Justin grinned and said, “Are you gonna talk about having seen my wife’s breasts when we’re hanging out at the Dancing Pony?”
“Uh, no,” Patrick answered succinctly.
“Because only an asshole would mention it out of context, right?”
“Yeah.”
“By the same token, you guys are involved in a ménage, right?”
“Right?” Patrick asked, looking unsure where he was going with that train of thought.
“When we’re all together with our friends who are in ménages, are we talking about ménage sex, or asking you about how a threesome with your woman feels?”
“No.”
“You know that we’ve all pondered it but there’s no need for discussion, unless it’s in private for a good reason.”
“I see where you’re going with that now. Okay.”
Justin added, “But you do know that there are men you could go to, if you had problems or questions that you needed answers to, for the sake of your relationship with Lucy.”
“Sure.”
Justin shrugged and smiled. “Healthy boundaries are what it boils down to. Charity has an exhibitionistic tendency that I enjoy indulging at these events. Because we have healthy boundaries with our friends, who apparently also have kinky wives and girlfriends, we can allow them to let their hair down and be assured there aren’t going to be consequences or hurt feelings down the road.”
Beck asked, “What about if photos of Charity were to show up on the Internet.”
Justin nodded and shrugged. “They have. We’ve seen them. But we don’t broadcast to everyone that we come to this event every year and we don’t ever give our names out to anyone taking those pictures. Justine and Beau were raised with very open attitudes about nudity and sex, and they think it’s pretty cool that their mom has a positive body image.”
“It doesn’t affect your livelihoods?”
Justin shrugged. “I make a good living. Anyone who doesn’t accept that I have a right to a private life with my wife can fuck themselves.”
Beck nodded, his questions answered. He turned to look into the tent and, since she was tall for a woman, he caught a glimpse of Lucy inside.
Justin nudged him and pointed at the crowd. “I don’t know if you’ve been watching the crowd but this is how it usually is. They stay on their side of that partition. The people come and go, and the ones who stay to watch are usually men. They don’t distract the model or the artist. They just watch. Look at that young guy. He looks barely old enough to be here. He’s watching the other men and learning that it’s not acceptable to act like an asshole.”
“It doesn’t bother you that they had to be getting turned on while they were watching Charity get painted?”
Justin shook his head. “I get turned on looking at her. We’re all visually stimulated and I can’t fault them for that. Now if one of them starts jacking off in front of her, we’re gonna have a shitload of trouble, but no, I don’t care if they fantasize about her later. She limits the nudity to going topless and I draw the line at them touching her or propositioning her. In this gathering, doing that can get your ass pounded into the dirt. The organizers and the serious bikers don’t want shitheads like that at this function. This is a place where we can be ourselves.”
Beck wasn’t sure he could automatically reconcile himself to the fact that men might be jacking off later while thinking about what Lucy looked like right now. But he understood that could happen every day, anytime a guy got a look at Lucy, nude or not.
Beck scrutinized the crowd and noticed that the men mostly just stood and watched. They weren’t acting like horny animals with their tongues hanging out or embarrassing her by saying suggestive things. They were mostly just appreciative, it seemed. A couple of them clapped when Lucy stood and Beck caught a glimpse of her shy smile as she turned for the artist and he made some small touch-ups and then sent her on her way.
The gazes of several in the crowd followed her and Beck and Patrick both temporarily lost the ability to speak as the mass parted for her and he got a good look. One of the men made a vocal avowal of appreciation.
Justin put his hand on Beck’s shoulder. “Beck, listen to me quick. You make her feel good about herself or I have a feeling she’ll show you a new meaning for the phrase ‘See You at the Pole.’”
“Huh?”
“You recall that there are poles set up for pole-dancing on the parade loop? Charity told me that Lucy told her that was her next stop if you said one cross word to her. Word to the wise. Start kissing major fucking ass or your night is gonna go long and not in a good way.”
Beck grinned as he watched her approach and said, “That won’t be hard at all, my friend.”
Patrick agreed quickly. “Uh-huh.”
Lucy was painted to look like a silvery mermaid. Delicate iridescent white and silver scales shimmered in the lights. The scales spread upward from her bellybutton in delicate swirls and cupped her full, perfect breasts before continuing up her sides and twirling artfully around her shoulders. The artist had also painted the design on her mid- to lower-back, beneath the fall of her hair. The design included flourishes that crept up her throat and curled in whimsical wisps along her jawline and cheeks.
Lucy went right to them, a smile on her face but uncertainty showing in her eyes. Beck was sad that he was responsible for that. She reached out and Patrick took her hands and twirled her around so they could see the whole design.
Beck gulped audibly, feeling like his heart was in his throat.
Patrick made an appreciative sound and then said, “You look like something out of a fantasy. A sexy little mermaid.” Lucy made a soft sound of delight and accepted his kiss when Patrick leaned toward her. The kiss went on for a good minute until several of their friends murmured teasingly.
When Patrick released her lips, Lucy was blushing clear down to her body paint. She gave Beck a guarded glance. She looked like she was struggling as much as he was.
Beck felt unworthy to pull her into his arms. “Could I talk to you? Privately?”
Lucy chewed her lips for a second and shook her head. “You humiliated me in public earlier. Anything you want to say can be said in front of the same people.” She didn’t look angry but she sure looked serious.
Crow tastes really fucking bad right now but losing her would be a hell of a lot worse.
A sincere gesture was called for and Beck hoped like hell he wasn’t making the wrong call as he went down on one knee and then the other, there in the grass on the side of the walkway. People stared as he reached for her hands. He didn’t care. When she placed them in his, he kissed her hands and looked up at her. “What I did—what I said before—it was wrong, Lucy. I put my ego above your needs and I apologize. You look just…beautiful and I’m so sorry I hurt you, sweetness.”
Her eyes filled with tears and he rose and quickly brushed them from her cheeks.
“I don’t want your body paint ruined. Please don’t cry.”
“These are happy tears. I’m sorry what I did upset you. I h–heard you earlier.”
“Shh.” He put his finger to her lips. “What do you say I take you for a ride?”
Lucy’s face lit up until she was the only thing he could see and she nodded enthusiastically.
“Not before I get pictures!” Charity said happily as she took out her phone.
An hour later, after Beck and Patrick had taken turns riding with her around the parade circuit, they said good night to their friends.
Charity offered again to give Patrick a ride out to his truck in the rear parking lot. Because Patrick was fairly laid back and comfortable enough with his masculinity, he accepted the ride, after clarifying with Justin that he would at no time be grabbing hold of Charity. Several of their friends rode out to the parking lot with them before leaving on a midnight cruise around Lake Travis.
Lucy was happy to discover that Patrick had brought the ramp that Beck used to load his Harley into his tru
ck. She looked pleased when they told her that they planned to ride in the truck with her between them.
It had been a long day, and the ride home progressed quietly until Beck, who was in the driver’s seat, made a suggestion. “Lucy, you look uncomfortable in that miniskirt. Now that we’re away from the city lights and closer to home, why don’t you slip out of it and get cozy with Patrick.”
Lucy looked at Patrick and said, “I might get body paint all over your seats.”
“Not if you ride in my lap, little tiger. You can get it all over me instead. Besides, tonight’s not the night for playing it safe. You’ve already cast the die.”
Beck’s cock swelled so fast it hurt. He got ramrod hard, watching her tug at the laces on the skirt, exposing her curvaceous ass and lush thighs as she wiggled and squirmed to get it off. Her sweet, erotic scent filled the cab of the truck and both he and Patrick murmured in approval.
Watching the road was his top priority but she was damned distracting as the moan escaped her when Patrick ran his hand up her thigh and slid his fingertips under the transparent fabric of her black G-string.
Beck could hear how slick she was and he groaned at the same time Patrick did. “Hot and soaked. You’re really ready for some fun, aren’t you, little tiger?”
“I am,” she replied, as she eagerly slid the G-string off and put it with the skirt on the dashboard.
Patrick stroked her breast and she let out a soft, needy sound. Patrick said, “Luce, did going topless and getting painted tonight turn you on?” Lucy must’ve hesitated because Patrick added, “It’s okay if you were. I really want to know.”
As he spoke, Patrick had lifted her right thigh and placed her heel on the doorframe beside him, then lifted the other thigh and placed her other heel on the dashboard, spreading her open wide for easy access, he supposed, in case Beck wanted to play with her, too.
“At first, I was too upset. But once I got used to the sensations, yes, I got really turned on. I didn’t want any of those men touching me but it got me hot to know they were watching. It may have made me even hotter to know that they weren’t allowed to touch, to know that I was safe.” Patrick reached to touch her and she moaned in anticipation.
Beck worried about running off the road but the succulent scent of her was irresistible, and so were her moans as Patrick began stroking her bare pussy with his fingertips.
The decadent, wet sounds set Beck on edge but he disciplined himself to keep the truck moving toward home while Patrick pleasured their woman. At one point, she grasped Beck’s thigh and whispered, “Harder, Patrick. Harder! Oh yes!” Her moans were music to Beck’s ears, a healing sound, as she held on to both of them and climaxed for Patrick.
A moment later, Lucy turned and straddled Patrick’s lap. She let out a cry of pleasure and Beck realized Patrick must’ve already had his dick out. He glanced over and a heat wave hit him as he watched her slide down on his friend’s cock. His dick stung as a droplet of pre-cum cleared the head and he wanted to be inside her so bad he wondered if they’d make it home after all. They still had about ten miles to go.
Lucy moaned as she rose and then sat down hard on Patrick’s cock, making him growl with pleasure, and then she paused.
“I want something special tonight.”
“Anything, Luce,” Patrick murmured as he rotated his hips and shifted in the seat.
“When we get home, I want you both. I want a real ménage.”
The truck got quiet. They’d been told to let her set the pace by their friends. Let her decide when the time was right for double penetration. His dick jerked with excitement.
Patrick kissed her and turned to look at Beck. Beck nodded at him.
“Little tiger, looks like you’re about to get your wish.”
Lucy rode Patrick to howling fulfillment and Beck made record time getting them home. Listening to the concert of their lovemaking, breathing in the delicious scent of her arousal and hearing the rising pitch of her moans was sweet torture but he felt it was the least he could do, letting them have that moment while he continued driving them home. He couldn’t wait to get her between them.
Chapter Nineteen
Patrick couldn’t touch her enough. Couldn’t soak up enough of the heat from her soft skin into his palms. She filled his senses with her scent and her taste.
Getting her in his house was challenging with her nude but they’d managed. PJ was staying at Grace Warner’s house, along with little Levi Wolf, and Justine and Beau Connors, so they had the place to themselves.
They stood under the hot spray in the shower, washing the body paint off, and enjoying touching her, lathering her skin and teasing her.
Patrick washed her hair for her and enjoyed the sound of her soft, happy sigh as he gently massaged her scalp. Lucy looked up at him and he could see the emotions swirling together in her eyes. The satisfaction from her earlier orgasm. The need for more. The desire to try something new. She rubbed her ass against his hip as she turned, her skin slippery and hot.
She stroked both of their chests with her hands as she turned her gaze to Beck. The slight smile on his lips curved as he bent for a kiss from her. She gasped as he stroked her nipple while he kissed her.
Patrick pulled her hips back against him, sliding his hardened cock between her slippery butt cheeks as he kissed her shoulder. She pressed against him and tightened her muscles, and a hot tingle sizzled through his shaft to his balls. He’d just made love to her in the truck and already he wanted her again.
She undulated between them, sliding her slick, soapy skin against Beck’s cock at her abdomen and his at her ass, mimicking making love with both of them as she slid her hands up their arms and then turned so she could kiss Patrick and rub her ass against Beck.
She tilted her head up to the overhead sprayer so she could rinse the soap off. She used her hands to squeeze the water through her hair and in doing so tilted her tightly peaked nipples up to him for his enjoyment. Her breasts were beautiful, warm weights cupped in his hands. Their shape was perfect, like succulent fruit beckoning his kisses and tongue.
“That feels so good,” she moaned as she continued rinsing her hair, arching her back and shuddering when he slid his hands around her waist and stroked upward. Her breath caught in her throat as Beck slid his fingertips between her thighs and she grew restless. The motion of her hips became more pronounced as he stroked her and she began to pant.
“I want you,” she moaned. “Want you both.” Lust burned in her eyes as she looked up at Patrick. He felt it, too. The desire to take this next step between them.
They made quick work of drying off and Patrick gathered what they needed from the medicine cabinet and joined them in the bedroom.
Beck already had her on the bed and Patrick enjoyed watching them as he lit the candles. His cock hardened and grew hot and heavy between his legs as he watched Lucy move with Beck. He ate her pussy, plundering her as he held her thighs open wide. She groaned and arched her back as he licked and sucked at her clit and drank from her.
Lucy was a vision with her black hair strewn in wet strands all over the pillows and her rosy tipped breasts swaying with her movements. She slid her hands down and replaced Beck’s hands when he released her thighs and lifted her by her hips to his mouth. She tilted her head back and the sounds she made told Patrick that Beck was doing it right.
Patrick joined them on the bed and smiled when Beck suddenly pulled away and she whined with dissatisfaction. Beck patted her pussy and growled, “Soon you’ll be screaming with satisfaction, Juicy Lucy. Right now Patrick wants that little asshole of yours.”
Patrick laid back on the piled-up pillows and stroked a generous dollop of lubricant on his throbbing cock, trying not to think about how fucking hot and tight she was going feel. To do so might mean losing control and he wasn’t having any of that. Not with the hot and lusty look in Lucy’s face. He wanted this to be the first of many times they’d fuck her together and her needs came first.
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When she turned to him, seeking direction, Patrick turned her to face Beck who was kneeling on the bed, sitting on his heels. Patrick stroked her heart-shaped ass as she kneeled on hands and knees in front of Beck. Patrick pressed the head of his cock against her slick, blushing cunt and said, “Lick and suck Beck’s cock for him, Lucy. Show him some love.”
She seemed to need no other instruction as she licked Beck’s cock and sucked him into her mouth. Beck smiled at Patrick as he threaded his hands into her hair and groaned deeply. Watching the two of them distracted him a little and helped to keep him from losing it as he continued to tease her cunt until she moaned loudly and backed up, attempting to take him inside her.
With a chuckle, he lined his dick up with her entrance and slid in just a few inches, just enough to tease her with the sliding stretch, the part she loved. He leaned forward over her, bracing his hand by hers and her vocal appreciation told him he was hitting the right spot. He flexed his hips, rubbing her G-spot in short, firm strokes. Her pussy quivered around him and her hot juices made him slip and slide with ease.
Her thighs trembled and he grinned with a feral, primordial sort of satisfaction when her breath sounds turned to rapid panting and she arched her back, signaling her complete surrender to him. He wet his fingers with lube and stroked her asshole firmly. Her asshole gave way to him, allowing him to prepare her, and he smiled when she also spread her legs further, signaling submission. Beck gasped and tilted his head back, groaning in passion as she sucked him. Her cunt trembled all around Patrick as he kept thrusting. He had to grit his teeth and take deep breaths to maintain control.
“Holy fuck, woman,” Patrick whispered. “You want this so much, don’t you?”
Her earnest murmur of affirmation made his heart palpitate.
With superhuman effort, Patrick pulled his cock from her juicy cunt, enjoying the way she clenched at him, trying to keep him inside her.
Patrick nodded at Beck and then slid his hands around her torso and pulled her into an upright position. She was breathless and flushed, her eyes glazed with passion as she licked her lips and waited.
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