by Ophelia Bell
“It’d be pretty hard to fuck me tied to the chair like I was,” Lazaro said. Lazaro turned and walked across the room toward the bed.
Celeste stood up on her toes and kissed him, gave his cock a gentle squeeze, then followed Lazaro.
Maddox stood in a daze, watching her go. The flavor of her still clung to his tongue. He thought how an ass like hers might make him do crazy things, too. An ass like hers combined with a kiss like Lazaro’s might just make him fall in love, if that were possible.
Chapter Five
Main Event
A hand caressed Lazaro’s ass and he turned his head sharply in surprise.
“Hey, baby.” He sighed and smiled at Celeste.
“You thought it was him.” She glanced behind her. “I think we broke him.”
Maddox stood, naked and painfully aroused, looking like a Roman Candle about to go off. His short brown hair was mussed and stood out comically. His hands hung limply by his sides and his eyes fixed on the two of them intently. Lazaro sat on the bed and pulled Celeste close, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face against her breasts.
“What kind of new schemes are you cooking up?” he asked, gazing up at her.
“No schemes. Just happy to see you embracing the possibilities. I have other ideas if tonight works out the way I hope.”
“You’re as devious as your father, you know?”
“Shush. Dad’s not part of this conversation.”
Another pair of hands slipped around her from behind and cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples distractedly.
“You were right,” Maddox said, nuzzling her neck. “I’d probably kill to have a taste of her pretty ass.”
“I have, brother.” Lazaro’s eyes met Celeste’s. So many shared memories. Some hardships, some cause for celebration. Yet during none of them had he felt quite so laid bare before her, or anyone. This was what she wanted, and he feared it might destroy them, but goddamn him if he didn’t want it, too.
He grunted when a hand gripped his hard cock. He looked down to see Celeste’s hand holding Maddox’s and guiding it while he stroked. He fell back on his elbows, staring up at the both of them
“Show him heaven,” Maddox whispered in her ear, just loud enough for him to hear
She climbed onto the bed beside him then shifted backwards, leaning against the thick pillows by the headboard and spreading her legs. Lazaro rolled over and followed her, crawling on his hands and knees. A sigh escaped Celeste’s throat when he settled himself between her thighs. Her fingers threaded through his hair and he almost forgot the other part of the bargain… the main part of the bargain. Being between her legs like this had a way of sending him into oblivion as much as fucking her did, but the pair of large, warm hands that palmed his ass brought him back to reality with a jolt.
“Relax,” Maddox said. “Pretend you’re getting a tattoo.”
The gentleness was what startled him the most at first. Beginning with soft massaging of both cheeks, Maddox’s touch moved inward, deliberate but not invasive. The touches paused, then the scent of cherries hit his nose before cool, slick, teasing swirls began again, making his cock pulse inexplicably. He’d expected to enjoy it only a little, but found himself craving it more each time the sensations stopped. Something hotter and softer than a fingertip teased, followed by a hot breath and lips kissing, working their way from the outside in with tantalizing slowness.
Celeste’s distracting moans drew his attention, when he glanced up, her eyes were on Maddox. Suspicion galvanized him for a moment until a hand gripped his cock from behind and squeezed. Maddox’s mouth descended again, that sweet hot pressure probing, delving deeper in a motion that mimicked his own tongue on Celeste. Maddox worked in a slow, teasing rhythm and Lazaro tried to picture what he was doing but found it increasingly difficult to concentrate with the expert touch on his cock combined with the wetness of a tongue dancing against his ass. After a moment the sensation was replaced by something more insistent and wholly erotic. Slick fingertips spread him apart and invaded, the deeper they went the less connected he felt to reality. If it weren’t for Celeste’s juicy pussy he’d have been utterly lost.
“Make her come. I’ve gotta see her come.” Hot breath gusted against his ass.
Her orgasm was poised on his tongue at the behest of the man whose tongue and fingers were teasing at his ass, whose hand fisted his cock in a steady pumping rhythm. The last of his inhibitions having fallen away, he craved the final step as much as he’d dreaded it only a day ago.
“Fuck me first.”
Without a word the warmth and touches disappeared. Maddox’s weight shifted behind him. Celeste moaned in protest at the delayed gratification he was inflicting on her. He sent his tongue in a circuit around her sweet lips, teasing everywhere but where it counted. His cock throbbed with pent up need. He could have climbed on top of her and fucked her until they both came, but knew something more soul defining was in his future, so he waited. Maddox’s figure came into view beside the bed, opening the drawer in a battered bedside table and drawing out the implements of Lazaro’s destruction. Maddox’s scarred, tattooed body moved away again, his weight settling back on the bed behind Lazaro. A stronger scent of cherries hit his nose, followed by a crinkling sound and the smell of latex. He rested his forehead on Celeste’s stomach, giving in to the renewed sensations.
He bent again and tongued Celeste’s clit with abandon. The taste and feel of her were the perfect counterpoint to the attention from the other side. He slid his fingers deep inside her, and Maddox’s slid into him, thick and slippery. Strong fingertips squeezed his ass.
“That’s it, come for us, sweetness.”
Her hips bucked and the coughing cry from her lips echoed through the vaulted ceiling above them. Lazaro hung his head, groaning at the feel of the fingertips pressing deeper into him. The scent of artificial cherries grew stronger and he peered up at Celeste. God he wanted to be inside her as much as he wanted to be filled now by the relentless teasing man behind him.
“I’m gonna fuck you now.”
Oh fuck yes.
The teasing touches disappeared, replaced by thick, hot heat. Maddox pushed and Lazaro pushed back, the sweet pleasure and searing pain of the penetration the ideal reflection of his life. Wounds both physical and emotional came back to haunt him in an instant, superimposed by moments of pure bliss spent with Celeste. He reached for her instinctively and she responded, kissing, pushing him upright so she could move lower. The initial pain dissipated and his head pounded when Maddox wrapped his arms around his chest and steadily fucked him.
“Oh baby, yeah,” he groaned when Celeste’s mouth slipped down over his hard cock.
His fingers tangled in her long hair, too distracted to do more than enjoy the feel of her. Another pair of hands tangled in his hair, yanking his head back.
Lazaro let Maddox slide his tongue between his lips with nearly as much force as his cock was plunging into his ass. For now he was happy. Their little hierarchy might change, but for the first time in his life he was content to be controlled.
With one deep plunge of Maddox’s cock ecstasy shot through him and he yelled out. He clung with one hand to Maddox’s head behind him, and with the other to Celeste’s.
Maddox seemed to sense the change, fingers gripping tighter to his hair again, pulling his head backward.
“My dick’s so deep inside you now it might as well be getting sucked by her.” Maddox’s lips slipped down his neck, his teeth sinking in at the junction of his shoulder, but the words were all it really took to send him flying.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Maddox said, fucking back against him in earnest.
The building tension from the evening released in a sudden lurch, his hips thrusting his cock into Celeste’s throat so deep she made a gagging sound. He reached back and grabbed at Maddox’s head, yelling out and gnashing his teeth at the same time as their mouths met, sucked briefly, then parted again, gasping for bre
ath.
His free hand went blindly to Celeste’s head when his cock spasmed. She hummed and took it all. Maddox was behind him, his dick pounding hard against his ass, his own harsh cries loud enough to shatter glass while he came.
Chapter Six
Bargain Fulfilled
Celeste woke a little later and studied Lazaro’s sleeping face in the dim light, reaching up to trace her fingertips over his jaw. The love she had for him was so profound as to seem a living thing, something she had trouble even reining in when they were together. Making her request had been a painful test of her love as much as she knew it tested his. She’d seen him with Maddox on the few occasions she’d accompanied him for a tattoo, and something always struck her as intensely erotic about the way the two men interacted. The signs were never overt—only a look here and there between them that had a quality of intense interest.
The more recent visits had seemed charged with a kind of thick energy and she wondered if it felt like that between them when she wasn’t there. One thing she knew was that Maddox always spared the same level of attention for her as he did for Lazaro—very deliberate and direct, the depth of his gaze seeming to pry into her, his words always subtle yet concisely directed to a point that she wondered if he was working some mind game on both her and Lazaro. She doubted Lazaro was even aware that he responded to it, but the fact that they were here tonight, and that Lazaro had seemed to enjoy carrying out his side of their bargain told her he’d figured it out.
Maddox’s hand slid down over her bare skin, squeezing her hip tightly before his arm wrapped around her from behind and he buried his face against her shoulder, inhaling.
She rolled over, a delicate feat being nearly trapped between the men’s bodies. Maddox’s large hand immediately slipped down and squeezed her ass.
“I thought you were asleep,” she whispered.
“Always been a light sleeper,” he murmured. His rough, low voice sent a tingle down her spine. “Especially when beautiful, devious women are in my bed.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“I wasn’t born yesterday, honey. You see more than you let on. So do I. You had to have known he’d go through with it, otherwise you’d never have asked. My question to you now is was it really me you wanted, or did you just have a demented urge to see him get off like that?”
An unidentifiable light flickered in his gray eyes, betraying uncertainty that seemed contradictory for a man like him. She got the impression that his entire self worth hung on her answer to his question.
“He knew I wanted you. I knew he did, too.” Her eyes held his, hoping to catch some sign that she hadn’t said the wrong thing. His expression remained mute, so she continued her confession. “This was never just about sex for me. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with… because I love him.” She took a deep breath, her voice more subdued when she spoke again. “I wouldn’t sleep with a man I wasn’t in love with. I think we’re alike that way, you and I.”
The muscles of his jaw spasmed and his fingertips dug into her hip.
“You have a crazy way of making a pass at a guy, you know? Does he know how you feel?”
“Mmm, I do now,” Lazaro’s sleep-roughened voice spoke from behind her. Heat rose to her cheeks and she was grateful for the dim light where they lay. Maddox’s eyes left her face, drifting to look past her to where Lazaro lay behind her. Her overheard confession left her cold and she wished for some kind of response from Lazaro.
“Lazaro, say something,” she said, turning her head but unable to fully turn to face him with the death grip both men had on her now.
“Just trying to let the idea of sharing you sink in. It’s a lot to process in one night, especially when we haven’t finished what we started.”
“What do you mean?”
She glanced up at Maddox’s face, startled to see a devious grin on it.
“He means you still owe him.”
He bent his head and kissed her, lingering long enough to steal her breath while his hand traced the heavy contour of her breast and teased at her nipple. Just as his hand fell away another replaced it from behind. Lazaro’s lips grazed the side of her neck while he palmed and squeezed. His erection brushed against her ass, hot and hard, sending a thrill through her.
Lazaro’s hand cupped one breast from behind, holding it up as an offering and Maddox’s mouth lowered, his lips wrapping around the nipple and sucking. He palmed the other breast, squeezing and pulling them together, teasing both nipples in quick succession.
She lost track of the subsequent series of touches, her mind unable to properly track whose hand was where. One at her breast, one steadily stroking between her thighs, lips and tongues on her skin from both sides. The two must have some kind of weird telepathic link to be able to anticipate each other’s goals and find the right way to tease her until she lost her mind.
A strong hand gripped her thigh, pushing her leg up into the air and a tongue descended on her clit, sucking and swirling. A pair of hands gripped her ass from behind, spreading her cheeks and another tongue slipped in. Her eyes popped open, surprised by the sensation at first, but the pleasure was undeniable, her surge of arousal almost instantaneous. She cried out, startled at first, reaching up for the headboard and finding cold heavy iron bars to grip.
“Stop, oh god. I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
“That’s the idea,” Lazaro said, shifting his head up and sinking his teeth into the flesh of her behind.
Maddox settled back on the pillow facing her, his hand slipping down her belly to tease at the wetness between her legs again, but slower now. Their gazes locked for an instant, a silent affirmation passing between them before his eyes shifted behind her and he gave a brief nod.
The scent of cherries permeated the air again. Lazaro’s slick fingertip teased at the delicate flesh of her tight asshole.
“Time to let me in, baby,” Lazaro whispered in her ear. She clenched, in spite of the pleasing tickle of his fingertip against her sensitive flesh.
Maddox took the opportunity to kiss her then and she lost herself in the feel of him. Strong lips pulled at hers, his wet tongue teasing deeply while Lazaro’s fingers delved deeper in a place they’d never been before.
The sensation was mind blowing and her eyes flew open when he slipped another finger in.
“Oh!” she yelped, pulling away from the kiss.
Maddox’s smirk greeted her.
“Feels good doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she groaned. “Come here, I need you.”
His eyelids lowered and he shifted forward, letting her wrap her arms around him.
“Fuck me, please?” She never asked for it, but she was that desperate to feel him inside her now.
“Soon,” he said. “Patience.” Instead he went back to his tortuously slow caresses, teasing her nipples with languid laps of his tongue, rubbing her clit in gentle little circles. His hot erection rested tantalizingly on her thigh, occasionally brushing against the juncture of her groin.
Lazaro’s fingers fucked her slowly, easing in and out of her ass in excruciating increments, his hot breath tickling her ear. “Does it feel good, mi amor?” he murmured. All she could do was nod and whimper. “Are you ready for me to fuck you yet?” he asked.
“Oh god yes.”
Maddox pulled away and she opened her eyes, watching him reach to the bedside table and grab a condom. A second later the scent of latex hit her nose and she heard the same crinkling sound from behind her.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, a little disturbed by Maddox’s intent gaze.
“I want to see your face when it happens. See how much you love it.”
His fingertips slipped between her legs again, sinking in deep, his thumb teasing her clit. The sensation made her forget entirely what was worrying her. Then Lazaro’s arm wrapped around her and Maddox’s hand gripped her knee again, raising up her leg.
“Open your eyes,” Maddox said
. She didn’t want to. Lazaro’s cock pressed and she wasn’t sure she could take it.
“Open your eyes,” he said again. She did. The expression she was greeted with was gentle and understanding, but did nothing to alleviate her anxiety. His fingertips teased harder at her clit and her eyelids fluttered.
“That’s what you like, isn’t it?” She nodded, meeting his gaze. He teased her clit more. She gasped when Lazaro’s cock went deeper.
“Let him in, sweetness. Don’t resist.”
“Oh god, it’s too much.”
“Let go,” he said and kissed her again. She moaned against his lips when Lazaro’s cock sunk in all the way.
“That’s it, sweetness. My turn.”
He lifted her thigh higher and reality became fuzzy when his cock sank into her, the idea of fullness losing all meaning because she’d surpassed logic with the two of them inside her. She wanted to climb the walls as close as she was to orgasm simply from their contact, but she couldn’t move.
Then they started moving, slowly at first. Lazaro cautious and attentive. Maddox not so much, but his eyes wide open and locked on hers while he fucked her.
She let out an incoherent moan, her intended words getting caught in the jumble of sensations, scrambling her mind into mush.
Maddox grinned and cast his eyes past her at Lazaro. Lazaro’s cock surged deeper into her and she gripped the iron bars of the headboard tighter, afraid she’d crumble to bits if she let go. Lazaro’s hand slipped over her shoulder and kept going, his fingertips grazing Maddox’s jaw before two slipped between his lips. Maddox sucked them in eagerly, his eyes anchored to a spot just behind her shoulder for a moment before turning them back on her.
His eyes tied her to reality, kept her grounded, so she stared at him the entire time, watching Lazaro’s fingers assault his mouth until Maddox had to bite to keep them still. Lazaro’s cock began its telltale spasm and his hand dropped back to her breast, squeezing. Maddox grunted and she could tell he felt it. His thrusts became deeper and more violent before his face went blank and the sweet pulsing began between her thighs, a discordant rhythm driving her to the brink.
