CollectiveMemory

by Tielle St Clare

  Devin squinted and peered at him. Food before sex? Even Cayl cocked his head to the side.

  “You wish to wait to relieve my affliction? Is it because you were not being truthful when you said you approved of this form?”

  “No. I very much approve of your form.” Mace shook his head. “But I think we should slow it down.”

  It was Devin’s turn to gape. “You? Saying no to sex?”

  “Has he been ill, Agent Denning?” Cayl tipped his head to the other side and stepped forward, observing Mace with those inscrutable eyes. “This is most unusual behavior for Mace, is it not? Even in my short time on earth I learned that he rarely refused the offer of sex.”

  Mace grunted and it almost looked like he was blushing.

  “I was being considerate. I thought you all might be hungry.”

  Cayl shook his head. “I ate before I came. A most satisfying fast-food burger.”

  Devin shrugged. “I’m fine. I snacked at work.”

  “You’re okay with this?” Mace asked, drilling his stare into Devin’s. “What happened to taking it slow? Getting to know each other? The whole ‘let’s see if there is a relationship before we fuck’ thing.”

  Devin resisted the urge to smile. Poor Mace. He was trying to be such a good boy.

  “And I think that’s important and since Cayl’s going to be around for a while we can do that, but…” She unbuttoned her coat. She’d gone home after work and changed…matching bra and panties and a low cut dress designed to tease him into ripping it off her. “Tonight’s special, don’t you think?”

  She curled her fingers around the front of Mace’s shirt and drew him close, pressing up on her tiptoes to get close to his mouth. He resisted her pull for a millisecond then bent down, letting her brush her lips against his. “Don’t you think we should welcome Cayl home properly?”

  Mace’s stare locked on hers. She recognized the hunger in his eyes but there was also a glimmer of something more serious in his gaze.

  She took a step back and dragged the edges of her jacket away, letting it slide off her shoulders. It hit the ground with a soft thump.

  “Agent Denning, you’re wearing your slutty clothes.”

  She crushed her smile and kept her attention on Mace. While it wasn’t as slutty as she’d worn to the club, it revealed a lot. The sheer top floated around her hips. The skirt hit mid-thigh. Her intent had been to make Mace wait until after dinner, seduce him with teasing looks and hints of skin. Now she was using the direct method.

  “I came here, dressed for you.”

  The corners of his eyes tightened down and he nodded. He looked like he was going to pout.

  He glanced at Cayl then back to Devin and sighed. The bit of drama eased the clamp around Devin’s heart.

  “Fine, he can join in but if he’s going to stay around, he’s going to have to live through three weeks of no sex too.”

  “What?!” Cayl’s mangled shout made Devin smile. “I’m a visitor to this world. I do not believe you are allowed to be so cruel to me.”

  Mace’s stare didn’t leave hers until finally she nodded.

  “It will be good for him.”

  “Good for our ‘relationship’,” Mace added.

  “I still think that is an extreme punishment,” Cayl protested.

  Mace looked at Cayl then back at Devin. “You have no idea.”

  Cayl harrumphed and sighed. “We will discuss this later. I believe we should proceed with the sex plan. My shaft is still hard though this long discussion has removed some of the starch to it.”

  “Well, we can’t have that,” Mace drawled. He winked at Devin and grabbed her hand, starting for the stairs.

  Cayl followed behind them, his fingers brushing the walls and railing as if relearning the world through this new body. “It is good that you agreed to proceed. If you had not I would have believed it was because you were afraid to take my shaft inside your ass.”

  Devin’s mind blanked for a moment and her foot caught the stair. She landed with a thud against Mace’s hip. She’d forgotten about that agreement between them. Mace seemed to have as well. He caught her and pulled her back upright.

  “Uh, no. That wasn’t the reason.” Mace continued up the stairs.

  Cayl’s voice followed them to the top. “Do not worry. I will have Agent Denning first to allow you to become used to the idea once again. Then when I fuck you, I shall be able to last a long time, torment you the way you did me.”

  Mace stumbled—or his knees weakened. Devin couldn’t be sure. He caught himself and straightened, looking back at her.

  “Seriously, you have to put him on a three week drought.”

  She smiled and slid her hand down the front of his tight jeans. The hard ridge of his cock burned through the material. “I will. Just not tonight.”

  “No, not tonight.”

  The low rumble of his voice sent a shiver down her spine and she leaned in for a kiss, needing to taste him, to reestablish the connection. It had been too long. Oh, they’d kissed in the past three weeks but there had been a barrier between them. Tonight that was gone.

  Mace bent down and pressed his lips to hers. Heat shimmered between them and Devin pressed up, needing more of that delicious warmth. Wicked, wet heat flicked at her lips and she opened, welcoming him in.

  Sexual need flowed into her muscles and she stood on tiptoe, draping her arms around his neck. The kiss went on, long slow caresses that filled her mouth, teased her lips until she felt every caress deep in her pussy. She tipped her hips forward, rocking against the hard cock pressed against her cunt.

  Dreamy, wicked images filled her head. It had been three weeks—normally not a long drought for her but now she knew what it was like, how it felt to have both these men inside her.

  Mace trailed kisses along her jaw, down her neck, bringing the sensitive skin alive. Hot delicious licks drew a groan from deep inside her. She tilted her head, offering him more.

  “Oh my.”

  “Hmm?” Mace hummed the question but didn’t stop the seductive kisses.

  “Look.” She punched his ribs, just enough to get his attention.

  Mace lifted his head and looked to his right—Cayl, naked, hard and spread out on Mace’s bed.

  “Damn,” he whispered.

  “That’s what I’m thinking.” Devin leaned into Mace’s embrace, sighing as he pulled her hard against his body. Trapped against Mace’s explosive heat, she let her eyes wander down Cayl’s new body. His cock was definitely bigger. Thicker. She raised her eyes and looked up at Mace. “You ready for that?”

  Mace shook his head. “Not tonight.”

  Cayl sat up and his lower lip curled down in a pout. “But you said that I would be allowed to fuck you. I have retained the memory. I wish to feel my cock buried in your ass.”

  The bold statement and pure male hunger settled into her core, heating her pussy, making her squirm at the memory.

  “You will.” A smile painted Mace’s voice. “Just not tonight. We need to do a little preparation before we put that—” He nodded at Cayl’s cock. “Anywhere near my ass.”

  “Fine.” Cayl sighed and flopped dramatically back on the bed. “But I will still be allowed access to Devin’s pussy, will I not?”

  Devin blinked.

  “I think that can be arranged,” Mace drawled.

  Devin spun out of his embrace, putting at least a little distance between them.

  “What makes you think you get to decide that?” She lifted her chin and pressed her shoulders back to prove she wouldn’t be bullied.

  The right corner of Mace’s mouth kicked up into a dangerous smile.

  “Baby, it’s obviously been too long since we’ve been naked if you can’t remember that.”

  A wicked flutter teased her pussy and she remembered what it was like—to have Mace in full-dominant mode, how it made her want to submit.

  Cayl rolled over and crawled to the end of the bed. The body belonged to a stra
nger but the lights in his eyes glowed with Cayl’s hunger.

  “Mayhap she should be punished for her insolence,” he suggested, his tone eager. “I have not experienced spanking her, only watched you do so. Perhaps I should expand my knowledge.”

  Devin felt her mouth drop open. “Wha—?”

  “I think that’s a lovely idea.” Mace tipped his head toward Devin. “Help me get her naked.”

  “Hmm, yes. I do enjoy her slutty clothes but I would like free access to her pussy and tits while I administer her punishment.”

  Her throat tightened. Her fight-or-flight instincts told her to bolt—but the lust in Cayl and Mace’s eyes held her in place. She reached for the buttons at the top of her blouse.

  Hot male bodies pressed close around her.

  “We’ll do it, baby.”

  “Yes,” Cayl agreed. His fingers slid beneath hers, taking over the task. Devin held herself still, letting them peel the clothes from her body. Such a basic act but delicious shivers raced across her skin with each touch. The blouse opened, the bra stripped off, Cayl became less concerned with finishing the job and more focused on reacquainting himself with her breasts.

  His fingers stroked the smooth curves and flipped back and forth across her nipples, seeming to delight in the way the peaks scrunched even tighter. The caresses were light and teasing but every stroke sent flutters into her pussy.

  Each nerve ending seemed to tingle in response, remembering what it had been like with these two men. Letting he eyes droop closed, she moved into Cayl’s caresses and relaxed into Mace’s warmth.

  “That’s it, baby,” Mace murmured as he pulled down the zipper of her skirt. The material released around her waist and dropped to the floor. Mace slid his hand around her naked hip and nudged her legs apart so she had no choice but to step out of the fallen skirt. “Damn, you did dress to fuck, didn’t you?” His fingers slipped under the thin strap of her barely there panties. They matched the bra that had disappeared beneath Cayl’s touches.

  Mace moved his hand down, cupping her pussy through the silk. “So wet.”

  Cayl looked up. “She is. Already? Hmm, I have missed the slick liquid on my skin.” He licked his lips.

  Her knees weakened. The desperate need in Cayl’s stare flowed into her pussy like a caress. She gripped Mace’s shoulder, using his strength to keep her upright.

  “Hmm, after she’s been punished, perhaps I could taste her.”

  Mace nodded. “Come on, baby. Let’s get the pretty ass nice and pink and then have you spread out for our cocks.”

  She walked to the end of the bed, knees wobbling with each step. She’d been in this position before but her mind had been confused by Harken’s torment. Tonight, she knew what to expect, knew that the heat on her ass would flood her pussy, make her desperate to fuck.

  And she knew how excited it made her men. She stopped, inches away from the bed, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She pushed her ass out and tugged on the red silk, letting the material scrape across her skin. A low grunt rumbled from one of her lovers, Mace she thought. Cayl was much more vocal.

  “I have missed the sight of her ass,” he announced. “My memories are good but the reality is much better.”

  Wiggling a little more than necessary, feeling none of the insecurity she thought she might, she eased the panties down, letting them fall to the ground. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting Mace’s, knowing he was the one she had to push just little more.

  “Would you like me to spread my legs…Sir?”

  Mace’s eyes practically glowed and she remembered how before Cayl left, the glitters from Cayl’s stare seemed to be invading Mace’s gaze.

  “Bend over, baby.” Mace’s voice was more growl than human sounds. “Hands on the crossbar and yes, I want you to spread your legs.”

  Cayl hovered, his body practically vibrating. This new form had less control than his previous one…or now he knew what he’d been missing. He wanted to touch, to run his lips and tongue all over his lovers and slide his cock into their tight holes.

  He was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be allowed to fuck Mace tonight but he didn’t want to hurt him and if his larger shaft would cause pain, he would request another form. He would suggest that to Mace as a solution. Later. When he could think again.

  His short time away had diminished his ability to control these wild senses.

  He reached out and stroked his fingers down the sleek curve of Devin’s ass. The warm flesh trembled beneath his caress. Cayl looked at his other lover, wanting to experience the different sensations he had with the male.

  “You are still wearing your raiment,” he accused. “I have no access to your skin with the cloth covering you.”

  A slight smile curved Mace’s lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll undress here in a few minutes.” Mace reached out and hooked his hand around the back of Cayl’s neck, tugging him forward. Cayl allowed himself to be drawn forward. Mace turned his head and Cayl shifted to match, hoping, wanting another kiss. The strong masculine mouth covered his and he groaned as Mace pushed his tongue inside. It would be so easy to fall into the embrace, to beg Mace to fuck him, but he wanted to feel Devin’s pussy around his cock.

  Mace pulled back, leaving a breath between them, his lips brushing Cayl’s as he spoke. “I think we should take care of Devin first. She hasn’t had any cock in three weeks and I think that sweet cunt needs to be filled.”

  Cayl couldn’t contain his groan. His cock leapt at the images that filled his head. The human imagination was a powerful thing. It went places that his memory could not go, anticipating, making him crave the sensations.

  “Yes, we must fuck her. I would feel her on my shaft.”

  Mace’s eyes twinkled but the glitter that resided in Cayl’s own gaze had faded in the three weeks he’d been absent. A growl echoed in his throat. He’d liked seeing his lights in Mace’s eyes and needed to renew them.

  During his time away, he’d researched how the lights had been transferred and it had been through their sharing. He needed to come in Mace’s mouth and have Mace come in his and the lights would return.

  He licked his lips, imagining the sensation of Mace’s cock sliding across his tongue. He hummed.

  Mace chuckled. “I like wherever your mind went,” he drawled. “Let’s get her fucked and then you can tell me what put the smile on your lips”

  “I will tell you now. I was imagining sucking your cock.”

  Mace flinched. The movement was small, just barely noticeable. “Damn, all right.” He looked Devin. “Still with us?”

  She straightened and turned, he eyes wide as she watched them, her lips slightly open. Cayl let his eyes trail across her breasts to her pussy. Her hand rested between her thighs, her fingers curled against her pussy lips.

  “I think our discussion has aroused her. She is stroking cunt.”

  Mace’s head snapped up and he followed the line of Devin’s arm. “Naughty girl. We didn’t give you permission to touch yourself.”

  Her shoulders moved back and her chin lifted but Cayl could still see the hunger surging through her body.

  “Now is the time to administer the punishment, yes?”

  Mace nodded and reached down, plucking Devin’s hand from between her thighs and drawing it up, carrying it to his mouth. Cayl realized what Mace was doing and leaned in, wanting a taste as well.

  The mellow flavor hit his tongue and he groaned. He lapped at her skin, catching every bit of her pussy juices.

  “I cannot wait to punish her. I must taste her now.”

  He didn’t wait for Mace to approve or disapprove. He dropped to his knees and spun Devin to face him. He dived in, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers and trailing his tongue up the full length of her slit.

  Her shocked cry filled his head and he hummed, flicking his tongue against her clit. The memories of his earlier visit resounded in his brain and he remembered what Devin liked, how sh
e enjoyed having her clit sucked and how she liked feeling his tongue sliding into her passage. He fluttered his tongue along her pussy lips.

  The delightful noises she made when he sucked her clit grew muffled and indistinct. Those sounds belonged to him, he’d created them.

  He looked up, ready to demand that Mace release her mouth but the sight stopped him. Mace indeed had his lips on hers and his tongue, no doubt, sliding his tongue into her heat. His hand covered her breast, squeezing the firm mound, his fingers pinching her nipple. A gasp whimper teased the back of his throat as she arched into the touch. A new rush of fluid drenched her pussy.

  He wanted all of it—to touch her and Mace and to have their hands on him. It was too much.

  He wrapped his hand around his erection and stroked. The sight of his lovers in an embrace, the scent of Devin’s cunt, the delicate flavor lingering on his tongue had aroused him so only a few passes were needed and he was coming. The pleasurable sensations started in his cock and rippled into his muscles. His come spilled across his fingers and he groaned.

  Mace lifted his head, that dangerous smile curling his lips as he looked down at Cayl.

  “Feel better now?”

  “Yes.” He felt his lower lip push forward. “But now I will not be able to fuck Devin.”

  “I think you’ll be able to get it up again soon enough,” Mace said with a wink. “That’s a young body you’ve got there.”

  “Hmm, yes. I remember reading that a younger male has a faster recovery time.” He leaned forward and gave Devin’s pussy another lick. His cock gave a small twitch. “I will have to experiment with this.”

  “Won’t that be fun.” Devin’s comment was supposed to be teasing but it came out more breathless, hungry. Mace smiled. Devin tipped back her head. Lust ripped through her gaze and Mace needed to taste her. He bent down and took her mouth in another soul-deep kiss. Her body moved against his, her hips rocking as she fucked herself against Cayl’s mouth.

  Needing to connect to them both, he reached down and slid his hand into Cayl’s hair, feeling his movements as he ate Devin’s pussy. Fuck, he could practically feel what Cayl was doing to her. Every shallow pump of hips rubbed against his cock.