fixated to the scene on the floor. Noel knew they’d captured her imagination and her obedience. Just some fine-tuning, some training was needed. He picked up her jeans to begin threading the belt through the loops. “You might ask permission, but in general I do what I please.”
Autumn craned her neck to see Ewan on the floor. He’d laid out flat, one hand on his abdomen like a piece of tissue, spent. Only, once again, poor Ewan hadn’t been allowed to spend, and it crossed Noel’s mind he might allow Autumn to service Ewan…one day. “What about Ewan? Do I have to ask his permission to perform things?”
“Ewan doesn’t perform for you,” Noel said firmly. “Remember? That’s part of the plan. Otherwise it won’t work.”
“I’m tough shit out of luck,” said Ewan from the floor.
“Hey,” protested Noel. “Being allowed to suck on me isn’t ‘out of luck,’ you fucking gaucho.”
Autumn giggled, accepting her jeans from Noel. “Why do you call him gaucho?”
Noel was quick to say, “He’s one-eighth Brazilian. Aye. Can’t you see it? The swarthy, mysterious eyes. The inscrutable manner. The beautiful straight nose.”
“The amazing coconut fish stew,” said Ewan. Noel grabbed Ewan’s hand and helped him to his feet.
“Aye. Ewan is an excellent cook.”
“Good,” said Autumn, buttoning her jeans. “Because I’m not. If you hear that fire alarm going off, ninety percent of the time it’s me, burning something.”
“That’s all right,” said Ewan. “We’ve got Noel here to burn the food.”
“Speaking of,” said Autumn, “where are you guys staying, cher Maître? Since you understandably don’t want to stay in the Death House.”
Morbidly, Autumn had taken to calling Noel’s house on Hardscrabble property the “Death House.” Did she want to freak out Ewan more than he already was? Finding that damned body had understandably been the low point of his life until now. They reasoned this was what the Freestyle Killer meant when he claimed that Noel would become a mouthpiece for his work. He wanted Noel to talk about the plight of the forgotten army vet to his buddies in congress. Noel was perfectly willing to do that, but not at the behest of some psycho killer. As predicted, the body, ID’d as a homeless Iraqi war vet from Sacramento, had been placed underneath a Princess Bush. It took an FBI agent to identify that bush and put part of the first letter’s puzzle together. So the swimming killer knew his plants.
Per the FBI’s advice, Alex had not printed the first letter, claiming in print that he wanted to withhold it to use as confirmation if anyone else claimed to be the Freestyle Killer. That would impress the Freestyle or whatever symbolic name he’d chosen, at the same time it protected Noel and Autumn’s privacy. The cops had had all public swimming pools within a fifty-mile radius closed down. The FBI was narrowing the suspect pool down to some men from the quadriplegic John Tremaine’s army unit.
But the new letter Ewan had found on the vet’s body was different. He was escalating. This time he told Mr. Coldiron,
I didn’t see my letter printed in the paper. I think you are ignoring me. I have proved I’m a man of my word by putting this soldier who donated his body to science under this pretty plant. Nor have I seen Mr. Noel Butler talking about me on the net. There is no chatter coming from him.
I am not kidding, I will continue to find poor downtrodden vets to help me make my point. Ask the cowboy who is Noel’s lover about the message he took down. That is how you’ll find me.
Ewan hadn’t had a clue what “message” the psycho referred to. He hadn’t even been on a computer in over a week. Cowboys were hardly the computer sort, so Ewan couldn’t begin to imagine which “message” he’d taken down.
Noel said, “We stayed at Ewan’s last night, but I can’t tolerate the smell of cow shit.”
Ewan said, “Katrina, Shane, and Alex offered us one of their bedrooms at the Four One Five Ranch.”
“Bullshit,” said Autumn. When she wrapped her arms around Noel from behind and set her chin on his shoulder, it felt just like the good memories of old times. Good memories times ten, because it was happening now. They had done it. They had managed to get over what had ruined their relationship fourteen years ago, but the many things that had been good about their
love were still valid. For one, their bodies fit together perfectly. They literally had good chemistry together. When Autumn plastered herself to his back, it was as though he soaked up some good vibes, some positive ions or something. He fairly buzzed with good energy. “You can stay here.”
Noel asked, “And what’s this cher Maître business, Autumn? I like it.”
“I thought you’d like it. I just made it up. Dear Master. But you say I have to answer to Ewan too, so he’s cher Maître, too.”
Noel bristled. He turned and held Autumn fast to him. “No. I’m the only cher Maître around here. You can call Ewan ‘you fucking gaucho.’”
“I like that,” Autumn purred. “Conjures up romantic images of a Spanish cowboy out in the pampas fields wearing one of those long, bright ponchos—”
“Enough,” stated Noel, gripping her arms tighter. “He’s not all that glamorous.”
“Someone’s getting jealous,” Ewan sang as he breezed by to the stairwell.
Noel pouted. “Am not.” He heard Ewan stomping down the metal staircase.
“What’s this?”
Noel had rarely been asked about his tattoo because only his fellow band members had ever seen it. “I got that for Ewan, to assuage his fears about me. To let him know I have serious intentions regarding him.”
“And how does a…dog and a wagon wheel let him know that?”
Noel fingered the lizard. “This here’s a gila monster. Some Navajo out near Joshua Tree made it for me…for us. The gila monster symbolizes dreaming. The wheel is a hogan, or home. This means that even when I’m off traveling, which I do a lot, I’ll dream of home, where my heart is. Ewan is also one-fourth Navajo. You haven’t noticed?”
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