Neither This Nor That Box Set 1

by MariaLisa deMora

  Lewis wrapped an arm around her back as she settled in, tugging her close again and pressing a kiss to her temple before relaxing his arm. “Mmmmh.” He breathed in her scent, then slipped his hand down to her ass, gripping and giving her a squeeze as he responded, “Hey, baby. You got here fast.”

  “I was waiting for the elevator when you texted.” She lifted slightly, and he pushed his fingers under her ass, swiping across the seam of her jeans with a firm glide. Fuck, hot. Settling back on the stool, she glanced up at him and winked. “I expected you to be in the apartment. Whatcha doin’ over here?”

  Tugging his trapped hand free, he shoved his fingers into the back pocket of her jeans, not wanting to relinquish his hold on her yet. “Ty’s showerin’.” Her eyelids lowered at his words, and the tip of her tongue slipped out to glide across her bottom lip. Her reaction was instinctive, and hot as hell, revealing her desire for their partner. “Yeah, it’s exactly like that. He showed early and I already nearly fucked up. I figured if I didn’t want to screw the pooch for this weekend with y’all, I’d better get my ass out of there. Put temptation at a distance, at least.”

  He hadn’t spoken to her again about Ty’s lack of threesome experience. Didn’t want to highlight the breadth of his own as a contrast, and surely didn’t want to know about what unvoiced experiences Crissy had in her past, either. Silence had served him well before, he expected the same would work with the three of them.

  She wrinkled her nose and grinned at him, slipping her bottom lip between her teeth, letting it slowly slide free, glistening wet and plumping from the pressure and friction. “Crissy, baby. Your sass is showing.” He grinned and leaned in, brushing his lips across hers.

  She sat back, returning his smile, then shared her thoughts. “If Ty showed up early, don’t you think whatever happened might have been what he was after? He knows how this thing”—Lewis frowned at her word, but then realized he didn’t have a better replacement—“works between the three of us. Maybe he’s looking to stretch his boundaries? His favorite bedtime story is the first time you and I hooked up.” Lewis frowned again, thinking, It wasn’t a hookup. “Did he show you his tests?” Lewis shook his head slowly. “He went to a clinic over in Biloxi. Said he wanted to make sure, just in case.” She shrugged. “I’ve carried mine in my purse since you and I met, so I get it.” She glanced around, seeming to make sure no one was close. “If you are both good with it, I was hoping to change the game a little.” So focused was Lewis on Crissy that he startled when a hand hit his back; he hadn’t heard the back door open. Twice in one night he’d been inattentive. Fuck.

  Ty leaned in between them, and Lewis saw only the back of his head for a moment, but the position combined with the way Crissy squirmed under his hand told him what was going on. Ty’s body pressed against his arm where it crossed the space between him and Crissy, and heat from Ty’s palm on Lewis’ waist was scorching. Then Ty turned his head to face Lewis, and for a split-second Lewis hesitated, unsure how to react because Ty’s face was getting closer and then his mouth was on Lewis’, covering his lips. It was a soft, closed-mouth kiss, but every atom of his being fired molten at the public acknowledgment by Ty that Lewis was as much in whatever this was with the three of them as Crissy or Ty.

  Ty pulled back a fraction of an inch, the stir of air from his words ghosting across Lewis’ lips when he said, “You didn’t come back.” Lewis saw the corners of Ty’s eyes crinkle and knew the movement he felt was a smile when Ty continued, “Decided to hunt you down.”

  Without moving, Lewis responded, “Wasn’t runnin’.” Crissy moved, and he spread his fingers in her pocket, holding her in place. There was a thump from the bar in front of them, and Lewis turned his head to see Truman had deposited two plastic bags filled with take-out containers. The bartender’s mouth was pulled sideways, brows drawn together in a scowl, and he grunted before turning away. Lewis glanced back at Ty to see a broad grin on his face, and he smiled in response. “Let’s get going.” Lewis grabbed one bag, and Ty grabbed the other, Crissy walking between them as they made their way out the back of the bar.

  In the suite, the three of them bustled around the kitchen as Crissy pulled plates from the cabinets and Ty unloaded the bags, leaving Lewis to gather the flatware and napkins. By unspoken agreement they moved to the bed, the two men sliding onto the edges at the head, while Crissy sat cross-legged on the foot. She managed to keep the atmosphere light as she engaged the two men in quick question and answer exchanges about their days since they’d last been together, and regaled them with stories about her clients and how frustrating they could sometimes be.

  After the easy affection between himself and Crissy, and then Ty’s approach in the bar, Lewis found himself relaxing back against the headboard, bottle of beer in hand, watching as Ty tipped his head back laughing at one of Crissy’s stories. That was when it hit him. How different this was from everything he had before. Probably the closest he’d ever come to having an easy friendship relationship was with Penny. Which was entirely fucked up because she belonged to Twisted, and what Lewis had with her had never been about sex. But this thing with Crissy and Ty had started being all about sex and then somewhere along the way it segued into more. Now it was something he’d never experienced, something he wanted, and something he feared losing.

  Ty slipped off the bed and stood, stretching his arms over his head before he leaned back and gathered their empty dishes. The hem of his shirt rode up on his back, and Lewis eyed the exposed strip of skin, wishing he could trace the path with his tongue. Before he could reconsider what a bad idea it could be to try and command Ty, Lewis demanded, “Kiss me.” Ty grinned and leaned in, scarcely brushing his lips across Lewis’ before he straightened. Lewis sucked in a breath at the tease, then narrowed his eyes as he told Ty, “You come right back, you hear?”

  Crissy laughed and muttered under her breath, “Lewis is feeling bossy again tonight.”

  Lewis turned to look at her as Ty carried the plates to the sink, and shook his head. “You are sassy tonight.” He grinned. “Come ‘mere, woman.” He stretched out on his side, parallel to the pillows, and patted the mattress in front of him. “I want you right here, right now.”

  She took her time, inching forwards on hands and knees. Lewis felt the mattress shift, and her head lifted, surprise flashing across her features when Ty settled himself behind her, sandwiching her between them.

  “Ty, wanna give me a hand, man?” A fumbling grip at his crotch had him laughing as he swatted Crissy’s hand away. “Not you, woman. Tonight, honey, you take what we give you.” Her eyes flashed, pupils dilating with either arousal or a wave of sudden fear, and he soothed her. “You trust me; you trust us. You know you do. We aren’t going to do anything you aren’t a hundred percent in on, honey. You know that. I also—” he edged closer, reaching up to tug her shirt over her head. “—know you like having control taken away sometimes.”

  He leaned up and kissed her, nibbling softly on her bottom lip.

  On a whisper, he offered, “Let’s explore that tonight.” She nodded and then her hair was swept to the side, draping over one shoulder as Ty’s head appeared over the other, mouth to the skin of her back. He moved up, bracing himself over Crissy and leaned closer, licking his lips as his gaze dropped to stare at Lewis’ mouth. Clamping a hand around the back of Ty’s neck, Lewis pulled him down, collapsing Crissy on top of him as he kissed Ty hard, forcing his mouth open when he plunged deep inside with his tongue, Ty’s groan filling his mouth at the assault. He pulled back to allow a breath of distance between them and stared into Ty’s eyes when he said, “Crissy said you had some blood tests done.”

  “Yeah.” Ty’s voice was husky with desire, his words quivering with need. “Wanna see it?”

  “You wanna see mine? Is this a show-me moment?” Ty’s jaw clenched shut as he shook his head. Lewis gave voice to every doubt in his barrage of questions, knowing Ty would have the same underlying fears. “Trusting me on
this? It’s a big fuckin’ deal, man. Life or death. You trustin’ me? Me?” Ty nodded, and Lewis responded with a shake of his head. “Tyler,”—the man’s full name felt strange in his mouth, he didn’t think he’d ever said it before, but he tossed the oddity aside to focus on the issue at hand—“be honest.” Crissy made a noise, and he shushed her without looking away from Ty’s eyes. “You been with another man before?”

  “No.” Short and clipped, the answer wasn’t unexpected, but Lewis felt a burn of desire bolt through him with the knowledge no other man had ever touched Ty the way he would tonight. “This, though…I don’t think it’s because you’re a dude, Lewis.” Ty shrugged, looking a little lost for a moment before his jaw firmed with determination. “It’s just you.” Pulling back, he twisted to look at Crissy. “And you. It’s like y’all are a package deal. I’d felt—” He stumbled for a moment and then bulled through. “—something towards you, Lewis. The night of the party shone a big spotlight on what I’d been trying to ignore for the past year. But I would have never acted on it. Crissy is the glue.” His words echoed Lewis’ thoughts of a few days ago, and he grinned. “I want her…” Ty looked at Crissy and rephrased, “you. I want you. But I want you with him. And I want you”—gaze back to Lewis’ face, he smiled—“with her. We…”

  When Ty’s trailed off narrative showed no signs of continuing, Lewis picked up the thread. “Yeah. We just fit. There’s a dynamic between the three of us that’s unique. Never felt the like. And I get you, man. I totally get you. Crissy’s got her piece of me, and you got yours, but when you’re both on top of me like this—” He stroked up Crissy’s side, his fingertips glancing across Ty’s ribs. “—it’s amplified. Addictive.”

  “Can’t get enough of it,” Crissy agreed, rolling her head so her lips grazed his jaw. “Not just in bed, though.”

  “All the time,” Ty filled in. “Like a need, but deeper.”

  “So, back to the tests.” Lewis prepared himself for whatever response would be coming his way. “I’m clean, and I got the papers. I’ve been with men, but my HIV is negative.” He shook his head. “Never went bareback.” He pressed backwards into the pillow so he could better see Ty’s face. “Never wanted to before. Crissy and I had a condom fail, and you’ve heard all about that. She’s clean, you’re clean, I’m clean. Are we sayin’ we’re done with condoms? I ain’t tryin’ to fuck with your head, but if we do that, then to me it’s a statement. We makin’ a statement right here, right now?”

  “Does it have to be a statement?” Crissy’s voice quavered and he looked at her, seeing welling tears in her eyes. “Does it have to be all of one thing or another?”

  “Naw, darlin’.” Ty bent his neck, pressing his lips to her cheek before he tilted his head to slant his mouth across hers. “Don’t gotta be a statement. Nothing has to change.”

  “But you want it to,” Lewis pressed, knowing he was right. “So does Crissy, or she wouldn’t have brought it up at the bar.” He hesitated, then took a breath, blowing it out slowly. “Gonna go out on a limb here and say we’re all of the same mind on this. We do this, we can change our minds and come back to zero and go back to usin’ condoms. No problems because we all gotta be comfortable with it. But if we’re on the same page and doing this, then I expect to be the only other dick in the mix. One of two for you—” He flashed a grin at Crissy who cuddled closer, then looked at Ty. “—and other than your own, mine better be the only D you’re touchin’.”

  “So now I’m touching your dick?” Ty smirked and tilted his head. “You sure I wanna?”

  “You tellin’ me you don’t?” Ty shook his head, lips spread in a broad smile and Lewis laughed aloud, confident for the first time all night. He let that shine through, adopting a teasing tone as he told them, “Alla y’all gots too many clothes on. Includin’ me. Shuck ‘em now, gimme some skin, baby.”

  Between them, they stripped Crissy, and then Lewis got to watch as Ty removed the clothes he’d put on after his shower, and Lewis realized he liked seeing his clothing on Ty. The jeans fit well, but the shirt was about a size too small, so tight it outlined every ridge of muscle on the man’s stomach and chest. It didn’t take Lewis but a couple of seconds to drop his own jeans, toeing off his socks as he yanked his shirt over his head. He crawled up the bed, feeling his hardening cock swinging back and forth, plump shaft brushing against the bristle of hair on his thighs as he moved. Stretching out on one side of Crissy, he kissed her slowly, Ty’s hand coasting up and down his bare back as he pushed aside the covers Crissy had pulled up to their waists, cupping Lewis’ ass. Ty’s thumb rubbed and slid across his skin, every stroke tantalizingly close to the crease, barely dipping inside before the touch was gone again.

  Crissy’s lips plucked at Lewis’ and she teased him with a sliding grip of her teeth on his tongue when he dipped inside, causing him to growl fiercely as she giggled. As he had in the past, Lewis took up the reins of control, knowing his partners still needed guidance, at least in the beginning. “Ty, on your back, man. I want our sweet Crissy ridin’ you.” Her heated gasp against his lips shared the excitement with him, and he crushed his lips to hers for a moment. “Fuck him for me, baby girl. Fuck him good.” Mouth to her ear, he whispered loud enough for Ty to hear, “Gimme a show. I wanna see you and hear you, and I’m for sure gonna taste you. Fuck him for me.”

  The mattress bounced, Ty’s hand shifting off his back to glide up his side, fingers circling his bicep and tugging. As Crissy positioned herself, Lewis kissed Ty, then scraped his teeth down Ty’s throat to his chest, tonguing and sucking on the flat disks of Ty’s nipples, each touch causing a startled breath to huff out of Ty. The tense iron of his muscles gave under Lewis’ mouth, and he longed for a thousand days like this, knowing he could explore every inch and still find more to learn.

  Angling himself down the bed, he draped his arm over Ty’s thigh, voice rasping as he told Crissy, “Hump him, wanna tongue you while you torture our boy.” She shifted and rocked, sliding her hips back and forth and Lewis could smell her arousal, see the glistening, slick fluid gathering in her folds. Hot as fuck. He pushed closer, then closer yet, wedging his face to where Crissy and Ty were nearly joined, lapping at her pussy. Each taste of her was torture; he would never get enough of this, her sweet mixing with Ty’s musk. From this angle every stroke of his tongue skated along Ty’s cock, and he heard a throaty groan, knowing it came from Ty’s lips.

  Without a word, he buried his tongue deep inside Crissy, thrusting fast. Gimme everything, baby. She whined, a high sound far back in her throat and froze in place, causing Ty to groan again, this time with an edge of frustration in his voice. Crissy moved, shifting and bending, and Lewis heard the sounds of them kissing, sloppy and wet, passion driving them both forwards. He saw them in his mind, lips fused together, eyes closed as they focused on each other, and him. God, yes.

  He slipped a hand between them and cupped Ty’s cock, gratified when his fingers glided in Crissy’s juices while he stroked once, root to tip, then back down. She was hot and ready, hungry for Ty to be inside her, her body leading the way. Still eating her pussy hard and fast, he urged her ass up as he angled Ty’s dick, eagerly tonguing the tip until it lined up to her entrance. Then Crissy shifted again, and he sucked in a breath, watching Ty slip inside her, veins throbbing all along his cock’s thick length. Crissy moaned, the vibrato of the sound making Lewis’ rigid cock pulse as more fluid leaked out of him.

  Tonguing and sucking the length of Ty’s cock as it moved in and out of Crissy, Lewis shifted so he was crouched between Ty’s legs, balancing on his knees as he gripped Crissy’s ass, a cheek in each hand. Baby, I’m home. Tugging gently, he opened her and then dived deep again, lapping and licking at her entrance and Ty’s cock, then he drew the flat of his tongue up and over her hole, smearing her own fluids on her. God, I want in there.

  Alternating between her pussy and ass, he stroked with fingers and tongue, teasing her open with the tip of his tongue, gr
oaning at the deep shiver she gave, shifting back towards him in encouragement. Leaning over her, he bent and took Ty’s mouth in a hard kiss, relenting for a moment to let Ty into his mouth so Lewis could suck his tongue. Then he offered a finger to Ty while he shifted to kiss Crissy, telling him, “Suck it, get it good and slick for our Crissy.”

  She panted, pressing her cheek to his and he felt goose bumps chasing his fingertips as he drew tiny circles on her hip and back. Heat surrounded his finger, and he twisted to see Ty’s cheeks hollowing as he sucked hard, then felt the rolling caress of his tongue as he licked along all sides of Lewis’ finger. Withdrawing his finger, he closed the distance between them to kiss Ty again, then trailed caresses over Crissy’s shoulder and down her back, Ty’s fingers smoothing through his hair and across his cheek.

  Finger to her hole, he licked all around again, teasing her open before he pressed slowly. One knuckle deep, and he knew she liked it when she pushed back against him. Two knuckles and he could feel the shifting thrusts of Ty’s cock inside her pussy. Fucking hot. Lewis reached down with his other hand to palm his own cock, slick fluid trailing down the crown. A slow thrusting movement and he slid a second finger inside her, pushing deep so she got the full thickness of his digits, tongue flicking and working around her rim, keeping everything slippery so he could glide in and out easily, scissoring them inside her, working her asshole.

  She hissed and clamped down hard, and he heard Ty groan, knowing he felt the same pressure inside her pussy.

  “Too much?” His voice sounded gruff, unused, and Lewis realized he’d been nearly silent when his lovers were more accustomed to a flow of thoughts and reactions, commands. “Too much, then all you gotta do is say so, Crissy. Gonna pleasure you, and I wanna fuck you in the ass, wanna fuck you slow and sweet while Ty does the same to your pussy. Fill you right up, back and front, knowing you’re the thing holding all of us together in so many ways. It’s just symbolic of everything that’s us, honey. And I want it. Fuck yeah, your pretty asshole clamped around my fingers. Opening for my mouth. Am I the first to taste you here, honey? God, I hope so, claiming a first with a beauty like you is rare, and I want this so fuckin’ bad.”