Neither This Nor That Box Set 1

by MariaLisa deMora

  Lewis’ hand covered hers on his cock, and he gripped tight, pressing hard against her fingers. “Make me come, Crissy.” She slipped two fingers up to where their mouths were joined, coating them with saliva. He lifted his leg, propping his heel against the mattress to give her access. Eyes open and locked with his, she watched his pupils dilate when she circled his hole. His eyelids dropped closed when she dipped and pressed, then made a strangled sound into her mouth when she pushed both fingers inside. His fingers clutched hers around his cock, ass flexing as he fucked forwards and back. She changed the angle and pushed deeper, and he erupted between them, stripes of heat covering her belly and breasts, coating Ty’s arm where it was still wrapped around her waist.

  ***

  Po’Boy

  Soft sounds of movement in the room woke him. Po’Boy opened his eyes a slit, frowning as he recognized the feminine form standing near the bed, twisting and struggling to pull a shirt on. “Shit,” he heard Crissy whisper, the single muttered word muffled by folds of fabric wrapped around her head. Glancing over, he saw Wrench lay on his back, his arm flung wide, fingers curved around Po’Boy’s wrist, the hold possessive even in his sleep.

  Carefully rolling his arm free from Wrench’s grip, he slipped off the bed and approached Crissy. “Hey,” he whispered softly, not wanting to startle her, suppressing a chuckle when she froze in place at his voice. “Might as well not bother, honey. I’m just gonna take it back off you. Come back to bed.”

  They’d collapsed earlier, both men curving around the woman connecting them, and Crissy had gone to sleep with her head resting on Wrench’s shoulder, her arm thrown behind her, curved over Po’Boy’s waist, holding tight to him as if he were her anchor. Po’Boy glanced at the bed as he reached out to grip the hem of her shirt, seeing Wrench still sleeping peacefully. He brought his gaze back to Crissy when she started fighting his efforts to undress her. “What, honey?” She managed to pull the shirt down, head finally popping out of the top, hair a mussed halo around her head. Face angled to one side, she refused to meet his eyes.

  Nope, not happening, he thought, knowing if she permanently backed away from what they’d done he’d never get Wrench to try again. She’s the glue. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. Plus, I fuckin’ like her.

  It took a moment, but she shook off whatever hesitation she’d been feeling, straightening her shoulders and tilting her chin as she stared in his face. “I’m not like that.” Quiet, but not a whisper, her words told him everything.

  Buyer’s guilt, he thought. Crissy wasn’t innocent, she told him she’d lost her virginity in college and had run through a couple of boyfriends before going to Wisconsin to help her sister. He knew she’d enjoyed pushing her boundaries when with him before, but even with everything they’d done, it had been nothing like tonight. In the heat and rush of the moment, high on anticipation and desire, they’d slammed right past anything she might have predicted could happen. Then she’d woken in a strange place, sandwiched between two men she scarcely knew, and unsure of herself or her place in this bed, she’d thought to retreat to the known, probably intending to head home once she got dressed.

  “No,” he reassured her, stroking across her jaw with his thumb. “You’re not like anything I’ve ever experienced, honey.” A slow back-and-forth glide across her lips made her eyes brighten. He remembered, She likes sweet. “Did I do or say anything to make you think otherwise? Make you feel cheap? If I said anything, tell me, and I’ll set things right. If I did anything, tell me so I can make it up to you. You’re a lot of things, Crissy, but if ‘like that’ means cheap or a whore, then ‘like that’ for sure isn’t one of them.” He slipped his hand down and cupped the back of her neck with a firm grip, holding steady. She quivered in his hands, not shivering like she was cold, but vibrating like a just-tapped tuning fork. He glanced down and saw twin peaks in her shirt, a deep rose shadowing behind the light-colored fabric covering her breasts. Turned on. Watching closely, he tightened his arm around her waist and saw her eyes widen. Aww, yeah. “I want you to stay, honey. I want to sleep next to you and know you’ve got a good thing on the other side, too. I want to know Ty has a sweet lover curled up next to him. I want you to want this, but it’s on you.”

  He leaned closer. “Not to make light of your nerves, but if you’re just freaking out, let me settle you. Let me love on you a little bit and remind you how good it can be. If you can’t sleep for another reason—” He chuckled again. “—then let me tire you out so you can sleep, baby. I can’t change how you feel, but I want you to know this wasn’t something spur of the moment. I’d thought about you and me and him since I walked you to your car. Ty and I were working, but I couldn’t stop myself from talking about you. Tell ya a secret, though, you need to know you weren’t the only first timer tonight—” He tipped his head towards the bed. “—and if anyone’s going to leave to prevent a freakout, it should probably be me. That means if you bail and head home, I’ll be on the couch, for sure.”

  Squeezing the back of her neck lightly, he pulled her up to meet his mouth, stroking between her lips with his tongue. Crissy leaned against him, her arms lifting to wrap around his neck as she kissed him back, soft lips lingering on his. “Beautiful,” he whispered, dusting kisses up her jaw, pleading with both actions and words. “Stay.”

  She snorted a soft laugh, resting her cheek against his chest. This was her trusting him, and knowing he held that trust caused a bloom of warmth inside his chest. Her words were murmured, but clear, “Well, I wouldn’t wanna be the reason you get a crick in your neck. I’ll stay.”

  Settling her between them on the mattress, he rolled to press his chest against her back, one arm wedged underneath his head. She shifted and nestled hers against Wrench’s shoulder, then reached back and gripped Po’Boy’s hand, pulling it up between her breasts. It took a while, but before long, she was back asleep, her breathing evening out as her body relaxed.

  Wrench surprised him when he spoke, his voice slow and drawling, thick with sleep. Po’Boy tensed involuntarily until the meaning of the words sunk in. “Wouldn’t have made you leave.” Movement, and then he felt Wrench’s hand at his hip. Calloused fingers slowly stroked up and down his flank, finally gripping his ass firmly and tugging until Po’Boy angled deeper over Crissy’s back, rolling towards Wrench’s side of the bed to give him better access for the continued caress. “My bed, my rules. You sleep here.” Wrench’s voice rumbled low and deep when he finished, “But, thanks for getting her to stay, Lewis.”

  “My pleasure, Ty.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Wrench

  “Sure, come on over. I’m home.” Penny’s voice was bright and cheery, and she sounded like just the medicine he needed to take his mind away from the events of the past week. Studiously not looking at the still rumpled bed, he dressed with efficient movements and walked out, locking the door automatically behind him and slinging a leg over his bike. A moment later he was on his way out of the complex and headed on the highway towards Mandeville.

  Rolling carefully down Twisted’s gravel driveway, Wrench took stock of the vehicles he could see, recognizing most of them, including Penny’s semi. A pickup truck with Alabama license plates caught his eye, and he grinned. Few doubts about who that would be and he killed his engine, heeling down his kickstand as he took off his helmet. Sure enough, the grassy twang he’d expected to hear rolled out of the open windows. “Damn, boy, you lookin’ distinctly unfancy these days.” Squinting against the glare, he strained to look through the glass, making out the silhouette of a man with long hair, striding towards the back door.

  “Retro,” he called, swinging off the bike and approaching the house with a hand already outstretched. Fingers wrapped around the other man’s thumb, he allowed himself to be hauled into a close clinch, the reassuring drumming of a closed fist pounding against his shoulder. “How the hell are you? When did you get here?”
/>   Leaning back, Retro looked him up and down. “I’ll repeat myself, damn, boy.” He shook his head. “You look like shit.”

  “Gee thanks.” Wrench released his grip, letting go of Retro’s hand and looked around the man to see Penny standing in the doorway, hand on her hip and a fond smile on her face. “Hey, Penny girl. You didn’t say you already had company. Want me to skedaddle?”

  Shaking her head, with quick strides she crossed the distance to where he stood and pulled him into a tight hug. “Not a chance, Ty. We’re all going to sit a meal.” Stepping away, she gripped his hand and tugged, dragging him towards the house. “Come on inside.”

  Scrubbing across his face with his palm, he noted the rough scruff of his beard and suspected Retro had the right of it with his comment. He hadn’t bothered to look in a mirror this morning before leaving the condo. In fact, he might not have looked in a mirror since he and Po’Boy were in West Texas. And he’d mostly used that one to watch Po’Boy. With a sigh, he followed Penny, putting aside the topic he’d intended to discuss. Maybe this is a sign I should keep my mouth shut, he thought. It sure wasn’t anything he would be willing to talk about where Retro could hear.

  Penny was already in front of the range by the time he got inside, and Wrench walked past with a quick slap of her ass on his way to the refrigerator to get a beer. The sizzle of bacon competed with the sound of her squeal, and she danced aside while laughing. Retro chuckled and then asked, “How was Kentucky?”

  “Kentucky was there, man.” Jesus. Club meant club, and Retro knew that. Surely the man didn’t expect to get more out of him. “You know how it is.” Maybe he didn’t. Maybe the reason for Wrench being in Kentucky wasn’t known outside of the CoBos. Give him an inch. “Club. Just another run.”

  “And then you went to El Paso.” And he takes a mile. “How was that?”

  Turning with three beers in his hands, he shook his head at the older man. “Retro,” he let the edge of a little scold slide into his tone, “don’t go there. It’s club, man.” Handing one bottle off to Retro who was now grinning broadly, Wrench stepped to Penny, setting hers to one side of the stove. “What’s for breakfast?”

  “Everythin’ me could find in the fridge. Got me a dab of dis, a little of dat, scobit o’ sumthin else.” She laughed up at him as she spoke, and Penny’s intentionally thickened Cajon patois made him smile. “We gonna have ourselves a fais-dodo, man.”

  “Aw, hell naw. I’m not gonna dance this early in the morning.” Wrench twisted and leaned against the countertop, looking across to where Retro had hiked himself up to sit on the counter opposite. “Not a dancin’ man.”

  “We used to dance,” Penny disagreed. “And you liked it.” She pointed to the open cabinet behind him. “Get some plates out, wouldja?”

  “How many we need?” He set his bottle down and grabbed four, anticipating their little party would be joined by Twisted, surprised when she said, “Three” instead. He put one plate back and handed her the stack. “Hell of a lotta food for three, darlin’.”

  Penny shrugged and looked over her shoulder at him, grinning as she answered what she’d do with the leftovers with one word, “Jambalaya.” That grin, the position—faster than a thought he was back in bed with Lewis and Crissy this morning.

  He’d woken to the mattress moving gently and had known from hearing the soft sounds what was happening on the bed beside him.

  Rolling to his side, Ty opened his eyes to see Crissy kneeling over Lewis, her body rhythmically rising and falling as she rode his cock. Eyes closed, she had gathered the long ends of her hair on top of her head with one hand, strands of it draping around her face, swaying with each motion. Her other hand cupped a breast, fingers alternately twisting and stroking the stiffening nipple.

  Lewis’ had a hand on her thigh up near the crease where it joined her body, his thumb buried between her legs, the rolling movement of his wrist illustrating what he was doing. His other hand was high on her ribs; that thumb gliding in a smooth motion across the underside of her breast, back and forth.

  Lewis’ mouth was open, and Ty heard the same soft flow of praise and profanities as from last night falling from his lips.

  “Fucking beautiful, honey. Lawd, you’re hot.” Lewis sucked in a breath and groaned. “Ridin’ my dick like you was born to it. Made for me. Fit me like a glove, baby.” He groaned again, and Ty watched as his chin rose, head pressing backwards into the pillow in response to the sensations he was experiencing. “Fucking perfect fit, being inside you like this. Hot and sleek, you got the finest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

  His hand moved to cover her breast, gripping tight, fingers pressing deep into her flesh. “Your tits are so gorgeous. Look at you, perfection. Ride me, baby. Take what you need.” Another deep groan, more a rumbling than vocalization. “Goddammit, my cock loves bein’ inside you. Found my happy place right there.”

  Each sentence, each phrase was punctuated by an upwards thrust of his hips, the jolt and jar setting Crissy’s breasts swaying even more, the gasping sound of her pleasure musical. The muscles in Lewis’ legs flexed and tightened, keeping perfect time with Crissy. Their coupling so exquisite, Ty couldn’t stand it, had to be involved in some way, even just as a voyeur. He reached down and gripped his cock, stroking root to tip and back again, and again, remembering how tight Crissy had been last night. His breathing came faster, grew irregular, and then changed again to a stuttering pant when Lewis rolled his head to stare at him, the man’s softly spoken commentary never faltering.

  “Fucking gorgeous. Look at you. Hard as a fucking rock. Like what you see, man? Me, too. I like what I see, mmhmm.” Lewis slipped his hand down Crissy’s side, resting on her hip and Ty could see how reddened her nipple was, puckered and tight from Lewis’ attention.

  “So fuckin’ long and hard, and that’s perfection, too. God, look at you. You’re leaking like a sieve, use that to slick yourself up, Ty. Fuck your fist while you watch me fuck our Crissy.” Ty did as ordered, shifting his hips to slide his dick faster through his firm hold on the shaft. Crissy gasped and moved, leaning forwards slightly, both palms resting on Lewis’ chest as he groaned and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her in place. Ty tore his eyes away from the movement of her breasts and up, seeing her gaze locked on his hand. He gripped tighter, moving it slowly and steadily over his cock. Ty shivered at the hungry expression on her face, shivered again when she licked her bottom lip and then caught it between her teeth, her gaze never leaving his cock.

  “Feel your clit gettin’ hard, Crissy. You like what you see, don’t you, honey. Me, too. I like everything I see in front of me. Fuck yeah, like it hard, like it wet, like it thick, like it tight. Get it, baby. Get it for yourself. Got you under my thumb, baby. Working for it, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful. Come for me, darlin’. Come for me while you’re watching our Ty. He wants you, baby. Loved being inside you last night, wants you again. What’s that say about how desirable you are? Got two hard cocks up for anything first thing in the morning, just from how gorgeous you are takin’ your pleasure. Fuck me with that sleek pussy. Hard as you want. Aw, yeah, you’re gonna come for me, aren’t you? Crissy, come for me, honey. Fuck my cock, baby.”

  She gasped, and Ty watched her eyes become unfocused as she panted, “Lewis. Please.”

  Lewis shifted his grip to her hips, and Ty saw the muscles in his arms flex as he raised her high, thrusting up into her hard and fast. “Fuck,” he grunted. Through gritted teeth, Lewis coaxed her, “Come for me, darlin’. Come on, come. Come all over my cock.” She cried out again and stretched an arm towards Ty, waving her hand until he grasped it, then she clamped her fingers down on his, holding tightly. He could feel Lewis’ movements by extension, through her, feel how powerfully she was being slammed by his cock. Ty lifted the hand that had been stroking his dick to her mouth, groaning when she let go her hold on his hand to grab his wrist. Sucking hard, she pulled his wet fingers into her mouth, drawing fiercely and rolling h
er tongue across them before she shook her head, strands of hair clinging to her sweat-dampened cheeks.

  “Ty,” Crissy breathed, gaze locked with his. “I’m gonna—” Her eyes squeezed shut as her head dropped forwards, and she buried her face in Lewis’ neck with a vibrating moan.

  “Fuck yeah, come all over me, baby.” Lewis’ face was red, cords standing out in his neck as he powered up into her, holding her full weight suspended by her hips while she came. “Fuck,” he gasped, “need…Jesus.” Lewis pulled her tight to his crotch, tugging and shoving her back and forth, grinding up into her from his prone position. “Fuck.” With a surge of movement, Lewis was on his knees, Ty’s hands falling away as Crissy’s legs wrapped around his waist, and then Lewis slammed her onto her back on the mattress, his ass clenching as he drove into her.

  Ty grabbed his cock again, using tight, short strokes over the head, fingers bumping past the swollen rim, each movement sending little short-circuited shocks through him. He climbed to his knees, moving towards the head of the bed, away from where Lewis had Crissy pinned beneath him. The sounds of fucking filled the room, musk, and sweat riding the motionless air until he was breathing in the two of them. The idea they were now part of him was thrilling, and his palm collected the steady stream of fluid rolling from the head of his dick, stroking hard and fast.

  Then Lewis moved, shifting with a groan, gathering his legs under him so he was powering down into Crissy. No longer fucking missionary style, but on his knees with his weight coming to bear, her hips canted up to catch him. Each time Lewis slammed into her, Ty felt his asshole clench, and that involuntary movement caused more stuttering shocks to ripple through him, his balls drawing up tight to his body.