COME WHEN CALLED (Billionaire & Biker Menage Romance)

by Trace, Piper

“Evie…” Charley’s voice sounded anguished at her sacrifice.

  “No. Ford says I get to choose. That’s my choice.”

  Ford handed a longer leather strap to Charley. “Tie her ankle.” Charley met Evie’s gaze and she could not mistake the love and gratitude burning in his wide, brown eyes. He bent to secure her ankle to a similar ring in the foot-board, squeezing her leg affectionately when he was done. Ford tied her other ankle to a fourth ring.

  The pillows propped her head and upper body up at a comfortable angle, giving her a clear view of the end of her bed. Taking a deep breath, Ford met Charley’s eyes across the bed. Charley stared back at the man. For a moment they looked like any two men considering how to tackle a challenge together. Except these two men were naked and semi-hard, and their “challenge” was how to fuck each other.

  Butterflies swooped in Evie’s stomach and her breathing grew shallow. She could only imagine what Charley must be feeling. But the silence between Charley and Ford began to stretch a few beats too long. Evie grew uneasy. Someone had to make a move before everyone’s bravery crumbled.

  “I don’t get why I have to be tied up for this. I’m not even participating,” she whined, hoping to snap Ford back to his in-charge, dominant demeanor where he was so comfortable. It worked.

  Ford’s posture straightened and his eyes flashed toward Evie. “I’ve asked you not to touch yourself and I don’t trust you.” He raked his eyes from Evie’s wrists, down her naked body to her exposed pussy. Her legs were forcibly spread, preventing her from closing them or covering herself. Or stopping the two men from each taking her in turn.

  She whimpered at the thought, praying Ford couldn’t see the juices that evidenced her excitement trickling to her thighs. “Besides,” he murmured. “I like you tied like that.” His voice grew more sure as he finished addressing her. “It gets me off, and that is reason enough.”

  Now radiating the confidence that was so attractive on him, Ford turned back to Charley. “From what I’ve experienced so far, I’d say things are about to get very hot.”

  With that, Charley’s posture visibly relaxed and he grinned at Ford. “You have no idea,” Charley drawled, shaking his head.

  Ford pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes, looking every inch the sexy, natural dominant that he was. “I’m no expert on how this works, but I suppose we’ll need some lubricant.

  “Got it!” Charley whirled around and snatched his jeans from the floor, pulling a tube of something from his pocket.

  Ford and Evie both raised their eyebrows. “Do you always carry lube around in your pocket?” Ford asked, bemused.

  “Only when I’m coming over here.” Charley looked back and forth between Evie and Ford. “Hey, a boy can hope, can’t he?”

  Evie laughed but Ford only put his hand out to Charley, his lips twitching. “Come here.”

  Charley crawled onto the bed, locking eyes with Ford and moving on hands and knees until he was in front of him. Charley was careful to avoid Evie’s tethers.

  Charley knelt up when he reached Ford and opened the tube of lubrication, squirting a generous amount into his palm. He slathered the lube onto Ford’s cock, working the billionaire to rigidness again. He didn’t take his eyes from Ford’s face as he stroked and squeezed him.

  Ford closed his eyes and blew out his breath, sounding as if he was searching for control of his body’s response. “I loved that night when you made us both come. Your hands are so big.”

  Evie realized Ford was referring to the one and only encounter he and Charley had together before Evie came to live there. He’d never acknowledged it, according to Charley. This was big.

  The same thought must have been going through Charley’s head. “You liked that?” he asked Ford softly.

  “I’ve thought of that night many times.”

  Charley closed his eyes and took two deep breaths. When he opened them his whole being looked as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He stretched up to Ford’s face, kissing him softly on the lips. “Me too,” Charley whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “So many times. And I can give you other things you’ll like too.” He licked his tongue across Ford’s lips, and his best friend stilled, closing his eyes. Charley spoke against the corner of Ford’s mouth, so softly Evie almost couldn’t make it out.

  “I can give you tighter things. Hotter things.”

  Ford opened his eyes and grasped Charley’s shoulders, locking eyes with him. “I want that. Tonight, Charley.” Ford’s voice was hard, sure, and Charley moaned, catching his own cock in his other hand and squeezing himself in response to Ford’s words. Evie bit her lip. This was fucking intense. But Ford grew suddenly serious. “I’ve never done this before. You will tell me if I do something you don’t want me to do?”

  Charley shook his head, pulling on Ford’s cock in time with his own, and answered in a hoarse whisper. “The only thing I don’t want you to do tonight, Ford, is stop until you come as deep in my tight ass as you can bury your cock.”

  “Jesus,” Evie whispered. She was trembling as waves of excitement crashed over her with nowhere to release their energy. She pulled her restraints tight.

  Ford groaned, practically leaping to the other side of the bed and positioning himself behind Charley. He put his hands on the man’s massive shoulders and took a breath before looking down and very purposefully wedging his erection between Charley’s ass cheeks. Charley closed his eyes. Ford slowly stroked forward along the crease, pleasuring himself and lubing Charley’s bottom at the same time.

  Charley groaned, throwing himself forward on all fours and gripping the duvet with murderous strength. He pressed his hips back to Ford, but Ford stopped to retrieve the tube of lubricant Charley had dropped on the bed. He slathered more slick gel onto his fingers and then pressed those wet fingers against Charley’s sensitive opening. Evie watched Ford’s forearm muscles solidify and roll under his tanned skin as he worked his fingers against Charley’s asshole, spreading the lubricant and making Charley’s cock jump.

  “Is it okay if Evie’s here? Mine and Evie’s first time was private. Do you want ours to be private too?” Ford asked Charley the question with a tone of genuine concern, though Evie saw one of his fingers disappear into Charley’s ass without waiting for an answer. Charley shuddered at the penetration, his face a mixture of heat and heaven.

  Evie’s eyebrows rose. That question sounded caring, emotional. Ford didn’t usually play in that world. She was shocked he’d even thought to ask.

  “No.” Charley’s voice was hoarse. “She’s part of this. I want her here.” Charley wrapped one of his hands around Evie’s bound ankle, squeezing. Her heart leapt with affection for the man.

  “Good.” Ford said. “I want her here too. I want her to watch me satisfy myself in your ass.” Ford pushed a second finger into him and Charley arched his back, meeting the thrust of Ford’s fingers. Ford looked up at Evie. “Pay attention, Evangeline,” he growled. “I will have your ass soon too. And so will Charley.”

  Evie gulped in a breath, fear and desire coalescing into a state of desperate excitement. The bossier and cruder Ford got, the more her body rocketed to a higher plane of lust. The corner of Ford’s mouth curled as he considered her reaction. He locked eyes with her while he continued to work his fingers into Charley, who was moaning softly now. For a moment, Ford’s dimples betrayed the hardness he seemed to be trying to project. He quickly turned his attention back to Charley, muttering, “One more, I think,” and sank a third finger home.

  Charley dropped his shoulders to the bed as if supplicating himself, leaving his ass high in the air. Ford’s arm muscles stood out in relief, evidencing the strength at which he was stretching Charley’s asshole, preparing him to accommodate Ford’s large erection.

  Ford leaned over Charley murmuring softly as if they were the only two lovers in the room. “Charley, you and I don’t have the same kind of relationship as I have with Evie.” Ford’s voice wavered, but with eff
ort or passion, Evie didn’t know. “If you need me to stop at any moment, just tell me and I’ll stop immediately. I don’t want to hurt you unnecessarily.”

  Charley half-moaned, half-chuckled into the softness of the feather duvet. “I’ve done this a few times before, Ford. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

  “If that’s truly the case—” Ford sounded as if he were speaking through gritted teeth, “—then I’m going to go as hard and deep as I’ve been wanting to in your ass.”

  Charley made a choked noise that sounded as full of anticipation as it did passion. Blood pounded through Evie’s body and she realized she was straining against her leather straps just to get closer to the men. She had a perfect and unobstructed view of what they were engaging in, and saw the very moment Ford pulled his fingers from Charley’s ass and replaced them with his erection, poised at Charley’s entrance. Ford held his cock at its wide base to guide it and wrapped his other hand around the side of Charley’s sinewed hip to use as leverage.

  Evie bit her lip and whimpered when she saw Ford’s arm and butt muscles contract as he committed to his first thrust into Charley’s ass. In spite of his promise to pound Charley hard, Ford eased himself in, his face a picture of awe, ecstasy and bare restraint. The head of his cock disappeared into Charley’s hole. Slowly then, one inches, two inches… Ford’s legs were visibly trembling with his apparent effort at control.

  Charley moaned low and long when Ford’s entered him. As hot as the scene was, the look on Charley’s face broke Evie’s heart a little. She saw love, pure and vulnerable, on Charley’s rapt expression. And she wondered if he could handle having sex with Ford. She was concerned about Charley’s heart, not his body.

  Could Charley get over this intimate act if Ford could never love him back? Could Charley resign himself to casual sex with his best friend? What if Ford decided it was a passing whimsy and he wasn’t interested in having sex with Charley again? Evie was hopeful about her ability to keep her emotions out of the sex she had with Ford, but Charley, who was already in love with Ford, was in a more vulnerable state.

  Charley pushed backwards impatiently, sheathing Ford to the balls in his ass. Ford and Charley both grunted—satisfied, animal sounds. The virile sound of two powerful men having sex. Evie had never heard anything more primitive than those grunts. Or anything hotter.

  “God Ford, you’re inside me…” Charley trailed off, squeezing his eyes shut. “Feels so good.”

  Evie seemed to forget all propriety. She moaned and writhed against her ties, straining to get to the men, to get in on the feral lovemaking. But her restraints did not give. The two men were so engaged in their moment they didn’t even seem to notice her reaction.

  Ford put his free hand around Charley’s other hip, lower so as not to block Evie’s view, and pulled himself slowly out to the rounded tip of his cock before plowing back into him. Both men grunted again. Ford began rocking in and out of Charley slowly, seeming to take his time to explore the sensations of being inside a man. He stared at his cock disappearing again and again into Charley’s hard, muscular bottom, as if mesmerized. Ford’s chiseled face looked hungry but determined, as if he could stay there in Charley’s ass, fucking him for countless hours while Evie watched, until neither man could stand up.

  “I hope you’re ready to take me hard, Charley,” Ford’s deep voice was gravelly, and strained with the effort of his control. “‘Cause I’m gonna give it to you hard.”

  “God yes,” Charley sighed. “Fuck me hard, Ford. Fuck me any way you need it.” Charley rocked his hips back, slamming his ass into Ford’s pelvis and burying Ford’s substantial cock inside him. “I want you to love my ass, Ford. I want you to love to fuck it.”

  Damn, Evie thought. These two talk dirtier than I do with either of them. She craned her head to get the absolute best view of Ford sinking again and again into Charley.

  Ford dropped his chin, his shoulders bunching with effort as he picked up his pace until his thighs smacked sharply against Charley’s ass. That sound nearly drove Evie out of her mind. Ford was driving his cock relentlessly into Charley’s backside. The two men shook the bed with the power of an earthquake. Evie wondered if Ford was really letting go—having sex rougher and more powerfully than he’d ever been able to with a woman. Charley was built like a tank and could certainly take a hell of a hard fucking.

  “You’re in me so goddamned deep…” Charley made a sound that Evie would have thought was a cry of anguish if she hadn’t been looking right at his unmistakably rapture-filled face right at that moment. “Can’t hold out, Ford. Too good. Gonna come,” Charley gasped almost incoherently in between poundings.

  Evie felt her eyes widen. No one and nothing was touching Charley’s cock, which bobbed under him, heavy and flushed red. He was going to come just from Ford fucking his ass? With no contact to his own cock at all? Was that even possible?

  “You will not stop until I’m completely done in your ass,” Ford growled, reaching around Charley and squeezing his hand around the base of Charley’s dick, preventing him from release.

  “Let me come while you’re in me. Goddamn, let me come!” Charley pleaded, his eyes shut. This time the cry he made truly was one of anguish. The hand he’d wrapped around Evie’s ankle squeezed so hard she cried out, afraid he might break her bones in his frenzied state.

  A moment later Ford released his seed inside Charley with what looked like the power and heat of a mighty volcano. He slammed his dick home in the man’s ass two more times, and with a wild yell of triumph, shuddered as he buried himself in Charley’s tight hole and came. He released his tight grip on Charley’s erection and didn’t even bother to stroke the other man. But it didn’t matter. Charley didn’t require it. As soon as Ford released his grip on Charley’s manhood, Charley cried out and orgasmed with a sound of tortured relief, his cock jumping as he orgasmed into the air, with nothing touching his gorgeous erection at all.

  Evie moaned, her clit feeling as tortured as Charley’s face had looked before Ford had released him. She clenched her vaginal muscles, trying to coax the relief she desperately needed, but she couldn’t. Not with her legs forced so far apart. Ropes of Charley’s hot, wet cum landed on her leg in pulses as Charley nearly sobbed with the intense release the orgasm drained from him.

  Ford grunted as he bucked the last of his seemingly never-ending load into Charley’s ass. Finally, Ford collapsed against Charley’s back as Charley seemed to lose his strength too and sank to the bed. They didn’t move for several heartbeats, and all Evie could hear was their labored breathing.

  Each man looked exhausted, as if each had given all he could and taken all he could take from the other, their cocks generous and greedy at the same time. Ford had demanded complete satisfaction but had also managed to give what had looked like unending pleasure to his friend.

  Finally, Ford sat back, allowing his softening, wet cock to slip out of Charley’s now well-fucked ass. Charley groaned sleepily at the loss. “Don’t move,” Ford ordered, then got up and padded to the bathroom.

  Charley turned his head without lifting it from the bed and opened his heavy eyelids just enough to find Evie’s eyes. He smiled sheepishly, and they didn’t need to say anything. Evie knew what he was feeling.

  The. Best. Ever.

  Evie had known that feeling every time Ford had pushed her further down his sexual rabbit hole. Charley kissed her shin, letting his eyes slip closed again. “Glad you were here with me,” he whispered. “Someone else saw it so it must have been real.”

  Evie smiled. “I saw it this time, Charley,” Evie whispered back. “It happened, and it looked really, really good.” Charley just smiled, resting his cheek on her leg.

  Ford returned looking fresh from a quick shower and carrying a warm washcloth and a towel. Moisture highlighted his mop of hair and his naked skin was beaded with droplets that caught the light. Charley raised his upper body and reached for the washcloth but Ford shushed him and pressed him back d
own to the bed. He took his time, cleaning Charley gently, thoroughly, asking if he was okay, if he needed anything.

  “Not that I’m complaining about the sponge bath, Ford, but I’m fine. Promise,” Charley assured him.

  After Ford cleaned the cum that had splashed onto Evie’s legs, he stretched onto the foot of the bed next to Charley, a smile playing across his refined features. “Sorry I was so rough on you.”

  Charley laughed. “Thanks for saying that, but no you’re not. How long have we been friends?” Ford raised his eyebrows, shrugging one shoulder in mock surrender to Charley’s words. “You love to push. You’re never happy until you see how far you can take things.”

  Ford’s dimples flashed to life, highlighting a wicked smile. “You do know me, don’t you?” he murmured, toweling Charley’s backside completely dry. “I’m proud of you, Charley. Impressed. You took that like a man.”

  “And that’s exactly how I wanted it.”

  “Um, guys, I hate to interrupt, but…tied up here. And my butt’s falling asleep.” Evie pushed her shoulders into the pillows shifting to get the blood flowing again in her backside.

  Ford smiled up at Evie—a radiant, satisfied smile, so beautiful on his expressive lips—and Evie felt a wash of affection for the man. As quickly as it came, Evie felt sick to her stomach. She liked him. Liked him in a way she shouldn’t. Liked him a lot. And he had kissed Charley in a deep and passionate way. He’d poured himself into that kiss. Why wouldn’t Ford kiss her with the same abandon?

  She didn’t want to feel jealous of Charley. After all, when the job was over and she was gone, she hoped Charley and Ford would stay together and be happy. But she couldn’t help the feeling of disappointment that crept over her that she’d never had a kiss like that from him.

  Ford spoke to Charley. “What do you think? Has she learned her lesson? Should we let her go?”

  “Yes,” Charley grunted, sounding half asleep.

  “I don’t know. She’s really bad at following my rules…”

  “C’mon, stop playing with her. Let her go.” Charley’s voice was thick with exhaustion and muffled against Evie’s shin.