by Zoey Marcel
“Yes, sir.”
Aiden’s countenance changed for a moment and he began adjusting the hem of Justin’s T-shirt, clearing the rumples out, but not quite hiding something primal in his eyes. Justin didn’t seem to notice, but he flinched a little when the man put his hands on him despite the platonic gesture.
Justin looked irritated when his boss left. “Would you excuse me? If he asks I’m in the bathroom.”
“Sure,” she said.
He hurried off, seeming embarrassed.
* * * *
Diego collided with Justin on the way out of the men’s room. “Justin, didn’t I tell you to watch Melanie for me while I was in here?”
“Well…crap. I’m sorry. I just need to do something real quick.”
“You couldn’t hold it until I got back?”
Justin adjusted the sweatshirt tied around his waist to a position that wasn’t natural, like he was trying to hide something. “Look, man. My boss just sex—sucks.” He blushed and shoved past Diego. “God.”
Diego’s irritation became humor when he felt something long and hard in Justin’s pants bump his leg when the young man pushed past him to get into the restroom. Shaking his head, Diego walked quickly back into the main area where his sweetheart sat up on a barstool polishing off her ginger ale. He put his hand on her shoulder when he was near her again, pleased that she was all right.
“I missed you.” She leaned into him, purring a little like a content housecat.
“I missed you, too.” He put his arm around her and rubbed the bare skin peeking out of the sleeve of her pretty top. “Justin shouldn’t have left you alone.”
“I’m all right, Master. Only one person came over and asked me to dance.”
That immediately put him on the defensive. “Name him.”
She laughed. “Actually it was a woman.”
He smiled. “She can’t have you.”
Melanie smirked. “Darn. I was hoping.”
He cracked an entertained smile. “You’re adorable. Come with me. Let’s go find Greyson. Did any men bother you?”
“No. But a few of them looked at me and smiled. I think you should kill them for being so evil,” she teased.
He frowned and gave her a hard swat on the butt and then a playful scowl at her giggle. “Tonight is about pleasure rather than pain, but we could easily change that. I would not be so sassy if I were you, my little Melanie.”
“I’ll be good, Master.”
He gave her a squeeze as they headed down the hall together. “Not too good I hope.”
She grinned. “I’ll be as naughty as you want me to, Master.”
He gave her a kiss on the head. “That’s my good woman.”
Already his pants were uncomfortable from his revved up dick. Time alone with Melanie or Greyson always thrilled him, but having both of the ones he adored together and all to himself was a decadent treat nothing else could match.
He stopped with her just outside the door to the private room where Greyson was waiting for them. “Do you trust me, little submissive?”
Her smile made her whole face glow with radiance. “I do, Master.”
“I’m glad. The lights will be off when we go in there and they will stay off while we play. There’s a man in there who will be observing us.”
Her eyes widened and she swallowed, but he could tell by the tiny smile she fought and what he knew of her that she wanted it. “Who is it?”
“That is not for you to know. Being shared outside our ménage is a hard limit for you and it’s an ironclad one for us. We won’t share you, but it didn’t escape my notice that exhibition was a soft limit for you. You remember I said we would push your limits?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You still have a safe word.”
She gave him a shy smile. “One question.”
“What’s that?”
“How will this person see us if the lights stay off?”
Diego flashed her a deviant grin. “Oh, didn’t I tell you? We brought glow-in-the-dark lubricant.”
* * * *
It was pitch black when Diego closed the door behind them after they went into the room together.
“Take your clothes off and lie down,” Greyson instructed. “Diego will show you where.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her hands started shaking when she began taking her clothes off. Then again, they might have been trembling a moment ago, but the mysterious stranger in the room had her on edge. Who was he? She felt a thrilling spark of energy zip through her when she was completely undressed. The stranger couldn’t see her in the buff, but knowing she was naked where some unknown person sat in the dark and listened to her breathe was surprisingly stirring. Without Greyson and Diego there it would have been just plain creepy.
A masculine hand touched her and she jumped.
“It’s me,” Diego told her. He guided her to the floor on some kind of firm yet squishy mat that was covered in soft blankets. “No talking, little submissive, just feel us touching you.”
Warm breath caressed her mons and basked her in humid heat. The bristly softness of a beard against her skin told her it was Greyson who sat between her legs.
“Don’t hold back any sounds,” he murmured against her pussy in between slow, feverish kisses.
She gasped, not sure whether to respond or remain silent. Their lack of reproof told her that she was on the right track by saying nothing.
Greyson licked her chubby outer lips before dipping his tongue into her slit for a taste. It would be embarrassing to let loose and permit a stranger to hear her bedroom noises, but her Doms wanted her to and the idea made her hot. She allowed herself to moan softly, pulse racing at her vulnerability.
Diego opened some kind of container and then drizzled glowing green lubricant onto her chest. He smoothed it all over her skin, getting especially devoted to her nipples. The nubs firmed beneath the invigorating touch, and goodness, did they glow. The man sitting or standing quietly in the room watching all this could no doubt see her glowing tits.
Greyson slurped at her clit and lightly tugged on it. The gentle pulls on her tender flesh were a little uncomfortable, but he redeemed himself with apologetic licks that rocked her world on the rapid ascent. She clamped her mouth shut when she started to come, but ending the night in a punishment didn’t sound too great, so she let go. He tongued her harder and faster through her climax, causing her to cry out softly.
She heard a male groan of enjoyment in the background and her heart slapped her inner chest walls silly. Apparently her sounds pleased him greatly.
Diego smeared a bit of the lube on her lips. Now she had green lips like an alien no doubt. She had to smile at her Martian-sex state and wondered if the voyeur could make out her lips shaping her amusement and delight.
Greyson got her off again and this time her cries were more tarnished and uneven.
Diego’s finger trailed like a green glow stick down her belly, making it quiver. She peeked up when she saw him doing something but no longer felt his hand on her. Evidently he was oiling up Greyson’s lips with the stuff. Now he, too, had turned alien or Hulk, depending on which nerdy fantasy one wanted.
Greyson sucked her cunt hard, causing her to arch up and moan desperately. The fierce suction eased and became a thick, fleshy tongue probing her to see what she was made of. Being in the dark and not knowing what they would do to her next heightened every one of her alert senses.
His lips probably glowed in a ring wrapped around her sex like a greedy octopus. She bucked and let out a whimpering little cry when he stabbed his tongue into her and learned her depths with deep, wet thrusts.
Cold touched her body like nightfall in October, but inside she burned up with the intensity of a bonfire.
Low moans and feral grunts came from a few feet away and told her the voyeuristic man might be grabbing himself. Just as long as he wasn’t touching her.
Diego’s warm breath blew gently against her
lips. When she leaned up to kiss him he said, “Just your tongue.”
She opened her mouth and extended her tongue, letting out a girlish squeal when something wet touched hers. Their tongues greeted at the tips, flicking playfully at each other. He moved his forward and skimmed it down the flat top of hers. She didn’t know if it tickled her tongue or her funny bone, but when he slid it back across her tongue, any trace of would be laughter vanished. His hot flesh caressed hers in long, slippery strokes back and forth.
The steamy contact snapped the lady in her and out came something freaky. Her tongue seemed to take on a mind of its own as she graced his tongue with the same sensual paces he’d given hers. He’d turned what could have been Frenching between lizards and had somehow made it into an indulgent intimacy.
Greyson kept tongue-fucking her until she thought she’d go mad with pleasure. His tongue granted her respite from tensing her legs against the mounting sensations. Then it showed its true colors when searing dampness laved her pulsing clitoris. Her noise came out somewhere between a whine and a moan that turned into a pleading gasp of delight when she came.
The stranger moaned again and movement told her he’d either adjusted his pants or had decided to investigate them for the long haul.
When Greyson lifted his head, somebody’s finger—possibly Diego’s—rubbed a scant amount of lube on her throbbing clit. Now it glowed green like her breasts and lips.
Long, broad alien fingers trailed down her perspiring mons, leaving behind green slime on her naked flesh. The glowing digits got dimmer until the light died in her pussy. She choked on a heavy sigh at the filling penetration as she was stretched and lubed for what she presumed was sex.
Diego touched his lips to hers, pulling back and smiling from what the broadening green curve told her. “Just lips.”
The hot tease.
Mellie let him lead, feeling soft and womanly at the delicate way he pecked her lips and wooed her with his natural manly scent. The sweetness of vanilla flirted with her nose while his masculine sandalwood essence seduced her will. She closed her eyes and melted inside and out when he softly nibbled her lips, making her feel close to him and like she was truly his.
Greyson made her come again, groaning when her vagina sucked onto his inserted fingers. Diego continued to alternate between soft lips-only kisses and nibbles and dominant nips and tugging on her bottom lip with his lips. He pulled away whenever she tried to take over, making her submit to him just to get his mouth back on her.
Greyson kept getting her off and then adding another finger to her snatch. Now she had four inside her. How the hell did she have four? This time when he made her finish, she came vaginally as well. She screamed, forgetting about the voyeur in the room. Diego moved his head and let her scream.
“Relax. I’m gonna put my hand inside you now—my whole hand,” Greyson rasped, sounding as worked up as she was.
She panted and made herself open up to him. His hands were so big and powerful. How the heck would they fit? Must be what all the lube and orgasms were for. She certainly felt bigger down there and her pussy was hot and swollen. If his fingers weren’t plugging her up she’d be a sopping mess everywhere.
“Ready?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re doing good. Really slick.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He must have tucked his thumb in since she still only felt four fingers. God, did she feel the width of his hand sliding into her, though. Her saturated quim helped to ease the glide, but her vaginal tightness still gave him slight resistance. The intense pressure of the advancement definitely got her attention. An uncomfortable burn and an “Oh God, why me” type of serious stretch invaded her feminine tissues.
“You okay?” Greyson asked.
She took a big gulp and sucked in a bunch of air, dripping and clamming with cold sweat. “Yes, Sir. Are you in all the way?”
“No.”
Oh god!
She whimpered pitifully, trying to center herself. A minor shove and sudden inaction of his hand suggested that it was all the way in this time. Mellie gasped loudly and whined, clawing at Diego’s hand, then squeezing it tight when he held hers. Discomfort with a slight edge of pain couldn’t overshadow the overwhelming pleasure of having her G-spot pressed against.
“One more push and it’ll be in all the way,” Greyson promised.
“Oh god!” she whimpered.
His firm hand pushed against her inflamed G-spot and she felt the swollen gland spreading over his masculine flesh from the pressure. He surged forward with his hand and it was her undoing. Her hot spot combusted and exploded with sensation. Her cunt went into lockdown mode around his hand and made her scream. It was too full, too wide and stimulating, too everything. She felt herself squirting, but the spray was mild given the blockage caused by his hand.
Diego groped her breasts with his free hand, adding to her maddening storm of pleasure. She came repeatedly, trying to find a break between orgasms. Greyson wouldn’t let her have one. Whenever the shuddering tremors relinquished their vacuum suction on him, his big hand was there to plunge her into another climax that pretty much merged with the first. She didn’t know if they kept melding together one after another or if it was one epic finale. Given the near letup of her spasms before her cunt went ballistic again, she’d guess the former to be the case.
Her safe word was right at the tip of her tongue. She’d wondered if she’d ever have to use it to get out of something painful someday, but never something that felt so good. The pleasure would kill her.
With her eyes closed against the sweltering blackness that cloaked the perversions she betrayed with her wanton screams, she saw a kaleidoscope of colors. When the colorful fireworks behind her lids became white starbursts that brought pressure in her head and made the darkness fuzzy with gray, she knew she’d gone overboard with the orgasms.
She couldn’t bring herself to use her safe word, though. The bliss was unbearable, but death by sex would probably be worth it. Her head and eyes felt like they were being squeezed with the same pressure in her quaking pussy and clenching womb.
When she pushed out with her inner walls the thunderous climax mocked her. It felt like Greyson was sliding his hand out to grant her mercy. His offering, while appreciated, was too little too late. Her evil body that wanted to slump with exertion was thrown into another vaginal orgasm brought on by his gradually retreating hand. It drew the physical rapture from her like a tide seduced into always coming back to be one with the shore.
“Well, holy fucking shit!” Jake O’Neil exclaimed from a few feet away.
Her mind relaxed that her cowboy was the voyeur, but her body was racked with shakes and rampant temperature fluctuations. She felt unwell, exhilarated, and absolutely insane. When Greyson pulled his hand out of her a hot gush of liquid desire poured from her.
The men sounded like they were beaming as they groped and petted her, praising her profusely. Mellie couldn’t stop grinning and struggling to relearn the technique of breathing.
“God, you guys! It’s a nice way to kill me, but you probably should have put ‘death by orgasms’ on the list.”
“It wouldn’t have been a limit for you,” Diego teased.
She giggled. “True. Oh wow. Thank you.”
“Man, that was hot. Mellie, baby, you’re the best,” Jake praised.
“Thanks. I’m glad it was you. You guys are head-fuckers.”
They laughed.
“Okay, Dad’s texting me,” Jake said. “Hunter, Emmett, and I agreed to drive out to his place tonight to play poker and eat a shitload of food. Honey, I’m sorry. Greyson and Diego wanted you all to themselves tonight. I guess you don’t get to work your tired jaw and suck my cock after all.”
She laughed breathlessly, but the sound was feeble and her body felt limp. “It’s okay. Have fun. I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby.” Jake knelt and kissed her lips before gettin
g up to leave.
“Be sure to wipe off that alien lube or Emmett will give you shit for it,” Greyson warned.
Jake chuckled. “Hell yeah, he would. Nothing like having to explain to our dad why my lips are glowing.”
“Have a good time,” Diego said.
“Thanks, man. I’d say the same to you guys, but it’s always a given with Mellie.”
“Aw, so sweet.” Her voice came out shaky and weak like her body.
Her men snickered and Jake blew her a kiss before leaving.
“That was incredible, Melanie,” Greyson told her as he took her by the hand and arm with both his hands. “Let’s get you to your feet.”
Diego did the same to her other side. “You were wonderful, my sweet slave.”
“Thank you. Oh no. Go away. I can’t stand. Just stick it to me while I lay here.”
They laughed.
“That would not be romantic,” Diego pointed out.
“I don’t care. I can’t walk.”
“You won’t have to. Come here.” Greyson pulled her against his clothed body.
“Do the women always come that hard with you when you fist them like that?” She tried to sound upbeat and curious, but it hurt to think of him doing something that intimate with someone else and seeing another woman that vulnerable and ecstatic.
Greyson’s timbre came out soft, almost like he had no mask over it and desperately wanted one. “They always come hard from it.” His lips brushed her forehead and she felt his heady exhale on her scalp. “But it was never like this.”
Her heart rose with hope. “Thank you for the pet name you gave me.”
“What pet name?”
She smiled big as it echoed in her mind, glad that it was dark so he couldn’t see her heart on her sleeve. “When you were preparing me, you called me Slick.”
“What? No. I meant you were slick, your pussy.”
“Oh.” Well, now she just felt stupid and awkward.
“But I like that,” he said. “I’ll carry you.”
She figured he’d throw her over his shoulder like a horny pirate with a Colonial maiden, but Greyson took her in his arms so her legs bracketed around his hips and her arms draped around his neck. It felt personal and moving.