Give and Receive: Books 1, 2, 3: An Interracial Menage Rock Star Romantic Series

by Anderson, Alisa

She flattened her palm on her stomach. Feeling the curves and dips. Caressing the skin there. Feeling warmth, and the finest sheen of sweat.

  Her hands traveled upwards. Circling her nipples. One, then the other. She gave them a stiff pinch, closing her eyes at the startling jolt of sensation.

  “Are you fisting that big, fat cock of yours thinking about it? Are you touching yourself, Ty? Because I am. My fingers are so buried in my cunt, they are completely saturated with my own wetness. I’m finger fucking myself like it was you. Have to use four fingers, though. You’re so thick, it’s the only thing close to you right now.”

  “Oh god. Lena…I can feel it. I can feel your lips on me. You feel so good. So fucking amazing.”

  Ty’s voice was rough, husky. Tightened with emotion.

  “Tell me how you’re touching yourself. I want to hear it. You don’t want me to stop, do you? I would hate to do that now…especially when we’ve…come…so far.”

  She was right. He knew. He remembered.

  Her taste, musky and sensual.

  Permanently etched into his mind forever.

  “Jesus Fucking Christ, Lena. What are you doing to me?” Ty unzipped his pants so his cock sprang free, sliding his hand up the shaft. Feeling its warmth. He felt the drops of pre-come, rising to the top. Running over. Using it to lubricate his hand.

  “I’m trying to make you feel good, baby…you remember? Like you did to me?”

  What the fuck? Of course there was an angle.

  Wasn’t there always one where Lena was concerned?

  Would it ever be any other way with her?

  Ty scowled. Both at her, and at his own nerve.

  “Oh, I see. I get it. I fucking get it.”

  “You get what?”

  “This is payback. You’re angry I played games with you. You’re even angrier at yourself for actually liking it. And you want to take it out on me. I get it. It’s unfortunate, but I do get it.” He shook his head ruefully.

  “Congrats. You win. Whatever that’s worth, Lena. Because here’s some more truth. You might be sorry, but I’m not. Not about anything that happened that night. Not about this. Not about anything. It was the only way to get through to you. So there. I said it. Happy now?”

  “Oh, I’m thrilled. Absolutely peachy keen.”

  “I can tell.”

  “Well, then. I guess that’s all there is to say, isn’t it? I’m bored now, Ty. So I’ll be going now. Talk atcha later, kid.”

  “Will you stop, already? It wasn’t all a game. You have to believe that, Lena. It…started out one way but something changed. I don’t know what happened. I promise I don’t. I just know it wasn’t a game anymore.”

  “Ty.”

  “It’s not a game now. Just…don’t stop, baby. Please don’t stop.”

  “Ty.”

  “You’re making me beg. Is that what you wanted?”

  “Tyler.”

  “What?”

  “Shut up.”

  He laughed out loud.

  Lena smiled reluctantly into the phone.

  The things he got her into.

  After all, this certainly was none of her liability.

  As long as that was clear.

  “What are we doing, Ty? More importantly, why am I doing it with you?”

  “Having the best phone fuck I’ve ever had in my life, if I’m not mistaken.”

  Ty closed his eyes. Prayed for endurance.

  He was so hard, so rigid, it was tortuous.

  And she wanted to talk about this now?

  “And as to why? You know why. You’ve always known the why.”

  “Explain it to me, Ty. Explain the why so I can shut my brain up later, when she smacks me across the face with an upper left to the jaw.”

  “You could duck when she does it. I mean, since you know it’s coming and all.”

  “Really, Ty?” Lena sighed. “You know, if I had any sense, which we’ve clearly seen I don’t, I would hang up the phone. Pretending none of this ever happened.”

  She shook her head regretfully. “Yet and still, as we speak, my fingers continue to stroke an absolutely swollen clit.”

  “Jesus,” Ty muttered, biting back an oath. Realizing he was still stroking himself as well. Sweat glistened on his forehead. His hand moving up and down his engorged cock with smooth, practiced strokes.

  Slow and measured at first. Then faster, more rapidly. The feeling so intense he couldn’t help moaning out loud.

  He rocked his hips, feeling the rise of sperm in his shaft. Ready to burst at any moment. He heard a small noise on the phone and knew it was her. Resisting the urge to give in.

  “Come with me, Lena.”

  “No.”

  Her fingers continued moving.

  Unhurried and restrained. Fighting for control.

  “Your mouth is so warm…so wet. Take it all, baby…suck it. Just like that. I’m spilling pre-come all over my hands, Lena. It’s all for you. I wish you were here to lick it off. Why are you fighting this?”

  “I’m not listening.”

  Her breath caught. Fingers continuing to have a mind of their own. Sliding in between the walls of her pussy. Caressing her clit. Sliding over the slick folds.

  Traitorous sluts, her fingers. Every blasted one of the little monsters. Couldn’t trust them worth a damn. They did whatever they wanted.

  “Yes, you are. You’re getting yourself wet with the thought of me pushing my cock into your mouth. Sucking it off for me. Tasting my come. Knowing you’re responsible for getting me this way. You’re enjoying the control and you should, love. I know from experience. It’s a heady trip, isn’t it?”

  He heard her breathing increase in pace.

  “Would it be so wrong to admit, just this once, I turn you on? That this, whatever it is, gets you off?”

  Ty’s voice rasped, struggling to manage his emotions. If he could wait a bit longer, he knew it would be big. She was ready to break soon and he wanted to be there with her. Every step of the way.

  “Fine. You turn me on. This. Turns me on. Ridiculously. Satisfied?” Lena felt hardened nipples through her shirt under her palm. She twisted her left nipple, painfully. Maliciously. Whimpering out loud.

  Not enough.

  Like an itch she couldn’t scratch. Her fingers, her hands…weren’t enough. She needed him.

  “Tell me what you taste like. Tell me now.” Her voice a whisper. Sexy personified. Sultry, as she pinched her clit. Shivering at the light sting.

  “Salty…sweet. Slightly bitter. Just like you said. How did you know?”

  Lena gave a dark, husky laugh full of promise. It made his balls draw up and tighten, as his cock continued to pulse. Throbbing under his tutelage.

  “I’m that good.”

  “Modest too.”

  Liquid heat ran down her thighs.

  She took a breath before answering.

  “Oh come now, love. Modesty is for people who can’t deliver the goods. And we both know that’s not true, don’t we?”

  She savored the exquisite torture of her fingers.

  Thoroughly wet, buried inside her pussy.

  “It’s too bad you’re not here with me, Ty.”

  Lena’s voice was breathy, stroking her clit with increased rhythm. Wild with need now, beyond caring about anything.

  Except how she felt. How gloriously, amazingly, wanton she felt.

  “Do you know what I would do if you were here? I would straddle you between my breasts. Sliding that big, thick cock up and down. Getting slick with all that come. Lapping up every bit of spill from your thighs and your chest. Making my nipples slippery with your come. Rubbing myself all over you.”

  She squeezed her thighs together, trapping her hand.

  Slowly thrusting. Sliding against it.

  “And then…are you still with me, gorgeous? I would sink down on top of that immense stick of yours and take you inside. I’m so tight. Can you feel how tight I am?”

  “H
oly fuck. You are tight. It’s like I almost can’t fit.”

  “I’ve done my pussy push-ups, Ty. So glad you noticed.”

  “Pussy push-ups? Oh god. I can’t. Ahahaha…Please stop.”

  Ty’s laughter sounded gravelly and painful. He struggled not to pass out. Only she could make him want to laugh and fuck her into oblivion at the same time.

  She would find every live wire on him triggered to detonate at her slightest touch.

  She really would be that fucking good.

  Damn her infuriating ass, straight to hell.

  She thought she had this all under control, didn’t she?

  Clearly, he needed to shake shit up again.

  Ty managed to zip his pants up, grinning to himself as he opened the car door.

  He glanced around, making sure no one saw him running up the steps to her front door. He grabbed the spare, unlocking the door and letting himself in.

  She stroked herself, faster, harder. Pinching her clit just a little. Her breathing ragged.

  “Oh shit…” Lena murmured.

  “Get me off, Ty. I need you.”

  She didn’t even hear him approach.

  “I’d be glad to.”

  Lena screamed out loud.

  Chapter 5

  She was going to kill him.

  And then kill him again.

  Then she was going to really go to work.

  Lena sat up, yanking down her shirt. Covering what she could.

  “What. In the fuck are you doing here, Ty? More importantly, how are you in my house?”

  “I’ve been here all along. And I used the spare.”

  She glared murderously at him.

  “What? Everyone knows you have one. You might as well let that shit go.”

  “You’ve gotta be kidding. Seriously?”

  “Which part? The key or-”

  He held up his hands at her frown.

  “Yes. I’ve been sitting outside in your driveway this whole time.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me? Why’d you let me think you were at home or on the side of the road, pulled over somewhere?”

  “I swear I was going to say something. But things got…out of hand.” She looked at him suspiciously.

  “I swear. I wasn’t trying to play games. Not after all this. I promise.” Lena looked unconvinced.

  “Ok. I could have told you I was at the house. I admit that. But you were getting cocky. You needed knocked down a peg. You know you did.”

  His voice drifted into silence.

  She watched his eyes take in her bare thighs. He had never seen her this exposed. Certainly not at Sadist, where everything was dark…and hidden.

  With the exception her tiny nightshirt, she was practically nude. She abruptly stood. “I’m going to put something on.”

  Ty followed behind her. “Why?”

  “Because I’m not dressed, that’s why!”

  “Lena.”

  “Where are my shorts?” she wondered aloud.

  “Lena.”

  “I know I left some clothes in a basket around here. They were near the kitchen. Where the hell are the damn things?”

  “Lena. Stop.” He grabbed her. Pinning her against the wall.

  “Let me go, Ty.”

  “You know I’m not going to. Why do you even bother?”

  “Because maybe I’d like to think somewhere within your peanut-sized brain, there lies some sort of common sense and rationality.”

  “Haven’t we done this long enough, Lena?”

  “Done what?”

  “Denied….this. Denied…us.”

  “There is no this, Ty. There is no us. There’s you. There’s me. We’re not together. You are my friend. My best friend. You’re my person. Why do you want to fuck that up?”

  “Who says we will?”

  He kissed the side of her neck. Along her jawline.

  “Because it’s what we do, Ty. We fuck shit up. It’s why we’re alone. Why we’re always alone. And would you please stop that?”

  “No. And tell me you don’t really believe that.”

  “Yes, I do believe that. And, you know I could have you arrested. This is trespassing.”

  “Uh huh….I know.”

  He lifted her shirt. Licking her belly button.

  Lena closed her eyes, muttering something under her breath about lust and fornication.

  “What was that?”

  Ty sank to his knees in front of her. Gently kissing the apex of her thighs. He slid his hands around, squeezing her ass. Nuzzling his face between her legs. Inhaling her scent. Feeling the wetness gather between her thighs as she watched.

  On his knees before her. Practically worshipping at her feet. It was indeed…heady shit.

  “I’m counting, Tyler. Trying to clear my head before I do something stupid. Again.”

  He licked, dipping into her belly button again. Erotic heat unfurled in her belly, consuming her once more.

  Like it ever left.

  He sampled the soft skin near her pussy. Sucking and kissing on one thigh, then the other. Her vaginal walls clenching, tightening in heated torment.

  She became slick and wet, cream sliding down her thighs involuntarily. Ty lapped it like a hungry cat. He parted her thighs. Focusing on tasting her swollen, engorged clit, a ripe berry needing plucked. She arched her back, crying out.

  “Oh my fucking god. Fuck. Jesus, Ty.”

  “I know, baby.” He slid his long fingers into her core.

  Hunger.

  Blistering, intense, fiery hunger. Threatening to consume her. She was voracious in her need. Panting, whimpering, the force of his fingers relentlessly fucking her enflamed pussy.

  “Trust me, I know.”

  Ty turned her around. Bowing, his forehead rested on her skin. He placing a tiny kiss on her tailbone.

  She was everything he imagined. And more.

  He spread her open. Desperate to have her any way he could. Burying his face between the firmness of her ass, to the tiny rosebud opening of her anus.

  Licking, sucking, and delving his entire tongue inside her. Laboring over her. Extended, lingering strokes, ass to clit. Returning to repeat the process over again.

  He unzipped his pants again, fisting himself. Overflowing with pre-come, dripping to the floor below.

  Her moans became louder. More frenetic. She ground her ass into his face, clutching the railing for support. She touched herself, with her other hand. Inserting her fingers in time with his tongue fucking her ass.

  Ty sucked and licked with more eagerness. Fueled by her breathless cries. He couldn’t get enough. The sweetness of her ass making him probe further, and deeper.

  She slid to the floor. Unable to stand any longer. He grabbed her hips from behind.

  Pulling her back so she was on top of him, on his face. Continuing to ram his tongue in and out of her constricted little hole. Going deeper still. Teasing the sensitive flesh. She moved her hips uncontrollably against his mouth.

  Lena cried out, whimpering helplessly under his onslaught. Feeling him brutally grip her hips. Knead her flesh. Bruising her. Pussy walls tightening with ruthless urgency around her fingers. Soft gasps. Rapid breathing, exited from her lips. She was approaching climax soon.

  Ty’s cock bobbed underneath of her, begging for attention. She ran her hand down his shaft, cupping his balls. Kissing and licking her way back to the top. Taking him in her mouth. Tasting him. Knowing him. Now on a whole new level.

  She savored the first spurts of pre-come erupting from the tip. Licking and sampling him, until he raised his hips off the floor. “Fuck, baby…” Ty groaned.

  She suckled him, weaving her tongue around. Licking the smooth underside of his cock. Her mouth was a tight glove around him. Hot. Wet. Beautiful.

  He continued exploring his warm, probing tongue around her anus. When she thought he couldn’t go any further, his tongue slid inside her so deeply she was sure her heart stopped. She was seconds from exploding. Sh
e knew he wasn’t far behind.

  She felt the room spinning as she sucked him down into her throat entirely. Swallowing around him so she didn’t gag.

  His fingers shoved inside her aching, throbbing cunt next to her own. Lena’s body convulsed around them both, her thighs a vise grip around his face.

  He never stopped. Feasting. Tasting…devouring her.

  “Oh...My…God. Ty…I’m coming…Come with me…Need…you…now…Fuck.”

  She felt his cock expand in her mouth. Felt the veins throb against her lips and tongue. Felt the force of her own orgasm. Right when the first rush of sperm fell down her throat.

  Seconds later, his hips lifted. More of the hot liquid rushing down her throat, and spilling out of her mouth.

  She felt the broken, guttural shout of his release. The sound muted against the damped flesh of her ass. Still fucking her with his tongue. Assaulting her with piercing stabs of pleasure.

  She ground herself into his face, smothering him. Suffocating him with the force of her orgasm.

  She slid her cheek down the side of his cock. Consuming more of his semen. Letting the rest slide over her lips. Her tongue. Her chin. Using her hands. Milking him for everything he had inside.

  They collapsed. Spent and exhausted. All that was heard was heavy panting. Each trying to catch their breath.

  Ty spoke first.

  “You have…a large ass.”

  “I do not.” Lena giggled. “It’s a nice ass.”

  “It’s a very nice ass. But it’s a large ass.”

  “Say you love it.”

  “What? I’m not saying that.”

  “Say you love my ass, Ty. You know you do. Just say it.”

  Ty laughed with her. Feeling happy all of a sudden. For once, maybe he wasn’t second choice. Maybe…he actually got the girl.

  “I do love…your ass.”

  She noticed the hiccup. The pause. Just like that, the moment passed. God forbid real emotions get discussed.

  “I should get up.”

  Ty sighed reluctantly.

  “Probably. It’d be nice to breathe.”

  “Shut up. Your dick is not exactly small. It’s a fucking soda can, Ty. I practically choked on it. My mouth is gonna be sore for a week.”

  She sat up, still wet with her spend. Sliding her pussy down the length of his body. Ty groaned in protest. Feeling her damp curls brush over his skin.