Bon Appétit

by Ashley Ladd

  Chapter Four

  Matt stared at his cousin as if snakes had sprouted from his head. He was sure he hadn’t heard correctly. “Come again?”

  Alex cleared his throat and cracked his knuckles, avoiding Matt’s eyes by looking around his bachelor pad. “Demi and I want to spice up our marriage, and we want to have one of those ménage a trios things. Demi thinks you’re hot, so what do you think?” The voice that slid across his cousin’s lips was husky with a trace of embarrassment.

  Matt did a double take. Demi was a babe. But she’d always been off limits so he hadn’t allowed himself to think about her that way, except for the one or two times they’d had a pool party, and she’d traipsed around in a bikini, spilling out of her top. And then he’d only snuck a couple of glances when he thought no one was looking.

  To cover his awkwardness, he cracked a lopsided grin. “You mean ménage a trois?”

  Alex scowled. “Same difference. Three people share a bed and make out together.”

  Matt had to chuckle, but his laughter died in his throat when Alex pinned a serious gaze on him. Visions of the delicious brunette with full, kissable lips bombarded him. This time she’d be fully naked, fully aroused and begging him to fuck her. And Alex wasn’t only okay with it, he was pleading with him to do it. There had to be more than met the eye. Alex was the last man he’d expect to share his wife. He was absolutely crazy about her.

  “Why?”

  Alex sucked in a ragged breath and looked heavenward. Furrows etched deeper in his forehead and the lines around his eyes fanned wider. He punched the wall beside them.

  His pulse racing, Matt jumped back from the sudden explosion. “Whoa! What’s going on?”

  Alex’s shoulders slumped and he hung his head. “I can’t get it up. This damned diabetes is killing our sex life. I’m afraid I’ll lose her if I don’t do something drastic to keep her satisfied. Plus, we want to have a baby.”

  Matt’s jaw dropped and his tongue froze. His brain went fuzzy and he didn’t know what to say. If his cock stopped working, would he feel like a man anymore? He tried to find words to comfort his cousin but they stuck in his throat. He squeezed his shoulder and feeling inadequate he offered, “I’m sorry.”

  Alex nodded and scrubbed the heel of his hand across his chin. “The doctors are working on me. I’m doing what I can. Not a damned thing’s helping.”

  Matt’s brain whizzed and an answer popped out. “What about sex toys? You know, vibrators and dildos?”

  A rueful laugh burst off his cousin’s lips. “Tried them. They don’t do a thing for her. She wants the real deal.”

  Matt’s eyes widened and in sympathy for his cousin he felt as if he’d been sucker punched. “She said that?”

  “Not in so many words. Her friend Lisa is having a ménage with her husband and his gay friend, and it’s turning on Demi.”

  Shock anew froze Matt’s blood and he took a step back. Was his cousin gay?

  As if reading his mind, Alex grimaced. “Don’t even go there. I don’t want you to screw me, just my wife. I’m not gay.” Alex squinted at him and lifted a brow. “You’re not disappointed, are you?”

  A sigh of relief washed over Matt, and he sank deeper into his chair. It was his turn to rake his fingers through his hair. “Nope. I’ve always liked Demi. If you hadn’t snagged her, I would have gone for her.”

  Alex cracked the first grin since this conversation began. “So, will you do it? Have a ménage with us? Help me keep her happy? Help us make a baby?”

  Matt had trouble wrapping his brain around this concept. His cousin wanted him to screw his wife to keep her happy and to keep her from leaving him. That he could handle. But a baby? He’d always been the guy who liked to play with other people’s kids but liked going home to a nice, quiet and orderly house.

  Alex thumped him on the back. “I’m only inviting you into my bed when I’m there, too. If I find out you’re screwing Demi when I’m not, I’ll cut off your nuts.”

  Matt swallowed hard. Yeah, this was a real turn on.

  Alex’s eyes pinched together as he regarded Matt closely. “So? What d’ya think?”

  Matt’s cock grew thick and hot. He couldn’t wait to fuck the luscious woman, but he’d never had an audience or someone threaten to sever his balls. He cupped his dick protectively with his hands. “You’re joking, right? About the balls part? And the baby?”

  “I won’t cut off your balls. But I’m serious about making a baby. It’s important to Demi. You look like me, so the kid would look like me, have our family genes.” Alex waited a long moment before he added, “Just keep your dick in your pants when I’m not there.”

  “You sure you’re okay with this? Raising my baby? Knowing I got your wife pregnant?”

  Alex massaged his neck and pursed his lips. After a long silence he finally said, “I love her. I’ll do anything to make her happy. And if this is what I have to do to keep her, by God I’ll do it. Are you in? You like kids, but you keep telling us you don’t want to be weighed down by your own. This is a win-win for all of us.”

  In? Matt gulped. In his mind his dick was already driving into Demi’s hot, little pussy making her writhe and beg for more. Their sweat-slickened bodies slid against one another, her big, beautiful breasts teasing his chest, making his mouth water. He already felt macho, knowing he was going to put a baby in her.

  Oh yeah, he was in. If he could be in Demi right now, he’d be in heaven. “When do we start?”

  * * * *

  Demi cleaned the house until it was spotless. She washed her hair and showered for the second time that day. She tried on five different pieces of sexy lingerie, then decided to wear the sheer red open crotch shorts with lace across the back and a lacy chopper shelf bra that supported her breasts but left her nipples fully exposed.

  She lit scented candles in the bedroom and turned on romantic music, then she set out a tray of fresh strawberries and melted chocolate and had wine chilling in a carafe on the dresser. Beside it, she placed a bowl of freshly cut red, pink and yellow hibiscus from her garden. Everything had to be perfect for their first time, for the father of their baby.

  Her pussy quivered and she fingered it, parting her nether lips and massaging her clit. Delicious tingles travelled to her core, but still, she yearned to have the men’s moist lips there instead, to have their cocks long and hot take her.

  She prayed this would make Alex so hard he’d be able to fuck her. Call her greedy, but she longed to have her husband’s cock in her pussy again, even more than she wanted two stiff cocks fucking her at once. In a perfect world she’d rather Alex be the biological father than a biological cousin.

  She glanced at the clock on the wall and gnawed her lip. What was keeping the men so long? Had one or both chickened out? Were her dreams to become dust and ashes?

  As she was staring at her phone, debating whether to call Alex to see what was the hold up, the front door opened and slammed.

  “Honey, we’re home!” Alex called in an excited, sexy voice.

  Her nipples puckered and her pussy quaked. She hoped her tremors wouldn’t bring the house down upon them or set it aflame. “I’m upstairs in the bedroom,” she drawled still playing with her nipples. She climbed onto the bed, stood on her knees which she spread wide, and adopted her best come hither look.

  She felt like a whore, ready to seduce two men, planning to get pregnant by a man who wasn’t her husband, but it was also an amazingly wicked, wonderful feeling. She’d never felt so desirable, so turned on, and if the men didn’t hurry she’d come just thinking about it.

  Each creek of the stairs stole more of her breath. Each foot fall made her dreams brighter. When their shadows preceded them into the room, Demi bit her lip and held her breath.

  Alex was the first to round the corner and he stopped dead so that Matt ploughed into his back and made him stumble forward. He caught the door and righted himself with a wince but his gaze never strayed from her.


  D-Day.

  She swallowed hard and it took all her nerve not to shriek in terror, cover her breasts or hide under the covers. Alex had been the only man to see her naked in more than a decade. Until the last couple of days she’d never contemplated another man would see her this way.

  A strangled sound came from behind Alex and drew her attention to the second man who gaped at her as if to drink her in. Her gaze lowered boldly to his pants where an erection pushed against his zipper, promising her a ride on his cock.

  It was her turn to gulp. Feeling slutty and desirable, she licked her suddenly dry lips and crooked her finger to the men hoping they found her provocative. “Howdy, boys. Do you like what you see?”

  Wanting to heighten the mood, she winked and added wickedly, “Want to fuck me? My pussy’s hot, bothered and very wet.”

  Matt froze in the doorway, and she wondered if he was about to bolt, if she was being too forward, if this was too weird for her cousin-in-law? Or maybe they’d come for another reason and Alex had forgotten to warn her?

  Her breath stuck in her throat as she awaited an answer. Something. Anything. She was dying here.

  Alex’s eyes bulged and a possessive light blazed in them making Demi wonder if he would go through with the ménage, with helping them make a baby. Then the fire turned to molten lava. He put himself between them.

  Alex shifted from one foot to the other as colour crept to his cheeks. He sent a dark heated look to her then to his cousin. “Matt is anxious to help us.”

  She held out her trembling hand to their new partner and smiled. Like Alex, he was a very sexy man. “Welcome to our boudoir, Monsieur. I’m incredibly excited you’re here.”

  Matt stepped forward, bent over her hand and kissed it. “Enchanté.”

  “Ah, hell. Why are we on ceremony? We’re here to have wild and dirty sex.”

  Demi’s temperature shot up. “The dirtier the better. So why am I the only one dressed up for our date and on the bed?”

  Matt slid his thumb between his jeans and his waist as if to give his cock breathing room. His gaze devoured her. His nostrils flared. “If you’re dressed I’m Superman.”

  She fluttered her lashes, thrust her breasts towards him and drawled, “I’m hoping you are Superman.”

  Then she swung her gaze to her husband. “You, too, babe. What are you waiting for? Get naked and join me. Or do you want me to make my own fun?”

  As if her words were a royal command, they rushed to do her bidding. Matt tripped over his shorts. Alex flung his in Matt’s face.

  Chuckles warmed her throat. “I can see we’re going to have loads of fun.”

  Alex climbed onto the bed, his cock swinging between his legs as he crawled to her. His tongue swept over and around her nipple, then suckled it. Around it he murmured, “That’s the idea. We’re here to make sure you have a magical night you’ll never forget. As many as it takes and more.”

  She cradled her husband’s head against her heart and murmured in his ear, “I’ll never forget a moment spent with you. They’re all magical. Thank you.”

  Alex took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly, then with increasing fervour. He moulded her to him and stroked her body, setting fire to the kindling smouldering beneath her surface.

  When they came up for air, she noticed Matt watching with interest but hanging back. When he caught her looking at him, a smile lifted the corner of his mouth.

  Needing reassurance her husband was honestly okay to go ahead with their plan, she whispered in his ear, “Are you sure about this? All of it?”

  Alex murmured against her lips, “If you are. I want to make you happy. I want to have sons and daughters.”

  “More than one? You mean you’re okay with continuing this?”

  Alex slid his finger beneath her chin and tilted her head so that she was forced to stare into his eyes. “I’m in this for the long haul. You want a family, don’t you?”

  Love swelled in her breast and she nodded. “I’m the luckiest woman in the world. You’re too incredible to believe.”

  Then she released her hubby’s hand and bent over to show off her crotchless panties. To emphasise the slit, she spread it wide and wiggled her ass. “Do you two like? Do I make you hot? Do you want to fuck me?”

  In chorus the men answered, “Very much.”

  Matt stroked his cock as his gaze devoured her. His eyes became dark and inscrutable.

  Her pulse sped up several rpm. It was as if his hands skimmed over her and she gulped. His cock was almost as long as her husband’s when fully erect but it was thicker. It was a dark red, and when he lifted it, a purple vein throbbed on its underside.

  It looked velvety and she longed to be the one stroking it. Her shyness fled. “Come over here and let me help you with that.”

  In three long strides Matt was at the side of the bed, leaning over it with his cock pointed at her pussy.

  She couldn’t wait for it to plunge inside, to feel it drive in and out, to ride it with abandon. She ran her fingers lightly down her husband’s chest and whispered, “I’m dreaming.” She climbed onto her knees and wiggled her behind. “Are we really doing this?”

  “Yep. We are.” Alex came up behind her and ran the tip of his cock along the crack of her ass. His arms crept around her waist, and he flattened his palms over her stomach. Then he smoothed them up until he cupped her breasts. His thumbs kneaded her nipples as he kissed her neck in her favourite spot, making her quiver with abandon.

  His lips, his fingers felt so wonderful she arched into his kisses and moaned.

  “Kiss me, Matt.” She wanted to feel the men on both sides of her, to be sandwiched between with a hot cock against her pussy as well as her ass.

  Matt sidled up to her and brushed his knuckles along her jaw. Then he gently placed his palms on her cheeks, and he gazed deeply into her eyes. “I’ve always thought you gorgeous and my cousin to be a very lucky man. I was right. Thank you for asking me to be the one to help. I’m honoured.”

  The sigh that escaped his lips was her undoing. Breathless, unable to speak, she parted her lips slightly and turned her head into his hands. She kissed his palm then lifted her lips in invitation to his. The urge to lean closer, to smell, to taste overwhelmed her and she tilted her head.

  He closed the gap between them and pressed his chest to hers. He rubbed his cock against the soft fabric guarding her mound and he captured her lips.

  At first, it was testing and tasting. His lips tasted even better than his name, like warm chocolate croissants and she was greedy for more.

  Hungry, she parted her mouth wider and accepted his tongue inside. Wanton, on fire, she rubbed against his cock. She wanted it inside so badly she curled her fingers around it and brought its tip to her and rubbed it across her moist flesh.

  Matt moaned into her mouth and deepened the kiss.

  Alex nuzzled her ear and whispered, “Are you hot yet? Hot enough to be fucked without mercy? To be fucked all night long? Do you want his cock in your pussy or your ass first?”

  When the kiss finally broke, the sigh that escaped her came from the depths of her soul. “In my pussy,” she whimpered, undulating between the two men. Her pussy ached so badly, had been bereft so long, she couldn’t take the teasing and torture much longer. She had to have it now.

  Alex’s thumbs rubbed soft circles around her collarbone. His cock continued to trace the line of her ass.

  Her breath caught. Alex’s cock felt harder than it had been in ages. Dare she hope he could sustain an erection? That she could know his cock inside her again? If so, she wanted him in her pussy first. She wanted him to be the father of her children. In a husky voice, she murmured, “Change positions. Alex, you lie on the bed. Matt, get behind me.”

  Matt pulled her bottom lip into his mouth and suckled it for a moment, took his cock in his hand and rubbed it across her. Then he moved aside and waited for Alex to take the spot of honour on the bed.

  Alex growled in her ea
r as he nibbled it. “Are you sure? What if my cock won’t stay up? The doctor increased my dosage of medicine, but there’s no guarantee…”

  She turned her head into the caress and bucked when Alex reached around and began to massage her clit. “I’m sure. I’m willing to take that chance since you’re doing this for me. Please. I ache for you. I love you.”

  Alex nodded and moved around her on the opposite side and spread out on the middle of the bed. He gave his cock a stern look as if ordering it to behave, then he wiggled it at her. “It’s all yours, my dear. I thought you were anxious to impale yourself on me.”

  Chocolate, rich, deep, and gooey flooded her mouth as she looked from one cock to the other. “Oh yeah. You know I am.”

  She threw her leg across her husband, straddling him. To reassure him everything would be okay, she smiled down at him. “This is going to be good. I know it.”

  “It’ll be fantastic. Now ride me, cowgirl.”

  She giggled as she hovered above him and rubbed her pussy lips across the tip of his cock. “I forgot my spurs and whip, and I left my cowboy hat back at the ranch.”

  Alex’s grin turned lopsided as he spanned his hands around her waist and pulled her down onto his cock. “More fucking, less talking woman! Do you want one or two cocks?”

  She shot the men her most wicked smile. “You need ask?”

  As she tried to work her husband’s cock into her, she silently prayed it would work this time. When it bent against his groin instead of sliding into her, she sucked in her breath, feeling bad for him.

  “Fuck!” Alex flung his arm above his head and doubt filled his eyes.

  She laid on her husband and hugged him. In his ear she murmured, “It’s okay. I love you no matter what.”

  Alex’s arms crept around her, and he rubbed his cheek against her. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

  The mattress moved and Matt cleared his throat. In a ragged voice, he said, “I should go.”