Three Hearts Beat as One (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Karen Mercury

  But the ecstatic pleasure Devin was coaxing from her core overrode whatever competitive motivation he may have had for accomplishing the task. Devin had clearly not forgotten how to ride the bike once he’d fallen off it, and Lacey could tell by the superior, victorious gleam in his eye that he knew it. He knew he was skilled, and he knew he was coaxing one hell of an orgasm out of his girlfriend.

  Girlfriend. Am I Devin’s girlfriend? Blissful explosions wracked Lacey’s pelvis, completely erasing any words or thoughts from her brain. Her head banged back against the rock and she clung to the lapels of Devin’s sheepskin jacket as though she wanted to strangle him. Spasm after spasm gripped her inner canal as Devin devilishly played a little allegro against her button. He grunted as he humped her hip like a feral dog.

  He even seemed to know when to slow his fingering. If she didn’t take a few breaths now, she would faint, so Lacey tipped her head forward, her nose touching Devin’s. She must have knocked his cowboy hat off in her assault upon him, and his spiky hair stood out every which way. Good God in heaven, he’s thoroughly gorgeous.

  Yet she knew, even as the orgasmic contractions ebbed and sanity was restored to her gray matter, that Devin had done this to best Chase. She set her boots on the ground and pulled up her leggings. “You did that on purpose,” she said, with lower lip stuck out. Why am I protesting? Who cares what his motivation was?

  “Course I did.”

  Devin surprised her by freely admitting to it, so she really had no comeback. “Oh. Well, that’s not right.”

  “What’s wrong with it? I’m a dom—most of the time, anyway. Think of us as pack dogs. When you sucked Chase’s cock, I started losing my footing as the alpha dog. I knew I had to regain my dominance. What had Chase failed to do? Make you come. Ah. Now there’s an area where I will always excel.”

  For lack of anything better to do, Lacey punched him. She only punched his hearty, hale chest under about two inches worth of leather and sheepskin, and it didn’t knock the grin from his face. “You two are so competitive! How do you expect to ever get along, you know, in mellow synchronicity?”

  He frowned, and stooped to swipe up his hat. “Who wants mellow synchronicity, missy?” Standing erect, he slapped the hat against his thigh. “Synchronicity is boring. Chase and I get along so well because we have competition and friction between us. Each is always striving to have the upper hand. The secret is we don’t pitch a cow if we’re forced to lose the upper hand. We take it in stride. We know we always have a fresh chance to beat the other fellow into submission.”

  “Oh yeah? You take it in stride when you lose the upper hand, eh?”

  Devin shrugged. “Sure. It’s why we’re still together.”

  Lacey squinted evilly at her boyfriend. “Well, we’ll see about that.”

  And they did.

  Chapter Twelve

  Lacey screamed, so Devin knew it was time.

  Puffed with pride, among other emotions, Devin emerged from between Lacey’s thighs. As he uncurled his spine and stood tall, he was proud of the enormous erection that bulged the crotch of his jeans, cradled between the chaps Lacey had insisted he wear.

  I’m a great pussy-licker. I made her scream. Devin was on top of the world. He jammed his hands onto his hips and cocked them forward aggressively. He was the alpha dog.

  “Oh, God, Devin!” she shrieked. Her entire body shuddered, and gooseflesh peppered the globes of her exposed breasts as she hung from the wall bracket, her wrists cushioned by rabbit’s fur-lined suspension cuffs. She wore the cupless corset she’d chosen at Positive Vibrations earlier that week. The thigh-high stockings and patent leather heels completed the picture. “It’s too much—I’m sorry! It’s just too much! I think I’m going to shatter into a million pieces before I ever come!”

  Devin raised an eyebrow. “Nothing wrong with that.” She was all Devin had ever wanted in a woman. And it was time.

  “Oh, God. Please!” Lacey thrashed about against the bedroom wall.

  “She’s begging.” Chase stood next to Devin with arms folded across his chest. He was also still clad in his chaps, but it was Devin who had requested this. Nothing more attractive than a nice juicy, bulging package cradled between two chaps, and Devin reached a hand out to squeeze Chase’s prick. “You like it when they beg.”

  “That I do. What is it you want, Lacey?”

  “Agh! You know what I want, you devil!” Lacey lifted one heeled foot to kick Devin, but he dodged the dangerous shoe and seized a box of condoms from the nightstand.

  “I want you to say it.” He opened the box that he had only recently purchased and handed a link of foiled rubbers to Chase. It had been a while since the men had used one, but it was only the polite thing to do for Lacey. He glanced at the dangling woman. “Say it.”

  “Argh!” She roared with frustration. “You want to hear it? Okay, you fucking devil. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Are you satisfied?”

  “Not yet,” Devin goofed. Entwining his fingers behind his neck, he stretched his spine with delight as Chase got to his knees and obediently unbuckled the chaps above his erection. Shirtless, Devin posed like a body builder, taking careful note of the dilation of Lacey’s pupils as she drank in the image of the two men. Devin was enjoying the hell out of this. It was amazing how arousing it was to put on a show for a third, bound, person. “You’re not ready yet.”

  Lacey’s eyeballs bulged when she shrieked again. “You fucking bastards! Put down that condom, Chase. You don’t need one—it’s not the right time of the month. No, stop! What are you doing? Argh!”

  Devin let his head roll loosely back on his neck and groaned salaciously when Chase released his hard-on from his jeans. He kept his fingers laced behind his neck but angled his hips toward Chase, and the younger man gulped down his cock. “Ah…” He fucked the mouth in a circular pattern, his eyes lazily watching Lacey. She shuddered and thrashed so violently her ample tits swayed enticingly, the red beads of the nipple clamps glittering in the low-watt bulbs in hanging pendant lamps.

  “Stop it, you bastards! Stop it, Chase! Don’t you know you’re driving me insane here?”

  “That’s the intention,” Devin said in a low voice, pumping his hips into his lover.

  “Argh! Chase, Chase! Stop it! Have some sympathy for me! You’ve been in my position before, chained to a wall, being forced to watch Devin stroke his own body, jack off in front of you, torment you, tease you! Why do you insist on doing this to me?” Lacey stamped her heels like a little girl.

  But Lacey was onto something. Chase wasn’t even sucking him that fast or voraciously—in fact, he was taking his damned seductive time about it, leaving the cock alone to mouth the balls before swooping back onto the cock. His loud slurping sounds were not only driving Lacey up a cliff, but already Devin felt the tension of his balls filling with seed, the urgency at the cockhead to ejaculate. I may be the best pussy-licker, but Chase sure as hell is the best cocksucker.

  When Chase released the cock again to wet his fingers with saliva, positioning the fingertips against the tight bud of Devin’s rectum, he had to shove Chase away. It would not do to explode in Chase’s mouth on the eve of being granted Lacey’s sweet pussy. It wouldn’t even do to allow Chase to stimulate him orally, when all he really wanted was to be seated deep in that beloved cunt. What was I thinking? He’d been thinking he’d rile Lacey over the edge, but it had only wound up riling him.

  Chase, accustomed to being shoved away, spun on his ass on the rug. Devin took three long strides to the woman chained to the wall. Her frantic bucking only served to jiggle her tits obscenely, her mouth twisted with frustration and lust. He lifted several locks of strawberry hair that were plastered to the side of her face, revealing her luminous skin. He had to bend at the knees to insert his pulsating dick between her thighs. She promptly clamped her knees together, urgently pumping her hips to massage his cock.

  That wouldn’t do, either. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by
shooting immediately like a teenager. “Lacey. I want you to know something. This isn’t just a game for us. We’re dead serious about our relationship with you. We’re not just toying with you or using you. We’re—”

  “Okay! All right! I understand, Devin!”

  “I don’t think you do,” he said sincerely. “Of course at first I chose you because I was attracted physically to you.” His grin was erased by a wince when Lacey jiggled her thighs, encasing his cock in her massaging flesh. Devin wanted to tell her before it was too late. He inhaled raggedly and continued more rapidly now. “Of course I didn’t have deep feelings for you because I barely knew you. But getting to know you these past few days, I’m really falling for you, Lacey.”

  “Falling for her.” What a mook thing to say. I’m in love with her. I finished falling a long time ago.

  But at least his words stopped Lacey’s swiveling hips. “Really? Because I…have fallen for you, too. Both of you, of course. But especially…”

  She didn’t finish. Devin was so carried away by her words, he just raced on. “Really? Because I really see the three of us continuing as a solid unit, you know? I think we have a great chemistry that—”

  “Oh, damn you! Stop your yammering!” Lacey thrashed even more violently now. “Fuck me, you ass! Just fuck me!”

  Devin needed no more encouragement to plunge his cock into Lacey to the hilt. He pinned her to the wall with the force of his heave, and his hips shuddered. It had been too long since he’d impaled a woman. He’d not make the mistake of waiting too long again. What a treat it was to swing his hips into Lacey while taking a bite out of the feather-soft side of her neck. He felt like a virile vampire full of lust and semen, and Lacey was the only woman who could bring it out in him.

  When he began swinging his hips, Lacey moaned erotically. It came from deep inside her abdomen, churning up as though her soul was swirling around him. She couldn’t lock her arms around him, so she locked her amazingly limber thighs instead. Her hip thrusts met his as they slammed together again and again, and instantly Devin was afraid he’d come. He hovered on the cusp, just one thrust away from flooding Lacey with his semen.

  Luckily—or unluckily as the case may be—Chase distracted him by nestling the tip of his own hard-on between Devin’s butt cheeks.

  Devin exhaled mightily and held Lacey to the wall with the strength of his hips. He stilled, waiting to see what Chase was up to. Thank God. Lacey would’ve thought I was an uncontrollable, excitable teen. Worse—madly in love with her.

  But he’d only let Chase do him up the ass on a couple of special occasions before. Why did Chase choose this moment to penetrate him? Devin nearly held his breath waiting for Chase’s next move.

  * * * *

  Chase was stoked beyond belief as he watched the scene between Devin and Lacey.

  He leaned back against the bed and admired Devin’s ass, framed by the chaps, as he pounded the woman. She was seemingly so determined to sink him as deep as possible she had not one but both legs wrapped around his hips. She partially held herself up by pulling up on her wrist chains, a commendable feat. Chase ogled the rippling of her pectorals as she pulled up on the chains and lunged her hips against Devin.

  Chase was fascinated more than jealous to watch his lover fuck someone else. Standing, he arranged his painfully erect cock inside his jeans. He would never tire of watching the play of muscle in Devin’s back when he worked it. Devin cupped Lacey’s bare ass in his roughened, broad hands as he fucked her, his ball sac slapping up against the woman. Each muscle in his impressive back was cut and defined, not just from working out as was the case with Chase, but from the hard work the ranch demanded. This gave a different edge to the muscles, a different sculpt.

  Yanking the nightstand drawer open, Chase’s hand automatically went to a good-sized dildo Devin often used on him while sucking him off. Then he thought. No. Tearing his own shirt off, he unbuckled his chaps and jeans and took his hot prick into his hand. Drizzling some lube on it, he massaged it into his cock with a squishing sound.

  In the never-ending power play between the two men, now was the time for Chase to assert his dominance. He knew that earlier that day Devin had spirited Lacey off for some inspirational views, and to give her the orgasm Chase hadn’t been equipped to. That had been their agreement. Chase would entertain Katrina while Sir Himself would be allowed to entertain Mistress Lacey in an entirely different way.

  It hadn’t struck Chase as unfair until now. Now Devin was being allowed to savor her pussy before Chase. Who made these rules? Chase was just as capable of fucking a woman.

  He wasn’t going to penetrate Devin with any damned dildo. He’d show he was capable of dominance by giving Devin the real deal, the way Devin had only allowed him twice before.

  Gripping Devin by his naked, slick hips, Chase positioned his cockhead between the juicy cheeks. A few drops of jism squirted out his slit merely at the ecstasy of his position. For good measure, he gave a resounding slap to the well-rounded rump.

  Apparently startled out of his blissful, mindless fuck, Devin paused, pinning Lacey to the wall. Frowning, he looked over his shoulder. “What the fuck, Moran?”

  Chase smacked the butt again. “That’s what the fuck, Jonas! And it’s not appropriate for you to call me my last name. Call me Sir!” Whack.

  Devin nearly turned around and let Lacey down the wall, he looked so astonished. “I’ll do no such fucking—”

  As Chase jammed the first two inches of his burgeoning prick up Devin’s channel, Devin gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. He was unaccustomed to being used—Chase normally impaled him with dildos much narrower in girth than his own prick. “Sir,” Chase insisted, just as Lacey began flailing.

  It looked like Lacey was trying to kick either him or Devin! She had planted one foot back on the ground and the other now kicked out blindly. She thrashed her head from side to side, teeth gnashing. “Boys, boys! Your fight for authority isn’t pleasing me any. Devin, just call him ‘Sir’ and get back to fucking me!”

  Accompanied by a flurry of loud smacks to his hindquarters, Devin capitulated. “Sir,” he ground out between clenched teeth. As his asshole relaxed around the trunk of Chase’s prick, Devin returned to breathing normally, and he began to move inside Lacey again. Chase was surprised when Devin added, “Sir Chase,” in a much more affectionate tone.

  Lacey even smile lopsidedly. “You like that, don’t you, Devin?” Giving a little jump, she hitched one knee around Devin’s hip again to give him better access to her pussy. “You like it when Chase fucks you up the ass.”

  “Yes,” Devin admitted. Chase gripped one of his shoulders to get better traction, admiring his beautiful undulating spine as he swiveled his hips into his girlfriend. “I like being fucked by Chase.”

  Chase grunted as he jiggled another inch of cock inside his lover, spanking all the while. Devin’s ass was a nice bright pink now. “Your ass should be slapped more often. It’s a beautiful, shapely ass, just begging to be spanked.”

  Devin fucked Lacey up the wall. Each thrust of his sinewy hips moved her another inch up the wall, and Chase felt the asshole clench and unclench around his cock. Chase knew it must be hurting Devin, but he was too manly to show it. He wanted Devin to show pain, just as Chase had displayed the pleasurable pain that came with being flogged and penetrated brutally by Devin. “I don’t have any choice in the matter,” Devin ground out, “do I…Sir?”

  Smack! “Whose ass is this, you fucking slave?”

  “Yours, Sir.”

  “You better fucking know it’s mine.” Chase gave his first real lunge of the hips and was fully seated inside his lover. “You’re gonna take this fucking and like it, slave.”

  “You do like it, though, don’t you, Devin?” Lacey whispered.

  Chase could tell by her shining eyes that she wanted Devin to like it. It was highly unlikely he liked it just yet. Chase knew from the prior two fucks he’d been allowed that Devin gritted his te
eth until it reached a certain point—probably when the Chase’s glans rubbed just the right away against the sensitive prostate—and ecstasy flooded Devin. Devin, too, had come once when Chase’s hand wasn’t anywhere near his cock, just from the bliss of being fucked.

  “I will,” Devin allowed with clenched jaw. He pounded the beautiful woman, every stroke of his hips giving a nice bounce to her tits, her face all lit up with joy. “I don’t know if I can hold back, though, Lacey. You are just too, too pretty, too luscious. It’s like I’m fucking a lingerie model.”

  “Or Kate Winslet,” Lacey giggled, wriggling her hips seductively.

  Chase set up a steady pumping motion, plugging the desirable ass with his cock. He let up on the spanking because he wanted to feel the moment that he rubbed Devin the right way. But each thrust of his hips brought him that much closer to orgasm. It was difficult timing everything with three people. “You’re going to like this”—Chase growled over Devin’s shoulder—“when you feel me flood you with my jizz. You’re going to be drowning in my cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You sure like gulping down my jizz when you suck my prick. You sure like—”

  “Ah!” All at once, Devin threw his head back. Chase didn’t need to see his face to know he’d hit the right spot. The entire length of Devin’s rectum squeezed Chase’s cock as Devin choked on his own cries.

  Lacey filled in the silence. “That’s right, darling. Let your master please you. That’s what he’s there for. Come inside me. I want to swim in your semen, too. I want to be filled with—”

  That was the last word that Chase heard, as he, too, was seized by a sudden powerful orgasm. Devin’s ass milked his cock, and Chase gulped, gasped for air. The strength of his orgasm wrenched his entire groin and, as promised, he flooded Devin’s sweet ass with his semen.