MenageaDare

by Frances Stockton

  Once she reached his pulse, she bit him. Violet eyes went wide with shock before they glossed over as Eve latched on, sucking on his neck so strongly she had to be leaving a hickey.

  “That’s my baby girl, brand me,” Jax uttered, submitting to her, the sounds of her sucking working magic on Remy’s libido.

  He couldn’t fuck for a while, but it was fun watching Eve ease up on Jax’s throat, sitting up to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked incredibly sexy, resembling a creature of the night.

  Propping himself up on his elbow to watch them, he witnessed something he’d never forget. Jax gave himself over to Eve’s seduction. She’d collapsed back on top of him, kissing her way to his nipple. Jax’s hips arced off the bed, his cock stirred.

  Eve kissed a trail down Jax’s body, progressing toward his cock. Jax wasn’t ready to fuck yet, but that didn’t stop Eve. She was determined to get their man stone-hard. Remy decided to join the effort.

  “Suck me until I’m hard enough to fuck you and Remy again,” he implored harshly, bucking up at Eve.

  “Both of us at once?” she questioned, pausing in her pursuit.

  “Yes,” Jax said.

  “Damn straight,” she replied, sighing and dropping her head to his cock, giving Jax’s rod a good long lick from root to tip.

  Remy growled in longing. Crawling down to the bottom of the bed, he crouched beside Eve, grasping Jax’s cock and spanning the base with a tight grip, working him, stroking him.

  Jax’s cock began thickening. Eve continued her efforts, licking and sucking while Remy fisted their lover’s shaft. She drew off, taking a turn at jerking Jax and giving Remy the opportunity to work his man out with his mouth.

  Taking their time as told and out of human necessity for a man’s recovery time, they finally won, having in their hands and mouth an incredibly hard, beautiful cock to suck and fuck.

  “Up you two,” Jax suddenly commanded, in full control. As one, Remy and Eve sat up, waiting for their Master’s next command.

  “Remington, lay down face up, Eve lay on top of him, looking at the ceiling,” Jax told them.

  Remy flopped backward on the mattress, looking up as told. Eve eased herself onto his lap, her back to his chest.

  “Remy extend your arms up and on the pillows,” Jax said.

  Remy obeyed, rewarded when Jax had Eve assume the same position. When Jax was done shifting them into position, her wrists were banded by Remy’s fingers. Her head rested on his right shoulder, her hair felt incredibly soft and smelled great. She felt great. Her body heat was radiant.

  Their legs were stretched out alongside each other, Remy’s on the inside of Eve’s. Beginning to understand what Jax intended, he knew that the placement of his legs would allow him to spread hers wider and he did so, coaxing her legs farther apart.

  Jax reared up, dug a condom from his bedside drawer and covered his pretty dick. For the most part, Remy never thought of penises as pretty. Jax’s was big enough, pretty enough and thick enough to devour for a long time to come. Yeah, pretty!

  Getting hard just thinking about what was next, Remy gave himself over to Jax’s merciless hand working his cock into full readiness. Remy loved the fact that his cock was big enough to nestle right up tight against Eve’s slit, his cock head poking out near her trimmed mons.

  Jax maneuvered himself in place between Remy and Eve’s thighs. One look from Jax’s heavy-lidded eyes told him to spread her open farther. Remy readily complied, holding onto her wrists even tighter.

  “Wow, I’m a lucky woman,” Eve declared. “Two men, multiple orgasms, what more could one ask for?”

  “Ask me to fuck you, Evelyn,” Jax insisted.

  “Thought that was a given. I’m all spread out and open for you. Remy’s my human bondage cross. Isn’t that what you intended?”

  “You catch on fast, love,” Jax praised. “I’m proud of you. Now lay back and enjoy the pleasure I can give both of you.”

  After digging around in his drawer of sex toys, Jax came back to the center of the bed where Remy and Eve remained. Remy didn’t let up his hold, enjoying his role as both her protector and her captor.

  Jax tore open another condom. Expecting to be sheathed with it, Remy tensed up. They couldn’t double-team Eve without the right preparation.

  “Now, beautiful, who do you belong to?” Jax questioned, shifting back into place between Remy and Eve’s thighs.

  “You and Remy,” she answered.

  “Do you trust me to give you nothing but pleasure, even when you’ve been a bad girl and disobedient?”

  “How have I disobeyed you, Master Jax?”

  “You only needed to ask me to fuck you. As you decided to test me, you’ll have to beg. If you come before I grant you permission, you will go to dinner tonight with a plug snug in your cute ass.”

  “I’m not going to beg,” she refused, shaking her head and giving Remy a bit of a stinger to the cheek in the process. “If you want to fuck me, please do. Remy needs you too.”

  “Sugar, you’re in trouble,” Remy warned.

  “What can he do to me? You’ll keep me safe,” she stated, her faith in him making his heart swell with pride, but cock was rock hard, still firmly in place between the vee of her sheath.

  “I’ll always protect you, Eve,” Remy promised, ignoring his dominant gene that wanted him to shift and drive into her without a condom. He couldn’t do that to her, not yet, not until she was sure that’s what she wanted.

  Jax took a pillow, using it to prop Eve’s ass up some, dislodging Remy’s cock from its sweet nest of curls and slick feminine heat. The burring sound of a vibrator kicked on.

  Remy was glad for the extra-thick pillow beneath his head, because he was able to look down Eve’s body to see what was going on, discovering Jax was about to rest the head of a basic black vibrator with a thin condom rolled onto it against her clit.

  “Close your eyes, Eve,” Remy murmured, soothing her even as Jax touched the vibrator to her, getting her rolling and thrusting against the toy in a gallant effort to chase the vibes.

  She cried and mewled, spreading herself as wide as possible. For minutes, Jax teased her clit, keeping her charged and ready until the vibrator disappeared below Remy’s line of sight. Eve stilled. Her body was so tense Remy feared he might break her in half.

  “Wait…wait, what are you doing?” she uttered, squirming so much she nearly dislodged Remy’s cock from where he wanted it to be.

  “You like this, baby?” Jax asked.

  “Ohmigod, oh, oh, yes, feels so good, intense,” Eve whispered insensibly, tossing her head even as she hoisted her hips up and jolted. Remy was pretty sure Jax was fucking her ass with the narrow vibe.

  “Am I hurting you?” Jax asked, concern in his voice, his hand moving in and out, clearly fucking her.

  “No,” she uttered.

  It took all of Remy’s strength to keep her wrists secured in his grip. Jax placed his free hand against her stomach, bracing her as he set up a surefire fucking motion that had their baby girl rocking and rolling and begging for more.

  “Come on, baby girl, give me what I want,” Jaxon coaxed.

  “Shouldn’t be good, too good, please!” she grumbled.

  “Please what?”

  “Fuck me, please!” she shouted, going crazy. She was getting off on the toy, he felt her tremors, heard her mews and pleas. “Please…please…fuck me. Please, Master Jax, won’t you have mercy and let me feel your cock inside my pussy?”

  “Now that’s my sweet Evelyn,” Jax praised her, climbing back into place between them, taking Eve missionary style, the vibe still in her ass. Remy could feel it shimmering through her. It zapped him right where he needed it, causing his balls to draw tight to his body.

  Better yet, every time Jaxon withdrew almost all the way out only to thrust into Eve, his sheathed cock slipped alongside of Remy’s. Getting off on the combination, Remy wasn’t going to last much longer. Judging by Eve’
s frenzied thrusts, she wasn’t going to last much longer either.

  “May I come?” she pled.

  Remy was stunned. He’d always known she was submissive, but this was the first time he witnessed her gradual understanding of the power play between a Dom and sub. She was still new, though he suspected she would gravitate to Jax’s dungeon of her own volition, in her own time.

  “Come, scream with it,” Jax granted, followed by Eve tossing back her head and going incredibly still, her body apparently caught up in sexual tension snapped with the veracity of a slingshot, her orgasmic cries filling the room, loud, soulful.

  Finally, she relaxed and Jaxon took mercy on Remy, withdrawing from Eve and aligning their erections together, pumping his hips hard. It was beyond surreal, it was fantastic, especially as Remy remained bare, letting him feel the shape and slickness of Jax’s condom-covered cock.

  As one, Remy and Jaxon came, Remy’s cum splashing all over the place. Shortly after, Jax sat up and withdrew the vibe from Eve’s ass, turning it off and placing it out of the way. Afterward, he removed and trashed his spent condom.

  Remy freed Eve’s wrists, shifting her to his side, a quiet kind of peace settling over her. She still smelled amazing and her skin was softer than silk.

  “What did they put in those baths anyway?” Remy asked, grinning at Jax when he reclined on the other side of Eve.

  “Avery said it’s a combination of mineral salts, mountain runoff and spring water,” she answered quietly. “A half an hour in the mineral bath did amazing things to relax and heal sore muscles.”

  “We’ll have to remember that for times when Remy and I keep you up late,” Jax said, placing an arm around her. “You’re going to need it after we fuck your ass with more than a thin vibrator.”

  “I think you’ll kill me if either of you do that,” she whispered.

  “Did you like what Jax did to you, sugar?”

  “Um-hmm,” she answered. Remy took that as a yes.

  “It’s an honor to know you enjoyed it,” Jax said. “Now that we’ve reconnected, what do you say we get ready for a night on the town? Hazard and Avery are planning to meet us at the Italian restaurant on the corner of Main and Fifth Streets at seven.”

  “That does sound divine,” Eve admitted. “We had lunch at the spa, finger sandwiches, lemon water and orange sorbet for dessert.”

  “Speaking of water, Remy and I stopped at the store and picked up some things to nibble on and drink later, including wine.”

  “Are there vineyards nearby?” she asked.

  “Actually, yes,” Jax answered. “Primarily, the wine is distributed to businesses in Dare, but visitors may buy bottles or crates of wine to take home with them.”

  “Take time before we go to dinner to drink water, sugar. Neither of us had enough yesterday and I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”

  “Good idea,” she agreed. “Umm, actually, I’m calling dibs on the bathroom right now.”

  “Aw, here I thought we’d wash up together,” Remy objected.

  “If either of you messed up my hair, I might dunk you in a cold shower.”

  “You look gorgeous, baby girl. The blonde suits you.”

  “Thank you, Jaxon.”

  “You’re welcome.” Jax squeezed her.

  She pushed herself up, dropped her head down and kissed Jax. Afterward, she shifted around, kissing Remy from his mouth to his ear.

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  “Love you,” Remy returned, hugging her tight. He’d needed to hear those words and return them.

  In hurry, Eve scrambled off the bed and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

  “The three of us are good together,” Jax said quietly.

  “Anything worthwhile takes work. Being with you will be well worth the effort. I’m sure Eve would think the same.”

  “Do you have an idea of where she’s going to apply for her doctorate?”

  “She received her Master’s from Northeastern. She may try there.”

  “Would she consider an online program or somewhere closer to Dare?”

  “I think she’d be open to either as long as she could spend time with her father and friends back home,” Jax replied. “Above all, Evelyn should know we support her efforts to earn her doctorate. Where’d you go to college, Remington?”

  “I went to Yale for undergrad and studied parapsychology along with world religion and occult at the University of Amsterdam for graduate school.”

  “Amsterdam? Wow, that must have been exciting,” Jax said.

  “It was wild,” Remy agreed.

  “If you don’t mind my asking, why do you have an interest in the occult and religion?”

  “Mainly, I thought it was the right path to understanding paranormal activity.”

  “When I went to my office earlier, I watched an episode of your show,” Jax admitted.

  Remy blushed. “What did you think?”

  “I think your evidence is compelling and credible. As the host, you are empathetic and charming, drawing the viewer in and convincing them that you care about the places and entities you’re investigating.”

  “I do care. Whenever I encounter an intelligent or communicative entity, it seems to me that they have something to say or a purpose before their souls can depart this plane of existence.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Take Blair for example. I think his spirit remained because he wanted me to warn other kids to stay away from the neighborhood ice cream man. When his murderer was brought to justice he stopped appearing to me.”

  “You think his purpose here was over?”

  “Yes, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t watching over our family. Other spirits are residual, such as on a battlefield or in a house they’d lived, loved and died in.”

  “Do you run into bad spirits? There’s evil in this world, stands to reason there’s evil in the afterlife.”

  “Most of the time, what I’ve encountered was harmless. Once I was confronted by something malevolent and it followed me home. Wasn’t a pleasant time, I can tell you that. Had to get my apartment cleansed and visit church for a blessing.”

  “What the fuck? A ghost followed you, hurt you?”

  Remy sat up, leaning back against the headboard. “It threw me across the room and left scratches on my back that lasted longer than any whipping I’d had in the past.”

  “Dammit, Remington, be more careful, please. If something happened to you, it’d kill me. And just so you know, I will never whip you to the point that it’d leave you scarred.”

  “You care about me that much, Jax?” Remy asked.

  “Yes. That surprises you?”

  “It’s nice to know. Except for Eve, my family still doesn’t buy into the paranormal activity thing.”

  “Eve and I believe in you. Promise me you’ll be careful when you’re working and I’ll try to be less of a brute.”

  “You’re not a brute at all, lover. I’m a lucky man to have such faith,” Remy said. “Considering how you feel, do you mind if I confide in you about something regarding my ex-fiancée, Beth?”

  “Not at all,” Jax assured.

  “The day I broke off our engagement, Beth suggested we have an open marriage.”

  “You turned her down, I take it.”

  “I had to. I didn’t love her the way a man should love the woman he wants to spend his life with and have children with.”

  “You did the right thing, Remington.”

  “The thing is, Jax, I was so hung up in how things went down with Beth that I refused to see the right woman when she came along, Eve Sinclair,” Remy said.

  “Her last name’s Stratham,” Jax pointed out.

  “She’s meant to have my last name.”

  Jax shot upward, looking a little panicked. “Where does that leave me, Remy?”

  Remy’s heart melted. Sometimes he forgot badass Doms needed kindness and patience. Reaching out, he placed his hand aga
inst the handsomest face he’d ever known, might ever know.

  “If we take things slow and do this right with Eve, she may become our wife, our wife. Jax, think about it.”

  “Remy, I think I’m dangerously close to falling in love with you and Evelyn,” Jax whispered. “And it scares the hell outta me.”

  “Jaxon, Eve and I aren’t out to hurt you. You don’t have to be afraid of us.”

  “It’s not that. I’m afraid of betraying Gemma and Niko.” Jax’s voice became sadder, his heartache very real. “I can’t forget them. It’d be the worst kind of betrayal.”

  “You still love them. That’s okay. It’s normal. You can’t forget love, not if it’s real.”

  “What do I do, Remy?”

  “Talk to them,” Remy suggested.

  “You mean pray?”

  “Pray, go to their gravesites, church or wherever you feel closer to Niko and Gemma. Have they ever visited you in your dreams or at your house?”

  Jax shook his head. “No. Why do you think?”

  “I don’t know your partners well enough to answer that with more than a guess, but it could be that they are at peace and want you to continue living.”

  “Would you mind helping me talk to them? Is that too much to ask?”

  “No, babe, it’s not too much.”

  “Oh, babe again, is it?” Jax asked, placing his hand over Remy’s and smiling.

  “Would you prefer honey, sweetheart or sweetie-pie?” Remy suggested, leaning close to Jax and kissing him.

  “I don’t care. As long as you call me yours, I’ll be a happy man.”

  “And Eve?”

  “She makes me want to be a better man. It’s because of her that I wrote today. I don’t know if that means my writer’s block is busted permanently, but it’s a scene that wouldn’t have been written before she came into my life. She’s my muse now, Remy.”

  “That’s awesome. Let’s enjoy the chance to get to know each other, worry free. It’s the honeymoon stage, you know? Soon we’ll argue over something stupid or we’ll forget to put the toilet seat down and Eve will snap at us for it. After we talk things out, we’ll have incredible threesome makeup sex.”

  Laughing, Jax grabbed Remy and wrestled him down on the bed, pinning him by climbing onto Remy’s chest.