Repercussions (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Rainey Daye

  Jess claimed her mouth for a drugging kiss, and she felt Alex’s lips nipping along her side as he worked his way down. Maggie’s head thrashed on the pillow as she strained toward her much needed orgasm and screamed as she climaxed.

  “I can’t find the lube,” she heard Alex grumble from a distance, followed by Jess’s curse as he continued to thrust inside her.

  “I don’t care,” Jess grated in return.

  “I do,” Alex answered softly.

  Maggie opened her eyes to confirm her suspicions and saw that Alex was poised to enter Jess but was hesitating to do so due to lack of lubricant to ease his passage. Jess was a bit wild-eyed with the need to be fucked even as he was fucking her. She knew Alex’s desperate desire to be sheathed within one of his lovers would soon overcome his recalcitrance, but he would feel horrible about it later and that could definitely put a pall over her own desire. So “use me as lube,” she offered, and both men froze for a moment as they focused on her.

  Maggie smiled as she reached down to where she and Jesse were joined and ran her hand over her groin before holding it up to show just how wet she was from all that foreplay in the bar. Grinning, Jess withdrew from her and magnanimously waved Alex ahead to dip his cock within Maggie so he could properly lube himself up before butt-fucking Jess.

  With a groan, Alex moved into position and slowly sank into her honeyed depths. His eyes rolled back into his head as Maggie flexed her internal muscles and gripped him strongly within her. He seated himself to the hilt and slowly focused his attention on her. Never breaking eye contact, he slowly dropped his mouth down to hers and claimed it in a deep, leisurely kiss. But he suddenly broke away with a cry of pleasure as Jess, not waiting around for Alex to finish lubing himself, fiendishly employed his own Maggie lube and thrust himself deep inside Alex.

  Maggie gasped in turn, and then the three of them were rocking together in unison. Maggie hooked her feet around the backs of Jess’s thighs while she grasped Alex’s buttocks in her hands and squeezed and separated them. She felt Jess’s groin bump against her hands with each thrust, and Alex’s groans shuddered through her body as he lay heavily atop her as he ground his pelvis into hers. Alex buried his lips against her throat and sucked her tender flesh frantically as he was stimulated from the front and the rear.

  Maggie cried out from yet another orgasm and loosened her hold on both men as she attempted to catch her breath. Alex took the opportunity this afforded him to buck against Jess, signaling his desire for a change in positions. Jess withdrew from Alex and scooted back along the bed to give Alex room to maneuver. He waited semipatiently, absently stroking his cock while Alex unceremoniously flipped Maggie over and piled pillows under her hips so that her ass was sticking up in the air.

  Jess leaned around him and reverently stroked her ass while Alex finished his adjustments, and then planted an openmouthed kiss to it, biting her gently, before he scooted out of the way to the side. Alex took his cock in hand and rubbed it up and down Maggie’s clit before he sank back down into her, accompanied by her moans. Jess swallowed hard as he watched Alex’s slow advance and withdrawal. He reached down between Alex’s spread legs and fondled his scrotum while Alex made love to Maggie.

  Maggie gasped out Jess’s name and reached out blindly toward him. Knowing what she wanted, he eagerly stripped off his condom, kissed Alex, and then moved to the head of the bed and offered Maggie his cock.

  She propped herself up on her elbows and reached for him, gently encircling his engorged phallus with her fingers, and pumped it twice while licking her lips before she guided it to her waiting mouth. Jess rocked back on his heels and scooted closer to her as her mouth slowly engulfed him. He bucked his hips in an involuntary reflex and then sternly tried to control himself while Maggie expertly suckled him. He leaned over her and met Alex for a deep kiss as Alex continued to thrust deep inside her with only his hips. They both managed to free one arm and hugged each other tight as they both took and delivered pleasure to Maggie.

  Neither man held back after that, and before long, the three of them were panting, grunting, and groaning as they gyrated together. Maggie pulled back from Jess with a strangled cry and raised herself on straightened arms as Alex’s thrusts increased in tempo. Jess quickly donned another condom, and as soon as Alex came with a guttural yell, he pushed him off Maggie and took his place. Within moments, his muscles were stiffening from his coming orgasm and Maggie was writhing beneath him, screaming. With a strangled bellow of triumph, he evidently saw stars as he came and then collapsed heavily on top of her. He had just enough energy to roll to his side and drag Maggie with him as Alex spooned her from the front, and the three of them fell asleep in a plethora of tangled limbs.

  * * * *

  Alex woke up some time later and got up to use the bathroom. He returned to the bedroom and stumbled over the doctor’s bag in the dark. Swallowing a curse as he hopped about on one foot, he almost pushed the bag away, but common sense intervened and he snagged the bag in his hand and returned to the bathroom where he could go through the contents with the lights on.

  Five minutes later, he had a packet of condoms in one hand and the lubricant in the other. He allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room while he absently fondled himself prior to slipping on a condom. Once that task was complete, he carefully arranged the items on one of the bedside tables and then climbed into bed next to the sleeping Jesse. He flipped the lid open on the lube and squirted a generous amount into his hand. He then gently rubbed his hand along Jess’s crack while he turned halfway over and replaced the lube on the table.

  Returning his attention to Jess’s ass, he massaged it gently with his other hand while he methodically worked the lube all around Jesse’s anus. Knowing what type of mood Jess would shortly wake in, he rolled back over and retrieved the lube and another condom, which he placed near at hand. He then turned his attention back to his male lover and slowly rubbed his cock against Jess’s rock-hard ass, awaiting that moment when Jess awakened before finally pushing forward with his hips until his cock breached his anus. Wrapping his arm firmly around Jess’s muscular chest, he slowly pushed inside him.

  He was aware that Jess had fully regained consciousness by Jess’s act of raising his outside leg and draping it over Alex’s hip. Alex used that leg for leverage and pushed himself deeper inside Jesse, who twisted his torso so that he could more fully face Alex and lose himself in his kiss.

  The two men strained and grunted together as they sought their own bliss without waking the exhausted Maggie, who slept obliviously beside them. Alex withdrew only long enough to tug Jesse onto his back and reposition himself between Jess’s legs so that they could continue making love face-to-face. Once he was fully embedded, Jess wrapped his arms around Alex and held him tight while they kissed languorously. Their hands slowly roved over each other’s muscular bodies while Alex continued with his unhurried thrusts.

  “I love you so much,” Alex found himself whispering in Jesse’s ear in between kisses.

  “Me, too,” Jess replied fervently.

  “Do you want some pussy?” Alex asked his lover.

  “No. Right now, all I want is you,” Jess answered, and Alex obediently increased his tempo.

  The shaking of the bed as Alex seriously pounded into Jess woke Maggie, but she could plainly see that they were lost in each other, and she rolled away from them and simply lay on her side with her head cushioned on a pillow while she watched them loving each other. They were peripherally aware of her scrutiny but were too caught up in each other to acknowledge it. Her voyeurism did increase the eroticism of their act and elevated it to new heights, for which they both fervently thanked her in silent tribute.

  No longer having to control himself now that their other lover was awake, Alex raised himself above Jess and hooked his legs with his arms. With this new angle, Alex was able to penetrate even deeper, and Jess’s grunts became louder with each purposeful thrust. He licked his lips as he saw
Jess’s cock distend between them and was practically hypnotized as it bounced merrily against Jess’s belly.

  With a growl, Alex lowered his torso, trapping Jess’s cock between their bodies, and ground himself against it, feeling it rub against the ridges of his stomach. He unhooked one arm from Jess’s bent legs so that he could reach out and stroke that beautiful cock. He rubbed his thumb over the head, and it came away sticky with Jess’s pre-cum. He reached up and rubbed his thumb against Jess’s lips and was rewarded by Jess’s tongue snaking out and licking it before he sucked it into his mouth.

  They both heard Maggie’s quickly suppressed moan, and Alex decided to take pity on both of them. He slowly withdrew from Jess despite his protests and then flipped him over onto his stomach. “On your hands and knees,” he further directed in a hoarse voice.

  Jess eagerly complied, and Alex squirted more lube directly against his anus before he slammed back into him, all the way. He then held himself perfectly still and turned his head to face Maggie. “Sweetheart,” he instructed her in a voice laden with tension, “scoot on over here and help me with Jess.”

  Maggie immediately moved closer, and both men maneuvered her into a sixty-nine position underneath Jess. Alex waited while Maggie eagerly sucked Jess’s cock into her hot mouth and then watched almost dispassionately while Jess lowered his upper torso and used his hands to gently separate Maggie’s folds before he buried his tongue deep inside her sweet pussy. He waited as he listened to their hungry moans and contented himself with simple hip twists while he remained almost unmovingly embedded deep inside Jess.

  Only when he deemed his two lovers to be on the verge of their own orgasms did he begin to thrust again. And thrust hard! He withdrew slowly until only the tip of his cock was inside Jess and then slammed himself back into him. After each of these teeth-jarring thrusts he was rewarded with loud grunts and cries. He thrust over and over again, through both their climaxes, until he lost himself to the mindless rhythm.

  He dug his fingers deep into Jess’s hips as he began to seriously pound into him and then threw back his head, and his climax started at his toes and then tore through his body, leaving him shaking and strung out. When his body unclenched, he collapsed bonelessly atop Jess, who twisted so that the two men rolled to their sides and didn’t squash Maggie, who was still sprawled under Jess.

  Pressing a kiss to Jess’s shoulder, the only part of him he could reach without lifting his head, which would have taken too much damn energy at this point, Alex fell into an exhausted slumber.

  * * * *

  They had made love all throughout that glorious night. One of them would awaken, insatiable for more stimulation, and would turn to whichever body was closest. Their loveplay would invariably awaken the third, who would eagerly join in. Toward dawn both men finally fell deeply asleep lying on either side of Maggie and quietly suckling on her luscious breasts while her fingers languorously brushed through their hair. And oddly enough, they each still had their face masks on.

  Chapter 8

  Troy awoke with a moan to the unpleasant sensation of the ground heaving beneath him. It felt like he was on a rowboat in the middle of a storm-tossed lake, and he desperately swallowed back the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. He thrashed his limbs desperately for purchase and dimly registered a far-off grunt but didn’t stop until his leg fell over the side and his foot landed on solid ground. Immediately feeling more stabilized, Troy breathed through his nose to keep the bile in his throat where it belonged rather than spewing all over. Minutes later he felt that it was now safe to open his eyes and did so only to frown at his unfamiliar surroundings.

  He immediately raised his head to look around, but a sharp, jabbing pain forced him to go rigid while he closed his eyes and willed the spinning to go away. He slowly and carefully lowered his head again and gritted his teeth against the pain.

  The next time he opened his eyes, he left his head resting where it was and very carefully moved his eyes, trying valiantly to ignore the needle-like pinpricks of pain that accompanied this action. The words motel room finally broke through the fog enclosing his brain, and he tried to reason out how he had gotten there.

  Last night was nothing but a blur. For the life of him, he couldn’t recall where he had been or what he had done. While he tried to reason it out, he was only peripherally aware of breathing that was not his own, but as he was unable to raise or turn his head without incredible pain and nausea, he decided not to worry about it.

  Only the increasing pressure on his bladder impelled him to finally attempt to raise himself off what he had finally recognized was a bed. He seriously considered just allowing his bladder to empty itself where he lay but finally decided that he wasn’t that far gone. Now, if he had been passed out when his bladder emptied, then that would be one thing, but seeing as how he was awake and had been for some time now, he didn’t have that convenient excuse at hand. So as slowly and carefully as he could with a bladder near to bursting, Troy levered himself off the bed and then used the wall to prop himself up as he slowly worked his way to the bathroom.

  Not having the energy to even close the door, and knowing better from previous hangovers not to even attempt to turn on the lights, Troy sort of reclined his upper torso against the nearest wall and aimed in the general direction of the toilet. The sound of splashing water confirmed that his aim wasn’t that far off, and he closed his eyes at the blessed relief of his bladder unburdening itself.

  He stood there even after his penis tapped itself dry and blessed the cool wall against his cheek. He finally slowly turned his head without removing it from its resting place and saw the bathtub with its white shower curtain. Carefully groping his way over to it, he fumbled at the unfamiliar faucet and finally managed to turn it on. It took him a little longer to figure out how to turn on the shower head, and just as he was about to give up and sit down in the bathtub instead, a hard spray of lukewarm water shot from it, and Troy gratefully climbed inside.

  Still carefully leaning against the inner wall of the shower so that he wouldn’t fall, Troy allowed the water to sluice over his body and restore him to a semblance of life. He even managed to tear open the paper wrapper on the small bar of motel soap and run it over his hair and body. His misplaced triumph at sobering up caused him to bend over too fast to rub soap over his lower body, and he felt that strange sweet rise of nausea in the back of his throat. He hastily scrambled out of the shower and fell to his knees in front of the unflushed toilet just before his stomach spewed up its contents.

  Shaking from the heaves wracking his body, Troy hugged the porcelain as he hung his head. He finally rose slowly and flushed the toilet before he turned back to the still-running shower and clambered back inside to get clean once again.

  Only when the water turned absolutely icy did he finally fumble it off and climb out. He very carefully toweled himself dry, or as much as he could so as not to further upset his stomach or risk falling over. He then tossed the wet towel onto the floor and used his foot to push it around so as to mop up any mess he had made from the toilet and shower.

  He ran his tongue over his furred teeth as he exited the room and stopped at the sink outside the room. Wishing for a toothbrush, he made do with a wetted wash cloth and ran it briskly over his teeth before he downed several glasses of cold water. For good measure, he tossed the last glass directly on his face and then stepped back to look at himself in the mirror.

  God, he looked like hell. Jesus, this had to be one of the worst benders he had ever been on. Just what in the world had precipitated it? Hadn’t he cleaned up his act? He couldn’t remember, but he was pretty sure he had. And what was with those bruises on his body? Leaning closer to the mirror, he squinted his bloodshot eyes in an attempt to identify them. He didn’t feel as if he had been in a fight. No bloody lip, broken nose, or black eyes. But those were indeed bruises. A couple rather large ones around his neck, and there was one on his right pectoral.

  He stepped bac
k to look at the rest of his body and saw another one on his belly and a couple of small ones on his inner thighs. What the hell? They weren’t particularly painful and were in the wrong places to be from punches. And then he heard movement from behind the partition, coming from where the bed was, and he closed his eyes as his sluggish brain finally registered that the bruises were hickeys.

  He had had sex last night. And judging from his hickeys, his partner had been an eager participant. She had marked him good, and he wondered with just a bit of male conceit if he had marked her in turn.

  Taking a deep breath and trying to stand upright, Troy made his way around the partition to see if his sex partner was someone who would make him puff his chest out in pride or slink away in abject humiliation. He had done both during that wild year of college, and he felt vaguely sick to his stomach at what was awaiting him.

  Okay, Troy thought as he stood as the foot of the bed. Not too bad. No great beauty, but not someone to be ashamed of fucking. She could stand to lose about twenty pounds, but other than that, he couldn’t really fault her. Of course, he couldn’t see her face because her long black hair obscured it from him, but she had huge tits that he could just picture himself burying his head between, and judging from the marks on them, he had done just that last night. Her nipples were dark and large, and he had a vague memory of taking them between his teeth and tugging. Her thighs were a bit fleshy, and her mound was a riot of dark curls. And from the stiff, crusty coating of those curls, it looked like he had fucked her more than once. Damn. From the look of them, he hadn’t used protection. And from the size of his hangover, he doubted if he would have been able to unroll a condom over his dick last night anyway, even if he had been carrying one on him.