Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lynn Stark

  When Roarke opened the door to Marley’s room he was shocked to see her on all fours on the bed with Gray ramming the length of his huge cock into her pussy. The sight had him as hard as nails in less than three point five seconds.

  Marley’s wild mass of dark hair was hiding her face. She appeared raw and untamed as she thrust back against Gray with the man’s every forward thrust as he held her slim hips in his hands. The sounds coming from both were exciting, but hers in particular were. They were uninhibited, low moans and grunts, a keening cry when a thrust obviously hit something inside her vagina just right.

  Yanking his shirt over his head he threw it aside. His shoes and jeans came next. He only just remembered to take his socks off as he got to the bed and joined them. Socks and sex were definitely not a turn-on to a woman.

  The moment he was sprawled on the bed the wild woman split her attention between Gray and him. Roarke shouted his pleasure as her mouth swooped down onto his cock, sliding along its length until the head hit the back of her throat. One hand was braced beside him on the bed. The other began caressing his balls, playing with them, stroking as her mouth slid up and down the length of his cock.

  “That’s it, baby, suck Roarke’s cock. Suck it right down,” Gray growled as he fucked their woman as if there was no tomorrow.

  The bed shook and skin slapped together. Roarke imagined the other man’s heavy balls swinging, slamming into her clit. Next time he would watch where they were connected. Fuck, they needed a mirror.

  It was a gorgeous sight as he looked down the length of Marley’s golden body to see the powerful god thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy, the cleft of her heart-shaped ass appearing much as a sight on a gun, perfectly aligned with the target, her pussy.

  A large hand connected unexpectedly with her ass, causing her to jerk her mouth up along his rigid flesh. He winced as the edge of her teeth scraped him, but bit back his protest. Fuck, he wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t going to ruin the mood. And right then the mood was wild and dirty.

  “Suck Roarke’s cock until he comes. Then I want you to lick him clean.”

  Marley moaned around his cock again. The sound vibrated. Her wet lips slid over him again and again. Her tongue rubbed and twirled, teasing and dipping, until his hips began bucking. Obviously she enjoyed Gray’s dominance as much as he did. Smiling, he slid his hands into the cloud of dark silk, holding her head as he began fucking her mouth until they were both moaning with unrestrained pleasure.

  Roarke’s gaze locked with Gray’s. There was so much heat in those gorgeous green eyes. The man was as excited by what he was seeing from his position as Roarke was from his. Their woman was between them, being pleasured and giving it at the same time.

  When a slender finger worked its way into his asshole he lost it. With his balls clenching, his fingers wrapped tightly into the wild dark hair as streams of hot cum jetted to the back of Marley’s throat. The muscles there clenched on the head of his cock each time she swallowed. His body arched and his eyes rolled back into his head as he groaned as if being tortured, the pleasure so great, so unique, it was very nearly pain.

  Roarke collapsed against the headboard, panting, the grip he had on her hair relaxing somewhat as she began following Gray’s instruction to the letter. His cock slipped from between her lips even as she began to lick away any traces of lost cum from his soft flesh, then worked her way down his balls, loving each one, sucking them, lapping at the orbs which were still drawn up against his body.

  There wasn’t a part of him which wasn’t enjoying a hot afterglow. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I love the feel of your mouth on me.”

  Gray, the beast, was still fucking Marley. He had an amazing ability to last. But Roarke could see the tight control beginning to loosen.

  A large hand slapped her ass over and over. Marley hadn’t come yet and their lover was definitely intent upon pushing her over the edge.

  “Suck his cock. Get him hard again.” Warm, swollen lips wrapped around his cock. It was already recovering so her task wasn’t as difficult as it might have been. “You’re going to be our sex slave for the day. You’re going to be here for our pleasure, you’ll do everything you’re told. If you don’t, you’ll be punished.” There was another hard slap to her ass. She was moaning again now, her body wild as she fucked herself on Gray’s cock. “Come for me now. I want to hear you scream.”

  Marley’s scream of pleasure was one of the sexiest sounds he had ever heard. The expression of pure, raw bliss on her beautiful face was something he would never forget. Small, strong hands gripped his thighs as her back arched and her head was thrown back, all that hair falling over her shoulders and back. Leaning forward he bit her neck, his teeth latching onto the soft flesh until she screamed again.

  Gray’s shout of release was more of a roar as the beast found his release. Roarke watched in awe as their lover’s powerful body jerked several times as he spilled his seed into her willing pussy. It was fucking erotic, being connected to Gray in this way. It was almost as if he could feel that huge cock swelling inside him as she would be feeling it now. Releasing his hold on her neck, he licked and kissed the stinging flesh. Marley rubbed her face against his in a sign of affection, and then collapsed onto his chest.

  “No, none of that,” Gray said, his hands grasping her around the waist so he could lift her over Roarke’s lap. In one smooth move she was impaled on his cock, Gray’s cum making his entrance slick. “Ride him until he comes again. Don’t stop for any reason, or you’ll be punished.”

  Silky hair brushed against his hands as he held Marley by the waist, holding her, guiding her, as she rode his very, very happy cock. Her swollen tissues were clinging to his cock. Gray’s semen was making the ride a slick one. They moaned together as they looked one another in the eye as she lifted and lowered on his length. Her hands were on his shoulders. The hard points of her nipples rubbed against his pecs as her full, firm breasts bounced.

  Looking down between them he watched the blue butterfly riding his cock. It was a beautiful, erotic sight. “Look, baby. See your beautiful butterfly?”

  Marley looked down to where their two bodies were joined. The smell of their combined sex juices was a heady scent. He inhaled, filling his nostrils with it, memorizing it.

  “Do you want Roarke to fill you with his cum?” Gray asked, kneeling behind her and between Roarke’s legs. She nodded. “Then ride him hard. Fuck him into tomorrow.”

  The woman certainly knew how to take instruction. Not only did she ride his cock as if there was no tomorrow, Marley took him to a place he had only ever been to with Gray. When she did so he saw it as a sign that she was the one for them.

  With his hands cupping the globes of her firm ass, he assisted her in riding the length of his cock, their sweat-covered bodies sliding against one another, her breasts crushed as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck and held on tightly.

  Roarke willingly gave up the hearing in his left ear as Marley cried out her pleasure. He bit her again, sucking hard on the flesh between her neck and shoulder. She cried out once more, humping him hard, her body bouncing up and down on his cock until he was pulling her down tightly onto it, his semen mixing with her creamy juices and Gray’s.

  The heat, the scents, the feel of her supple flesh in his hands, all gave Roarke a sense of peace. Whether any of them were willing to admit it out loud yet or not, she was theirs.

  When Gray pulled Marley away with gentle hands, he placed her on the bed beside Roarke. They stretched out on either side of her.

  “How do you feel, baby?”

  She smiled. “Good. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  Gray chuckled and stroked the side of her face. “Glad to hear that. Now, go take care of yourself and come back to the bed. Roarke will make breakfast for you. You’re not to leave this room until you’re given permission. Do you understand?”

  Chapter Ten

  Roarke watched as Marley nodded with
out saying another word, her blue-green eyes huge as she looked from Gray to him. Gray bent to kiss her as he wondered just what his lover, their lover, was doing. He would find out as soon as they were away from her.

  She climbed off the bed and went to the connected master bath. As soon as they heard the shower running Roarke turned to him. “What are you up to, Gray? Don’t push her too hard. I don’t want her scared of us.”

  “I’ve discovered Marley likes being dominated. She knows she can stop it at any time. Her safe word is caterpillar. I never heard her say it, did you?”

  Roarke shook his head and smiled. “Okay, I get she wants to play. Do you really think she’s going to stay in here all day and let us use her?”

  “We’re not going to use her. We’re going to pleasure her. Thank goodness we don’t have any near neighbors. My ears are still ringing.”

  “Yeah, mine, too.” He laughed. “So, what do you have planned and have you called in to work yet?”

  “I’m going in for a while. I’m a big boy. I can take some ribbing about a couple of black eyes. Besides, I want to make a side trip to that new adult toy store, Totally Discreet. I have a feeling we’re going to need some things to keep her from getting bored.”

  “Are there any rules for me?”

  “You’re not to leave her alone in the house.”

  “Not that I would, but why?”

  “Because, babe, I will be handcuffing our lovely lady to the bed for the day.”

  Okay, so he hadn’t expected that. Roarke’s eyes widened even as his cock stirred. He was feeling sixteen again and very horny. “Anything else I need to know?”

  “Yes. You’re not to talk to her unless it’s necessary. Come in here, do what you want to her, then leave.”

  Roarke’s imagination went into overdrive. As long as he didn’t have a time limit, he could work with that. “Got it.” Then he grinned again. “Don’t rush back.”

  When Marley came out she was glowing from head to toe. She smiled shyly as she moved back to the bed Gray had straightened in her absence. She climbed onto it, and then kneeled in the center.

  “Go make breakfast,” he told Roarke. Grabbing his hard cock with the swollen ruby head, he fisted it. “Marley has to give me a proper good-bye before I leave for work.”

  Roarke waited long enough to see Marley crawl across the bed to take Gray’s rigid monster into her mouth, her lips sliding over that beautiful ruby head. He bit back a groan, wanting to watch, wanting to pleasure their dominant partner.

  But today wasn’t about him, it was about what Marley wanted and needed. He yanked on his jeans then hurried down the stairs to the kitchen. The dogs ran out the back door as he opened it, relieving him of having to babysit them. It was going to be a day when he didn’t want any distractions. The huge play yard was secure and sheltered. There was water, toys, and beds.

  As he finished making toast, a pot of tea, and small slice of Canadian bacon, Gray walked into the kitchen. He was dressed in his white uniform shirt, crisp blue denims, with a white, straw, Western-style hat was in his hand. The hint of soap and damp hair told Roarke he had taken a quick shower. He tossed the hat onto the counter before reaching for him. Roarke melted into the big, hard body. Though he wasn’t short at six feet tall, Gray was five inches taller and had him by forty pounds. Strong arms wrapped around him. He breathed in the scent of him and kissed his neck.

  “Here are the keys to the handcuffs. There’s another set on the table beside the bed that she can get to. Have fun.” The keys were pressed into his hand. His fingers closed around them. “I probably won’t be gone more than a couple of hours. I’ve got a reason to get things taken care of quickly.”

  With a soul-searing kiss and a grin, Gray was gone.

  Roarke’s hands shook slightly as he placed Marley’s breakfast on a tray. He carried the covered dishes upstairs. The door was open and he guessed Gray had purposely left it like that so she could call for him if she needed something.

  The look Marley gave him from between the dark strands of hair which had fallen over her face told him her freedom from the handcuffs was not something she was going to ask for anytime soon. He set the tray down on the table beside the bed, her breakfast being the last thing on his mind.

  Eating toast seemed to be the farthest thing from her mind, too, as she looked him over and licked her lips. Fuck, what kind of monster had they created in such a short time? It was as if she had taken on another persona, one better suited to play the game. Feeling his cock swelling behind his zipper, Roarke grabbed the tab and pulled it down, releasing his cock. He shoved his jeans down his legs and kicked them aside.

  Without a word he climbed up onto the bed and between her legs. Those long, slender limbs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her hot channel without ceremony. The heat of her slick, swollen sex gripped his cock, sheathing it tightly. He fucked her hard and fast, grinding into her depths until she was panting and growling beneath him.

  It was such a fucking hot sound he blew his load within the first couple of minutes, his cum spurting strongly into her body as a keening cry left her lips and her body arched beneath his.

  Going with the sex slave theme, he left her body sprawled wantonly on the bed and left the room without a word. Since only one hand was cuffed she would be able to get to the tray with her food on it. If she needed anything else she would have to call for it.

  It was difficult to concentrate on what he had to do, but Roarke focused on his normal routine for his day off, washing clothes and cleaning, until he felt it was time to take a break. He undressed and went up to the master bedroom, his cock leading the way. Their wild little vixen had eaten everything on the tray. Blue-green eyes fixed on him again as he entered. She ran the tip of her tongue over lips, and then curled it provocatively over her upper lip, before withdrawing it and biting her lower lip in a purposely innocent and uncertain action.

  Oh, fuck, was she born to play games! He wanted to be her sheik, the man who mastered her, but was so much her willing slave. He would see about getting a headdress and a flowing silk robe of some kind. Maybe Gray could be a marauding desert bandit and could capture them both. Shuddering, he felt his cock weeping pre-cum.

  Remembering that he was to be the dominant one, he walked around the bed slowly, looking her over, making her turn to watch his every move. His gaze raked over her full breasts, the rigid dark peaks, down over the flat stomach, to the blue butterfly permanently tattooed onto the small mound of her naked pussy, to the slender legs which seemed to go on forever.

  A smile curved his mouth and he left the room a moment, only to return quickly with the belts from his and Gray’s robes. Without a word to her he yanked her legs apart, and then tied them off to the posts. Her free hand was also tied to the headboard. She was completely vulnerable now. His gaze went to her eyes and he saw the fire in them.

  Marley wanted this.

  She wanted him.

  Her hot gaze went to his cock and she licked her lips again. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t going to give her what she so obviously wanted. It nearly killed him. He wanted to plunge his cock into her mouth, between those soft lips, thrusting until he came.

  But he had another purpose at the moment. Climbing up onto the high bed he covered her body with his again. She was completely helpless beneath him. Sheathing his cock in her dripping pussy, he fucked her as hard and as fast as he had before. Though it took him some time to climax, when he finally did so he left her there, panting, without relief of her own.

  Going back downstairs he checked on the dogs, saw that they were perfectly content with their lot in life, and went to make chicken salad with breasts he had grilled the day before. Running the vacuum in the living room and sweeping the front porch with a corn broom helped keep his mind off the woman upstairs. It helped, but not much.

  As he opened a cupboard something caught his eye. He smiled and reached for it, then went upstairs. He couldn’t wait any longer.


  Marley was waiting for him again, wilder this time, straining at the bindings he had left on her. A low growl erupted from her throat and she hissed. Fuck, he wanted to lose his load again. He checked the knots he had made. As he had intended, they hadn’t tightened. Nor had they rubbed her. Obviously fighting the restraints was part of her game.

  “What will my wild little butterfly do for this?” he purred softly, holding up a small square of dark chocolate. He saw her eyes widen, and then the lashes drop in a sultry tease. The tongue came back out. “Name it. Tell me what you will do for this.”

  “I’ll let you fuck my ass.”

  Just when Roarke didn’t think this game could get any better, he discovered how wrong he was to even try to think.

  When he hesitated, she added in a soft, tempting voice, “I’ve never done it before. No man has ever put his cock in my ass.” Her gaze roamed over him, settling on the chocolate. “Do you ever get to fuck Grayson? Do you get to sink your hard cock into his tight ass?”

  He did, but it was rare. Though they enjoyed it when it did happen, he normally preferred to bottom. But for him to top their woman, to be the first to fuck her beautiful virgin asshole, would send him flying. More pre-cum dribbled from the slit in the head of his cock and she licked her lips as she stared at it with hot eyes.

  Roarke didn’t answer her question. Let her wonder. It was obvious her mind was going to a lot of new places.

  It didn’t take long to untie her ankles. He untied one wrist long enough to turn her over onto her stomach, and then he retied it.

  Roarke almost swallowed his tongue as he admired the most perfect female ass he had ever seen. It was perfectly formed, twin mounds of rounded feminine flesh, with a butterfly flying across one hip.

  “I’ll have to get you ready. Get on your knees,” he ordered in as commanding a voice as he could manage. His hands were shaking again as he unwrapped a piece of the dark chocolate and fed it between her lips. A low moan of pleasure told him how much she loved the taste. The woman really knew how to get him revved up. “You won’t move unless I tell you to do so.”