by Trace, Piper
Though her body felt slack with satisfaction, Charley had not yet had his fill of her. He sat back on his heels, hauling her hips into the air, not even slowing long enough for Evie to relish the orgasm he’d given her. Wrapping his hands around her hip bones, he dug his fingers into her flesh, pulling back on her pelvis for leverage as he lunged into her. With this technique, every thrust buried him in her. “Are you gonna come again?” His words were ragged. “You’re gonna come again for me, aren’t you Evie? You love this.” He punctuated the accusation with a sharp smack on her bottom.
She yelped at the sting and Charley adjusted her backwards so his thighs slapped against her ass making a sound of wild, pounding, driving sex. The exact kind of sex Charley and Evie were having two doors down from the man who’d ordered it. “I’m not gonna let you sleep tonight until I make you come again,” he growled.
“Oh, she’s going to come again, but I’ll decide when.” Ford’s voice came from the direction of the door and Evie and Charley froze.
“Jesus, Ford,” Charley breathed. “You scared me.”
Ford strode across the room and Evie realized with a start that he was naked.
And hard.
“How long have you been watching us?” Adrenalin coursed through her body and her voice squeaked, reflecting the instinctual stab of guilt in her gut, though it was Ford who’d insisted she screw the man whose dick was now still halfway inside her.
“Long enough,” he answered, his tone completely neutral. “Charley, pull out. I want to be inside her.”
Evie’s eyes widened, but she didn’t speak. She watched over her shoulder, feeling that the scene was unreal—like it was happening to someone else. Charley slid out of her and moved aside. Ford climbed onto the bed and replaced Charley’s cock immediately with his own, burying himself in her to the hilt with his first thrust. Biting down on a gasp, she instead made an incoherent noise reflecting some reaction between pleasure and pain.
“My,” Ford said, his voice low and dark, “Evangeline, you have been well-fucked already, haven’t you?” He grabbed her hips and drove into her mercilessly, her breath hitching with every powerful thrust.
“I enjoyed watching Charley take you,” Ford whispered, his voice hoarse. “Did you like what he did to you?”
Her hair tickled her upper back as it tossed wildly in response to her enthusiastic nod.
“Out loud,” Ford demanded, his tone harsh. He didn’t rein in his pounding stroke.
“Yes,” she gasped. “I liked…having sex with Charley.” She squeezed her eyes shut, her embarrassment about being forced to vocalize it momentarily overcoming her desire to please Ford. She looked around for Charley, as much for comfort and assurance as anything. He was at the side of her bed, hand wrapped around his erection. She could see his cock in the moonlight, still glistening with her wetness. He slowly handled himself, waiting for his turn with her.
With that thought, her rational brain all but vanished, and she was left with only animal desire to savor this uninhibited, decadent behavior. She’d agreed to be their toy, to play with whenever they wanted her. It was surreal, but as she reviewed the scene—that she was in a room with two men who were taking turns fucking her, who planned to use her until they both came, inside her or all over her—the crass picture made all the overstimulated nerve endings of her pussy snap taut. She cried out as a wave of near-orgasm twanged through her.
So close!
She was seconds from coming again. But just as she neared the edge, Ford pulled out abruptly. Keeping his hands clamped to her hips, he curled his tall body over her to rest his damp forehead between her shoulder blades. His labored breathing matched her own. Evie glanced back at him and pushed herself backwards, angling to come in contact with his cock again.
“No.” Ford pushed her forward and flattened her to the bed. She whined, wriggling her bottom under him like a succubus. “No more.” He knelt back and swatted her bottom with his open palm, the smack echoing through the room like a firecracker. Evie bit down on her cry of pain as Ford continued. “I only wanted to feel you after another man had been inside you. But I told you I wasn’t going to fuck you like you wanted me to tonight, and I meant it. Now turn over.”
She eased around, wary of the possibility of another spank. Her fear sharpened her excitement to a near unbearable level as Ford still knelt so closely, his cock hanging heavy and hard above her. But Ford turned his attention to Charley, still standing next to the bed with his unspent erection in his hand. “I came for Charley tonight.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHARLEY’S POSTURE STIFFENED and he flicked startled eyes to Ford’s. His hand dropped away from his cock as he took a step backward.
“Charley?” Ford seemed to search his friend’s face, his voice instantly unsure.
Charley blanched and recovered, drawing close to Ford. Evie could see Charley’s massive chest expand and contract as if he’d just run a marathon. “I’m sorry,” he said, ducking to catch Ford’s eyes. The space between the two men disappeared as Charley pressed even closer, speaking to Ford with such purposeful intimacy, as if they were the only two people in the room. “I wasn’t expecting to hear you say that, but I’m so glad you did.”
Ford’s demeanor had gone still and distant as if a wall had come down around him. Charley’s small hesitation seemed to have given Ford a moment to second-guess what he was doing.
Evie, who’d forgotten all about her own nakedness and need for attention, tensed. This could be a bad moment for all of them. In spite of all of the frequent and seemingly casual throwing about of cum, sex and orgasms among the unlikely trio, they were playing a serious and delicate mental game.
But Charley didn’t allow Ford the chance to change his mind. He molded himself along Ford’s side, murmuring to him. Though she couldn’t see clearly in the moonlit room, Evie knew Charley’s erection must have been pressed against Ford’s hip.
Charley slid his bear paw of a hand down Ford’s arm to cover the other man’s hand with his own, squeezing. Their clasped hands rested casually so close to Ford’s cock that Charley’s large knuckles must have been grazing Ford’s balls. Charley nuzzled his nose up the side of the other man’s face before assuring him in a soothing purr. “I’m so glad you joined us. We both wanted you here.” His next words he spoke slowly, in between exploring Ford’s ear and neck with those full lips. “I want to be with you Ford, if you’ll let me.” Evie couldn’t seem to get enough air.
Ford’s eyes slid closed and he leaned into Charley’s face, his body seeming to surrender to the magnetism of the larger man. Their clasped hands moved to Ford’s erection and Charley immediately untangled his fingers and fisted his hand around his friend’s penis. Ford covered Charley’s hand with his own for a heartbeat and Evie was afraid he’d remove Charley’s hand from his dick, but instead, Ford groaned and thrust his length into his best friend’s fist. He turned to Charley and pulled him into an embrace, kissing him with the power of two thunderclouds colliding.
Evie couldn’t help it. She fumbled for the switch on the small lamp next to her bed. This, she didn’t want to miss. She’d never before considered a man being with another man to be a subject of her sexual fantasies, but Charley and Ford were enough to make her revise her entire masturbation repertoire for life.
There was something about the two men together. Physically, they were both gorgeous, each in his own way, but it was more than that. The attraction between Ford and Charley was real and raw. As if it didn’t matter to them what gender they were, that they came from such different worlds, that they were such different people. They were so obviously drawn to each other, interested in each other’s bodies—each other’s pleasure—and the genuine affection between them made their naked intertwining all the more sexy.
As lost as they were in their deep kiss, the men seemed oblivious that the room was suddenly washed in the dim light of the small bulb. Evie watched transfixed, relishing every second of the forbid
den treat. The men’s strong jaws worked as they plundered each other’s mouths, their arms straining and powerful as they grasped at each other’s hard bodies like only two men would. Charley’s shoulder muscles rolled as he shoved his hand lower to clamp around Ford’s balls, tugging them downward, harder, it seemed, than Evie would have dared, but Ford groaned and his body dipped as he appeared to momentarily lose support in his knees at the rough handling.
Charley held him pinned to his chest, and worked Ford’s balls in the palm of his hand. Ford moaned, his head down and buried in the crook of Charley’s neck. Evie saw Ford’s long fingers trail, hesitantly at first, and then with more purpose, down Charley’s back until he could explore the deep contours of Charley’s fantastic ass. Soon his confidence in the act—or maybe need—took over, because Evie saw Ford dig his fingers into Charley’s flesh and pull his tight butt cheeks apart as he ground against him. Charley made a guttural noise and drew his head back, his eyes burning into Ford’s. Evie knew exactly what he was thinking.
“What are you going to let me have from you, Ford?”
When Ford only smoldered back, offering no hints, Charley collapsed to his knees in front of the man and looked up at him, his eyes entreating. Evie could read the absolute devotion and hunger on Charley’s face. She knew Ford could too. Unlike the night before, Evie had no participation in this. This was only the two men. Could Ford accept that turn in their relationship?
A shiver passed through her, drawing her nipples into hard points. What would it be like to have a man like Charley offer you all of him, anything you wanted to take? Up to and including what would destroy him. It was beautiful and heartbreaking, and Evie felt her nerves strained to the snapping point as she studied Ford for any hint of acceptance of Charley’s love.
Evie had grown so close to Charley, was so connected to both of the men, as if they were hers and she was theirs. And she knew from personal experience what it felt like to offer Ford anything he wanted to take. She knew the secret thought that accompanied such total submission. “Please let me give you anything you need, no matter what the cost.”
For Charley and Evie, their submission to the elegant, icy, angel-faced Ford was a raw and voluntary servitude. Evie feared in her gut, though she tried to smother the thought, that they wanted to be on their knees for Ford, pleasing him, because they were both desperately in love with the eccentric, imperfect, infuriating man.
Ford stared down at the bigger man bent in front of him and Evie prayed he would accept Charley’s offering. A moment stretched wherein it seemed no one in the room breathed. The trio was at a precipice—continue down this road that none of them would have imagined a week ago, or call the whole thing off. Ford was the only one who could decide for them all. They belonged to him, mind, body and soul.
Finally, Ford reached out and ran his hand slowly through Charley’s shaggy hair until he cupped the back of his head. Fisting his fingers into Charley’s hair, he pulled the man’s face to his erection. “Do it,” was all he said.
Charley groaned and captured Ford in his mouth, curling his shoulders toward the object of his desire and wrapping his arms around Ford’s hips in a sort of deep, fellatio embrace. Hungry, wet noises came from Charley’s lips as he savored all of Ford’s rigid length he could sink into his throat.
Ford closed his eyes. “Goddamn, you can suck hard.” Ford’s voice wavered. “Keep doing it. Just like that. Yes…”
Evie realized she was holding her breath while she ogled the spectacle. She eased back, pulling her legs to her chest and wrapping her arms around them slowly, trying to be quiet to avoid disrupting the two men. It was awfully fun to watch.
Her eyes flicked to Charley’s penis, which jutted hard in the air in front of him, an exclamation point aching to be addressed. Charley pumped his hips into nothing as he worked Ford’s dick, obviously desperate for his own stimulation. It was shockingly hot, watching the two well-muscled men together, Charley’s head bobbing up and down on Ford’s generous length, Ford’s legs trembling in response.
Almost without thinking Evie reached down to help stoke her own growing fire.
She worked her fingers over her clit, pressing downward in matching cadence to Charley’s bobs. Charley popped Ford’s swollen glans out of his mouth and flicked at it with his tongue, savoring the liquid he was coaxing out of it by swirling his tongue around the broad tip of Ford’s cock. Ford grabbed Charley’s head with both hands and forced his cock back between the man’s lips, looking as if he intended to fuck Charley’s throat. He made an animal noise.
Evie’s breath hitched and she added her other hand between her legs so she could plunge her fingers into her pussy while rubbing her wet clit. She sighed, content to bring herself to orgasm while watching Charley suck Ford off.
But her sigh drew Ford’s attention and he straightened, taking his hands off Charley’s head. “Evangeline, what are you doing?” Charley paused looking first up to Ford and then over at Evie, confusion on his face at the interruption.
She jerked her hands away from her hot pussy and sat up straight, feeling suddenly exposed. Her face warmed. “I was…it was just…hot. Watching Charley do that to you.”
Ford looked down at Charley with a dimple-heavy smirk. “I imagine it was. It was hot having Charley do that to me.” He turned back to Evie. “But I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself. We’ve made a deal and your body belongs to me. Your orgasms belong to me. I say when you can come.”
“But I—”
“Don’t argue with me.” Ford raised his voice, his hands clenching in obvious frustration.
But Evie’s temper flared too. She wanted satisfaction just like they did. “That’s not fair, Ford. Why do you care if I just—”
“Evie,” Ford interrupted her. “I never said I wasn’t going to take care of you. I want to take care of you. I will always take care of you, but you have to trust me. You have got to allow me to be in charge. Why is that so hard for you?”
She didn’t answer, impatience making her chew at the inside of her cheek. She tucked her hands under her butt, huffing her breath. Somehow, Ford forbidding her to touch herself made her want to find release at her own hand all the more desperately.
Ford turned to Charley. “Please excuse me for a minute. I’d like you to wait on the bed with Evie.” Ford touched Charley’s troubled face. “Don’t look like that. I’ll be back to see this through.”
Charley eased onto the bed as Ford strode out of the room. Neither Evie nor Charley spoke at first. Finally Evie ventured, “What do you think he has in mind?”
Charley snorted his lips curling into a smile. “With Ford, who knows?”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Ford returned, carrying what looked like a handful of leather straps. Propping Evie’s pillows at the head of her bed, he instructed her tersely, “Lean back on these pillows and put your hands over your head.”
Evie exchanged a glance with Charley, who only shrugged. She did what she was told. Her heart pounding, she raised her hands over her head and looked at Ford. He deftly tied a leather strap around one of her wrists and fed the strap through something… Only then did Evie notice the ring secured to her headboard. She flipped her head in the other direction and found one there too. Two dull nickel rings, attached securely to the pretty bed, nearly invisible against the swirling silver and blue design of the upholstered headboard. The rings were positioned at just the right width apart to tether the arms of a woman Evie’s size.
She gasped. “You had those added to my bed?” Ford only winked at her, looking wickedly pleased with himself. “I can’t believe your presumptuousness!” she squeaked.
Ford moved to secure her other hand, speaking in his infuriating, logical manner. “And yet here you are, love, tied to your bed naked, with two erect men in the room with you, not forty-eight hours after you moved in. And with an agreement to let us do anything we want to you.” Evie felt her face flush even redder, half w
ith anger, half with shame.
Ford paused, kissing Evie’s hot cheek and down to her neck, his lips managing somehow to erase her negative feelings about his preparations to her bed. “There you go again, breaking my rules. I said no shame, my love. I won’t allow it.” A smile lit across his face, his dimples turning him into an angel again. “Still so willful and now this? You are absolutely begging to be punished.” He ran a finger lightly over her lips, making her pant in response to her heightened pulse. “Soon,” he whispered. He sounded delighted that she’d broken his rules, and Evie’s stomach clenched in trepidation. What did punishment mean to Ford?
“Now Evie,” he persuaded. “Don’t think of it as presumptuousness. We’ve always had a connection—you know that. We’re giving each other a great gift—the gift of exploring our darkest sexual desires. After our encounter in the library, I had a good idea what you needed and I had every intention of making it happen when you moved here. Nothing could have deterred me.” He kissed her gently on the lips, his teeth catching her bottom lip and biting with just enough pressure to make her core clench in pleasure. “I always get what I want. Now don’t over-think it.”
He smiled and his face was so gorgeous—absolute perfection, absolute confidence—but it was his eyes that won her over. It wasn’t confidence she saw in his beautiful, green eyes, it was hope. Hope that she wouldn’t reject him.
She didn’t respond, but pulled on her hands, testing the security of the rings. Her wrists were held tight. Sighing, she settled back and asked softly, “So what now?”
“Now I’ll allow you to make a choice. You can have Charley to privately finish what I walked in on, giving you total satisfaction, or you can watch, unsatisfied and with no attention to your sexual needs, while I try things Charley’s way.”
Evie’s eyes flew to Charley’s. They exchanged a wordless, “holy shit”.
Evie didn’t hesitate. “You with Charley.”