COME WHEN CALLED (Billionaire & Biker Menage Romance)

by Trace, Piper

  Evie relayed the information in unsteady bursts of breath, getting lost in Charley’s touch. “Umm, you and Ford. Pants down. Your hand around his erection. He, um, pushed into your grip.”

  “Oh yes. That was a good moment.” Charley closed his eyes and sighed, biting his lip as he thrust his fingers into her again.

  Goddamn. She wanted to bite that lip for him. Suck it between her teeth for a minute. Maybe five.

  “So since he’s responding, I figure I’m on the right track. I started to stroke him.” Charley’s voice was growing hoarse, and he paused to kiss her hard nipples again, sucking first one, then the other, while he kept his rhythm into her. She moved back against him, aiding in his efforts to pleasure her. He found her mouth, kissing her deeply. She didn’t know if she’d ever been kissed this much by any man. And she loved it.

  “Touch me too, Evie” he whispered. Locking eyes with him, she reached down between them, closing her hand over his erection.

  “Tell me what Ford did when you were stroking him off, Charley.” She curled her toes at the intense pang excitement those words sent through her.

  Charley licked his lips and continued. “Ford moaned, so I squeezed his cock and tugged on it hard, to pull him closer to me. He closed his eyes and just let me work him up and down. I could see his thigh muscles bulging in the moonlight—his body was so tense. His jaw clenched and unclenched, but he didn’t try to touch me at all, and I was dying for it. So finally I couldn’t stand it any longer, and I reached up and start jacking my own cock too, right in front of his.”

  Evie squeezed Charley’s erection, smoothing droplets of precum around the broad head. Charley started thrusting into her hand, not once neglecting the stimulation he was providing her at the same time.

  His voice dropped to an unsteady whisper, as if he didn’t have quite enough free lung capacity to finish the story. “At this point we’re standing very close to each other, and I don’t even know if he has his eyes open or not, because I’m jacking his cock like an inch from my own, and I can’t take my eyes off the sight. I’m so excited I don’t even think anymore about the consequences. I just want to come and to make him come, so I pulled his erection against mine and wrapped my hands around us both, stroking us at the same time. Rubbing his hard cock against mine…mmm.”

  Charley broke off, breathing heavily. He spread his fingers inside her and picked up the pace of his thumb caressing against her nub. “Slow down. You’re going to make me come,” she gasped. “I wanna hear the rest of the story.”

  Easing back a bit on his rhythm, he continued. “I wanted him to put his arms around me, but he was gripping the bar with one arm and one of the barstools with the other. I could see his arm muscles working his hold on that bar like he was going to take the thing down with his bare hands. I’m pumping us with all I’ve got, but at that point we were both pushing against each other too. My hands were only doing half the work and the friction between us was doing the rest. I have pretty good control, so I slowed down and held myself off until I brought him there with me.”

  “Okay, faster now,” she whispered and saw him smile when he picked up his pace between her legs, the beautiful and familiar tension there sharpening.

  “I felt him start to cum so I looked down and watched him shoot in my hand, all over my dick and my stomach. Now my cock’s getting all slippery with Ford’s cum, and I’m still stroking it, lubricated and slick with the orgasm I gave him, and that was it. I lost it too. God, I think I said his name at least ten times as I came. Ford made this noise when he came, like a grunt—this strong, deep noise.”

  Evie nodded frantically. “I know that noise. So hot.”

  Charley groaned. “I swear to god it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, and I just exploded. I emptied myself against Ford—my cum on his stomach, his thighs, his dick. I felt our orgasms finish together, and I didn’t stop until I’d jerked every drop out of us both.”

  Suddenly, as if the end was too near for both, Charley pushed Evie flat onto the mattress, shifting his weight on top of her and forcing her to let go of him. He spread her legs roughly with his knee and pressed his thigh between her legs, rocking his massive, hard quad muscle against just the right spot, rhythmically, as if he were making love to her. He pinned his hand between her body and his thigh and continued his assault of pleasure with his fingers. Lowering his head, he touched his lips to her neck and kissed downward when a sudden, sharp pinch made her cry out as he nipped her shoulder blade with his teeth, cutting through the fog of her lust.

  She felt his lips on her ear, and through his ragged breath she made out his staggered, deliberate words. “What I really wanted right then was to drop to my knees in front of him and lick his beautiful cock and balls clean of both our cum. Swallow all of it, and then beg him to fuck my ass.”

  Evie climaxed. Charley’s last, honest words reminding her of the hot scene she’d witnessed earlier between the two men, sending her shattering under him. She writhed against the hard muscles in his leg as he pulled back, leaning over her naked body, and jerked himself to completion too. Just as the waves of her orgasm faded, Charley shot hot ropes of white cum onto her breasts and stomach, groaning over her in release. A few stronger jets, in the clenches of his powerful orgasm, made it to her chin and hair.

  His eyes were closed and he moaned until he finished his orgasm, finally collapsing to the bed beside her, completely spent. And she knew that although Charley was in bed with her, the wetness coating her naked breasts was really mostly for Ford. But she didn’t mind, she was thinking of him too.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHARLEY’S CHIN DROPPED to his chest when he was done, still breathing heavily, still poised over her. Evie looked down at her sticky body, holding her hands out to her sides.

  “Sorry. I got you pretty messy.” Charley looked sheepish. He jumped up.

  “No, it’s okay. Just let me —” She gestured toward the bathroom with her head.

  “Of course, sorry!” Charley moved backwards, getting out of her way.

  After a quick shower, Evie came back to bed, surprised to find Charley not only still there, but awake. He pulled the covers aside for her to crawl in next to him and when she did, he wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled against him, their naked bodies spooning in warm comfort. She felt him kiss the top of her head.

  “Your hair’s wet,” he whispered.

  “So.”

  “So it’s going to get the pillow wet.”

  “So get out of my bed if you don’t like it. It’s my pillow.”

  “I don’t want to get out of your bed.”

  “I don’t want you to either.”

  He squeezed her and she couldn’t remember feeling more relaxed and content than she did at that moment. “What happened next?” she asked.

  “Huh? Oh, you mean with Ford?”

  Evie nodded.

  “Nothing.” She felt him shrug. “He acted like it never happened.”

  “No, I mean specifically, what happened that night. Start from where you left off.”

  “Oh, well, he grabbed a towel from the bar and we cleaned ourselves up, put our clothes back together, Ford fixed those drinks and we went outside.”

  “Did he say anything? Did you?”

  “No, neither of us said a word. We just went outside with our drinks and sat down on the patio chairs. Then he started talking about the bike I was thinking of buying—just picked up the conversation where we’d left off as if I hadn’t just cleaned the man’s cum off my balls and stomach.”

  Evie remained silent for a moment. “That was it?”

  “That was it.”

  “Did you ever talk about it?”

  “Nope.”

  “Never?”

  “Never.”

  “Wow. I’m sorry.” They lay in silence again before Evie asked, “Did he give you the towel to clean off first?”

  “Huh?”

  “Did he clean himself off and then give yo
u the towel or did he hand you the towel first and use it when you were done?”

  “He let me clean off first.”

  “Maybe that was Ford’s way of saying thank you—acknowledging that he cared about you and what you did. He probably didn’t know what to say.”

  “Maybe. I never thought about it like that.” Charley went quiet and Evie felt her eyelids growing heavy. “Or maybe that’s just the etiquette of the sex-clean-up-towel.”

  “What?” She giggled.

  “Well, I don’t know. Maybe he learned it in charm school. ‘A gentleman always presents the sex towel first to the person wearing the gentleman’s semen before he cleans his own cum-soaked skin,’” Charley said in a faux snooty accent. Evie laughed for what seemed like three minutes straight.

  “Don’t make fun of my boss,” she teased when she’d finally caught her breath.

  “I’m not.” He kissed her head again. “I love him.”

  Evie didn’t say anything. “I’m so tired,” she finally managed through a yawn. “I can’t believe you weren’t asleep when I got out of the shower.”

  “Can’t sleep.” His voice grew serious. “But this will help. Being with you.” He squeezed her.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I have mixed feelings about tonight.”

  Evie’s feelings weren’t even organized enough to call them “mixed”. Her feelings were a chaotic, tangled, colossal mess, but rather than address that, she asked simply, “Why mixed?”

  “It seemed like Ford finally crossed a line with me tonight. And it was amazing. But I don’t like the way he shut you out at the end. Still, thanks for helping me.”

  The “Mr. Hawthorne” conversation. She didn’t like it either. “You’re welcome.” She found his hand around her waist and laced her fingers into his, squeezing. “I told you he didn’t want to be my boyfriend,” she whispered.

  “No, he wants to be your dominant.”

  “My what?”

  “It’s a BDSM term. Do you know what that is?”

  She shrugged again. “I guess I know a little bit about it. Is he into that?”

  Charley laughed. “Oh he’s into that, but he’s not in the scene.”

  “I don’t know what that means.”

  “I just mean he’s not a trained Dom. These can be very formal things. He’s a natural dominant, but he’s never explored that world. And honestly, I think that’s always been the issue with Ford and me. He has a real need for a submissive female. I think it’s so intrinsic to his nature that he can’t be truly satisfied without it. I think he knows instinctively that he can’t just be with me and be completely satisfied.”

  “So that’s what I am?” she asked, her voice small. “His submissive female?”

  Charley laughed again, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “Well, I’m no expert, but I don’t think you’re a natural submissive like he’s a natural dominant. You are way too mouthy, from what I’ve seen.” She jabbed him with her elbow. “But there’s something about Ford that makes you want to submit to him, isn’t there?”

  She felt herself blush, glad for the darkness. “Yes. But it’s more than that.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I can’t! It’s too personal.”

  “Really.” Charley’s voice was deliberately flat. “After everything that’s gone on today, you can’t tell me what turns you on?”

  She sighed. “I guess you’re right. I just never realized how exciting it is to me to be…like…available for the pleasure of men. For certain men, at least. Is that weird?”

  “No, it sounds fucking hot.”

  “You probably think everything’s hot.”

  “Hey now, no second-guessing your sexual desires, remember? House rules.”

  “I’m trying! This is all new to me. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never done these things before. It’s Ford. He’s just so in-charge, and when he demands something sexual from me, something crazy, it’s just so wrong, so against what I’ve always been taught I’m supposed to want. It makes me lose my mind.” Her voice dropped almost to a whisper. “And it scares me because I wonder if there’s a limit. I wonder if there’s anything I wouldn’t do if he asked me.”

  “Don’t let it scare you, Evie.” He caressed her hand lovingly with his thumb. “Just stay true to yourself and what feels good to you. If it feels good and you want to do it, do it. If it doesn’t, don’t. Ford will respect that.” He lifted his head to kiss her shoulder. “Are you enjoying yourself so far?”

  “I am, but…”

  “But what?”

  “Buuut…” She drew out the word, reluctant to finish the statement.

  “Tell me!”

  “You already know. I want to have sex. You wouldn’t do it, but Ford doesn’t seem to want to have sex with me.” Turning her head, she buried her face in her pillow.

  “Hey.” She felt him lift his head. “Hey. Where’d you go?” Letting go of her hand, he pulled on her shoulder. “Turn around.”

  She turned around, feeling sulky, and kept her eyes firmly shut.

  “Evie, that’s understandable. I’d want the same thing.” He put his finger under her chin, trying to raise her face to his.

  She opened her eyes, protesting his attempt to make her feel better. “But you’re a man!”

  He frowned at her dryly. “Are you really going to say something so clichéd?” Evie didn’t respond. “Tell him. Tomorrow.”

  “I can’t. I’m not supposed to be the one in charge.”

  “Negotiate it. Every BDSM relationship requires negotiation.”

  She laughed. “So that’s the label I’m looking for when I try to understand what I’m doing with Ford? I’m in a BDSM relationship with him? Because I’m so confused I don’t even know if I’m supposed to feel sad or not when he pushes me away. I don’t know what’s going on.” Then, after a breath she added, “And there’s something else I don’t understand. If you think Ford needs this ‘submission’ so much, why has he never gotten into—what’d you call it? ‘The scene’?”

  Charley shook his head. “His parents—his dad especially—did a number on that man. Ford is wound so tight, such a perfectionist, just like his father. But Ford’s gorgeous and charming and he’s got a wild streak—definitely not like his father. Everyone’s always wanted Ford—either his money or him. They wanted to be his friend or his lover or his employee, or whatever, but people were always throwing themselves at him. He learned early on how to get people to do whatever he wanted either by dangling money or himself. He learned how to trade on those things and I think it caused him to grow up way too quickly. But the real damage was done when he was sixteen. Ford idolized his father, but he’s not his father. Ford is a man of…particular tastes, and he told me he’s always known it. Just like I’ve always known I like men as much as I like women.” Charley grinned, the dim light coming through her many windows lighting the swell of his cheek.

  “So what happened?”

  “He was caught with the daughter of a very influential friend of his father’s.”

  “That can’t be that unusual.”

  “She was sixteen years old, naked and tied to the bed.”

  Evie gasped, clapping her hand over her mouth. “Oh my god!”

  “And Ford was fully clothed, standing over her with a riding crop from his father’s stables. It made him look like a deviant. It was completely consensual—in fact that girl was probably the envy of half the girls and boys in school—but it didn’t make a difference. The scandal had been set loose. Ford’s father spent a lot of time telling Ford what a freak he was, how he’d ruined their family’s reputation. How Ford would never have a normal relationship. How women don’t want the deviant things Ford wanted.”

  “Oh wow.” Evie imagined Ford, a handsome sixteen year old at that awkward age between boy and man, exploring his budding sexuality, and suddenly being publicly humiliated and brainwashed into believing his natural desires were repulsive and weird. �
�That must have been terrible for him.”

  “It was. Apparently he went from being Mr. All-American, Class-President-type to being withdrawn. A loner. His father sent him away to school in England and made him live with the Headmaster there. He wasn’t even allowed to live with the other kids. His father was so concerned that Ford might do something to a classmate if left unattended with them. He told Ford he had no idea what perverted things he might be capable of. And he made him see a counselor, hand-picked by his father to ‘cure’ him of his ‘abnormality’.”

  “Jesus,” Evie breathed. “He told you all of this?” Charley nodded. “Why?”

  “Because I asked him why he never likes any of the women he dates. I was hoping maybe he was gay, but it turns out he’s just a kinky bastard.” Charley laughed. “We had a long conversation about it because I could relate, my tastes being not exactly the norm either. Only I had it much easier. But Ford…” Charley mashed his lips together. “Now he makes it a point to only date the most ‘acceptable’ woman for his ‘station’. Women he’s not the least bit interested in.”

  “There are no rich or famous women into BDSM?”

  This time Charley belly-laughed, shaking the bed. “Oh, believe me. There’re plenty. But if Ford gets the idea they might lean in that direction, he runs. He won’t allow himself to explore that part of him.”

  “Until now?”

  Charley shrugged and added quietly, “Yeah, I guess. Until now.”