Sex, Lies, and Joysticks

by Lynn Chantale

  Oh, she still enjoyed having her time alone with Matteo, but when both her men were around, it elevated the energy to an entirely different level. Like now. Tonight was a culmination of several talks, a few arguments, and too many fantasies to count.

  A sigh eased past her lips as silk whispered along the swell of her breasts. She closed her eyes, savoring the velvetiness sliding over her skin. Back and forth. Up and down. Over and over.

  Matteo’s warm, moist lips added to the softness roving over her flesh. Her bodice loosened, and Matteo pulled the garment down. Cool air skittered across her nipples, hardening them to painful peaks. She stifled a gasp as silk flicked the tip, and she arched forward.

  Heat pooled between her thighs, her arousal perfuming the air as she shifted to lie on her back. Now Lincoln’s lips, cool and firm, covered hers in a slow, intoxicating kiss. She barely registered the bed dipping beside her as he dragged the rest of her dress from her body.

  Fire danced through her veins, igniting a passion she’d seldom experienced but wanted to as often as possible.

  “Roll over, sweetheart,” Lincoln said. She did as he bade. A short while later his large, calloused hands scraped along her skin. She glanced over her shoulder. Her husband was on his knees behind her.

  Randa allowed her head to fall forward as Lincoln kneaded the back of her neck. He dragged his thumbs down her spine and circled each vertebra as he went until he reached her butt and worked his way back up.

  She opened her eyes at the featherlight caress on her derrière and stared into Matteo’s dark ones.

  “Enjoying yourself?” Matteo said.

  “I’m enjoying both of you.”

  “And we will enjoy you.” Lincoln nuzzled her ear. “On your knees, love.”

  Randa shifted to her knees as Matteo smoothed her hair from her face. She came eye to eye with his erection. A small pearlescent dot glistened on the tip of his dick. She stuck out her tongue and flicked the drop, enjoying the faint guttural moan he released.

  “Suck him off,” Lincoln whispered, never stopping the slow massage of her buttocks.

  She complied, opening her mouth to accommodate Matteo’s girth. No matter how many times she gave him a blowjob, she was always amazed at his size. She made a little noise in the back of her throat as she took him deeper.

  Lincoln pried her butt cheeks apart, and something cool hit her anus. She stiffened.

  Matteo caressed her face. “It’s just lube. Relax. We’re taking this slow.”

  Randa nodded. His assurance and Lincoln’s continued massage eased the tension from her body. In slow increments pressure built in her ass as she was stretched, as something round was placed at the entrance, and then the sensation subsided.

  She sucked in a breath, and another bead entered her. She allowed Matteo’s cock to slip from her mouth. A slow smile lifted her lips. Anal beads. She loved anal beads. As if sensing her thoughts, Matteo traced the curve of her mouth.

  “These are a little different,” he said and stepped away to ready the sex swing.

  She stared after him. What could be different about these anal beads? Before she could complete her thought, she had her answer. Buzzing vibrated through her body.

  “Oh.”

  Lincoln chuckled and rolled from the bed. “Does that feel okay?”

  “Blissful.”

  He smacked her on the ass, and she yelped. She bounced a bit as Lincoln stood. Were they going to leave her here, just to watch her writhe in a state of unfilled passion? A whimper left her lips as a familiar yet unfamiliar heat built low in her belly.

  She wanted to touch her pussy so bad and find a measure of relief. With a sigh, she lowered to the bed, turning her head to the side and allowing her sensitive nipples to brush the scratchy blanket. She reached beneath herself with one hand and stroked the outer lips of her vagina already slick with moisture.

  She slipped her fingers between the damp folds with little resistance and plunged into the depths of her channel. She squeezed her muscles, relishing the way her pussy clenched her fingers. Thrusting her hips, she moved her digits in and out, in time to each stroke.

  Randa allowed her eyes to close, drifting on the liquid current of ecstasy washing through every cell of her body. She embraced the ebb and flow of the beads vibrating in her ass and her fingers moving back and forth.

  The bed dipped beside her. She cracked one lid to view a well-muscled, golden hairy thigh. Matteo trailed a hand over the curve of her spine to squeeze her butt. She gasped as he dragged his fingernails up and over the swell of her derriere.

  Silvery tingles flowed through her veins like electricity. She never wanted this to end, but she was so close.

  “Don’t you dare come.” Matteo’s fierce command sounded in her ear.

  She stared at him, confusion warring with the faint need to orgasm. Then she glanced at Lincoln for help.

  “You heard what he said.” A smirk teased the corners of his mouth.

  “So not fair,” she muttered and moved her fingers more slowly, allowing her desire to wane.

  Matteo shifted and placed a warm palm on the small of her back as he caressed her ass. Before she could comprehend his actions, he pulled on the beads. She cried out; shudders of deliciousness made her body tremble as each bead was freed.

  She moved her hand from beneath and grabbed a fistful of sheet. He pushed the toy back in with exquisite slowness, and she released a long moan of pleasure.

  “More.”

  “Use the other one,” Lincoln said.

  Other one? What else did they have in their kinky bag of tricks?

  With a chuckle, Matteo pulled out the toys.

  Shivers accompanied the removal of the anal toy, and for a second, she was bereft of beads and longed for something else, possibly one of her men, to fill the emptiness. Matteo worked two fingers into her opening, and she sighed.

  She arched her back, moving against his hand, grateful for this small reprieve, but she was still horny. She let out a squeak when he removed his fingers. She didn’t have to wait long before something else breeched her rear.

  This toy was larger, thicker, and more rigid than the first. Yet it was just as satisfying. And… “Oh.” Her breath melted into a moan. This one vibrated too.

  “Get in the swing.”

  Randa knelt on the bed, shoving her hair from her face as Matteo disappeared into the bathroom. The man had such a glorious backside. Hard enough to bite, yet soft enough to sink her nails into. She crawled to the edge, settled her feet on the floor, and stood on wobbly legs.

  Lincoln was by her side in an instant, gripping her elbow. He swept his lips over her temple.

  “You’ve got me so turned on right now. I don’t know if I can wait any longer to take you, to feel you wrapped around my dick and have you come all over me.”

  Liquid desire trickled between her legs and slicked her thighs. She glanced down. The obvious tent in his pants was evidence he was telling the truth, as was the smoldering heat in his eyes.

  She rose on tiptoe, pressing her breasts to the hard wall of his chest, savoring the way the cotton tickled her nipples. She tossed her arms around his neck and fused her mouth to his.

  He placed his hands on her hips, drawing her closer and walking her backward. They stopped when the backs of her knees touched something soft. He curved an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet.

  The butt plug shifted, and she moaned into Lincoln’s mouth. He deepened the kiss as he settled her in the swing. She wasn’t surprised when Matteo’s strong hands covered hers and placed them on the nylon straps on either side of her.

  Never breaking the kiss, Lincoln stepped to one side and grasped her knees. The breath stilled in her throat at the warm rasp of Matteo’s tongue scraping across her pussy. She broke the kiss, staring into Lincoln’s eyes only to see hot possessiveness reflected there.

  He trailed his fingers down her thigh and then to her ankle before placing her foot in the padded sti
rrup as she rested the other on Matteo’s shoulder. Randa gripped a fistful of Matteo’s dark hair as he plunged his tongue deep and withdrew to tease her swollen clit. She allowed her head to fall back and reveled in the silvery tingles racing over and through her body.

  “Oh, baby. I can’t wait. I need that mouth of yours.” Lincoln quickly shed his clothes and maneuvered her until the head of his cock met her lips.

  Randa sank into the backrest, relishing in the weightlessness of the swing. She swirled her tongue along the broad mushroom head before sucking him deep. He leaned forward just enough to place his hands on her breasts.

  He squeezed and rolled her sensitive tits between his palms. How could anything be more perfect, more electrifying than satisfying and being satisfied by the two men she loved?

  She concentrated on sucking Lincoln deep in her mouth, but the quick flicks and nips Matteo delivered to her most sensitive flesh kept her poised on the cusp of oblivion. Each time she thought he would send her over the edge, he’d pull back. She twisted and turned in the swing, desperate to keep his mouth and tongue where she needed them the most.

  When he sat back on his haunches, she let out a frustrated scream around the cock in her mouth. Both men chuckled. She allowed Lincoln’s cock to slip from her mouth.

  “That is so not funny.” Randa glared at each man in turn.

  “But it is.” Lincoln trailed his fingers down her cheek, tweaked one pert nipple, then swiveled her until her back rested on his front.

  Matteo was still in a crouch, his face devoid of all emotion, except his eyes. They were brilliant with blatant desire and lust for her. She glanced over her shoulder. Lincoln’s face was more expressive; his passion etched deep lines in his face, a stark contrast to Matteo’s. In that instant she’d never felt more powerful or attractive than she did right then.

  LINCOLN SMILED. A fine sheen of sweat coated his wife’s voluptuous chocolate body. She quivered at the slightest caress, but he wanted to sink into her sweet pussy before he delved into her ass.

  He grasped her hips. The head of his cock slipped between her dewy nether lips. God, she scalded him with her heat. She moved against him, threatening to snap what little control he had left.

  He smacked her on the ass. “Be still.”

  “But I want you,” she said with a whine.

  He flexed his hips and slid deep. Her sigh and satisfied mewl of pleasure touched a chord deep inside. Her pleasure was his pleasure, and how he loved whipping her into a frenzy.

  “Can you at least take the vibrator out of my butt?”

  “I’ll turn it off,” he bargained. He angled away enough to stop the device but did not remove it from her bottom. Randa’s sigh was audible. “But it doesn’t come out until I get ready to take you there.”

  She quivered, gripping the straps on either side of her so tightly her knuckles paled.

  “I really need to come, Linc. Please.”

  He kept his pace slow as he stroked. Just exquisite. He almost hated to pull out, but there was one place on her body he’d never claimed—that no one had ever claimed. He would be the first. Hopefully Randa was relaxed enough, but even at that he could still hurt her.

  Lincoln left her body, placing small kisses on her shoulders and spine. He gripped the butt plug by the base. The toy resisted as he pulled. His cock jerked in anticipation. She would strangle his dick.

  He drew a steadying breath, his hand trembling as the toy finally pulled free. He tossed it aside. Only then did Matteo move to his knees, steadying Randa in the swing. Matteo offered soft words Lincoln couldn’t quite make out.

  He glanced around for the lube. Regardless of how prepared he believed Randa to be, he wanted this to be a good time. Not something she’d never try again because the pain was too much or he was impatient.

  As if reading Lincoln’s thoughts, Matteo tapped his thigh with the lube. Lincoln grasped the bottle from Matteo’s fingers. He popped the cap and slathered more than a generous amount on his erection as well as her nicely stretched anus. He guided the head of his cock to the opening, held his breath, and slowly slid past the tight outer ring with hardly any resistance.

  He pushed a little harder, and her small squeak made him stop. Had he gone too fast and hurt her?

  “Randa?”

  “I’m okay, but could you move faster?”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She wiggled her bottom against him, and he slipped in a little farther.

  Matteo grinned. “She’s such an impatient thing.”

  She reached down and closed her fingers over Matteo’s very impressive erection. Lincoln would be jealous if he didn’t have his own. Now if he could just get Randa to be still. Each time she moved, she dragged him deeper into her tightness.

  Anal was like nothing he’d ever experienced. A deliberate handjob all with the sweet heat of her body. With a final thrust, he was buried balls-deep. He wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her in place, resting his forehead on her shoulder.

  He hadn’t realized how close he was to his own orgasm until he was snug within her depths. “Baby, I really need you to not move right now. I want to enjoy this.”

  “You feel so good. It’s hard not to.”

  “I promise we’ll make this good for you.” Lincoln swept her hair from the back of her neck and placed a kiss there. Once the overwhelming need to come abated, he withdrew. Her displeasure was audible, and he had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

  Joy sang through his veins, and he thrust in, welcoming the constriction around his cock. She met him stroke for stroke, her whimpers escalating to wails. Sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped down his face. He swiped the moisture away with the back of his hand and caught a glimpse of Matteo.

  The other man was focused on Randa with such intent, such purpose that Lincoln faltered. He slowed his pace, planted a hand on her belly, and drew her close. Something else in Matteo’s expression bothered him. He pushed it aside as he nuzzled Randa’s ear.

  “I promised you both of us tonight, and I aim to keep my promise.”

  Only then did Matteo move, and for the first time, Lincoln noticed Matteo wasn’t wearing a condom.

  When had they progressed to this?

  Matteo thrust into her, and only thoughts of pleasure filled Lincoln’s mind.

  Slowly, they built a rhythm, moving in tandem and then alone. No matter how they moved, Randa gave as good as she got, and when her body tensed and shuddered between them, Lincoln wanted to capture the moment and guard it close to his heart forever. Her head fell back to his shoulder as she released a high shriek. Every nerve in his body responded to the near viselike grip of her anal muscles clamping down on his dick and milking him for all he was worth.

  His body jerked with each spasm of her body, and Lincoln allowed his hoarse cry to mingle with hers. Matteo closely followed.

  Lincoln eased from her before staggering back and falling in a nearby chair, leaving Matteo to collect Randa. The other man untangled her limbs and carried her to the bed.

  It wasn’t until the two were settled on the mattress that Lincoln realized what bothered him about the other man’s expression.

  Love. Matteo was in love with his wife.

  Chapter Three

  Randa stretched languidly and rolled over with a satisfied grin on her lips. Her body still hummed from her night of pleasure, though a little sore in all the right places. She glanced around. Alone in the big bed, she hugged a pillow on either side of her, sniffing each in turn. One held a deep woodsy scent like a forest after the rain, while the other was brighter like fresh-cut pine.

  She was a little saddened that Matteo had to leave so early, but he’d more than made up for it in the shower before he left. She flopped to her back, the sheet tangling between her legs, just covering her breasts.

  “You’re awake.”

  Randa turned toward the voice, her lips curving upward. Framed in the doorway was her husband holding a wicker tray. A
silver dome covered whatever was there. Her smile widened when her gaze fell on the single pink rosebud in the small crystal vase.

  “I am.”

  Lincoln entered the room and crossed to the bed. He set the tray on the mattress beside her. “I brought you breakfast.”

  She sat up, the sheet pooling at her waist. Heat leaped into his irises, and she relished knowing she could still affect him so.

  “And what did I do to deserve this?” She swept a hand to the tray.

  He leaned over and kissed her. “A night of bliss.”

  She preened. He was pleased with last night. “I’m so glad. I really enjoyed it and hope we can do it again.”

  “Ah, my lovely. The pleasure is definitely worth a repeat.” He removed the lid with a flourish. “All your favorites. Oatmeal, fruit, and whole wheat toast.”

  She raised a brow. “What? No bacon?”

  With a chuckle, he lifted a napkin to reveal three slices of crisp thick-cut bacon.

  She laughed. All was so right with her world she couldn’t imagine anything being more perfect. Well, if Matteo were still here, but even without him, things were good.

  “Thank you so much for last night. It was such an incredible treat.” She spooned brown sugar into her oatmeal and stirred it.

  “You’re very welcome.” Lincoln scooted to the edge of the bed.

  Randa was halfway through her breakfast before she realized Lincoln hadn’t said another word. She looked at him. His shoulders and back were rigid, and his hands, though resting on his thighs, were balled into fists. She set the tray aside and touched his shoulder. He flinched.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “When did you and Matteo decide not to use protection?”

  Careful not to upend her breakfast, Randa dragged the sheet around her body and sat next to him. She covered his hand with hers. It trembled, but she didn’t let go.

  “We talked about this, Linc, remember?” She searched his profile for any hint of the conversation they’d had a few weeks ago and detected a slight flash of recognition when he opened and closed his mouth.