The Sextet Presents... Bound by Voodoo [Legends] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (12 page)

Beside him, Winston poked a forkful of enchilada and held it to her lips. “Dinner and a movie. Our first date as a foursome. Whose bed are we sleeping in tonight?”

She held the fork away only long enough to answer. “Whoever has the biggest bed. Somebody find the remote. I’m ready for the movie part of our date.”

Glad to have the relationship talk out of the way, Barrett thumbed the remote buttons to start the DVD. Win’s simplistic approach must’ve contained the right romantic flair, because she seemed to accept that they weren’t out for an experimental one-night stand.

In fact, happily ever after looked like a distinct possibility.

* * * *

Gathering Rory in his arms, Winston carried her into the bedroom. Her king bed was the only possible answer to his question, but her casual response had calmed his wired nerves. Taking their relationship from friends to lovers had worried him a little.

Miles pulled back the covers on the king-size bed, slipping off his boxer briefs before he slid in on the far side. “Hey, Win, come over next to me. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to spend the whole night with you.”

The invitation lit a spark of confidence in Miles’s commitment to Winston. The concern over who got the spots on either side of Rory vanished. He could finally take his bond with Miles to the next level after six months of sneaking around. “Sounds perfect.”

Rory tightened her hold on his neck and kissed his jaw. “You love him, don’t you?”

Her soft murmur tickled his ear, and he fought a satisfied smile. He nuzzled the hair at her temple to whisper the truth—the truth Miles and Barrett had heard earlier. “Yeah, I do.”

Laying her on the mattress, he skimmed off his underwear and crawled over her to lie between her and Miles while she tugged her shirt over her head.

She reached under her pillow as Barrett joined them in bed. Black leather straps trailed across her pert nipples, and excitement raced to Winston’s balls. She must’ve asked Miles to get it when he’d gone to his apartment for the package of Oreos.

Barrett eyed the prop. “What’s that?”

Twirling the handle so the straps flared in a wide circle, she let them slowly float downward. The look in her eyes was pure amusement. “Winston, would you like to explain this piece of equipment?”

His dick getting harder by the second, Winston took hold of the toy to pass it on. “Miles, you want to help demonstrate how to use Rory’s wonderful device?”

Wielding the flogger, Miles rose to his knees above him as Winston assumed the doggie position. “My pleasure.”

“The pleasure will be mine, too.” Winston winked at his dominant partner over his shoulder. “It’s called a flogger. The straps can be used to stimulate by dragging them or slapping them on the skin. It can be used for foreplay, and I love having my ass whipped when Miles is fucking me.”

He nearly jumped off the bed when light caresses of smooth leather stroked a path up the back of his thigh and along the crease of his butt. Goose bumps spread over his arms and legs, and the anticipation of a firm smack made his cock drool.

The sudden fall of the straps reached his ears before the stinging sensation registered in his brain. Quick slashes of pain forced a groan from his throat, the tingle heightening his senses, along with the knowledge that Rory and Barrett were watching the scene. His erection twitched, and his sac contracted. “Harder, Miles. Please. And I want your dick in me.”

His lover brought the leather down on his butt cheek again, sending another wave of exhilaration soaring through Winston’s nerve endings. “You’re not ready yet. Rory, do you have some lube? Win needs his ass greased.”

She straddled Barrett—who seemed mesmerized by the flogger—to open the nightstand drawer. “Flavored or unflavored? Regular or warming? And I want Winston in my pussy while you fuck him.”

“Unflavored and warming.” From the playfulness in Miles’s voice, he clearly hadn’t expected Rory to offer him so many choices. “Are you going to blow Barrett this time?”

“I want to try something different.” She hesitated for a half a second. “Do you mind if we make a train? You know, Winston fucks me, you fuck Winston, and Barrett fucks you? We can watch in the mirror.” She gestured across the room to the vanity dresser.

Knowing Miles’s preference for dominating, Winston waited for the inevitable refusal. In the six months they’d been involved, Miles had never asked to be butt-fucked and Winston had never suggested it. The only anal play had been with fingers and sex toys during oral sex.

Then again, with Rory making the request, he might change his mind. Had she noticed the tension between Miles and Barrett? Maybe she was trying to strengthen their bond in the foursome by encouraging them to have some guy-on-guy time. They’d only met a week ago after all.

The seconds ticked by, and Miles was silent.

She held out the lube. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I don’t expect you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I thought since you and Winston—”

“I’ve never let anybody stick a real dick in my ass before.”

Miles’s admission had Winston rising to face the man he loved. “Nobody?”

With his jaw flexing, Miles dropped the flogger and climbed off the bed.

Rory cut him off before he could get to the door. She stood on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around him. “Please don’t leave. No one is judging you. What you do with your body is your choice.”

Cupping her face in his hands, he touched his forehead to hers. “Are you sure you want three guys in your bed, Rory?”

“Yes, but not just any three men. I want you and Miles and Barrett. I’ll gladly suck Barrett if that’s what you prefer. With one of us unhappy, the whole deal gets shot to hell. Tell me what makes you happy.”

“I want to make Win happy. At least for now.”

Winston had no idea why Miles couldn’t admit his attraction to Barrett, other than his need for control. He had a tendency toward structure in his professional life. Chances were he liked the same in his personal life as well.

Grasping Miles’s hand, Rory led him back to the bed. “And I want all of us to be happy. Barrett, do you mind if I suck you off while Winston takes a turn in my pussy?”

Barrett met her at the footboard. “Why would I mind having that sexy mouth on me?”

She hooked her hand around Miles’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. “I want you giving me a G-spot orgasm next time.”

Hoping to lure Miles onto the mattress, Winston held out the flogger. “If you plan to make me happy, you have some whipping to do.”

They resumed their positions, Winston helping Rory wedge a couple pillows beneath her hips. The musky scent of her arousal combined with the teasing glide of leather on his butt had him harder than before the interruption in seconds.

She arched upward, bumping her pussy into his erection. “I’m all wet from watching you and Miles. Are you ready to cream and be creamed?”

Her dirty talk had him more than ready. He guided his cock to her entrance and pumped forward. She took him balls deep in a single thrust. “Sweetheart, I hope a quickie is okay, because I’m not going to last long. Damn, you feel good.”

Cool gel on his anus gave him a hint of warning that Miles was about to join the party—but only a hint. The broad head of Miles’s dick slid past the outer ring of muscles and bumped over Winston’s prostate as he fully seated himself much the way Winston had done with Rory. A convulsion ripped through Winston’s body, stealing his breath and very nearly making him shoot his load into her delectable cunt. With a swift tightening of his abdominals, he narrowly averted coming too soon. Now if he could only last a little longer.

Rory threaded her fingertips into his hair. “Don’t you love being in the middle? Barrett, I’m dying to suck that beautiful cock of yours.”

Her lack of inhibitions put Winston right back on the track toward an explosion. He rocked into her tight tunnel, Miles’s forward push sending him even deeper. “God, yes.”

Behind him, Miles gripped his hips tighter, like he always did when he was close to orgasming. His panting breaths suggested he was about to fill Winston’s ass with cum.

Crawling to her side, Barrett dangled his erection above her open mouth. “Winston and Miles are going to get off before I do. How about if we sixty-nine after they’re done? I want a taste of Rory-Winston smoothie.”

“Sixty-nine is my favorite number.” Her voice squeaked when Winston plunged into her again. She used her free hand to trace Barrett’s curve as she licked the slit.

He groaned and plucked at her nipple. “Come for Winston. Let him feel you squeeze him. If that doesn’t do it for him, nothing will. I bet pinching Miles’s nipple will make him come too.”

Her eyes widened, and several spasms hugged Winston, forcing his balls up against his body. She cried out, her muscles pulsing around him. Lights flashed behind his eyelids, hot cum shot up his length, and a yell of gratification scrambled up his throat.

A growl came from Miles as his erection swelled in Winston’s ass. Wet heat filled him in a rushing blast, and the growl became a roar. Miles pulled him backward, tossing him on the bed. Then Miles dove between Winston’s thighs and licked the mix of his and Rory juices off his cock.

Glancing toward the other couple, Winston got a close-up view of Barrett fucking Rory’s pussy with his tongue. After several stabs, he started lapping at her clit. Her delicate hand snaked past him to dip inside herself, coating her middle finger before she lifted it to Barrett’s backside. The slender digit disappeared into his hole.

He bucked and groaned. “Fuck, yeah. Right there, Rory.”

Finished with cleanup, Miles lay against Winston’s back with an arm draped around his waist, clearly just as transfixed by the action. Within moments, their other two lovers shuddered and cried out, signaling another pair of orgasms.

Barrett climbed off Rory, kissing her on his way down to the mattress. They cuddled together in a mirror image of Winston and Miles.

She closed her eyes and smiled, making Winston’s heart stutter. “This was the best day of my life.”

“We want to apologize again for bothering you after hours, Dr. Bond.” Picking up the flogger, Amy settled on the couch with Carl, both of them flushed with obvious embarrassment. “I guess I need to practice those knots some more.”

Lowering into her seat to referee the upcoming scene, Rory bit the inside of her lip to keep from grinning. They’d done her a huge favor, but she wasn’t about to tell her final Tuesday appointment about her extraordinary love life. “Not a problem. We can work on the knot tying at the end of today’s session if you like.”

Carl nodded. “Probably a good idea.”

“Okay. Let’s get started then.” Sitting back in her chair, Rory let the couple set the pace. Her mind strayed from her clients as they jumped right into scripted flogging episode, images of Miles whipping Winston’s butt preparing her for a wonderful after-work encounter with her guys.

Within what seemed like only a few minutes, Amy and Carl were hurrying out the door again. If all her clients were that enthusiastic, she’d likely go out of business.

Retreating to her private office, she opened her laptop for a quick check of the next day’s appointments. Her e-mail alert sounded before she could even click on her calendar. Did she have a cancellation?

She pulled up her account expecting several dozen ads from the adult toy companies she did business with, but the address on the top line confused her. Why would the real estate agent who’d sold her a share in the building be contacting her?

Another click revealed a three-paragraph message.

Dear Dr. Bond,

I hope you’ve been happy with the co-op you purchased this past February. Mr. DeLong informed me that your practice is doing well, and I’m sorry I didn’t have a chance to chat with you when I showed Mr. Cunningham the fourth unit.

Although I’d love to catch up, the reason for my e-mail is business. I have a buyer for the entire building and wondered if you might be interested in selling. Since Mr. Parrish, Mr. DeLong, and Mr. Cunningham have all recently contacted me about representing their portions of the property, I had expected to hear from you as well.

What the hell?

Rory’s stomach twisted in knots, but she reviewed the second paragraph, sure she’d misread Mrs. Hartwell’s letter—or what she’d managed to read of it. The words didn’t change. Miles, Winston, and Barrett wanted to sell their interests in the building?

The past three nights in her bed meant nothing to them. They’d used her—just like every other guy she’d ever dated. She never would’ve guessed her men were the love-’em-and-leave-’em type.
Not that they love me.

She’d fallen for Winston and Miles months ago, and seeing Barrett again after thirteen years had sparked the old flame she’d carried for him throughout high school. He was the only boy who hadn’t made crude remarks about her enormous boobs. She’d believed he was a nice guy.

Rory, you’re a fool. No man could want you for the right reasons.

Closing the computer, she crossed her arms on the edge of the desk and laid down her head. Her fantasy had come to life and eaten her alive.