by Jory Strong
It was like putting blinders on a stallion. Pleasuring Madison became everything.
Every moan and whimper drawn from her was a powerful incentive to give her more and more and more.
He’d never get enough of her. Never want another woman.
He fucked his fingers in and out of her, the slide of his hand over Tyler’s forging a different kind of connection between them, creating intimacy where there’d always been friendship.
The reality was better than the most erotic of his fantasies. The intensity that came with holding Madison between them, touching her together created a depth of feelings beyond anything he’d ever experienced, gave rise to a need that would never be satisfied except like this, and even this created a hunger for more.
Madison’s breathing quickened. Her eyes closed. Her body bowed as she came for them, her inner muscles fluttering and clamping on his fingers.
He dropped to his knees, feverish to get his mouth on her pussy.
He jerked jeans and boy shorts down, rid her of shoes and socks, wanting her completely naked, wanting nothing to prevent her from opening her legs.
He inhaled, breathing in Madison’s scent. Tyler’s hands on her breasts, his mouth at her ear adding to the eroticism.
Shane rubbed his cheek, his nose, his mouth against the landing strip of blonde hair. His tongue darted out for a taste.
Her pleasure shivered down to him with the fuck of Tyler’s tongue into her ear.
Shane gripped his own cock. Hard.
Do not come.
Do not come.
Do not come.
Her hands dropped to his hair, tangled, fisted, demanded.
He moaned, licked along the lips of her sex. Delved. Lapped. Fucked her with his tongue, unable to keep his hand from moving on his cock.
She writhed between them. Her breathing getting harsher and harsher. Her whimpered sounds of pleasure getting closer and closer.
She was so fucking sensual. So fucking responsive. So fucking open when it came to her sexuality. And he was fucking addicted, could spend hours thinking of ways to make her come and then doing it.
They brought her again, her cry of release more satisfying than raking in a pile of chips.
He kissed his way to her breast, put a death grip on his dick when Tyler released her nipple but continued to cup her breast.
Shane latched onto the nipple and sucked.
She captured his nipple ring, tugged and twisted, sending hot shards of pleasure to his cock.
She matched her movements to his, intensifying that pleasure, elevating the risk he’d come all over himself.
To stave off disaster he stopped sucking, stilling her hand as he kissed his way to her other breast.
But having Tyler grasp the nipple still wet from his sucking while cupping and offering Madison’s other breast only made disaster more imminent.
“I can’t take much more of this,” he panted.
“Then don’t,” she said.
A quick suck. Followed by a second, a third, and he wrenched himself away from her nipple.
He stood, gaze colliding with Tyler’s, the stark need there making him scramble for the safety of Madison’s eyes.
His dick pulled away from his body despite being caged by his fist.
Her hand covered his, silently demanding that his give way, and it did.
She gripped his cock, thumb rubbing the tip, creating a rush of heat and raw lust.
His cock jerked in her hand. Arousal rushed to leak onto the tip.
“He’s begging for you,” Shane said.
She stroked up. Down.
He groaned. “Is this going to be Torment Shane Day?”
“It could be.”
A kiss and she released him. She turned, her ass brushing his cock and making it scream and weep even more, making his balls pull tighter and fiery warning race up his spine.
Her hands slid down Tyler’s chest and reached the waistband of his jeans.
Shane buried his face in her neck and kissed her. His hands cupped her sides, sweeping upward to cover her breasts, not just because he needed to touch her but because he craved even the seemingly casual contact of Tyler’s skin against his.
He ground against her ass, fantasy sweeping in, of being inside her at the same time Tyler was, their cocks sliding against each other, separated by a barrier that would seem non-existent with the three of them making love.
Tyler’s zipper gave.
Shane grasped her nipples while Tyler gripped her hair and claimed her mouth.
She freed Tyler’s cock. Shoved his jeans downward.
Shane fought the urge to cup her pussy with one hand and wrap the other around Tyler’s dick. If they could just make it to the bed, if he could just get inside her everything would be good. They could work out the rest of it some other time.
“Bed,” he panted.
And somehow they made it there.
He nearly whimpered at the thought of leaving it to get a condom.
“I’m safe,” he said, his mouth covering hers, alternating with Tyler’s as she lay between them.
“I am too. So is Tyler.”
A part of him howled at the knowledge Tyler had already been in bare. But then she tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him to cover her, claim her, and the instant his cock pushed into her, it no longer mattered.
His eyes bored into hers. He was conscious of Tyler next to them, watching, a fist around his dick, and it made it better though it wasn’t necessary.
With Tyler, or solo, he wanted Madison. Whether Grandma M had seen this or not, he was sure this was his fate.
He measured his strokes. Shifted the angle of his penetration, guided by Madison’s breathless cries, by the fluttering of her lashes, by the flush across her cheekbones and parting of her lips.
He held off—but only until Madison came—and then the demanding clamp of inner muscles on his cock stripped away the last of his control.
Release scorched through him. Explosive pleasure that left him with the desire to collapse on top of her and stay that way for the rest of the millennium.
He kissed her. Told her how he felt with mouth and tongue and the weight of his body, with his cock still inside her—where he wanted Tyler’s to be, where he needed it to be.
Heat shuddered through Shane, burning away the lassitude.
He rolled off, a throb of need reviving his dick as Tyler took his place, Tyler’s mouth covering Madison’s after he’d just left it, Tyler’s cock sliding into the place his had been, sliding through his come, Tyler’s ass flexing as he made love to her.
Shane gripped his own dick, moved his hand up and down on it, pleasuring himself the way Tyler had done while watching him with Madison.
He absorbed the sounds they made, breathed in the scent of sex, his body attuned to theirs, need returning, building, so he came again when they did, spewing come on his chest and abs. It was ecstasy and torment and warning.
The truth of what he felt about Tyler, what he wanted with Tyler, wasn’t going to stay a secret much longer, but he didn’t want to leave the hotel room.
Shane looked down at his come-wet chest and abs. “Back in a sec.”
Reaction set in beneath the hot spray of water. Wave after wave of pleasure shuddered through him with the remembered feel of Tyler’s hand against his dick, the intense sense of connection that had come with holding Madison between them, with being watched by Tyler as he made love to her, then watching as Tyler did the same.
Shane soaped his hands, rubbed them over his chest and abs, cupped his balls and fisted his cock.
He closed his eyes. He told himself he was just trying to get the need for Tyler out of his system before he rejoined them, but too quickly the feel of his own hands became the imagined feel of Tyler’s.
He brought himself to the edge, clamped down hard and tight, refusing to bring himself off again.
Long minutes passed before it felt safe enough to leave the shower.
He towel-dried, stepped back into the bedroom, the ends of his hair damp.
His cock pulsed when Madison’s eyes stroked it. His heart silently begged Tyler’s eyes to do the same.
Give me a sign.
Look at my dick. Lick your lips or fist your cock. Come on, Tyler. One sign and I’ll make the first move.
What he got was Tyler saying, “We should head to Stanford now.”
No! Fuck no!
Shane wasn’t sure which was the little head screaming and which was the big, or which one came up with a way to delay their leaving.
“Might as well make things easier on ourselves first,” he said, padding to the mixed clothing on the floor.
He bent, snagged his cell phone and the envelope Alma Escobar had given them. He also caught a whiff of hotel carpet.
It flashed him back to that last hook-up with a guy who looked like Tyler, to the life he’d kept secret. It hit him with the realization that he didn’t want a sexual relationship with Tyler to begin in some hotel room, as if it didn’t have anything to do with their real lives.
Not that he wouldn’t go with if it happened… If Tyler made the first move, which wasn’t likely given that Tyler had pulled the sheet up to his waist, hiding his cock.
Hope stirred. Why do that unless Tyler was afraid his dick would be a tell?
Maybe Tyler needed some time to get comfortable with what had already happened, maybe he needed to get okay with coming out, and that’s why he’d suggested they head to Stanford.
Shane glanced down at his hard cock. He could suffer for the cause.
The big head whipped back to the poker game and Madison’s shiny lure of a question to Tyler. In the last twenty-four hours, what was your favorite sexual fantasy?
Shane grinned. The way he remembered it, it’d been his turn to ask someone a question when Braden showed up, killing the game. So he was owed an answer—and he’d get one when they got home.
Chapter Eleven
He headed toward the bed.
“Mmmmm,” Madison said. “Great view either way, but I think I prefer coming to going.”
He dropped onto the mattress and gave her a playful kiss. “Coming works for me. Some might even say it’s my favorite thing.”
She rolled her eyes. Tyler laughed and the sound of it sent a rush of blood downward in a reminder of how much he wanted to come in Tyler, with Tyler, because of Tyler.
Any and all of the above. He was flexible.
Shane tipped the envelope, squeezed it so it gaped.
The key and Stanford brochure dropped onto Madison’s bare stomach. He wanted to follow them there with his mouth, then move lower, but do that and they wouldn’t leave for hours—not a terrible thing, but…he was trying to be good.
Madison sat, lifted and opened the brochure to reveal the highlighted letters and numbers.
“Seven altogether,” she said. “A number. Three letters. Three numbers.”
Tyler sat, not losing the sheet.
Shane suppressed a grin. He could almost feel the effort it was taking for Tyler not to look in his direction and check out his dick.
Stick with the plan, Shane told himself.
Tyler said, “It’ll be a newer license plate.”
Shane scrolled through his contact list, smiled when he came to Kurt Lynch’s name. Perfect. He should be on the job right now.
“I need you to run a plate,” he told Kurt.
“Shit, man, my supervisor is already on the prowl like a hyena looking for dead meat. I do not want to be her meat.”
“I can wait.”
“Fuck. Okay, okay.”
Madison’s kissable lips and eyes held amusement, as did her voice when she said, “When it comes to you, why do I find it so easy to imagine that someone who owes you a gambling debt is now scurrying away to do your bidding surreptitiously?”
He grinned. “What can I say? When you’ve got it you’ve got it. And I’ve got it.”
She shook her head. “I worry about your lack of self-confidence.”
He laughed. Kurt whispered in his ear, “Give it to me. Hurry.”
Shane read off the numbers and letters, the click of a keyboard accompanying each one.
“Okay, here it is. A red 2014 Audi R8 Spyder registered to Reed, Marlowe, Mercer and Levin.”
No surprise there. That was the San Francisco law firm funneling Bio-dad’s money to Madison. “Thanks, man.”
“So we’re good?”
“Paid in full.”
He lowered the phone.
Madison said, “Whoever that was really did owe you money.”
“True.”
Mischievousness glinted in Madison’s eyes.
Shane’s pulse sped, straight from his heart to his cock, returning it to the same hard state that’d existed when he left the shower.
“What do I owe you, in exchange for calling in the favor?” she asked, husky-voiced, setting aside the brochure in favor of curling a feminine hand around his dick.
He shuddered with the rub of her thumb over his cock head. He ditched the phone and slid lower, stretching out full length, wanting Tyler to watch his cock slide into Madison.
“Suggest something,” he said.
She straddled him, her hand moving up and down on his shaft, both of them aware of the way the sheet draped across Tyler’s lap tented.
Shane grinned. He’d been prepared to suffer for the cause, but who said he had to suffer alone.
He cupped Madison’s breasts, pressed his thumbs against hard nipples, circled. “Kurt owed me a lot of money. A lot.”
She laughed, touched his cock head to her slick opening.
He thrust but her grip on his dick prevented him from penetration.
“Will this cover the bill?” she asked, sultry-voiced, lowering herself, allowing just his cock head inside her, moving up and down on it.
“Not even close, babe.”
She took another inch, fucked herself on him, the desire to take charge, to roll her to her back and pound into her offset by the excitement of Tyler seeing his dick going in and out of her, getting slick with Madison’s heated arousal.
Shane clamped his fingers on her nipples, loved the way her eyes darkened and her lips parted.
“How about this?” she asked, taking him deeper, inner muscles clamping on him when Tyler shoved the sheet down and fisted his own cock.
“Getting closer to payoff,” Shane panted, all bets off as she took him deeper, lifting then lowering, rising again until his breath caught in a heartbeat of fear that the contact would be lost.
The need to come built with each tormenting slide of his cock in and out of her. He staved it off long enough to use his fingers on her clit and send her over first, and then he gave in to the rush of ecstasy.
She stretched out on top of him like a satisfied cat. He grinned, nearly purred in satisfaction himself at seeing that Tyler’s abs and chest were now as messy as his had been earlier.
Tyler rolled off the bed and padded toward the bathroom, stealing Shane’s attention.
When his gaze returned to Madison there was knowledge in her eyes. His heartbeat quickened even as he realized that he felt easier about coming out, surer now that he and Tyler had been with her.
He was ready to get everything out in the open, including where he wanted this thing with Madison to go after she’d gotten to the end of Bio-dad’s quest. Not that he didn’t feel a hit of relief when she asked, “Paid in full?”
“Maybe.”
She bit his bottom lip.
“Yes. Paid in full.”
She sucked the lip she’d bitten. Followed that with a kiss and then a string of them as Tyler occupied the shower.
Tyler emerged from the bathroom.
Shane willed him back to bed, but wasn’t surprised when Tyler said, “Anybody interested in finding the Spyder?”
Madison rolled off. “Stanford here we come.”
And I go back to being good, waiting
Tyler out.
Tyler claimed the backseat. Madison the shotgun seat. As they got on the freeway, she said, “Want to bet how many clues are left before the meet with Bio-dad?”
Tyler groaned. “Now I know he’s corrupted you.”
“What are the stakes?” Shane asked.
“Winner gets to play out a sexual fantasy, within reason, and it can only involve the three of us. If there are two winners they can confer.”
He grinned. “No losers in other words.”
“True.”
“I’m going to start charging you for using my line.”
“You can run a tab. Maybe I’ll pay up, maybe I won’t.”
Her smile said he was certainly welcome to try and make her pay in the event that she didn’t.
“You in, Tyler?” he asked.
“I’m in. I say there aren’t any more clues. He’s told Madison the stuff he doesn’t have the guts to tell her in person. Whatever we find in the car will lead directly to the meet with Bio-Dad.”
Shane tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “Yeah, that feels right to me too. The license plate was a give. He’s done with the walk down memory lane. No more clues.”
“One more,” Madison said. “And I think he’ll leave it up to me whether or not we meet.”
“No way,” Shane said. “Tyler?”
“On the fence with that one. No, I’m with Madison, but only because he’s counting on her being curious about Bio-mom.”
The erratic movement of headlights had Shane watching the rearview mirror. “We’ve got a couple of idiots behind us.”
Two cars were coming fast, moving back and forth between the lanes, weaving around and between other vehicles, a light-colored car that turned out to be silver when illuminated by headlights.
Tyler turned in his seat. “Racing.”
The silver car reached a big rig just edging past an SUV towing a trailer. It ducked between the eighteen-wheeler and the SUV, then sped up.
The dark car accelerated. It screamed past the trucker. Whipped in front of him, trying to catch the first car.
Shane moved left to give them plenty of room.
The silver car crossed to the lane he was in.
The dark car put on a burst of speed, catching and racing alongside the silver.