by Diane Leyne
She sighed again. That really would be the best of both worlds, having both her very hot and sexy best friend and the very hot and sexy Luke.
Just then, the door opened, and it was Zack coming through from the public area. He hurried to the staff changing room. He didn’t wear his leathers home. He’d leave them for the club laundry service. Serena wished he’d wear them at home, just once.
Knowing he wouldn’t dawdle, she packed up her books and grabbed her purse, yawning widely, so she could be waiting by the door. It was almost 2:30, and she was ready for bed. She pressed the button to call the elevator
The dinging sound that signalled the arrival of the elevator coincided with Zack bursting out through the door. They entered the elevator car and had just pressed the down button when they heard a voice calling out.
“Hold that elevator.”
* * * *
Zack looked up at the sound of the voice. It was Luke, of course, the only other person in the club, thought Zack grumpily. Of course it was. Luke hadn’t bothered to change. He was wearing his standard work uniform of military-looking khakis and black boots. On top, he wore a khaki vest. He had his Aviator shades tucked into a pocket. He sometimes wore them on the floor, which added to his air of mystery and command.
And when he was upset, he slid them down and stared down the miscreant over the reflective lenses, and Zack had never ever seen anyone fail to back down when confronted with an angry Luke. He could only hope that one day he’d be that authoritative a Dom.
In the meantime, he wished Luke would get lost. But no, he was stuck with him in the tight elevator. He’d slid in, taking a position behind them for some reason, standing so close that Zack could feel his body heat. He didn’t say anything in the main elevator, but once they got to the main floor and entered the parking elevator, he put he right hand on Serena’s right side and his left hand on Zack’s left side and drew them close.
“Say, Serena,” he began silkily. Zack’s hackles rose. “About that project you were talking about earlier. I’ve got an idea.”
“Let me hear it.”
“Well, I’m sure that there will be lots of students doing BDSM projects. It’s ‘cool’ right now, ever since those books came out.”
“True. I’ve been trying to think of a fresh angle, but it isn’t easy.”
“How about this, then. How about studying life in a BDSM ménage?” Luke turned his head, speaking almost directly into Zack’s ear. “Are you game? Shall we teach this little kitten about the joys of submitting to two dominant men? And in return, we’ll let her show her claws and school us.” He turned back to Serena. “What do you think?”
Then he leaned over and kissed her. It wasn’t a quick peck. It was long and hard and involved tongue. Zack opened his mouth to object, but before he could say anything, Luke turned his head and kissed him hard on the mouth, his tongue invading, demanding a response. The kiss was hard and sexy, and in spite of himself, Zack found himself aroused.
And then the elevator dinged, and the moment ended. Luke broke the kiss and slid between them, exiting the elevator. He turned and looked at Zack and Serena standing in the elevator, stunned at this turn of events. The doors started to close, and he grabbed the nearest one.
“You two better get out before you end up riding back up to the club.”
Zack found his feet responding to the command in Luke’s voice. Apparently Serena was inspired by the same command as she exited, too.
Luke grinned. “Think about it. Both of you. I noticed on the schedule that we are all working Thursday, starting at eight. I’d like to suggest that we meet for an early dinner at six thirty on Thursday at the Summerside Grill. We can talk more there.”
* * * *
And then he turned and walked away without a backward glance, keeping the smile off his face until his back was to them. Based on Zack’s expression, whatever he had been expecting, it hadn’t been that kiss. Luke chuckled. He had surprised himself, too. He hadn’t planned it. He just meant to throw out the idea of a ménage, and when he’d felt the tension in Zack’s body. He wanted to do something to surprise Zack and to get him thinking differently about Luke, and he had definitely achieved that objective.
He’d been watching Zack, both alone and with Serena. Zack was partially right. Luke had set his sights on Serena. What Zack didn’t realize was that Luke had set his sights on Zack, too. Luke was a Dom through and through. He didn’t categorize his sexuality. He was attracted to and loved the person, not the genitalia.
He also suspected that Zack wasn’t a true Dom. The boy, well, not a boy, really, he was in his mid-twenties, but after Luke’s own life experiences with war, he felt like a boy. But Luke had seen that, while Zack knew how to dominate, it wasn’t always his go-to response, whereas someone like Luke lived, ate, and breathed it. His suspicion was that Zack was really a switch, and while he might like to dominate Serena, he might also like and benefit from a stronger hand to guide him, and Luke thought he was just the man for the job.
The kiss had been a risk, though. He thought he’d seen something in Zack’s face a time or two. Maybe he should have been more subtle. Maybe he’d blown his chances with such an aggressive move, not only with Zack, but with Serena, too. Or maybe that would intrigue them and they’d give him a chance. Either way, he’d been trained to identify his objective, plan his strategy, and then attack. Faint heart had never won fair lady, as the saying went.
He’d find out Thursday. If they showed, then he was in. He’d just have to play it carefully from there. If they didn’t, well, that was just the battle, not the war. They’d find out he didn’t give up easily.
In the meantime, he had a session scheduled with his veterans group. He’d reintegrated back into society a lot better than some, but he found it still helped to get together with the guy weekly. There were some things about war that just never left you, and it helped him cope if he had the group to talk to. He also liked to think his presence helped some of them. They’d depended on his leadership over there, and some of them still looked to him for direction.
He’d also try to spend some one-on-one time with Geoff. The man had been having a hard time lately and Luke was worried about him.
Chapter Three
Zack and Serena drove home in silence. They didn’t speak when they went into the house. They didn’t speak when Zack pulled Serena into the bathroom, stripped them both naked, and got in the shower. They didn’t speak as he lathered every inch of her body, running his hands over her skin and even shoving his slippery fingers inside her pussy and ass. She found this show of dominance to be unbearably thrilling. She wanted him so badly, but when she went to kiss him, he pushed her down to her knees and shoved his cock into her mouth, entwining his fingers in her long hair, and holding her head still as he moved in and out of her mouth.
Serena found herself more turned on than she’d been in a long time. She didn’t know if it was Luke’s two kisses. She found that watching him take Zack’s mouth was a total turn-on. Or maybe it was Zack’s masterful taking of control. He was every inch a Dom tonight, and she was feeling goose bumps.
Serena realized that Zack was intent on showing her that he and not Luke was the man to dominate her, and she found herself responding like she’d never done before. She knew that the moisture between her legs was only partially from the shower. She worked his cock with everything she had, licking and sucking until he finally held her head tightly and started moving his cock in and out of her mouth, pushing deeper and deeper. She forced her throat to relax and concentrated on breathing through her nose until finally she felt him hold himself deeply and start pouring his seed down her throat.
Abruptly, he pulled out of her mouth, his hand milking his cock, shooting the rest of his cum in her hair and onto her chest. He was marking her, and she was thrilled. It was dark and primitive and possessive and turned her on so much it hurt. She desperately wanted to come, but when she looked up and met Zack’s gaze, she knew that
he needed her submission now and she was more than willing to give it to him. So she remained kneeling, waiting for his instruction.
* * * *
Zack looked down at Serena. She was so beautiful kneeling there, her face flushed with desire, his cum dripping from her hair and her chest. He wasn’t sure what had come over him. He’d carried out Dom duties before, but this was the first time he ever felt like a Dom. He’d had an overwhelming need to take her, to put his stamp of ownership on her in a way he never had before.
And he wasn’t done. He’d come, but his cock was far from flaccid, and it was rapidly rehardening as he looked down at her kneeling, waiting for his instruction.
Gently he guided her to her feet and helped her rinse off before he lathered up her hair and gently washed and conditioned it. Then he helped her out of the shower and wrapped her in a fluffy towel, briskly drying her fevered skin. She wanted to touch him, but he just wrapped her completely in the towel, pinning her arms against her sides so her could gently towel-dry her hair. Then he removed her towel, picked her up, carried her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed. Quickly he donned a condom and then was inside her, pounding hard into her.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, but he grabbed them and held them over her head. Then he paused. He released one hand, slid his hand down her leg, hitched it over his shoulder, and then grabbed her hand again. Then he repeated it on the other side. She was completely open to him and completely helpless. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t control the depth of his penetration or the speed of his movements.
Then he changed the angle of his body to grind hard against her, rubbing his pubic bone against her swollen clit. He was rewarded when he felt her climax slam through her, her pussy clamping down on his cock, trying to milk it.
But he didn’t stop moving inside her. And he ruthlessly tamped down on his own climax. He’d taken the edge off in the shower by fucking her mouth. Now he was a machine. He was determined to imprint himself on her so that she had no thought of any other man but him. No one else. And especially not Luke.
He just couldn’t get the picture of Luke out of his mind. Or that kiss. His heart started to race and his breath sped up, and then he was coming inside her. Damn having to wear a condom. He was clean and healthy. He hadn’t been with another woman since he met Serena. He would insist she go on the pill so there would be nothing between them.
Finally, when he had no more seed to spill, Zack collapsed on Serena, exhausted in mind and body. Carefully he pulled out of her and wrapped up the used condom in a tissue and left it on the nightstand, too exhausted to carry it into the bathroom and dispose of it properly.
He lay back and let Serena hold him close, and fell asleep in her arms.
* * * *
When Zack woke up the next morning, the sun was streaming in the window. It was after ten, which was still early when one didn’t get home from work until almost three a.m. Serena wasn’t beside him. Zack sighed. Had she been repelled by his desperation? Would she want him to leave?
He slowly got out of the bed. He found his crumpled clothes and pulled them on, walking out to the living room with the reluctant step of a man going to his own execution.
His first inkling that things weren’t quite what he expected was when he noticed an unexpected odor. Was it bacon? Serena was cooking breakfast? Was it going to be his last meal before she kicked him out?
He pushed open the kitchen door. Serena was at the stove, humming away. She was wearing a thong and a tank top and nothing else.
“Well, don’t just stand there. Go pour us both some orange juice. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
Zack found himself moving. He got two glasses out of the cupboard and poured the orange juice, even remembering to return the carton to the fridge, or at least doing it after Serena gave him a pointed look.
And now he was sitting at the table with an enormous pile of toast and eggs and bacon and hash browns in front of him. Serena had made another plate for herself. She dug in her fork and took a big scoop of eggs to her mouth. And then she started laughing, almost choking on her food. She laughed until she cried, and then she laughed again.
Zack just sat there, frozen in place. Had she lost her mind? He wasn’t sure what to do, so he waited.
Eventually her laughter had subsided to just a giggle and then a hiccup and another one, and she started laughing again.
“Oh, Zack. I woke up in such a good mood. I wanted to make you breakfast, but I seem to have cooked enough for an army.”
“Serena, the plates are a bit full, but….”
Serena interrupted, laughing again. She gestured toward the stove, and that was when he noticed that there was enough in the frying pan and in the plate on the counter to feed a couple of hungry truckers should some come to their door.
“I think we need to go to the market later. I kind of cooked everything in the fridge.”
Zack found himself laughing with her. His heart felt lighter than it had in ages. He finally felt like Serena wanted him as much as he wanted her. The world suddenly seemed brighter, the day sunnier, the food sweeter. He was just in an all-around good mood.
“Serena, what’s your school schedule today?”
“I’ve just got that new night class, so I won’t be working at the club tonight.”
“And I don’t have to be there until seven to set up.” He smiled. “Let’s go to the Woodland Zoo. It’s been ages since I’ve been. We can bring a picnic lunch and walk around and enjoy the animals. It’s a Wednesday, so most people should be at work and we can just enjoy being outside. And I’ve read that there are new lion cubs on display.” His tone was playful and wheedling.
“Let’s do it.”
* * * *
The rest of the day passed in a whirlwind, and so did his shift at the club. Luke was working, too, but their paths didn’t seem to cross. And this time, Zack managed to avoid him at closing time. Serena was already in bed when Zack got home.
But she woke up when he slipped between the sheets, and this time, he found himself making slow, sweet love to her. By the time he entered her tight, hot pussy, she was soaking wet and they were both shaking with the need to come.
Several times during the night, he woke her up to make love to her again. As a result, they didn’t get out of bed until noon.
Since Tuesday night, or technically very early Wednesday, neither of them had said Luke’s name or referred to his offer. He’d talked about having a threesome as a part of her school project, but deep down in his bones, Zack knew that the offer was more serious than that. Luke Davis wasn’t a casual man, and the offer wasn’t a casual one. He clearly wanted both Zack and Serena.
Before that night, Zack would have said that he wanted Serena and no one else. But that kiss had awakened something inside of him. As a college student, he’d had a few drunken what he called experiments with male students. There’d been no actual sex, but there’d been kissing and oral, and he’d enjoyed it, but he’d never felt drawn emotionally to another man, so he wrote it off to booze and curiosity. But that was before Luke Davis had come into his life to complicate it immensely.
Chapter Four
Thursday, Luke got to the Summerside Grill early and found a table where he could see the entrance and sit with his back to the wall, an old routine from his previous life. It was highly unlikely that an unfriendly with a gun would burst in and try to kill him, but old habits died hard, especially when they’ve saved his life a time or three.
He checked his watch. He was surprised to find that he was a few minutes early. He’d gotten a call from Geoff, and they’d talked for almost an hour. Geoff was feeling a lot of stress lately and it was affecting his marriage. Often Luke was the only one who could calm him down. He’d been worried about being late, but some things you just didn’t rush. In the end, Geoff had calmed down and his wife had come on the line and said she could take things from there.
Luke sighed and stretched a
s he studied the crowd. The usual mix of business folks grabbing a quick bite on the way home after working late and suburbanites coming in for a movie or the theatre and getting a quick show meal. He figured he was the only person waiting to see if a ménage was in his near future.
He didn’t expect them right at six thirty. He figured they’d be nervous and excited, and Zack, especially, would want to establish from the beginning that he was also a Dom and not planning on submitting to Luke. Luke grinned to himself. He’d already given Zack several subtle tests. While Zack may be able to dominate Serena, when Luke exerted his authority, Zack responded.
He felt his cock twitch at the thought of dominating them both, standing over them and commanding them. He’d be a thoughtful Dom and let Zack top Serena on his own, occasionally, while Luke watched, but he also wanted sink his cock between the cheeks of that firm ass of Zack’s and make the younger man cry out with pleasure.
Six forty-five. Right on time, according to his reading of their feelings, Zack and Serena walked into the Grill. He observed their body language as they scanned the restaurant for him. Serena looked nervous and eager. She was twirling her hair around her finger. Zack looked aggressive and excited.
Luke rose and took off his trademark Aviator glasses, catching their attention. They made their way to the table. Luke remained standing until Zack had helped seat Serena, and then he sat down and took a sip of his coffee.
“I don’t know if you’ve been here before, but they do a lovely grilled salmon.”
