Tattoos and Cupcakes [Sunset Point] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Hennessee Andrews

Dane parked in front of his house. It was quaint and cute, cozy in feel with large palms surrounding it and thick elephant ears taller than herself, privatizing the yard. She moved to open her door and Dane gave her the no-no look so she pulled her hand back and waited.

  He walked around the front of the car and she took a shaky breath. He opened her door and she stepped out, taking his hand. They didn’t speak, just walked quickly toward the door. They entered the house and no sooner did the door shut and their hands were on each other. Their lips met with eagerness, tongues tangling, exploring the sweet taste left on their taste buds from the fruity drink. They slammed into the wall. Lane wanted to touch him all over, feel his muscles quiver from her touch. She tugged at his shirt and he stopped her.

  “Not yet.” He pulled her along as he walked backwards to the bedroom. His gentle lips kissed her neck, hands caressing her shoulders, falling lower to her waist where he pulled her tight against his chest. With a kick, a door opened and they all but fell through the threshold. His hands held her close and she felt his cock press against her stomach. She wanted him, this, now. Unable to wait any longer, Lane grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. This time he complied and lifted his arms for her to remove it completely. Underneath were the tattoos she’d yearned to see. Her lips kissed his pecs, tongue swiping over his erect nipples. He groaned and ran his hands into her hair. His skin was soft to the touch, concealing a plane of hard muscle that rippled down to his abs and further down, following a small line of dark hair.

  She had become insistent and hungry in her quest. She followed the outline of his beautiful hard chest with her tongue, admiring the detailed black tattoo. Her fingertips followed the precise lines and he quivered as they glided down his waist. She held the belt of his jeans, and with her teeth, lightly grazed the length of his cock through his jeans.

  “Oh, my.” He gasped for air immediately.

  A friend of Lane’s taught her a trick and urged her to try it sometime. Until now, she’d always been too shy in the bedroom. Tonight though, she felt unhinged and wild. When her mouth reached his balls, she vibrated her tongue inside her mouth with her lips pressed firmly between the area of the base of his cock and balls.

  He reacted and his hands gripped her hair tight. “Holy fuck, that’s awesome!”

  Lane had to smile. His reaction was worth the effort. He turned and urged her to follow. She was so caught up, she shifted her knees to the position he wanted her in. She worked quickly to release his belt, unbutton and unzip his jeans. She wasn’t in the mood for sweet and gentle sex. She wanted it all, headboard knocking, tangled up in the sheets, hot and wild sex.

  Tugging his jeans down, she opened her eyes and took in the long length of him contained in his form-fitting boxers. The tip peeked from the top of the waistband. With a quick pull, his boxers slid down his thighs, leaving his cock jutting away from his body. She grasped his cock, wanting nothing more than to taste him, please him. She began a tortuous descent down his shaft, allowing the head to bump the back of her throat. Managing not to be led by gag reflex, she instead enjoyed the slick wave of saliva that filled her mouth. She found an easy pace, bobbing up and down, enjoying his appreciative moans. When she reached the tip, she could taste the sweet salty tang of his precum and swirled her tongue through the slit.

  “Ooh, honey. That is fabulous.” His words encouraged her.

  She allowed her tongue to lick the length of him, stopping to suck each one of his balls into her mouth with a firm suck. She repeated the vibration technique one more time and he cursed softly.

  “She doing that vibrating thing with her tongue on my balls. Fuck, Bannock, it’s great.”

  Lane froze and momentarily didn’t know how to proceed. She was afraid to open her eyes, but wanted to. When did Bannock get there? And how long had he been watching? Panic swept through her, momentarily stopping her heart for a brief moment before a substantial rush of desire replaced fear.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. Bannock is enjoying the show.” Dane urged her to continue.

  A rush of exhilaration enveloped her. Lightheadedness made her feel drunk and wanton. A hot wave of moisture spread, soaking her panties. She moved up Dane’s cock, catching Bannock’s eyes on her. All of sudden, Dane’s cock became the best damn popsicle she’d ever had. She turned a little on her knees so she could see Bannock’s face, wanting to see how the moment affected him. She also wanted Bannock to see her pleasuring Dane with her mouth. She grasped Dane’s cock in her hand and kissed the head, flicking her tongue through his slit, tasting the nectar his body produced. The entire time, she kept her eyes fixed on Bannock and gauged his expressions.

  The man was so extremely hot sitting there in the corner chair. He was lounged back, his legs relaxed and gaped open wide. His blue eyes were feral, his mouth firm with no hint of a smile. He leaned to the side with his elbow on the arm of the chair, stroking his chin with his thumb and index finger.

  “Bannock, her mouth is exquisite,” Dane rasped out as she pulled him in deeply again. Somehow the unanswered exchange between them seemed to fuel her to perform and please both of them. “Oh, babe, come here.” Dane reached down and helped her to her feet. His fingers settled under her chin, beckoning her closer. He placed a soft kiss to her lips, his eyes watching her expression the entire time. “Turn around. Let’s show Bannock what he’s missing.”

  Lane turned slowly and lifted her hair up so that Dane could unzip her dress. Her hips swayed, the sensual mood making her feel desirable and free. Dane pulled the zipper on the back of her dress down, his lips kissed her shoulder and followed the line of her spine as the zipper led the way. Images of them all together in her dreams heightened her arousal as much as Bannock’s penetrating gaze.

  Dane worked his way up her back and slid his hands under the straps of her dress. He pushed them down her arms. Lane released her hair and allowed her hands to move to her sides. The dress fell to her feet, leaving her standing in matching bra and panties.

  “Isn’t she a sight to behold, Bannock?” Dane brushed her hair over her left shoulder and kissed her neck. His hands moved under her arms, leaving a fiery trail over her chest to her breasts. He circled her nipples through the fabric and she could feel them harden from his touch. With a squeeze to both of them, he groaned in her ear, sucking the lobe until she moaned with pleasure. “Her breasts are perfect, Bannock. So full and perky.” He slipped his fingers in the front of each cup and pulled down.

  Lane’s nipples popped out, hardening even more from the cool air of the room. She felt like she was about to spontaneously combust from the heated gaze Bannock directed at her. Her breaths came out in short shudders when Dane pinched both nipples simultaneously. Bannock’s eyes flickered and opened wide for a moment before he resumed his casual gaze.

  Dane nipped the tender flesh at the base of her neck and she couldn’t help but cry out. Dane released her bra with the flick of two fingers and slid the garment off, leaving her topless and on show for Bannock to feast his eyes on. “Have you ever seen anything more spectacular in all your life?” Dane asked Bannock as he palmed her breasts, teasing and pinching her aching nipples. “Your cock is hard, Bannock. I can see it stretching the front of your jeans.”

  Dane moved his hands over her stomach. His fingers slipped into her panties and found her slick pussy waiting. A light rub to her clit set her on fire. With Dane’s hands pleasuring her sensitive clit and Bannock’s fierce eyes watching her, the desire for both of them had Lane about to melt down into a pool on the floor from all the stimulation. Her head fell back on Dane’s shoulder and she closed her eyes, lost in a wild array of colors flashing behind her eyelids.

  “Her pussy is so hot and wet.” Dane sucked in a breath between his teeth. “Oh, yeah, baby, Bannock and I make you so fucking hot, don’t we?”

  Lane nodded but couldn’t respond. She became too overwhelmed with sensory overload. Dane pulled his fingers away and Lane whimpered a complaint. He chuckled as he wor
ked her panties down to her ankles, lifting each of her feet in order to remove them and the dress.

  “Kiss me.” He pulled her back to his chest and she turned, wrapping her right arms around his neck, falling into the sweet demand.

  They kissed with greedy lips. Lane’s hips moved, rubbing against Dane’s groin. She wanted him inside her, filling her. His hands splayed over her stomach. His hips matched her rhythm, moving with her, grinding his erection between the cheeks of her ass. “Please,” she whispered and it was the only word she managed.

  Dane held her with his left arm and pulled her right leg up, placing her foot still clad in her heels on the edge of the bed, opening her wide for Bannock see. “Look at that pussy.” Dane’s fingers dipped between her folds and stroked her clit. “She is so wet. So fucking wet.”

  Lane whimpered and thrust her hips into his hand. The friction was driving her wild. Two fingers swiftly speared her cunt and she cried out. His thumb started a tortuous circle over her clit with his finger sinking inside her, pulling out and thrusting back in. She trembled and gripped a mess of his hair with her right hand and pulled.

  “Fuck, she is hot, so slick and hot.” Dane picked up his pace, his fingers becoming more demanding, pulling moans from her lungs. “Look at him, Reece.”

  Lane lifted her head and leveled her gaze on Bannock. Her pussy was tingling with delight. She was so close, oh so close.

  “Tell him to open his jeans and pull out his cock.” Dane said with a growl next to her ear.

  She stuttered, “Pu–pull—”

  “No, not like that. Demand him to do it.” Dane’s voice rose and a new round of heat coated his fingers. “Do it, Reece. You know you want to see him do it. Now make him.”

  Lane did want to see Bannock’s cock. She wanted it so badly she found her voice and strength. “Pull out your cock and stroke it, Bannock!”

  Dane chuckled softly in her ear. “Good girl.”

  Bannock’s expression didn’t change and at first, Lane thought he wasn’t going to do it. Then, his hands slowly worked at the button of his jeans and she cheered inside. He lifted his ass and slid not only his jeans, but his boxers down with one shove. His large cock jutted out and she felt her body respond. She licked her lips as a tremor built. Bannock gripped his shaft and slowly worked from the base to the top. His thumb swept over the tip, gathering his lubricant and rubbing it down his long pole.

  “Isn’t that the biggest cock you ever laid eyes on?” Dane asked her and sped up his pace.

  “Yes,” she cried out.

  “Show him how much you appreciate watching him. Come for him.”

  Lane burst and felt electrified. She shook and quivered in Dane’s arms as liquid heat leaked from her cunt. “Yes!” she squealed and pulled Dane’s hair and head forward, holding him tight. Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as she took rapid intakes of air through her nose while keeping her eyes open, directing them at Bannock.

  Dane lovingly brought her down with sweet kisses to her neck, his thumb gently rubbing her swollen pussy. She exhaled and inhaled, unsure if she could catch her breath again. Seeing Bannock with his cock in his hand, leisurely stroking, had pushed her over the edge. When her release struck and she cried out, he gripped his dick so tight his knuckles turned white. The scene fueled her and the small aftershocks kept rocking her body.

  With a strong embrace, Dane held her close and kissed her cheek. “Are you ready for more?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Dane turned her around to face him and kissed her while cradling her face in his hands. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever had the pleasure to look upon.” His eyes were genuine and loving.

  “Thank you.” She leaned into his hand, loving the gentle caress.

  “Climb on the bed. We have a show to give Bannock.”

  Lane climbed up on her knees and stared at Bannock. She felt sexy and wanted. Dane was everything she needed or craved in a man, sweet, loving, and demanding. All the qualities she desired, wrapped up in a sinful package. She looked over her shoulder and watched him roll a condom over his large cock. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. Dane noticed her watching and gave her a seductive wink and she melted.

  Dane eased up behind her and nudged her legs further apart with his knees. Lane faced Bannock and his eyes were watching, his hand stroking his cock with liberal strokes. God, she wanted to taste him so bad. Dane caressed her ass and delivered a slap to her right cheek. She whimpered and felt her body continue to heat up.

  “She has a beautiful ass, too.” Dane rubbed away the stinging pain left by his hand.

  When Dane nudged her pussy with his enlarged shaft, she bowed her back and pushed toward him. Slowly his cock eased in and began to stretch her wide. She wailed with delight and closed her eyes, enjoying each inch and every ripple of his shaft.

  “Mercy she is so hot and wet. So fucking tight, too.” Dane stroked her ego and gasped with delight.

  He eased in and out to the tip, returning over and over at a medium pace. Lane wanted to demand what she wanted but was too caught up watching Bannock’s expression and his hand working his own cock. She wanted him to join in. She was hot and ready to share. Her body was so keyed up, she doubted service from both of them could calm the tsunami they’d created.

  The pace increased causing Lane to hum. She could feel Dane’s balls hitting her clit, giving her a double stimulation. He gripped her hips tightly and she felt his cock swell inside of her. Sounds of his hips slapping her ass echoed off the walls, feeding her more delightful stimulation. “Yeah, Dane, just like that.” She gasped for air and felt her breasts bouncing.

  “Oh, hell yes.” Dane groaned. “Ah, man, her pussy is so fucking awesome.”

  Lane heard Dane’s strangled words and loved the sound of them. They pushed harder, faster, taking as much pleasure as they could get. Lane grasped the sheets and held them tight.

  “Tell Bannock to stroke his cock harder.”

  Lane leveled her gaze on Bannock with her tits jiggling while Dane fucked her into dreamland. “Stroke it harder, Bannock!” her voice boomed, demanding what she wanted to see, what Dane knew she wanted to see.

  Bannock gripped himself harder and started pumping his cock faster. His expression had changed. He was turned on, but trying hard to deny it. The sight pushed Lane closer and she began to pant. “Fuck me harder, Dane!”

  Dane pounded against her ass harder and his thumb gathered up her wetness and rubbed her tight bud. Lane gasped and felt her body tremble. Slick heat from her pussy enveloped Dane’s cock and he growled when he felt it.

  “Oh, fuck yes.” Lane looked directly at Bannock. “I’m close, hell yes, so close.” She shuddered. “Come with me, Bannock!” She squealed as her orgasm ripped through her. “Yes, yes.” She continued to let out all that had been locked inside.

  Bannock growled deeply as cum erupted from his cock, shooting up and landing on his shirt. Lane watched, captivated, riding the trail of her release that refused to let go. Dane thrust hard one last time and shouted as his release burst forward.

  They fell to the bed, Lane flat on her stomach, Dane draped over her back with his hips still thrusting, milking the last of his release. He kissed her back and shoulders. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight, his cock still lodged deep inside. They became still, all rasping with the heat of the moment. Bannock’s head fell back to wall and his hand lightly rubbed his semi-erect cock. Dane’s body heated Lane as he nuzzled her neck.

  “Baby, you are awesome.” Dane whispered and nipped her ear. He looked toward Bannock and grinned. The look he received back wasn’t a happy one. Bannock had a dark expression as he palmed his cock.

  * * * *

  Bannock closed his eyes with his head leaned back against the wall. He was sitting in the chair in his own bedroom where he had been planning to go to bed when Dane kicked the door wide open. What was he to do? Dane had planned the event and Bannock knew it, but had no id
ea it would be so soon.

  When they barged in, hands groping, and mouths tangling, Bannock sat back in the chair in the corner of the room. He wasn’t one to interrupt to begin with. He could have slipped out without them knowing, but curiosity held him there. Reece looked especially hot in her short, light blue dress with her long legs bare, her feet in heels with her long cascading red hair falling to the middle of her back.

  A part of him wanted to put a stop to the whole mess. The other part was hard up and couldn’t peel his eyes away even if he wanted to. He however had no plans of joining the two of them. The erection they created continued to enlarge and bunch up in his jeans until it became so painful he’d endure anything to ease it. When Reece looked directly at him and demanded that he stroke himself, he nearly came on the spot. Not many women had a voice and control in the bedroom, or at least he had yet to meet one. But Reece, well, she had it, with blazing lust filled eyes and a sharp voice capable of bringing a man to his knees.

  Bannock now sat and watched Dane place gentle kisses to her alabaster skin. Reece resembled an angel as she laid there, Dane draped over her curvy body, her eyes closed and a sweet smile settled on her lips. Who are you, Reece Wyatt?

  At one point, Bannock almost lost control and all common sense. Watching Reece overcome with pleasure when her release exploded almost caused him to push Dane out of the way in order to find his own salvation.

  He finally opened his eyes, grateful he hadn’t participated physically. Being physical with a woman had a way of tying two people together emotionally, and that is exactly what he didn’t want. Of course he wanted to take Reece and fuck her into dreamland, but had enough sense and control to deny the desire. On the other hand, he was the guy who jacked off in a chair while watching. Either way, he figured, he was the loser in the battle.

  Bannock rose from the chair and reached into his hamper for a towel to wipe himself off with. Dane continued to kiss Reece and nuzzle her neck while whispering what was more than likely sweet nothings in her ear.