A Man of Many Talons

by Vivienne Savage

  I winced. Julia and Lyle had the cutest little hound-coyote triplets in all the world. “How’d that work out for her?” I wondered who had confronted her. Over a decade ago when Lyle and I attended Quickdraw High School, he’d been a varsity basketball player and a stoner who worked his way through the cheer team. Thankfully, we’d traveled in different social circles.

  Julia tucked a pin-straight lock of black hair behind her ear, exposing a blue feather earring. “I told her she should have more concern about her crumbling meth teeth than my husband’s much-improved sex life.”

  A few of us chortled. Julia didn’t pull any punches.

  I took a creamy cupcake designed to look like a penis spurting custard jizz and bit into it. My friends were so damned talented.

  Once we’d all had another round of snacks and refilled our punch, Isisa moved to the front of the group to her display. “I’ll take it that everyone is okay with viewing some products now.”

  Ceres raised her glass in a toasting gesture. “My body is ready.”

  Her wife rolled her eyes. “It’s always ready.”

  After the giggles from that quieted, Isisa resumed. “I know we all love our men and what they can do for us, but they travel often and sometimes a girl has needs she wants to handle on her own. So this beauty is a clitoral massager. Instead of applying suction that can sometimes be painful or tug on delicate tissue, it emits sonic pulses. Not gonna lie. I love this thing.”

  “So much she has three of them in different colors,” Sasha said in a stage whisper, barely lowering her voice. Isisa shot her a dirty look.

  “You love yours, too. This is the newest model, it’s a single piece of waterproof silicone and completely rechargeable. The best part about L’amour’s toys is that every item may be plugged into the wall. The dark age of batteries and stealing a pair of AAs from the TV remote are over.”

  “Um. Can you use it during sex?” Dani asked. “Now that Russ is retired, he’s almost always home if he isn’t teaching a self-defense class at the gym. I just want toys to use with him.”

  “Of course. That’s part of the fun. They’re good solo or with a partner, and excellent if you’re not in the mood for penetration.”

  “An orgasm is amazing for cramps during that time of the month,” Sasha chipped in. “I recommend taking it into the shower.”

  Isisa grinned and held up a small bottle of clear liquid. “And this is one a few of you might enjoy. It’s a stimulating serum, meant to heighten sensation, for you and your significant other.”

  “Oooh, I like this one,” Nandi blurted, immediately ducking her head in embarrassment. Isisa grinned and kissed her cheek.

  “Yes, you do.”

  One by one, she showed us each of the items in their different categories. First, she showed us the standard dildos before moving on to the rabbits—vibrators with little ears to stimulate the clit. After we looked at a variety of those, she picked up a purple ring. It looked softer and smoother than velvet.

  “These are incredibly fun. We have one at home.”

  Julia cocked a brow. “What is it?”

  “A vibrating cock ring. It’s also constructed of a single piece of silicone and produces a pleasant vibration at nine different patterns and three different speeds. It’s designed to press snugly against the clit during intercourse.”

  “Oooh,” Dani said, leaning forward. A few of the other ladies did the same, opening their booklets to find the device. “It looks like a piece of art almost.”

  “Doesn’t it? Nobody would know its purpose unless you told them. Or they had one.” Isisa ran her finger over the outside of the silicone piece and activated it. “This could be used during sex together, or saved for solo play if he’s frisky but you have a headache. Esteban didn’t believe me until I put it on him. It’s like a vibrator for men if you leave it around the frenulum.”

  “The what?” Jada asked.

  “Right beneath the head of his dick,” Julia offered.

  “Umm... What about that one?” I asked, finally courageous enough to point to a teal vibrator with a subtle curve. It was huge, and the only one that remotely resembled Ian in size.

  “Ah. This is a favorite. It’s curved to reach the g-spot, but there are ridges along the base that also vibrate to stimulate the clit during use.”

  “Forget about that,” Jada said. “I want to know more about the ring. Do they come in different sizes, because I’m not sure that’s gonna fit on Taylor.”

  Sasha glanced at it. “It will. Trust me.” Then her cheeks flushed deep pink. “That came out wrong. I meant, it stretches and we can fit it on Esteban, err, not that—I mean—”

  Jada laughed. “I know what you meant. It’s fine.”

  Years ago, Sasha and her two lioness mates had dated Taylor. But the relationship didn’t work out, coming to an amicable end that left them all hurting but able to continue their friendship. When I met them, the wound was still raw, and I couldn’t have been happier last year when the ladies showed up with Esteban. They deserved a man of their own.

  To demonstrate the flexibility of the device, Isisa slid it over the novelty dildo. “I promise you, if this cock ring can fit on the Atlas, it can fit on any of your husbands.”

  “I’m not sure,” Dani said, squinting at it. “Atlas isn’t alive to say ‘ouch’ because that thing is pinching him. Russ could kind of give that thing a run for its money. I’m talking thick.”

  “So could Ian,” I replied, just as my gaze rose toward the open arch where my red-faced husband stood. Shit.

  Ian

  Bewildered, I lurked in the living room entrance and wondered what the fuck I had walked in on.

  Leigh’s horrified stare must have tipped off the other ladies. Heads swiveled around and silence fell over the room, then finally Sasha spoke up. “Oh goodie, now we have a test subject! Ian, go put this on and tell us if it fits.”

  I held a white pastry box with an enormous cheesecake for my wife. After fussing about her thighs during a stroll through town the other day, she’d gazed longingly through the bakery’s glass but refused to buy it. So I’d purchased it for her tonight to show my appreciation and love, only to arrive and find a ton of cars in the driveway.

  And some kind of weird penis-worshipping party. Resembling some pagan high priestess in a white dress that contrasted her ebony skin, Isisa stood in front of the female gang and slid something onto the largest pink dildo I’d ever seen.

  The women smelled like hard liquor and cocktail drinks. Sweeping my gaze over phallic cookies and cupcakes that looked like cockheads dribbling cream, I cleared my throat, refusing to be the lame old man who disrupted their fun. “Do I get to keep it if it does and I satisfy you ladies’ curiosity?”

  “If these tightwads part with their hard-earned cash and meet Leigh’s party goals, I’ll let that be her free gift.” Isisa winked and offered out the silicone ring.

  “Deal.” The things I did for my woman.

  I took the fancy cock ring with me, making a detour into the kitchen to set Leigh’s cheesecake in the fridge before heading upstairs. It’d been a quiet day in the county, and I’d spent the shift at the courthouse by the metal detector. For once, I wasn’t sweat-soaked and smelling like a day of handling criminals.

  But I still wanted a shower, one I’d delay until I tested out Isisa’s unusual toy.

  Once I secured my service pistol in the gunsafe, I shed the uniform and inspected the ring. It looked ordinary, thicker than any cock ring I’d ever tried on in my youth for kicks, and a little pliable in my hands. It had some stretch to it after all.

  I glanced down at my sleeping cock. “Guess this would be better if I was primed to wear it.”

  Aware that a roomful of ladies waited for my report, I crossed to the bureau where I kept Leigh’s photos. A few strokes put me in the mood, and thankfully the ring glided into place without a need for lube. I didn’t know where Leigh kept it. I eased it down snug until it pressed against my pubi
c bone and my balls.

  Before I could open the door and call down my review, Leigh stepped inside and shut it again behind her. Giggles echoed up the stairs.

  “Hey, sheriff.” She nibbled her lower lip. Her cheeks flushed that sexy shade of pink I’d been admiring since our first meeting so many years ago. “How’s it working for you?”

  “It’s a little tight, but that’s kind of the point, right? I’ll survive.” I followed her gaze down then glanced back up at her again, flashing a crooked grin. “I didn’t realize you ladies were doing that kind of party, or I would have hung out with Russ.” No wonder I’d been invited to join Russ and Taylor for beers, though I could have kicked their asses for not telling me why. I felt ridiculous, but ignored that in favor of giving my dick a long stroke in front of her.

  Goddammit, now I was horny and couldn’t think of anything but being balls deep inside her and putting Isisa’s little device to the test.

  “I, uh, thought you were working late, so I offered the house.” She smiled and took another step. “I’m supposed to make sure you actually tried it on. And I see you, uh, did.”

  “Well, of course. I said I would.”

  “Have you turned it on?”

  “Not quite sure how to turn it on,” I admitted.

  “That’s because you don’t have the remote.” She pulled her hands out from behind her back and pressed down on the matching controller. The ring buzzed to life, a quiet hum surrounding my shaft. Startled, I leapt back a step, hard-on bobbing from the motion.

  Defying my expectations, my cock hardened even more, a low ache beginning in my balls that made me groan and wrap one hand around it. I squeezed my shaft and pumped it again, an involuntary moan leaving my throat.

  Fuck, I hadn’t expected it to be pleasant.

  “It has a few more intensity levels.” Leigh pressed the button a second time and moved closer, reaching out to trail her fingers across the stiffened flesh. “This bit here...” She touched the textured portion of the ring’s flat side, “is supposed to be for me, I think. Or so Isisa explained.”

  “Whoa.” My breath trembled, and any thoughts of looking ridiculous flew out the window the moment she touched me.

  “Nice?”

  Wary of saying the wrong thing, I focused on her face and gathered my wits. “I didn’t know you were interested in toys.”

  “I’m not. I mean, I hadn’t thought about one for us to use together. I just wanted a replacement for the Purple Monster.”

  I grinned. We’d been married a couple months before I stumbled upon the Purple Monster in Leigh’s nightstand. “Yeah?”

  “Plus, it’s Isisa’s first party and I wanted to support her,” she babbled.

  I loved her blushes and her shyness, always amused that after all our years together, it hadn’t faded yet. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing that most of your lady friends are big spenders. Try not to break the bank account too much.” Cupping my balls with one hand, I continued stroking with the other, pumping my dick up and down as pleasurable sensations traveled through the entire shaft.

  “I wasn’t going to spend your money on my, uh, my things.”

  “Mine’s fine.” I leaned in to kiss her, unhurried and without rush, coaxing her lips to part and nudging forward until my throbbing length aligned with her body. Damn. I’d never felt so hard in all my life. She nibbled my lower lip, then flicked her tongue into my mouth, tasting like sweet buttercream icing. “Mm. You better go down there and see to your guests before you’re busy for the rest of the night. We’ll finish this later.” Four words had never been more difficult to say.

  I was a damned liar. I’d finish stroking off soon as she left. Ever since she’d shown me those photographs of her boudoir shot three days ago, I couldn’t get them out of my mind. All I needed was for her to dress up again and pose for me in person.

  Leigh had no idea how much I wanted those lace stockings wrapped around my waist.

  “The idea is that they spend money, so I don’t have to. Besides, I think they can do without me for a bit. In fact...” Her grin widened. “Maybe they’ll buy more stuff if they know it’s gonna work. Which means personal testimonial.” She nudged me toward the bed with her body.

  “Well then, you won’t hear any arguments from me.”

  Leigh

  Guiding Ian back to the bed placed him on his back, big cock jutting up tall with the purple ring resting snug against its base. When I walked my fingers down the length, he groaned his appreciation.

  My husband was gorgeous from head to toe, every inch of him chiseled and defined from his flexing biceps to his rigid abdomen. He pumped faster while watching me, throbbing inches flushed pink and so sinewy in his hand. Ian wanted me so bad he was already leaking, a generous drop of clear precum glistening at the tip of his crown.

  While he jacked his own dick, I shimmied out of my panties and leggings, too anxious to bother with removing the top. The moment I straddled him, I rolled my hips to saw him back and forth against my waxed slit.

  “Christ, you’re already so wet.” He rubbed my clit with his thumb.

  “I could say the same for you,” I teased. A ragged breath escaped me on his next stroke. God, the man knew how to touch me, had it down to a fine science. “I’ve been thinking about this.” Ever since he’d disappeared upstairs, all I could think about was how much I wanted to try it. Maybe there was something to Isisa’s toy fetish after all. The buzz created sensation all the way down his shaft, though it was muted, dulled a little by the thickness of him.

  It hadn’t turned Ian into a living vibrator, but it was close enough. He teased me at first, gliding the head between my folds, and then I gave us both what we needed. I sank down and took almost every inch he had to give, delighted by the pleasant stretch he delivered every single time.

  I hadn’t been joking when I teased about Ian being deliciously thick, but I was so wet he slid home on the next thrust and hilted the rest inside me.

  Then the toy’s vibrating panel pressed snug against my clit. Intense sensation took me by surprise. “Oh, damn!”

  Ian’s back arched. “Fuck, yes, baby. Ride me.”

  Our sex life had always been great, but in recent months, it had been reduced to planning, taking my daily temperature, and consulting the calendar—all in the efforts to get pregnant for the past year. During my estimated fertility window, we made love almost every day.

  For some couples, that was normal, but I’d never been the sort to crave sex every single day. Neither had my husband. A couple times a week had kept our marriage happy.

  His rough, strong hands smoothed up and down my hips, holding me tight and urging me to move faster. A moment passed, then he pulled on the edge of my shirt. “Why are you still wearing this? Get it off.”

  I fumbled with the shirt, but he sat up to help me, those glorious bronzed abs of his flexing, rippling beautifully when he did.

  Have I ever said how much I loved this man’s body?

  As he worshipped my breasts with his mouth, my hips rose and came down again, lingering a few blissful seconds that introduced me to ecstasy. Gasping, I laced my fingers through his hair and rode out my orgasm until the last trembling second, when he thrust deep and filled me with his seed. I cried out and rocked with him as the vibrating device triggered a second climax and reduced me to practically babbling in tongues.

  Holy. Shit.

  If Isisa didn’t already plan to give it to us, I would have paid whatever price she wanted.

  Afterward, I sprawled across his chest for a while, stroking the dark curls on his chest.

  Ian smoothed my damp bangs from my brow. “Gonna get in the shower. Join me?” The man could take three or four a day. I figured it had to be his avian nature, because I’d never seen a bird turn down the chance to bathe.

  “Not this time. You go ahead of me.”

  He cocked a brow. “Okay.”

  When Ian emerged a few minutes later, I was flat on my back in th
e middle of the bed in my own rendition of a yoga pose called The Plow, legs raised up and hips lifted from the bed until my feet were over my head toward the headboard. I held my ass up with both hands beneath it and prayed.

  “Seriously?” Ian asked.

  “I need to keep your little guys where they belong.”

  He shook his head and dressed in his lounge-around-the-house clothes, donning boxers, a tee, and pajama bottoms. The t-shirt stretched over his chest and the sleeves hugged his biceps. I sighed. How was it seven years had passed and I still wasn’t over his perfect body? I was developing an obsession here, but there were worse things to have an addiction for than my husband’s physique—ask me how I knew.

  Before he could tease me much for my sperm-retaining pose, I rushed a shower and hurried into my leggings again. Ian was already gone, but I found him downstairs chatting with the ladies and holding a can of hard cider in one hand.

  “You better buy shit so I don’t have to pay for that thing, ’cause Isisa isn’t getting it back.” Despite his age, when he grinned, he looked like a bashful boy, gold eyes twinkling with humor.

  The group broke out into laughter and Isisa passed him a paper plate with a few cookies, winking. “Don’t worry, between the time you were up there and a few cries we may or may not have heard, Leigh reached her six-hundred-dollar goal.”

  I blinked. “Really?”

  “You’re almost at twice that, actually,” Sasha said. She glanced at Ian and added a cockcake to his pile of desserts. “Go relax and put a dick in your mouth, Ian. We’ve got it from here.”

  Ian scowled at her and left. He took the sweets though.

  Juni perused the catalog for a while longer and sighed. “I guess I’ll buy the Orla if it really feels like oral.”

  “It does,” Nandi confirmed.

  “Aaaand?” Isisa encouraged. “What else?”

  Juni rolled her eyes. “Fine, and the sonic whatever it is that’s supposed to be amazing for no touch orgasms.”