Mad Dog (Second Skin Book 1)

by Ophelia Bell

  Maddox turns out the lights and we slip under the covers, me nestled comfortably between the two men. The plug in my ass is still a strange, heavy pressure, but I’ve decided not to mention it and ruin the moment. I don’t imagine Leo will forget, once he regains use of his brain, anyway. He doesn’t seem traumatized by the experience at any rate. Just thoughtful. I had no idea how intense the experience could be for either of us, or how seriously Maddox would take it. I expected it to just be a fun exploration, but now I realize there was no way these two men would be willing to do anything less than go all in.

  Leo is curled tight against my back, arm hooked around me and one big hand cupping my left breast. From the sound of his breathing, he’s sleeping now. I rest my head on Maddox’s chest and run my fingers over the uneven bumps of his scars, hoping that my touch is enough to let him know I don’t find him ugly. Not when I know the truth of who he is. My fingers tease across his nipple and he twitches.

  “Sorry,” I whisper.

  “It’s all right. I just haven’t been touched like this since it happened. It feels strange, but good. I’m lucky as hell all the important parts remained intact, but most of the nerve endings on this side are pretty much fried.”

  I look up at his shadowed face, surprised. “You haven’t had sex since your injury? I figured with those photos of the couple, you might have . . . I don’t know, indulged.” I flinch at the hint of bitterness in my tone.

  Maddox lifts his head to look at me. “Yes, I fucked them, but only on camera. I also staged it so I could keep my shirt on and only let them keep shots from the neck down. I didn’t want any chance of being identified if they put the photos on their site.” He sighs and rests his head back on the pillow. “You and Leo are different. I don’t want to hide anything from you.”

  “I’m glad,” I whisper. I press my cheek to his chest, his honesty more of a comfort than I could have imagined.

  “How do you feel?” He touches my cheek, and I look up at him again. I can barely make out his features in the darkness, but light catches his gray eyes, illuminating his tenderness. I always felt so safe and loved with him when we were younger.

  “I feel complete,” I say. “A little overfull though, if you must know.”

  His brows shoot up and then his eyes widen. “Oh, shit. Are you okay?” He turns on his side and slips his hand over my hip to probe between my ass cheeks where the flared end of the plug rests. “You want it out?”

  “I want to be ready, so if that means leaving it in until he is, I’ll leave it in.”

  “You are a fucking trooper, Celeste. And more than a little bit of a wet dream.”

  “Except I’m real. And I’m in your bed with Leo, who you just fucked into a stupor, and he didn’t self-destruct. We are both still here and not going anywhere.”

  He studies me in silence for a second. “Why do I have a feeling this is all because of you? Were you deliberately holding out on anal with him to get us together?”

  I can’t help but laugh, then shake my head. “Honestly, no. I really didn’t want to do it, but he has a habit of fulfilling all my dirty fantasies, so it seemed fair to fulfill one of his for a change.”

  His chest shakes with laughter. “If you consider bribery to be fair, I guess. But you must have been surprised when he called your bluff.”

  “You assume I was bluffing. I’m here, aren’t I? With your toy in my ass. And no, the fact that he followed through really wasn’t a surprise. I wasn’t blind during the photo shoot. He kept looking at you, and every time he did, it made him hotter.” Thinking about it now makes me hotter and I squeeze my pelvic muscles, all too aware of the tightness of the plug in my ass. The renewed sense of pressure sends a jolt of unexpected pleasure through me, and my core floods with wet heat. I shift closer to him, twine our legs together so my mound is pressed against his cock.

  He lets out an interested rumble, his shaft twitching between us as if it’s alive, then hardening fully. He runs his hand up my back and back down, squeezes my ass, then takes hold of the end of the plug and tugs, sliding it out partway before pushing it back in. I whimper into his chest, loving the slight edge of pain that accompanies the pleasure of the object in my ass.

  “I used to fantasize about all the things we never got to do,” he says. “I want to do all of them. But I want to start by having you ride me again, Celeste.”

  The rough, needy heat in his tone makes my skin tingle, so I nod, and before I can even fully articulate my desire, he rolls us so I’m astride him with my hands against his chest for balance.

  “Now?” I ask, which is a stupid question. Of course now. I glance at Leo, who’s still unconscious and angelic, and a spike of worry dampens my desire.

  “We’ll be slow and noisy and he can join us once he comes to. Would you like it if he takes you from behind while I’m fucking you?” He twists the plug inside me, and my core tightens, the reflex only succeeding in making me shiver from ecstasy.

  “I would,” I rasp. “Hey, Le—” Maddox stops me with a finger to my lips.

  “Not yet. Let me have you for a few minutes first.” He twists to one side, stretching to reach his nightstand and the strip of condoms. It’s my turn to stop him with a hand on his arm.

  “I don’t want anything between us. I know you’re clean. You have a sign in your shop that says you get tested, and I’ve been on birth control forever. I was honestly surprised you wore one with Leo.”

  He relaxes and looks up at me. “It’s a hygiene thing with the anal, really. There are ways to prep to keep things pristine but we didn’t exactly plan this. Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” I tell him, a flush of heat rising through me in anticipation of having him inside me again for the first time in more than a decade. “I want you just the way I had you twelve years ago.”

  He smiles. “I’m not going downstairs to fuck you in the locker room. It’s cold down there.”

  Shifting my hips, I grasp his cock and squeeze, pressing him against my clit. “You know what I mean.”

  Resting his hands on my hips, he settles back with a smile. “Sweetness, nothing about tonight bears any resemblance to twelve years ago, but you do whatever makes you happy.”

  I’m soaked, my pussy gliding along the underside of his cock, sending tiny shockwaves through my body. Rising up, I aim him at my opening, keeping my eyes fixed on his, just visible through the darkness.

  He lets out a rough groan as I sink down. “Goddamn I love you,” he says, and it isn’t just my pussy and ass that feel too full now. It’s my heart too.

  “I missed you,” I whisper, rocking slowly to savor the way he feels. Lowering myself over him, I brace my hands on either side of his head and kiss him, loving the way he picks up the slack and starts driving up into me in slow, hard thrusts. Something about the way he fucks is so different than how Leo does it. Leo is either rapid, desperate, and intense, or slow and super gentle. There’s no real middle ground with him. Maddox fucks like he’s trying to match the rhythm of my heartbeat with a strong, steady tempo that reminds me I’m alive with every hard stroke.

  His hands stay on my hips, squeezing for several seconds, then move back to my ass again. One strays between my cheeks, and I tingle in anticipation of more teasing with the plug. But he only presses on it once, then stops.

  Except, suddenly, my entire ass is alive with sensation, and it takes a second to realize that the plug is vibrating. I jerk my hips down onto his cock and throw my head back with a cry that’s part surprise, part unexpected pleasure as my body hurtles toward an orgasm more swiftly than I can even process.

  “Oh God, I can’t! Ah!”

  Then it stops and I’m left sitting on his cock, the near miss with oblivion leaving me dazed and gasping for breath. He’s grinning up at me, and his huge dick seems to flex inside me. “Good, huh?”

  I’m too incoherent to reply so I just stare at him. I think I had a mini orgasm in those couple seconds, and I need a minute to recover. I colla
pse onto his chest.

  “You enjoy driving me crazy, don’t you?” It’s half complaint, half praise because I love the way he surprised me.

  “I enjoy seeing you fall to pieces. In a good way, I mean.” He pushes into me again, and I squeeze my muscles around him, then push up against his chest so I can look into his eyes. He gives me a searching look, his lips stretching into a smug smile when he moves his hips again, and my mouth falls open in pleasure. He’s killing me, but his glance at Leo reminds me what we’re holding out for.

  Leo is still sound asleep, curled on his side with the pillow bunched between his shoulder and his head. He has bad dreams sometimes, so it’s always a relief to see him so serene. It isn’t until his brows twitch and he stirs a little that I realize Maddox has slipped one arm under the sheet and down to Leo’s groin. From the movements, he must be stroking Leo’s cock.

  “I thought you didn’t want to wake him up,” I whisper.

  “I’m done waiting,” he shoots back. Then to Leo he says, “Look alive, brother. The sweetest ass in the world is ready for you, and isn’t gonna fuck itself.”

  33

  Leo

  When I open my eyes, the sight is even better than the filthy dream I was having. Not only is Celeste sitting astride Maddox, hair a wild mess, but he has his hand around my dick, stroking me. I let out a low hum of pleasure. Kicking the sheet off, I stretch, enjoying the way they both eye me like candy.

  “This is good though. Maybe I just want to lie here and let you give me a hand job.” I lie back, put my hands behind my head, and smile as I push my hips into Maddox’s hand.

  “You’re not going to leave her hanging, are you?” Maddox asks, squeezing me hard enough to make me lose focus from the pleasure of his deft touch. “’Cuz I’m not going to keep going until you and I are fucking her together. Just look.”

  Maddox reaches up and pulls Celeste down to his chest, releasing me to curl his fingers into her hair and kiss her hard. He shoves his cock into her, the thrust hard enough for her to emit a muffled moan against his mouth. I mutter a curse, then scoot closer.

  In this position, her perfect ass is spread and exposed for me, the gift she promised ready and waiting for me to claim. I want to savor this experience, so I go slow, brushing one hand down the curve of one plump cheek and tracing a line around the plug, then down to where Maddox’s cock fills her tight pussy.

  “This is fucking beautiful.” I move behind her, straddling Maddox’s legs. I kiss her lower back, both hands on her ass as I work my way down, drifting my lips lower until I’m tracing my tongue in a circle around the outer edge of the plug’s base. Maddox keeps her occupied with a long, hungry kiss, and she’s completely at my mercy. I could take her like this, remove the plug and have my way with her ass right now. But she isn’t the only one I want surrendering to me.

  A deviant craving has taken up residence in me, one that’s partly influenced by circumstance, by the fact that we’ve come to this unspoken agreement that our bodies are each other’s to share. But I’m also driven by the need to understand where all their boundaries lie. Not just Celeste’s, but Maddox’s too.

  I shift his knees apart so I’m kneeling between them and he obliges by bending both legs to make room. Now I have a full view of Celeste’s ass with the dark plug filling her, the base of his cock still buried deep in her dripping pussy, and his balls glisten with a coating of her juices. Below them is the dark cleft of his ass and I bend down, grazing my fingers over the tight skin of his balls, rubbing along his taint, then sink a finger between his cheeks. After popping my anal cherry, my imagination is going wild with the possibilities, and somehow I’m not the least bit surprised that I’m as game to explore his body as I am hers.

  He grunts in surprise but tilts his hips up into Celeste, spreading his legs wider. I finger him deeper and dip my head to take each of his balls into my mouth and suck. He tastes like her and I lose myself for a moment, hyperaware of how they’re both completely open to me now, how I can torment them with pleasure until they beg.

  I plan to take her ass now, but I want his later. Until then, he needs to endure a little bit of the torture he inflicted on me before he fucked me. I lean back and reach for the lube on the bedside table, then hesitate, trying to decide which of the plugs is appropriate.

  “Use the big one,” Maddox says.

  I meet his gaze over Celeste’s shoulder, holding it as I pick up the biggest plug, coat it in lube, then lower it between us. I press the oblong object between his cheeks, and his mask falls away, leaving nothing behind but pure pleasure. “Fuck yeah,” he blurts, then opens his eyes, his look burning into me as if he knows full well my plan to replace that plug with my cock later.

  Celeste is frozen halfway between us, poised above him. He shifts his gaze to her and hauls her back down for a kiss. The movement leaves her exposed again, and I take control.

  I upend the bottle of lube over her ass, aiming at the top of her cleft and squeezing as I pull the plug out of her. Her opening is stretched wide as I coat it with the clear, viscous fluid. I toss the plug aside and don a condom, then immediately move into position, stroke my cock with the excess lube, and press my tip to her entrance. I push in slowly, and Maddox starts to fuck her from beneath.

  She’s trapped between us, at our mercy as we fuck in tandem, her soft noises proof she’s in heaven. I drop my arms down on either side of her, brushing my lips across her neck as I thrust in her. Her face is buried in Maddox’s shoulder, and I catch his eyes fixed on me. We’re moving in a steady rhythm now, her tight ass clenched around me, the thick pressure of his cock against mine with only the slight barrier of Celeste’s body separating us.

  “So fucking tight. So perfect. I can feel your dick in her pussy rubbing against me. Jesus, this is good.”

  Celeste lets out a desperate, hungry groan and lifts her head, kissing Maddox while I sink my teeth into her shoulder, surrendering to the need to fuck harder and faster.

  A wild hunger fills Maddox’s eyes. He grips Celeste by the hair, pulls her head back and kisses her throat, teeth grazing and nipping up to her ear.

  “Come on our cocks, Celeste,” he growls, then palms her breast and squeezes her nipple hard.

  She cries out, lost. The squeeze of her ass around me obliterates every last shred of my boundaries. Her body trembles between us, and through the echo chamber of my head I hear myself yell her name, the sound echoed in Maddox’s rough voice as we both slam deep into her. My cock pulses with an orgasm so violent I go light-headed for a second, every nerve ending tuned into the rhythmic pulse of the climax we share. Halfway through, I realize that the spasmic sensations are as much from their bodies as mine, we’re so closely joined.

  My labored breathing gusts against her hair and I kiss her shoulder before easing back and out of her.

  I slip away to the bathroom, dispose of the condom, and return with a warm, damp cloth that I use to clean her up. She was so opposed to trying this before, I want every aspect of it to be positive so she’s willing to do it again. The surge of tenderness extends to Maddox too, but he’s already removed his plug before I have a chance to, and he takes the cloth from me to clean himself.

  Celeste collapses into a heap at Maddox’s side, curling into him like a contented kitten. I continue cleaning up, determined to see this through as the necessary conclusion to a night beyond my wildest dreams, but I’m at a loss with the handful of toys.

  “Ah, is there something special I need to do to clean these?”

  “Hot, soapy water. That’s it. You really are invested in this, aren’t you?” Maddox turns his head to peer through the open bathroom door at me.

  I’m surprised by the question, but even more by the realization of how perfect a night it’s been. How I want more already, like I can’t get enough. In the process of fulfilling one ongoing fantasy, I’ve managed to come up with a hundred more. “It’s like a fucking drug, man. I’m already hard again.”

  “Wel
l, put a pin in it for now. I think Celeste’s ass needs a rest.”

  “It’s not hers I’m thinking about.” I walk toward the bed with a towel in one hand and a toy in the other, drying it off, then set down the largest of the plugs on the nightstand. I stare into Maddox’s eyes and he laughs.

  “My ass is yours whenever you want it, Leo. I’m not going anywhere. There’s time.”

  I’m jittery with want, my cock hard and throbbing even though I just came a few minutes ago. I stand over the pair of them, eyes flitting between them as they look up at me. Celeste’s brow scrunches as if she’s worried, and I let out a frustrated groan and swipe my hands over my face.

  “Fuck, you two look so perfect. I want more. I want it all now that I’ve had a taste. This is so much better than I expected.”

  “You’re not alone,” Maddox says. “Get the fuck over here.”

  He nudges Celeste over, and she moves to make room for me to climb into the bed at Maddox’s back. Celeste’s breathing deepens within moments, but I’m practically high from the feel of Maddox’s hard body in front of me, and closing my eyes only makes me imagine all the things we haven’t done yet.

  My hands itch to touch him the way I might touch Celeste, just to feel her soft, silky skin beneath my palm, but I hesitate to let myself indulge that way with him. I leave one hand resting on his bare hip while I bend the other arm beneath my head, remaining as still as I can to avoid disturbing him if he’s trying to sleep. But after a moment he covers my hand with his and threads his fingers between mine, pulling it up to his chest. The irregular texture of his skin presses against my palm, and I’m acutely aware of how privileged this makes me, to be able to see him laid so bare.

  “You don’t need to hold back with me,” he whispers. “Take what you want, Leo.”

  I swallow hard, my body buzzing with all the possibilities he’s opened up for us. Things I would have never known I wanted if I hadn’t taken this risk with him and Celeste tonight. I extract my hand from his and begin to trace the upraised marks of his skin. In some spots, the texture differs between his battle scars and the patterns of his tattoos. I work my way across his left shoulder, down his chest, and stop when I reach his nipple. His breathing has been slow and even until now, but it quickens when I draw a tight circle around the small, hard nub, then begin to tease it.