by Marie James
“Close your eyes,” she purrs as she begins folding the navy fabric into a blindfold. “Just enjoy the sensations. It doesn’t matter who’s doing what so long as it feels good.”
“Darby,” he chastises but closes his eyes as she lifts the fabric.
His mouth finds her taut nipple when she reaches up to tie it behind his head.
“Do I need to tie your hands too?”
He shakes his head. Blinded by the fabric around his head, he finally looks in my direction.
“Don’t stick… you know,” he clears his throat. “Don’t do that to me.”
I can’t help but laugh. Fucking Snatch in the ass hadn’t even crossed my mind. Well, not today anyways.
“I won’t,” I vow.
“Where are you going?” Snatch asks as Darby crawls off of the bed.
She grins up at me, standing by my side. Her hand finds my cock, and I want to ask her what her plans are. Snatch and I have perfected the choreography of fucking women with simple hand gestures, code words, and familiar looks. With Darby, I’m in total darkness on how to do this.
“Mr. Impatient,” she chides. “Hold your horses. We have to pregame.”
Her idea of pregaming is dropping her knees to the carpet and taking me in her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan as I strike at the back of her throat. “Jesus, your mouth.”
Snatch groans, and I see his head look down, directly at the back of Darby’s.
“Can you see?” I ask, and his head snaps up in the direction of my voice.
“No,” he answers. “But the slurping is so fucking loud there’s no way not to know where it’s coming from.”
I don’t know how well this is going to work. He’s a Marine, trained to catch on to sounds, shifts in air pressure, even the slightest movement can be tracked. I realize then, the blindfold is only to make him more comfortable, a way to block out a little bit of the world to give him the courage to do something he’s dying to let happen but can’t do so with his eyes wide open.
I regret the absence of Darby’s mouth the second she pulls off of me.
Snatch chuckles on the bed. “Sucks when she stops right?”
She stands, taking my hand and pulling me beside my best friend. Our joined hands find Snatch’s thick cock, circling it together. Her other hand finds the back of my head, and she guides my mouth to the tip. Unlike last night, when urgency was the only thing driving my courage, I take a slow swipe at the tip.
“Mmm,” Darby moans as if she’s tasting him herself.
Her hands cup his nuts while I work him with my mouth. His hands clench the sheets at his hips, either from the overwhelming sensation or as a way to keep from reaching out. He loves to guide a woman down his cock, angling her head exactly how he wants it. He’s never been afraid to take his pleasure, but he’s hesitant today. He has to know I’m the one wrapped around him. Every mouth is different, and after having Darby sucking him only moments earlier, he has to be able to distinguish the change.
“My turn,” Darby whispers in my ear, tilting her head indicating his top half.
I shake my head violently. Nothing will end this little party quicker than taking this farther than something he’s already done. The blowjob is as far as I should take things, no matter how bad I want my mouth on every inch of his body.
Her eyes narrow, and she mouths ‘go’ before wrapping her lips around his cock.
Against better judgment, I make my way up his body, nipping licking, sucking, tracing every dark line of his tattoo. I’m rougher than I would be with a woman, my teeth leaving behind indentions in his painted skin. There’s nothing I can do about the scratch of my beard as it drags behind my mouth, but he hasn’t once flinched away. If anything he’s arching his back, lifting it to my mouth.
He hisses, pained and full of need when my teeth toy with the barbell in his nipple. I bite down, part in desperation for him to know it’s me, but also to cause him some amount of pain. It’s retaliatory for the way he looked at me last night, the way he ran out without so much as a word. If he’s going to freak out and regret today as well, he’ll have to look at my marks on his skin in the mirror.
He doesn’t push me away; rather his trembling hand grips my muscled back. His first contact with my skin seers me to the bone. His whispered, “please” near my ear sets me on fire.
Testing his limits, I release his injured nipple and trail my tongue over the diamonds on his chest to the stars canvassing his neck. His strong hand releases my back going back to fist the sheets. It’s a small step back but not full blown rejection. I smile against his skin, moving over his neck closer to the pierced lips I’ve wanted on mine for months now. A breath away he turns his head, denying me the one thing I want most. I feel Darby lick up my back. I turn my head as she makes her way over my shoulder, capturing her mouth in mine. She eases his rejection slightly, and I try to remind myself that we have to take this one step at a time and I can’t get pissed at him for not just jumping my bones.
Yesterday morning he woke up straight as an arrow, today he’s exploring the fluidity of his sexuality. It’s more than I could’ve ever asked for.
I watch, dejected, when she moves her mouth from mine and straight to Snatch’s. He kisses her without reservation, licking into her mouth feverishly before they both pull away panting.
I move to run my hand down her back, but her hand finds mine instead, in it is a small bottle of lube. When she pulled it from the bedside table, where I know it always is, I have no clue, but I’m grateful for it.
Snatch tenses when the sound of the lid popping open echoes around the otherwise silent room.
“It’s for me,” she soothes him. “He’s going to get me ready.”
I lean in close to his ear but maintain my eye contact with Darby. “Then you’re going to fuck her ass and pretend it’s mine.”
She smiles, and I realize I got her intent correct.
“Fuck,” Snatch groans shifting his restless hips under Darby’s body.
Goddamn, I wish there was some way to trick him into taking me that way.
With lubed fingers, I tease the tight pucker of her ass, biting my lip when she whimpers with need and pushes herself back against my hand.
“Touch me,” she begs Snatch, and he responds immediately.
This is nothing new for us. His hand waits patiently for me to pour lube on it, and together we enter her. Our mouths both find her neck.
“No,” she objects. “This isn’t about me.”
She shifts so her mouth can reach Snatch’s neck and I do the same. His finger, sliding in and out of her tight ass beside mine, moves faster at our contact.
“You’ll have to turn around,” I urge Darby. “There’s no way I can keep my cock out of you for much longer.”
While Darby scrambles to put her back against Snatch’s chest, I take one more opportunity to wrap my lips around his cock. This time, enraptured in the moment, his hand fists my hair as his hips jolt, shoving further into my mouth. With punishing strokes, he doesn’t afford me the same relief he would if a woman was gagging around him. Almost vindictive, like he’s penalizing me for liking his cock in my mouth, he thrusts into my mouth, only pulling me off when Darby begs to be filled.
Lots of firsts going on today, I think as I grab a condom and roll it down the length of my best friend’s cock.
“You want his ass?” she teases as I line his cock against the tight ring of muscle. She slowly slides down him, fluid and in one long glide. “Take him.”
“Oh God,” he hisses, the sound of his pained pleasure making my nuts tighten.
I grab another rubber and sheath my cock, grunting when I slide into her tightness.
“Shit,” she nearly screams.
We both settle, allowing her to adjust to both of us. A light sheen of sweat blooms on my skin as my cock urges me to move.
“Fuck him,” she pants at Snatch, who obliges and begins to move his hips.
This has to be t
he weirdest, yet most erotic three-way of my life.
“Damn it,” Snatch mutters. “I won’t last.”
“Is he tight?” she pants.
“So fucking tight,” he answers with a sharp jab that presses his nuts against my own. God, I’m going to come soon.
“Fuck me,” I beg, unsure if I’m speaking to him or her. They both groan. “Fuck me hard!”
My fingers find her clit, bright red, filled with blood, and I stroke it until she’s got every bit of her weight against Snatch. Her head rolls on his shoulder, so I lean in closer, knowing he can feel my panting breaths over her shoulder. With more courage than I have a right to feel, I reach up and pull the blindfold from his eyes.
He blinks several times to allow his eyes to adjust, but then his gaze locks on mine.
“Fuck me,” I whisper again, staring into his bright blue irises.
A slow haze, one of euphoria glazes his eyes. My best friend comes, with one hand on my thigh and the other on Darby’s. I follow him only one pulse of his cock later.
Chapter 10
Snatch
“The fuck is your problem?” The man to my right knocks my boot off the bottom rung of my barstool.
I glare at Ace, running scenarios of how I can kick his meddling ass through my head.
“But seriously though,” Snake says, smart enough to keep his face back out of reach. “Something has been off since that Darby chick showed up.”
I ignore both of them as best I can, but they’re relentless.
“She’s a sweet fucking piece of ass,” Ace adds. “We got ahold of her the other night, and I’m almost willing to fight you for her.”
My head snaps up. “You and Itchy fucked her?”
My pulse pounds in my ears at the thought.
He shakes his head. “Me and Skid. Don’t be pissed.”
“I’m not mad,” I answer honestly. Why doesn’t the idea of Darby fucking everyone in the club not bother me, but the sheer hint that she and Itchy are hooking up in three-ways that don’t include me is enough to make me spit fire?
Snake chuckles when Ace gets an almost orgasmic, far away look in his eyes.
“Here we go again,” he mutters.
“What?” Ace asks snapping out of it.
“The fuck is going on?” I feel like the outsider of some fucked up joke.
Snake crosses his arms over his chest and stares at his best friend. The playful way they joke with each other is reminiscent of the way Itchy and I were before Darby came along. I bet Snake has never let his best friend suck his dick though.
I tilt my beer back, draining the last half of it down my throat.
“Ok,” Ace says leaning in conspiratorially. “She does this thing where she sticks her finger in your ass while she’s sucking your cock.”
Snake full on laughs when my eyes go wide at his confession. Ace shudders at his own memory.
“I came so fucking hard I nearly broke the fucking bed. Like, no shit, my jizz came out of her damn nose.” He sits back, proud as can be taking a long pull on his own beer.
“You like that sort of thing?” There’s no judgment in my tone, just curiosity.
“Fuck yeah,” he says after a long swallow.
“You’ve done this?” I ask looking over at Snake.
He shakes his head with a wide grin. “No, but the more he talks about it, the more I want to experience it. It just weirds me out a little.”
I nod in understanding.
Ace slaps him across the chest with the back of his hand. “I’m telling you, man. If that makes me gay or some shit.” Fuck here we go. “Stick a saddle on my back, pony boy, and ride me into the sunset. It was that fucking good.”
Not at all what I was expecting.
I know they’re talking about Darby and all of her amazing skills, and she’s very talented, but when I close my eyes for the briefest of seconds, it’s the bearded fucker I can’t get out of my head that flashed through my mind.
After the last time, with the blindfold on my eyes, I had to take a step back from both of them. I haven’t talked to him or given into any of her suggestive invitations. Yeah, I was a little freaked out by the whole thing, but what concerned me more is how much I liked it and how much I wanted to do it again. I was floored by the need I felt in my gut to return the favor, knowing full well he’d be okay with letting me do to him what he did to me and what I was doing to Darby.
Fuck me.
I squeeze my eyes closed, the thought of fucking my best friend making my cock strain against my tight jeans.
His begging has echoed in my ears for weeks. The door joining our rooms has remained unlocked, taunting me with the access I wish some days wasn’t even an option.
“You’re gonna take it for a spin, aren’t you?” Ace asks from the other side of the table.
I grin over at him. “I just might.”
“Think Gypsy or Snapper could pull off something like that?” Snake asks. Snapper is his favorite go-to girl because she’s down for just about anything. It honestly surprises me that she hasn’t pulled something like this. A finger in the ass may be something none of the guys had thought of before Darby bestowed that little gem on Ace, though.
“You may want to have the professional give it a go first,” Ace says, his tone marked with seriousness. “I don’t think I’d leave something like that up to Snapper.”
We all laugh, knowing Snapper could get over-zealous and hurt one of them.
“Where’s Itchy tonight?” Snake asks as he flags down the waitress for another round.
I shrug. “Couldn’t tell you.”
“Is that what your shitty mood is about?” Ace asks without pulling his eyes off of the nearly exposed ass of the waitress.
“Hey,” Snake says after an endless minute. “Don’t let some chick come between you and your brother. No woman is worth that, even if she has the mouth like a vacuum and a golden pussy.”
“It’s not,” I begin but shake my head, the temptation to explain the real reason I’m in a shit mood fading as quickly as it showed up. “I’m ready for a job. I need to get out of this damn town.”
They both nod in understanding, holding their beers up in a mock salute.
Maybe leaving town, getting some distance from the door that taunts me nightly, combined with being able to kill some seriously demented men would set my mind right.
I’m lost in my own thoughts when I feel Snake nudge my arm. I look at him to find his eyes focused across the bar. Looking over my shoulder, I see the woman that’s caught his eyes.
“Fuck, she’s perfect,” he all but pants.
I chuckle and turn my attention back to the guys at the table.
“Every girl you see is perfect,” I mutter, making eye contact with the waitress and holding my empty bottle up. She winks at me, and I know I’ll have a refill shortly.
“She looks disappointed,” Ace observes.
“All your damned fault,” Snake spits in my direction.
I shrug. I get that type of attention all the time. Most nights I’d be all over her, proving to her that my tattoos and piercing do in fact mean I’m a nasty mother fucker and will give them a night they’ll never forget, but my heart’s just not in it right now.
“We could have a four-way,” Ace offers as if the thought of fucking in a group would entice me more than a one-on-one session with some chick. I know her type. The kind that wants to take a walk on the wild side but knowing she’s safe since I’m wearing my cut and the club has a reputation for being decent guys.
“You can have a threesome,” I counter.
They both groan.
Snake sits back in his chair and takes a long pull on his beer, but Ace doesn’t know when to give up.
“She won’t fuck us if you’re not part of the package.” I look up at him, his attempt at a guilt trip having no effect on me.
“You really want to fuck a chick who’s only willing to fuck you because I’m there?”
He shrugs. “Pussy is pussy man.”
“There are girls at the clubhouse for that,” I say and thank the waitress when she drops off my fresh beer and grabs the empties from the table.
“New pussy is new pussy,” he corrects with a grin.
I look back over my shoulder, having no fucking clue why I’m even considering fucking some chick just so these assholes can get a fresh piece of ass.
She bites her bottom lip, going for seductive, but falling short in my book.
“No thanks,” I tell them. “Besides, she’s fucking tiny and couldn’t begin to handle the three of us. That requires someone sturdier than that hundred and fifteen-pound little pixie.”
Ace narrows his eyes at me. “I think she can decide for herself what she can handle.”
“Really?” I take a sip from my ice cold beer and watch his head bob up and down in response. “You ever had a foursome with a woman that small?”
It’s Snake’s turn to laugh. “He’s never had a four-way. He got lucky with Darby and Skid.”
The table jolts and Snake glares at his best friend.
“Kick me again fucker, and the only thing you’ll be fucking is some chick in your dreams because I will break your arms and legs,” Snake snaps at him.
Ace’s eyes light up, a strange reaction to the threat of losing his limbs, but I smell the pungent scent of too much perfume a second before I feel heat at my back. I’m always cognizant of my surroundings, but the men at the table with me keep an eye out behind me just as I do for them. Besides, this is Jake’s, and no one here is smart enough to fuck with us here.
“Hey boys.” The seductive purr hits my ear a half second before the whiskey saturated breath warms my cheeks.
A chill runs down my spine, and not one of the good kind. The eagerness to fuck I found so intoxicating with Darby isn’t anywhere to be found tonight. I twist in my chair to see two women who had to have split an entire can of hairspray to get their hair as high as it is standing beside me.
“Hey,” Ace growls, hunger clear as day in his tone.
The taller thinner blonde lays her hand on my thigh, dark red fingernails digging into my jeans.
“Don’t,” I warn, giving her the opportunity to move it on her own. When she doesn’t, probably because of the copious amount of alcohol she’s consumed which is evident in the redness of her eyes and inability to stand there without swaying, I clasp it as gently as I can manage and place it on the table in front of us.
