Liability [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Tymber Dalton

  It felt that good, that natural.

  That right.

  Like a missing piece had slipped into place, a connection made deep inside her soul.

  No way she could go back to the way things had been before, and she hoped Cole didn’t want to, either. It was okay with her if there were things he wouldn’t want to do, as long as he was still okay with her doing them. She would do everything in her power to make sure he didn’t feel excluded, to give him every say in the process.

  She didn’t want to lose him now that it looked like they’d hit a whole new level of intimacy in their relationship. Not for lack of trying on his part before now, granted. She was definitely the one dragging her feet.

  That he hadn’t once belittled her for any of this, or acted disgusted, or like he was only doing it for her…that was huge.

  Massive.

  She used the bathroom one more time and curled up in bed. Yes, she wished she was with Cole tonight.

  Or Mason.

  Okay, so Mason was gay. Even better, right? That meant she could safely lust after the guy, guilt-free, and not have a heavy conscience over it.

  Right?

  That was her plan, in theory, at least. She didn’t even know when she’d slid into the lusting category. He was a nice guy they’d had dinner with and talked with, and then…

  Then they’d played.

  So, fine, she’d admit that maybe what people had warned her about in terms of getting caught up in the energy of a new play relationship might be exactly what was going on here. She got it. It made sense.

  She loved Cole. She didn’t care if Cole lusted after a woman as long as he never followed up on those impulses with anything other than coming to her to release his horny energy.

  Period.

  She wasn’t some closed-minded, jealous woman who was insecure about how her guy felt. Cole loved her. Hell, any man who’d put up with her and her issues was definitely in love.

  Closing her eyes, she tried to go to sleep as visions of Mason danced through her memory.

  Of the feel of his hands on her.

  The feel of his implements.

  The feeling of letting go and knowing nothing bad would happen to her.

  Trusting.

  Maybe this was what she’d finally needed to get over her fear of letting go all the way to Cole and moving in with him, or…more.

  Maybe.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Over the next couple of weeks, Cole took great pleasure tormenting Kim with the vibrating egg, which turned out to be none the worse for its forced hiatus. They’d already used up several sets of batteries in it. The past two Saturdays playing with Mason had opened Kim’s eyes in a way she’d never imagined possible.

  She even enjoyed texting with Mason every day, making sure to call him Sir—capital S.

  The Thursday after their second play date at the club, Cole texted her that morning.

  Change of plans. Come to my house after work. Bring a change of clothes.

  She stared at the text for a moment. She thought they were supposed to be going out with Mason for dinner.

  Oookaay?

  Cole’s reply told her he wouldn’t be giving her any other hints.

  ;)

  When she texted Mason good-morning and asked about the change in plans, she knew it was a joint plan, because his reply mirrored Cole’s.

  ;)

  What have they planned?

  She didn’t know, but she was damned well looking forward to it.

  Mason wasn’t there yet when she arrived a little after six, but Cole grabbed her as soon as she walked in and kissed her, hard, grabbing her by the hair.

  Which she’d quickly learned over the past two weeks was a nearly instant way to drop her into subspace.

  “Get naked, freshen up, and bring me the egg and the controller,” he said.

  She raced to do it. They kept the egg in the master bathroom, in a drawer in the vanity. When she returned to the living room she processed that he was wearing shorts and nothing else, and had moved a large, padded ottoman into the living room and moved the coffee table out of the way.

  He’d also draped a large beach towel over the ottoman.

  He held out his hands for the egg and controller, then pointed at the ottoman. “Lengthways.”

  His meaning was clear.

  Nervous excitement raced through her as she got into position and felt one of his hands caress her ass. “Big night for you, baby,” he said. “I arranged a special little surprise with Mason for you.”

  Her pulse raced, eager excitement filling her. Yeesss!

  Whatever they planned to do to her, she wanted it.

  She didn’t even need to hear what they wanted to do to her.

  Her and Cole’s sex life had been even hotter ever since two Saturdays ago. When he’d discovered that sliding the egg into her pussy and turning it on and then fucking her ass at the same time made her head explode, he’d turned it into an almost nightly occurrence when they were together.

  And fun was had by all.

  Plus they’d exchanged test results with Mason, which she was hoping meant that the men might be planning some forced orgasm torture play for her.

  Her pussy was already wet when Cole inserted the egg into her and turned it on low, making her moan. Then he slipped a leather blindfold over her eyes and buckled it in place, followed by the ball gag.

  When she heard the knock on the door a few minutes later, she was too busy enjoying the sensations to even pay attention.

  It was Mason’s warm chuckle that brought her mind into focus, especially when he reached out and stroked her head.

  “Such a good pet.”

  She’d know his voice anywhere, even in a crowded room. She was so keyed into him now she could pick him out anywhere, the way she could Cole.

  More, even.

  She heard them setting something up, maybe even the sound of Mason’s toybag.

  Then Cole spoke in her left ear. “I know we’ve talked about this before, and you’ve okayed it, but I’m asking again. Are you all right if Mason helps me do orgasm play on you? Touching you?”

  She nodded, trying to mumble around the gag “Yes! Please!”

  Mason laughed. “Mmm, gag-speak.”

  She felt the tension building as the men took their time getting ready. Then she felt Mason lay something across her back she recognized as one of his acrylic paddles, one of the light, stingy ones she wasn’t fond of but willingly took because every time she did, he called her his good girl.

  And she craved that. Needed it.

  Wanted it.

  Cole spoke. “Going to do a little prep work.” She felt him lubing her ass and she moaned, understanding whatever the men were about to do was going to far outdistance anything they’d been through before.

  Good thing Cole had put the towel down, because she knew she was dripping wet.

  Then Mason picked up the paddle and, with one hand planted between her shoulder blades, started smacking her ass, the sides of her thighs, the backs of them, stingy but the exquisite sensation only making her hornier as the egg pulsed away inside her pussy.

  He changed paddles, making her squirm and whine but she wouldn’t give him any other color than green. It felt too damn good, and he wasn’t even smacking her as hard as he had last Saturday.

  Then he stopped and Cole slid his cock into her ass, making her moan.

  Mason’s hand appeared in her hair, holding her head pressed against his, keeping her still. “Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “Such a good girl. Got an egg in that wet pussy, Cole’s cock up your warm, stingy ass, and you’re being such a good girl for me.”

  She whined, whimpering, wanting more, needing more. Wanting to feel his paddle again.

  “Cole and I were talking, and he’s interested in seeing if we can make you come really hard by spanking you at the same time.”

  “Mm-hmm!”

  She felt him press a kiss to her temple. “G
ood girl.” Then, he was gone.

  He straddled her on the ottoman, the warmth of his body filtering to her through his jeans. He reached around her with one hand. Suddenly, she felt something cool pressing against her clit.

  “Pet, meet the Hitachi.” He switched it on at the same time he started smacking her with the light, stingy paddle again, and Cole started fucking her ass.

  Her world…unhinged was the only accurate descriptor she could think of. The vibrator catapulted her into outer space before a supernova blew her nervous system apart at the seams. That’s what it felt like, at least.

  Mason settled some of his weight onto her to keep her from squirming as Cole fucked her ass and she was contemplating the thought that maybe she’d just died and there was a Heaven after all.

  * * * *

  Mason wasn’t exactly unhappy about the close quarters. He wondered if Kim was even coherent enough to feel his erection pressing against her spine through his jeans. Mason stopped paddling her, dropped the paddle, and focused on keeping the Hitachi pressed against her clit.

  He managed a glance up at Cole just as the man came, his eyes dropping closed, and Mason fought the urge to sit up and kiss him, suck on his lower lip, tongue-fuck his mouth.

  As Cole caught his breath, Mason didn’t look away fast enough and Cole’s gaze impaled him when he opened his eyes.

  Another of those moments, one Mason wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or just wishful thinking, where it felt like he connected with Cole.

  Like maybe Cole wanted to connect with him.

  Finally, Cole pulled out and went to clean up while Mason retrieved the paddle and got Kim rolling through another series of deep, loud moans he was sure would be making an appearance in his fantasies the next time he rubbed one out.

  Which would probably be thirty seconds after he got home, or sooner.

  If he didn’t lock himself in Cole’s bathroom and do it before he left.

  Finally, she started mumbling, “Yellow,” and he shut off the Hitachi and got off her.

  He unfastened the ball gag but left the blindfold in place. She started laughing, belly laughs that turned into crying, and quickly into laughter again.

  Mason sat on the floor next to her, his head against hers as she nuzzled him, cradling her head on his shoulder.

  “Good girl,” he mumbled. “Such a good pet.”

  She finally started taking long, steady, deep breaths and he realized she’d worked her way through it. Meanwhile, Cole had gone to clean up and returned, now wearing shorts.

  He met Cole’s gaze and was both a little surprised and pleased to see his smile.

  Then he gave Mason a thumbs-up.

  Mason gave him one in reply.

  Cole settled on the couch and watched them, his body language totally relaxed and Mason wondered if maybe, one day, his dreams might come true.

  * * * *

  Cole collapsed on the couch and watched Mason with Kim. What he wanted to do was go over there and kiss the man, unzip his jeans, and help him take care of what looked like a generous erection.

  Finally Mason removed Kim’s blindfold and helped her sit up. She blinked, her expression glazed.

  Subspace.

  Even he could recognize it.

  Sure, he didn’t mind participating in this kind of fun. Mason could get his rocks off—well, figuratively, even though Cole wished it was literally—with the sadism, and he could, well, get his rocks off.

  Kim seemed to enjoy it.

  Mason stood and she reached out and grabbed him around the legs, pressing her face against his thigh.

  Sigh.

  He wasn’t even shocked to realize he wasn’t jealous.

  Mason stroked her hair. “Did you enjoy that, pet?”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

  “Feel like getting dinner?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Go clean up and get dressed.”

  She went to go do it.

  Mason sank onto the other end of the couch.

  Cole held a fist out to the man, and Mason fist-bumped with him.

  “Dude, that was…that was hot,” Cole said.

  “Didn’t weird you out having me that close?” Mason wore a gorgeous smirk.

  Cole met his gaze. “Not at all.” Take the hint. Please, take the hint!

  Mason’s smirk widened into a smile. “See? You get started, and soon enough, you find stuff you enjoy. Everyone’s a winner.”

  “Yeah. Everyone.” Cole realized he needed to get dressed, too, if they were going to go out. As he went to do so, he cursed his cowardice, his inability to just nut up and admit to Mason that he was attracted to him.

  But that would first mean telling Kim, and he didn’t want to screw this up for her. Not when she was the happiest he’d seen her in ages.

  The last thing he wanted to do was blow this for her.

  Chapter Fifteen

  They’d been playing with Mason for nearly a month when Cole knew it was time to further test the waters with Kim. They’d had yet another successful weekend, culminating with dinner Sunday evening at Cole’s, cooked and served naked by Kim, before they bid goodnight to Mason and he headed home. And Cole wanted to talk to her.

  Really talk.

  It was time to start pushing the envelope. To see where Kim was at, if she was holding back anything, good or bad. If she was ready to move forward and was too scared to admit it, or if she was being pushed too hard, too fast, and was scared to admit that as well after she’d been the one to start this whole process.

  Kim was spending the night at Cole’s and would head to work directly from his place the next morning. They were cuddled in his bed, TV on. He hit mute on the remote and sat up to face her.

  “I’d like to talk.”

  She nodded and wore a nervous look, but he knew they needed to have this conversation.

  “I’ve said from the start I don’t want to screw us up,” Cole said.

  “Me, either,” Kim admitted in that tiny voice that convinced Cole she had more on her mind than she was comfortable openly admitting.

  “What aren’t you telling me, sweetheart?”

  It took her a long moment to finally speak. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way.”

  Cole wasn’t sure if he should feel hopeful or scared. “About what?”

  Her voice barely made it through the air from her lips to his ears. “I have…fantasies.”

  Yes. Hope kicked fear in the nuts. He leaned in closer, arching an eyebrow at her. “Aaand?”

  Her face turned a gorgeous shade of deep pink. “About us.”

  “Just about us?”

  She slowly shook her head. “About Mason playing with us.”

  It was all he could do not to give a vigorous fist pump. “Like what?” He hoped he’d managed as casual a tone of voice as he’d planned to use.

  She reached out and slowly stroked his arm. “Like maybe the stuff you said you…” She didn’t continue. He wasn’t sure she could, her fear choking her voice off.

  “Stuff I said I did in college?”

  She nodded.

  “You mean you’ve fantasized about me and Mason being together?”

  She nodded.

  He gently cupped her chin and made her look him in the eye. “I’ve had some fantasies myself. Want to hear some of them?”

  Her eyes widened a little. “Yes.”

  “Before I say anything, fantasies are always okay,” he said. “Never feel ashamed about them, all right?”

  She nodded, her chin still resting in his fingers.

  “And if there are ever some fantasies you might want to try to take to the next level, just talk to me. The worst I will ever do is say no. I promise I’ll never ridicule you. I’ll never berate you. And I’ll never, ever get mad at you. I swear.”

  Tears filled her eyes, breaking his heart as they rolled down her cheeks. “Okay.”

  He wasn’t sure if he should press forward, but if her
fantasies were dovetailing with his, then it would mean she would soon feel better.

  He hoped.

  “I’ve fantasized about the two of us doing more to you than just topping you together,” he said. “Way more.”

  “More?”

  “Mm-hmm.” He smiled. “Way more.” He paused for deliberate dramatic effect. “Like one of us fucking your gorgeous mouth while the other fucks your beautiful ass.”

  Her sharp intake of breath told him all he needed to hear, so he continued. “Or maybe things even progress to a point where I’m fucking you while he fucks me.”

  Her lower lip caught under her teeth, her breathing growing shallow.

  He leaned in, his lips hovering near hers. “Or maybe I’m fucking his ass while he fucks yours.”

  Her soft gasp hardened his cock.

  Bingo.

  “I wouldn’t mind getting my cock sucked by him, either. Or seeing what it’d be like sucking his. Or even better, holding your hair while you suck him off, so I can watch you take it. I’m attracted to him. He’s a nice guy. If you were attracted to him, too, that’d obviously be a great bonus. Now, sweetheart. Would you like to tell me your fantasies?”

  “That,” she whispered. “All of that and more.”

  He closed the last little gap between them and kissed her. “Then I think we should have a talk with him and see if he’d be okay with maybe adding more to our play.”

  “Yes, please,” she said.

  * * * *

  Part of Kim’s soul knew she shouldn’t have been shocked about any of this. How many times had she fantasized about maybe watching Cole with another guy?

  Countless times. Then when Mason came into their lives, he’d become the perfect focal point for some of those fantasies.

  All right, for all of those fantasies.

  The thought of being sandwiched between the two men had her pussy wet and her clit throbbing despite the weekend of forced orgasm scenes the men had put her through, taking her to a point where she thought she’d be good for at least days following.

  The thought that Cole was not only okay with it, but had been riding the same wavelength as her, turned her on beyond anything she ever thought possible.