Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Undone [The Double Men Rider's Club] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

UNBRIDLED
AND
UNDONE

The Double Rider Men’s Club

Elle Saint James

MENAGE EVERLASTING

Siren Publishing, Inc.

www.SirenPublishing.com

UNBRIDLED
AND
UNDONE

The Double Rider Men’s Club

ELLE SAINT JAMES

Copyright © 2010

Chapter One

“Put your cock in me,” she purred. Her voice could barely be heard from where Dell Harper sat and watched, but he saw her mouth move and easily read her lips. “Both of you, fuck me right now.” Her next whispered remark was even more provocative than the last.

Dell looked at the decadent sexual display before him on the stage and, not for the first time, wished he and Zachary Barrett had a woman permanently installed in their lives to recreate it once they left the club tonight. It wouldn’t hurt if she was someone they loved and cherished, either. It was getting harder and harder to watch knowing he had no regular outlet for his lust. Pun intended.

He glanced at his best friend, Zachary, seated beside him at one of the tables lining the stage. Without looking, Zachary took a sip from his beer bottle. His eyes stayed focused raptly on the club’s runway forestage and the sexual feast there. The two men bringing their woman to orgasmic release in the arousing performance were acquaintances tuned very good friends from last year. He and Zachary had known them since before this unusual club started a little over a year ago.

The lucky bastards were currently sandwiched around a beautiful woman and performing a live sexual act for the assembled and very carefully selected group of members. It was one of the best sexual performances Dell had ever seen, in fact. Likely because he knew they were a stable threesome. More likely because he’d only witnessed a live act three other times in his life. Tonight’s performance only heightened his desire to have what these men currently enjoyed—permanence in their love life with a woman who understood their unusual needs.

Dell wondered if they’d ever have someone for themselves.

Brianna, the lushly figured naked woman squeezed between his two friends, moaned and sighed as her men touched her. The desire so obvious in her expression as she undulated between them made Dell’s longing even more poignant. Brianna’s men, Randall and Chet, wore the expression he wished to see in a mate. Contentment. Satisfaction. And most of all, love.

On stage, Chet backed away an arm’s length so Randall could bend Brianna forward. Dell knew what came next. Deliciously decadent anal sex.

Randall lubed her asshole first, then generously slathered his cock. He took his time with the intimate process of readying his woman. The visual heightened Dell’s already inflamed arousal. Glancing about the room, he noticed other members of the club also watched with rapt attention.

Randall grabbed her hips and pushed his cock between her butt cheeks. His sizable dick disappeared inch by inch into Brianna’s backside. She had busied herself by sucking on Chet’s cock until Randall pushed all the way inside her rear. She paused, giving Chet head as her ass was filled by Randall’s cock. Her expression was of a woman enraptured. Once Randall’s cock was fully seated, she deep throated Chet. Randall then started moving slowly in and out of her ass.

Dell almost salivated at the enviable sight. His cock thickened, tightening his jeans across his lap. He didn’t even know which position intrigued him more. Thrusting his cock into a tight, puckered rear hole was a singular pleasure, but then again, having a woman’s mouth on his cock was also a wondrous event worthy of desire.

Neither act was likely to happen to his cock tonight. At least not in his current mood. Dell swore under his breath, catching a quick frown directed his way from Zachary. It wasn’t the sex they watched that had him cursing, merely that they’d either have to use a temporary woman to satisfy their appetites or go without directly after this, the first ever annual Double Rider Men’s Club live sexual event.

Dell was at the point in his life where he truly wanted a woman he and Zachary knew was their mate forever, or no woman at all.

Threesome relationships were often not a popular notion with those of his peers beyond these walls, and therein was the enduring problem. A life shared with two men was also not a very popular notion with most women. At least not any in their under populated part of Wyoming. Not many women wanted to share themselves with two men and likely even fewer would ever get up on a stage and act it out in front of a crowd.

Not that any woman they shared would be required to get up on a stage the first week they knew her, but the question would certainly be asked. Eventually Dell would want to recreate what he currently watched with the woman he and Zachary loved. The perfect woman, in his estimation, would at least be willing to try public sex in front or a private audience one time. Even if it took them a couple of years to convince her.

Back on stage, Chet lifted Brianna’s mouth off his cock and pushed her upright against Randall’s chest. He then went to his knees and put his face between her thighs. From the sounds Brianna made, it was likely he licked her clit and pussy. A few minutes later, Brianna’s back arched against Randall’s chest. She shrieked in pleasure and soon sagged against Randall. Chet stood up slowly and maneuvered his cock between her legs. Randall cupped her breasts and held her against his chest so Chet could push his cock deeply into Brianna’s pussy.

Doubly penetrated and recently satisfied, Brianna looked completely blissful. Her expression didn’t change as both of her men began moving into and out of her body. One from behind and one from in front. The three found a rhythm, and for several minutes, not a sound in the room could be heard with the exception of the three moaning and panting on stage. Minutes later a small scream of obvious pleasure released from Brianna’s lips. Chet and Randall climaxed at the same time. The three remained huddled together in post-lovemaking bliss, each man kissing Brianna’s face tenderly, until the stage went dark and the curtain came down.

Discrete, soundless appreciation in the grinning faces of almost every man in attendance was the only acknowledgment of the amazing performance. Applause wasn’t something approved of at a club of this nature.

A quick look around the room and Dell realized he was the only one not smiling. Well, with the exception of Clayton Forrester, the club’s head of security. Clay, currently leaning against the wall opposite of the stage, was a serious man and rarely cracked a smile. With his height somewhere near six and a half feet and his head shaved, many thought he was downright scary. It was the primary reason he’d been hired to watch over the interests of their club and as manager for tonight’s event. That and his Secret Service history.

Clay’s eyes zeroed in on something over Dell’s head. He frowned and peeled himself away from the wall. Dell thought he might stop by their table and converse, but instead he moved quickly to the door farthest from the stage leading into what was presumably the main bar area.

“Cheer up, Dell. One day, that’ll be us up there. You’ll see.” Zachary took a long pull on his beer. As he put it back, a rivulet of water from the sweating glass trailed down the neck of his beer bottle and splashed onto the table.

“Really? Did a crystal ball just shoot out of your ass with the good news?”

Zachary laughed. “No. I just have hope. Unlike you, grumpy ass.”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Yeah? From my point of view, you’re about as happy as a newborn puppy without a teat to suck on.”

“Oh? And
you
don’t want to suck on a teat? Is that it?”

Zachary’s eyebrows narrowed in puzzlement. “You need to give up this sour attitude. It’s misplaced. You know as well as I do that willing women have been provided for us tonight. This is one of the many perks of membership in this new club. And we haven’t had any
Colorado
women in a while. Might be nice for a change.”

Dell pushed out a long sigh. “Maybe I don’t want just
any
woman.
Colorado
born or not. Maybe I’m not in the mood to share a stranger tonight. For once, I want someone who isn’t just bending over and enduring my attentions for the experience of having two men fuck her.”

Zachary rolled his eyes. “This again?”

“Yeah. This again. I can’t help how I feel. I just wish we had someone special in our lives.”

“I agree. However, this a rare chance for us, Dell. Are you really saying you don’t want to participate tonight? We helped form this club to have access to this fantasy at least once a year.”

Dell shrugged. He didn’t want to be a pain in the ass. But suddenly he wasn’t in the right frame of mind to fuck an unfamiliar woman. He wanted someone special. Was that such a fucking crime?

“Any heartache if I participate with one of the women by myself?”

“Course not. Knock yourself out. Any grief if I choose
not
to participate?”

Zachary took another drink of his beer. “No grief for now, but I don’t want you to whine later that you missed out.”

Dell glanced around the room and mentally released a long breath. Zachary was right. After watching the stage show, Dell’s balls ached to their core with the need to fuck. “For the record, I never whine. However, perhaps you’re right. I shouldn’t turn down the opportunity. It surely doesn’t come along very often. Any heartburn if I choose our bed mate for this evening?”

Zachary grinned. “Nope. And feel free to take your time and find the right woman, Dell. You always do. I have no problem waiting for your best possible selection.”

Dell scanned the room again as several women dressed in scanty, seductive attire suddenly poured through the door by the stage and into the darkened club. With smiles on their faces, undulating as they entered the room, the provided women for tonight’s after-show party were all very attractive. Dell studied each and every one carefully.

Twenty, of the twenty-two men here tonight, stood up and drifted toward the bar area.

Clay invited extra women for selection purposes, and Dell counted thirteen as they paraded by. Those not chosen might be disappointed at first, but the option for the pairs of men to come back for seconds existed.

This underground club they’d dubbed DRMC truly
was
an answer to their unbridled needs. The fledgling group promised to cater to their often unquenched desires during the week of the Western Association of Ranchers conference. This was the first time they’d hosted a private party.
 
Tomorrow, the actual WAR conference started. Tonight, they indulged their fantasies. Each year ranchers, cattlemen, and various and assorted cowboys came from all over the western states to exchange ideas at the WAR conference.

 
With a city full of randy cowboys on a virtually once-a-year escape from their regular hard ranch life, other entertainments also headed their must-do list after the day classes were over. However, the DRMC catered to a select group of cowboys.

They hired Clay as their all around go-to guy to schedule this year’s event. He not only provided security but also managed the evening and kept everyone in line.

Membership into the very exclusive organization was by invitation only, and a current dual set of members in good standing had to agree to sponsor any more men who wanted to join.

The gift of a woman who understood what the men in this club wanted sexually was rare. Dell looked carefully at the selection of women at the bar once more. He wanted to make the best choice.

Zachary had his gaze set on a willowy blonde perched at the end of the bar sipping a pink beverage from a martini glass. No telling what kind of drink it was from here. Likely it was something sticky and sweet. Zachary liked sticky and sweet.

Dell prepared himself mentally, knowing he needed to bear up to go off with the blonde Zachary was fixated on when he caught the movement of a waitress headed their way and carrying a tray of drinks out of the corner of his eye.

As he turned his head, an icy blast of liquid splashed down his neck and shoulders, seeping inside his shirt. He jumped to his feet, scraping his chair backwards and knocking it sideways to the floor as more runnels of the cold beverages chilled the skin on his chest and upper back beneath his shirt.

“Jesus, that’s frickin’ cold.”

“Shit fire,” the waitress behind him hissed the curse. “I’m so sorry, mister. Let me get you a towel.”

The sound of her voice made his balls clench with arousal. Sexy, smoky, and husky were three of his favorite tones to hear in a woman’s voice.
 

Dell grabbed her arm before she could scurry away. “That’s not necessary. I’ll just…” And then he got his first good look at the sultry-toned, clumsy server. Whatever he’d been about to say dried up in his throat and disappeared like a grain of sand in a dust storm. He stared at perfection.

The waitress was likely the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She had huge, beautiful baby-blue eyes. The fringe of lashes framing them was lush and full and stole his focus from her delicious Cupid’s bow mouth. Her dark, curly hair was pulled up into a pony tail, but he could tell that the length would cascade well past her shoulders once she let it down. Long, curly brunette hair was his very favorite. He skimmed his gaze down her body, which was also absolutely ideal. Not too skinny and curves in all the right places.