Mad Dog

by Ophelia Bell

  She opens her legs without being asked, and my first inclination is to lie flat while I delve into one of my favorite pastimes, but I remember Maddox’s request. Despite the sense of extreme exposure, I leave my ass in the air while I dip my face to lap at her wetness.

  She’s warm and sweet and smooth, my tongue tracing her outer lips once before I capture her clit between my lips and suck. She sighs and lifts her hips, undulating in time with my licks. I slide my hands beneath her ass and squeeze, loving the decadent softness of her gorgeous ass as I hold her up and devour her. She’s close, but I don’t let her come, easing back and teasing my tongue at her opening to keep her eager without sending her over. Stealing a look up her body, I expect to be met with a disapproving scowl, but she isn’t looking at me at all.

  That’s when I feel him. Just his hand on my lower back at first. Nothing even remotely as intimate as what we’ve done so far tonight, but it lights me up anyway. Then it’s gone and he appears at the bedside, opening a drawer at the bottom of the nightstand and retrieving several things. One is clearly a bottle of lube, then another bottle lands beside it, followed by a strip of condoms, and finally a handful of weird black dildos. Only they aren’t exactly dildos—they aren’t shaped like dicks.

  I pause and stare at the growing pile when it clicks that what I’m looking at are butt plugs.

  “Clean and sanitized, I promise. I don’t actually use them that often, and I’m the only one who’s had the pleasure anyway.” Maddox lines them up in a row, the implements all oblong, torpedo-shaped things with flared ends, ranging from the circumference of my pinky finger up to, well, the thickness of my own dick, I guess.

  Celeste is watching too. She props herself up on her elbows and looks from the largest one to Maddox. “How does that compare?”

  He picks up the large, bulbous monstrosity, unzips his jeans, and releases his cock. I stare like an idiot because he’s fucking huge up close. My own stiff cock withers just a little out of awe, not to mention fear. Then he grips himself, strokes a few times until the thing swells even larger, standing at attention in the flared gap of his zipper. He holds the plug up and shrugs. “Close enough.”

  I must be gawking so hard my fear shows. He sets the monster plug down and holds a smaller one up. “Starting you with this one.” He touches the smallest one. “And this one is for Celeste.”

  “What?” she squeaks.

  Maddox laughs. “Sweetness, you didn’t think I’d let you miss out on all the fun tonight, did you? You’re getting every second of attention I give Leo. Starting now.”

  31

  Maddox

  My cocky tone manages to hide the fact that I’m hanging on by a thread. I’ve bared myself to them both in so many ways already. This is just one more, and relatively small compared to the enormous step I took by letting them see me shirtless. As nervous as I am, I might as well be the one bent over on the bed right now, ass in the air, waiting to be fucked for the first time.

  My first time was nothing like this. It was too dark, too dirty where Zag and I were holed up. We didn’t even risk getting naked and didn’t have the luxury of a slow introduction. My prep was Zag’s spit and fingers ramming into me just enough to prove I wanted more, but when he finally shoved his cock into me, it was the most cathartic moment of my life.

  Even though Zag and I were trapped in the middle of a war zone, there was almost no chance of us being found for a couple days. The fear of death still permeated the entire experience, and probably accounted for the intensity of our relationship after we made it back to safety.

  There is no fear of imminent death here. No worry about discovery or recrimination. No one but the three of us and our desire, yet I’m just as amped up as I was then, and struggling to play it off through overpreparation.

  I shed my jeans because what the fuck do clothes matter now that they’ve seen the worst of my scars? Then I pick up the midsized plug and the lube and set them by Leo’s knee. Leo is eyeing me with trepidation so I grab the back of his head and press him between Celeste’s legs again.

  “Get her to the edge but don’t let her come yet.”

  My hand shakes when I grab his ass and stare at the tight ring of his anus, but before I introduce him to the plug, I bend down and flick my tongue across the puckered hole. He stills. Then his ass flexes and releases and I do it again, slower this time so there’s no way he can mistake what’s going on. Spreading him with both hands, I delve deeper, pushing the tip of my tongue into him, then teasing lower to suck his taint. I cup his balls and stroke his cock as I swirl my tongue in a quick circle around his opening again, then push my thumb in, testing his endurance.

  He lets out a groan against Celeste’s pussy and pushes back. He’s enjoying this now, but a tongue and finger are nothing like an entire cock, and I’m not exactly small.

  Leaning back, I retrieve the lube and plug, uncap the lube, and squeeze a liberal measure at the top of his crack. He flinches and turns his head.

  “Fuck, that’s cold!”

  “Shh, it’ll warm up.”

  I catch the flow as it reaches his opening and rub with my thumb, pushing into him before adding more. Then I coat the plug and insert the tapered tip. It glides in, though he hisses when the thickest part breaches his opening. When I fuck him with it a little, he responds with rocking hips and a gratifying curse.

  “Your turn,” I say, pointing to the smaller plug and the other bottle of lube by Leo’s elbow. “Knees to your chest, Celeste.”

  She bites her lip but obeys, clutching the backs of her thighs in her hands and holding herself wide open. Leo seems afraid to move, so I squeeze his ass and lean over his back to whisper in his ear. “You can move. It’s not coming out without effort. Just clench a little.”

  He leans back on his haunches and freezes. “Holy fuck, what . . .”

  “I told you your G-spot’s in your ass.” I grin at him. “Now, lube first, and don’t skimp.”

  Celeste’s teeth dig into her lower lip so hard it turns white, so I move to her head and lie down next to her, touch her chin, then kiss her when her gorgeous eyes meet mine.

  “Relax, sweetness. It’ll only hurt if you don’t give in.” She nods and exhales a long breath. I dip my head to her breast to tease my tongue around one nipple while I watch Leo take care of business.

  He’s painstakingly gentle and serious as he rubs his thumb around her crack, which is already slick from her arousal.

  She jerks a little and grabs my shoulder, so I lift my head to look at her again and drop my hand between her legs. I brush my mouth against her ear and murmur, “It’s going to be good, trust me. Just relax. When he goes in, bear down, got it?”

  She’s breathing heavier now, and I look down, impressed as hell that Leo’s following my lesson to the letter, going in with his tongue before starting with the lube. I rub her clit in slow circles and watch her face transform from horror to curiosity to full-on ecstasy. When Leo leans back and squeezes the bottle of lube, he starts at my finger, flooding her already drenched pussy with the viscous liquid. He gives her a wicked smile and she moans, her body quivering.

  “You doing okay, ángel?” he asks, enunciating the pet name so it sounds like an-hel. It’s good that he’s checking in, and she nods and murmurs an inarticulate “uh-huh” that fades into a moan when he breaches her barrier with his pinky finger. “Relax, baby. I want to make this good for you.”

  He fucks her gently, his hand brushing mine when he stretches out his index and middle finger and pushes them into her pussy, his ring finger curled into his palm so his pinky can keep penetrating her ass. The man’s clearly gone this far with other women to have that technique, or maybe he’s just watched a lot of porn.

  “I—I want to come,” she breathes. “Please.”

  “Not yet, sweetness,” I tell her. “When he gets the plug in that tight little ass of yours, then you can.”

  I glance at him and nod, urging him to get on with it because she
’s at the edge and I’m aching to watch her fall apart.

  Leo removes his fingers from her and lubes up the plug, which is another plain black silicone one the thickness of my thumb at its widest. He nudges the narrow tip at her opening, pushing in a little at a time. He’s sweating, trembling a little, his cock weeping at its tip. I’ll have to put him out of his misery fast after we take care of her.

  She moves her hand to the back of my neck, nails biting hard as she pants and moans. I’m riveted by the look of sensual abandon in her eyes.

  “Is it good?”

  She nods and tugs at the back of my neck. “Kiss me.”

  I cover her mouth with mine, plunging my tongue past hers and letting her devour me in turn. My fingers work her clit faster as Leo thrusts the plug in and out of her. She convulses with a half moan, half whimper into my mouth, her core spasming beneath my fingers. I slide my hand down and dip two fingers into her flooded channel, pressing the heel of my palm to her clit while I finger fuck her through completion.

  Her legs fall limp to the sides and she releases my mouth with an exhale of pure satisfaction. I slip my fingers out of her and reach for the next-sized plug and hand it to Leo. “While she’s relaxed,” I say, handing it to him.

  “Seriously?” she slurs, then groans.

  I laugh. “You made a deal. I just want to make sure you don’t get hurt when you follow through and take his cock. But admit that felt good.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.” Her voice is husky and sex laden and more than a little amazed. She bites her lip and looks down where Leo’s slowly working a bigger plug inside her. But rather than flinch this time, she pushes her head back into the pillow and spreads her legs, surrendering to the invasion. I just hope Leo will be as quick a convert as she is.

  I slip off the bed and pick up the last plug, but Leo gives me a fevered look and shakes his head. “I can’t take more fucking torture.”

  “Fucking torture?” I smirk and set the plug back down. “Does that mean you’re ready?”

  “No, but this is killing me. I need to come.” He’s desperate, on the verge of breaking down entirely, so I don’t tease him. I only nod and climb back onto the bed. He sticks his ass in the air again, and I have to pause to savor the moment, to enjoy how complete his submission is right now. But this wasn’t about breaking him. I’m not even that kinky, though tonight has made it evident that Leo and Celeste might be, considering the dirty games they like to play with each other.

  I pat him on the ass and slide my hand up his back in a sensual caress, allowing myself the indulgence of touching him like a lover. Squeezing his shoulder, I murmur, “Roll over.”

  He hesitates, but Celeste’s gentle hand on his head eases his tension. He meets her gaze for a second where she’s curled on her side, propped up on my pillows to bear witness to his destruction.

  “I’ll take you if you’re on your back, Leo. While he’s fucking you, you can fuck me.” Then she frowns and glances at me. “We can do that, right?”

  I can only shrug. “I’m game to try. It might be a tight fit though.” I smirk, then add in a more sober tone, “Just let me have him to myself first.”

  Leo settles on his back, all rippling muscles and black ink. The heart tattoo in the center of his chest telegraphs the heavy beat of the real one under the surface. Mine is beating just as hard, my body alive with charged elation I’m not sure I can contain when I move between his legs. I lean over and brace my hands on either side of his torso, staring into his eyes. I lower my hips just enough so our dicks brush. It’s torture as much for me as it is for him, but he’s the one who curses.

  “Don’t fucking tease me, asshole. I’m not a goddamn masochist.”

  I reach down between us and grab his dick to hold it still, then rub mine against it. Every touch feels surreal. Everything about tonight is too much the thing of fantasies. Even this, the sensation of rubbing my dick against another man’s doesn’t quite feel like it could be mine to have again.

  Celeste is curled around his upper body, his head propped against her belly, her fingers combing through his wild hair while she watches our progress. Leo groans and licks his lips, the sound deep and desperate, and I can’t wait to hear it again when I start to fuck him. When he gets to take his turn and fuck me.

  “Look at me, Leo.”

  He lifts his dark lashes, and his gaze pierces me with accusation so fierce I have to laugh. I reach for the condoms and tear one off the strip, pull it out, and roll it down my dick. I breathe a little easier once it’s on, because I’m so fucking sensitive right now it’ll be enough of a challenge not to blow my load the second I feel him around me.

  Then I grip him behind the thighs and push his legs up. He obeys, holding himself spread for me, his cock stretched along his belly, his balls tight and smooth and thoroughly manscaped. They felt good in my mouth earlier but right now is not the time to indulge in tasting him again. The flared end of the plug is nestled snug between his cheeks and I grip it, slide it out and back in, twisting until he spits more foul obscenities at me. Celeste lets out a soft laugh and shushes him with her mouth.

  He surrenders to her, and I grab the lube, coat my dick, then pull the plug out of him. I flood his opening with still more lube.

  “Remember to relax,” I remind him, widening my stance and pushing his knees higher. I aim my tip at his puckered entrance, hyperfocused on being as gentle as I can. He’s practically hyperventilating, but his cock is still hard. He has one arm hooked around Celeste, the other stretched above, holding tight to the pillow, and his eyes are on me, intense, determined.

  I push in just a little and stop when the tight squeeze threatens to send me over the edge already. He groans and flexes around me. I gasp, my eyes going wide.

  “Jesus, don’t fucking move or I’m going to lose my shit.”

  His expression shifts from fear to realization of the power he has. “Fuck me, you son of a bitch.”

  The impatient words belie his tender tone, and I’m startled into laughter by the contradiction. I shake my head and bend over him again, braced on my hands, my hips poised between his thighs. I push a little deeper, staring into his eyes. He grits his teeth and grunts, then nods. I push again, halfway there and even more uncertain I won’t just explode the second I’m fully inside.

  Then his hand is at the back of my neck and he hauls me down to his mouth. I plunge the rest of the way in when his tongue thrusts between my lips, and we both groan. He slings his legs around my back, digs his heels into my ass, and jacks his hips up against me.

  I tear away from his mouth with a harsh gasp, clench my eyes shut, and pray that I can hold on long enough to actually make this good for him. I make a tentative movement with my hips, pulling out just a little and pushing back in. When I open my eyes, it’s to an expression of utter surrender.

  We’re eye to eye, and his look encourages me to fuck even harder. With the first true thrust of my cock, his mouth falls open and his head tilts back, a string of prayers and curses flooding from him in Spanish.

  Celeste’s presence is only in the periphery, but she’s still very much an extension of the moment, the way he clings to her. She strokes his chest, teases his nipples, and I remember she offered to take him in her ass while I took his. That’s not happening now. There’s no way I can stop to make room for her. But I want her in this somehow.

  “Jerk him off.”

  I push up enough for her hand to reach between us. She has the presence of mind to squeeze lube into her palm first, then takes his cock in her hand, her knuckles brushing my belly as she begins to stroke.

  She looks to me for approval and I lean in, seeking her mouth, which she offers up eagerly. The familiarity of her kiss blends with the newness of Leo’s rough groans and hard body beneath me. I lose myself in them both, fucking him harder while she nips my lips with her teeth the way she used to in many of our endless make-out sessions as kids. His hand tightens at the back of my neck an
d I kiss him again, the rawness of it pushing me even closer to the end. He grunts into my mouth and we part on a breath.

  “I’m . . . Oh God.” His mouth opens and a raw, primal yell escapes as his ass clenches tight around me. The sudden clamp of muscle around my dick flips the switch, and I can’t hold back.

  “Leo! Jesus fuck!” My cock explodes, balls spasming as they slap against his ass. Celeste’s swift strokes on his cock slow, but his orgasmic tremors continue, the tight ring around the base of my cock milking every drop of pent-up pleasure from me.

  I’m drained and shaky when I finally catch my breath and look down at him. Sweat coats his brow and upper lip. I lean in and kiss him slowly, then reach between us and grip the condom as I ease out of him. He winces, then lets out a heavy sigh and drops his legs to the bed.

  Celeste’s hand rests on his belly, next to his limp cock and the puddle of cum. I slip away into the bathroom, dispose of the full condom in the trash, and return with a couple hand towels for each of them.

  They both watch me as I climb back onto the bed, and for a second I hesitate, feeling a little like an intruder the way I did that night they made love in my bed for the first time. Then Leo shifts to one side, pulling Celeste with him and she pats the bed beside her.

  Without a word, I lie down, bury my face in her neck, and exhale, letting go of every last shred of self-doubt and loneliness that has plagued me for the last decade of my life. This is all probably too good to be true. I know exactly who I’m in bed with, so I’m not so stupid to realize that it comes with some serious risk.

  But I’ll be damned if I’m not going to enjoy the moment while it lasts.

  32

  Celeste

  Maddox turns out the lights and we slip under the covers, me nestled comfortably between the two men. The plug in my ass is still a strange, heavy pressure, but I’ve decided not to mention it and ruin the moment. I don’t imagine Leo will forget, once he regains use of his brain, anyway. He doesn’t seem traumatized by the experience at any rate. Just thoughtful. I had no idea how intense the experience could be for either of us, or how seriously Maddox would take it. I expected it to just be a fun exploration, but now I realize there was no way these two men would be willing to do anything less than go all in.