Two Sirs, with Love [McQueen Was My Valley 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Karen Mercury

  “That boring bugger?” Ian was flattered Rowan seemed jealous of George Cadwalader. “Can he even draw back a compound bow? He’s a runner, not a weight lifter. No, listen. I just assumed you had decided to follow in my footsteps and relocate here, to Bird in Hand, to the lodge. I’m still going to fly around for Hawkeye, investigating and protecting people. I can live anywhere and still do that.”

  That idea to relocate had briefly occurred to Ian. But while Rowan could fly out of Durango, Colorado to any city in the nation Hawkeye chose to send him to—even be flown to Durango from the lodge’s airstrip by his new wife who was studying to be a pilot—Ian couldn’t exactly run the company’s finances from Utah. He had to be in DC for that. He had to hold meetings, to talk to the accountants, to play handball at the gym. “You can. I can’t.”

  Rowan frowned. “How old are you, Ian?”

  Ian frowned back. “What kind of a fucking question is that?”

  “You’re forty. When are you getting another opportunity like this? My future sister-in-law owns this lodge, Ian. I’m sure Xandra could find some use for an Oxford graduate like you. Besides, it’s selfish on my part. I didn’t like the thought of never seeing you again either. If you moved here, we could still play Heroes of Order and Chaos and shoot archery together.”

  Ian closed his eyes and sighed. Only yesterday such a reward would have shimmered before his eyes like a pot of gold. Being near Rowan was all he’d ever wanted. He’d hoped some of Rowan’s macho swagger would rub off on him, and he’d dreamed of fondling and caressing the virile operative. But now that he’d been sucked off by that handsome devil of a doctor, Ian’s lusts had a new target. “That does sound great. But now…with Felicity and Victor…what I mean to say is…”

  Rowan faced him squarely, his voice lowered. “Ian. I’ve known you’ve had a mancrush on me for a long time. The only thing that stopped me from taking your dick into my hand during our times in my loft was that I didn’t want to mess with anyone from corporate. But you’re a choice beauty, Ian. Dr. Reznik should be so lucky to have your dick in his mouth.”

  Ian’s brain went numb. He was shocked stupid to find out that Rowan had harbored attraction for him. For how long? It was a moot point now that Rowan was getting married and had more than his hands full with Sasha and that twit, Perry. And Ian had been hopelessly distracted all week by the savage duo, Felicity and Victor. His crush on Rowan was finally a thing of the past, but his ego was stroked to know he had been desired. Corporate politics had prevented Rowan from acting on it, but he had probably jacked himself off in the shower thinking of Ian, too. “I hope Dr. Reznik knows that.” Ian watched as Victor raised the compound bow and drew the bowstring using the jaws of his wrist release. There was something vastly erotic about a cuffed man, and Ian fiddled with the cuff Felicity had given him, drawing attention to it. “I know those two plan to continue their affair without me. They’re pretending they’re not in love with each other, but I can tell they are.”

  “Well, Felicity had some major trauma. She had to deal with her husband dying of pancreatic cancer when she was only in her mid-twenties. Give her time. The best thing you can do is show her that you’re stable, that you’ll always be here for her.”

  “But I won’t always be here,” Ian whined. “I have to go back right after your wedding.”

  Rowan shrugged. “I had to face that time is running out, Ian. This is my last chance to be a father, and I’m seizing the day. I know to outsiders it may seem as though I’m hiding in the backwoods where nothing ever happens, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. There’s never a dull moment here. I actually go on assignments to get some rest.”

  “That’s true. You guys in the field spend a lot of time sitting boring-ass surveillance.”

  “On boring-ass targets,” Rowan agreed. “But you know, you could choose a much worse place to practice your kink, now that you’ve found two lovers who are compatible with you. Not to be a soppy twat, but I’d bang that superhero any day, and you’ve got to admit, Felicity bears a passing resemblance to a redheaded Bettie Page.”

  Why did people keep mentioning Bettie Page? “Who is—”

  “Amazing!”

  Victor’s oaths mingled with Felicity’s shrieks. Both employees of Hawkeye Corp. turned to see what the big deal was.

  “Unbe-fucking-lievable!” Victor shouted. He grabbed Felicity by the upper arms and they jumped up and down together.

  “What’s up?” asked Rowan as they approached the celebratory couple.

  Ian didn’t have twenty-twenty vision even with corrective lenses, but they soon dragged him down the snowy shooting lane to see that Felicity had split her wooden arrow in two. It was no easy feat. Ian had done it once with a graphite arrow in Rowan’s indoor target range in DC, splicing one arrow into the other. But he’d never seen anyone else do it. It was harder in a way to accomplish this feat with a stick bow that had no sights, one you shot instinctively. It was just a sheer accident, but it was such a dramatic thing to behold. Felicity posed by the stump pointing to the split arrow while the men milled around taking pictures.

  “You’re Diana the huntress.”

  “Or Artemis. She caused sudden death with her arrows.”

  “I’d rather be Katniss Everdeen, thank you very much. She’s stylish and popular.”

  Rowan said, “Ian. The three of you pose and I’ll get a shot.”

  Ian felt self-conscious standing by the tree stump with his two lovers. He stood stiffly, afraid that the few passers-by would automatically know they were lovers just from seeing them standing by a stump. But Victor and Felicity made him feel at ease. Felicity, of course, stood in the middle closest to the split arrow, the two men flanking her, pointing at the assailant target, grinning like fools.

  It was then that Ian realized that Rowan was right. Not only was Dr. Reznik lucky to have Ian’s dick in his mouth, but Ian had found two lovers who were compatible with him. It was difficult to find one, much less two in the same week. He needed to seize the day.

  “Felicity, you’re Cupid, piercing your own arrow with another,” said Rowan.

  Ian dared to wrap one hand around the back of Felicity’s neck. Victor, not to be outdone by Ian, wrapped a hand around her waist.

  Felicity spoke through clenched teeth, trying to maintain her smile for the camera. “I think we need a session before dinner. I’ve got a surprise for both of you.”

  As fast as a whip, Felicity and Victor had piled into his company truck and were fishtailing it down the muddy drive. Ian was stuck taking down the target—Felicity had snagged the split arrows for a memento.

  “That cuff means you belong to them anyway,” Rowan remarked lightly.

  Ian rolled up the splattered robber target. “Felicity gave it to me. But I know if I want her, I’ll have to share her with Victor.”

  “It works if you can get past the jealousy and stop competing with each other. Men are such competitive beasts.”

  “They’re both tops, so they’ve got me pegged as the bottom. But I’d like to take charge, too.”

  “It helps if the roles aren’t so strictly defined. Give and take, push and pull. If you want to be on top, grab the ring.”

  Grab the ring…”Grab the cock ring,” Ian muttered to himself as he drove his rental car down the street that followed the canyon’s rim. I need to take control. Push and pull.

  By the time Ian busted into Victor’s cabin, Victor had already stripped shirtless and was casually mixing a drink at the wet bar. He looked up, mildly interested, when Ian raced in holding a coil of twisted polyester rope.

  “I’m taking charge,” Ian informed his partner. “I’m not going to be the one handcuffed this time.”

  Victor raised his eyebrows. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ve got a sexy plan for Felicity, and you as well.”

  This took the wind out of Ian’s sails. He drooped even further when the bathroom door opened and Felicity stalked out. Or, rather, it seemed to be Mis
tress Klara herself, fresh from Stockholm. Victor even had to put his booze glass down. He had obviously never seen a fetish outfit like this before either.

  The tight, crotchless leather pants laced all the way up the sides, revealing a two inch strip of her entire leg. The black leather gloves reached to her armpits, held on by a myriad of complicated buckles. Her boots were spiked, to kick any man who desired it into submission. And of course her halter bra was an engineering marvel, holding up the shelf of her tits with such jiggly precision.

  She even brandished a little flogger between both hands. Ian found himself leaping to whisk the suede flogger from her. He wasn’t going to bottom in this scene.

  “What’s the meaning of this, slave?” Felicity cried.

  Getting behind her, Ian got both her arms in a hammerlock while Victor swiftly snapped up his handcuffs from the dining table. “Turnabout is fair play,” Ian murmured as Victor clicked the cuffs around Felicity’s wrists. To her credit, she could have struggled a lot harder. Could have kicked them in the balls with those stiletto heels, too.

  She did none of those things, just made an attractive show of resisting so her boobs wiggled and bounced. The leather underwire bra was already so tight her nipples were this close to popping out from their covering. Carried away by the power of domination, Ian slapped her tits with the suede flogger while Victor hauled her over to jam her down onto a dining chair.

  Never having done this before, Ian would have to fake it. “None of that, Mistress Felicity! The subs are taking control now. You’ll be begging for mercy before we’re done.”

  “I’m never going to submit to you scumbags!” Felicity cried. “You’re just a couple of twisted perverts, and you can only touch me if I give you permission!”

  “Get the rope,” Victor suggested.

  Victor had a Swiss Army knife, and he quickly cut two lengths, tossing one to Ian. Victor told Felicity sternly, “We’ll touch you any way we want, miss. We’re the ones in control here. We can shove anything we want up your juicy little pussy.”

  “Not juicy!” Felicity protested.

  Through the open slit between what were basically leather chaps, Ian could easily see juice glistening in her little rectangle of red pubic hair. She was turned on by being manhandled by them. Victor made short work of tying her ankle to the chair leg, but Ian took his time with his ankle, humping her shin with his erection that was already fixing to burst, he was so aroused. While Victor was at the bar stripping himself nude, Ian finished his knot and swiped a lewd finger between her labia.

  “Juicy,” he affirmed, indecently inserting the finger in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

  “Bastard,” Felicity snarled in a low voice. “I’m going to get you for this.”

  Ian shrugged innocently. “Turnabout is fair play,” he repeated.

  But the smile was torn from his face when Victor fell to his knees behind him and grabbed him by the hips. He seemed to be positioning Ian for some sort of advantageous act. It would be sexy to lick Felicity with her all bound and trussed to the chair like that, only able to move an inch in each direction. Her tits were so squeezed into their leather cups the areolas of both nipples were beginning to show.

  But this hope began to fade as Victor unbuckled Ian’s trousers and yanked them down over his arse. He had a tube of some kind of lubricant and he applied a palmful to Ian’s balls by snaking his hand between Ian’s thighs from behind.

  It felt so good Ian began to relax into it. He balanced himself with a hand on each of Felicity’s knees, and she was calming down, watching them with intent eyes. She still panted, her tits rising and falling, the pendant between them shivering with her heartbeat. Victor massaged his balls almost lovingly, and Ian gyrated his hips, eager to plunge his pulsating tool into Felicity’s snatch.

  “You’re going to get fucked, my dear,” Ian informed Felicity. “You’re going to have your juicy snatch reamed good, and there’s not one thing you can say about it.”

  Felicity squirmed in mock protest. “Oh, please! You’re so naughty and twisted! Please don’t fuck me.”

  However, apparently Victor had different ideas. Ian was just tickling the slick, pulpy lips of her delicious pussy, getting all artistic with the shapes his fingertips described, when he felt the bulbous glans of Victor’s erect cock pressing against his asshole.

  Oh, no. Not this.

  Victor plastered his warm, reassuring chest to Ian’s back while jiggling his cock head against Ian’s asshole. “Let me in,” he murmured in his ear. “Let Felicity watch us hump. You want that, don’t you, baby?”

  “Oh, yes,” Felicity cooed in no uncertain terms. She slumped back into the chair now, seemingly having accepted defeat, now preparing to watch the two men go hard at it. “I want to watch you plunder this sweetheart, Dr. Reznik. Take his virginity. Despoil him.”

  Felicity may have been raring to go, but Ian wasn’t terribly prepared. Victor had a long, meaty penis. He couldn’t imagine how that thing would ever fit inside him. But with one grunt and shove, Victor breached the tight ring and was inside. Ian found if he relaxed and breathed—if he concentrated on the bursting globes of Felicity’s full tits—it went a bit better. But he huffed air in and out between his clenched teeth.

  “Does that feel good, Victor?” Felicity asked. “His ass is much tighter than any woman’s pussy.”

  Victor rested, about two inches of his cock inside his partner. He unbuttoned Ian’s shirt, twirling his nipples between thumb and forefinger to distract Ian, or himself. “God, yes.” He slapped Ian’s ass, and Ian was surprised to find it took his mind off the pain of the cock inside of him. Victor must’ve read his mind, for he spanked him again. “It feels like heaven buried in this fantastic ass. Relax, buddy. I’m going to fuck you until you squirt all over this pretty lady here.”

  Felicity said, “And I’m going to come just watching you.”

  Victor started to fuck Ian again. The pain was already being replaced by pleasure. Just the forbidden and taboo aspect to the act was turning Ian on, and when Victor’s hand slid down his abdomen to massage his balls, a rush of bliss filled his pelvis. Victor used the lube and the drips of semen at the tip of Ian’s dick to jack him slowly, salaciously, further taking Ian’s mind off the assault at the rear.

  “Can you do that?” Ian panted. “Come without being touched?”

  “I don’t know,” Felicity practically whispered. “But my ovaries are fluttering just watching you two copulate.”

  For some reason, the clinical term “copulate” made Ian even hotter, and he began to swivel his hips clockwise, encouraging Victor to pound him harder. He gasped when Victor’s swollen glans brushed past his prostate gland and a few more drops of pre-cum burst from his slit.

  To clear his mind, Ian positioned his hands at Felicity’s exposed crotch so he could diddle her with his thumbs. Instantly she began to moan loudly, almost scaring Ian.

  “Oh, God! Yes! Do it, Ian! Yes! Make me come! Shove your cock inside me and feel me come around you!”

  Ian eagerly moved to do just that—he was no fool. But Victor gripped his hips, stilling him.

  “No,” Victor commanded. He held his cock inside Ian up to the hilt, and Ian could feel the thick shaft throb, brimming with semen. “We’re not going to give her what she wants, bro. Here. Use this.”

  Victor put something into Ian’s hand that buzzed. He looked down and saw it was a battery-operated vibrator. Rubbery and pink, the animal-shaped vibe had paws that reached above its head, the better to tickle the clit.

  Felicity’s eyes went round when she saw it.

  Chapter Fourteen

  It was one thing to tantalize and seduce her by rutting like the two horny male animals they were in front of her.

  It was quite another form of torture to buzz, to torment, to tease her pussy with the critter-shaped vibe! Just the act of tying her up had reminded her of how much she missed Brad. Brad was the only one she’d ever allowed to bind h
er, to display her tits like that, to slap her pussy, to cunt-tease her.

  Yet it finally felt right. It was an erotic mindgasm to be helplessly bound and forced to watch the two men pleasure each other. Victor could have been fucking her, but he’d chosen to hump his friend instead. The play of muscles in his shoulders and pectorals as he penetrated his compliant friend, the way his eyeballs rolled up in bliss, how he stood on the toes of one foot to get a better angle up his friend’s rectum, all of this stirred Felicity unbelievably.

  And Ian, the virgin being violated for the first time. At first he scrunched his face in pain. Felicity was very familiar with the expressions of one who was learning to accept pain. He wanted the cock up his ass—he’d been fantasizing about it for quite some time. When Victor reached around and started jacking Ian’s fat cock, that’s when the transformation began. The corners of Ian’s mouth curled up, the forehead smoothed out. He gained confidence, thought he was going to be allowed to fuck Felicity. He thought he could defile the struggling bound vixen while simultaneously being assaulted by the alpha male.

  But no. When Victor slapped the vibe into Ian’s hand, Felicity knew it was all downhill from here. Turnabout is fair play. She had performed cock-and-ball torture on Ian when they had first met. It seemed like months ago now. If Ian was savvy at all, which she sort of doubted, he would do the same to her with the vibe. He would edge her higher and higher, keeping her just on the cliff of an explosive orgasm for many long minutes. Torture of the highest order.

  At first, he touched the bear’s buzzing paws to her clit and held it there lightly while Victor pounded him. Victor’s lunges grew longer, more thorough and sweeping as he dominated his lover. He captured the back of Ian’s neck in his grip and forced Ian’s head down, submissively, toward Felicity’s pussy. But he didn’t want Ian to lick her. He wanted Ian to keep taunting her with the little pink bear.

  Felicity was on fire. Two million nerve endings all seemed alight just on the tip of her protruding clit. Ian touched her as though zapping her with a cattle prod, and her reaction was just as electric.