He didn’t stop moving, interrupted himself every few words to pause and lick or suck, dipping down between Ty’s legs to slurp at his cock, tasting her pussy mixed with the dark flavor of the other. Ty gave a shout when Lewis lapped at his balls, his thighs spreading wide as he shoved his ass backwards into the mattress, giving Lewis more room while trying to escape the sensation at the same time. Lewis catalogued it for later, returning to preparing Crissy for what he wanted to do. “Wanna fuck your ass, honey. Make love to you with our Ty. It’s a first for him, too, and I want that. Want it to be with you. You ready, baby?” Fingers moving patiently, he licked and laved saliva on them, then shifted and gave her a third, entering her with small thrusts, increasing the depth gradually but steadily. “Ty, you want this?”
“Fuck. Jesus.” Angling his head to look around Crissy’s body, spread out over Ty’s, he saw Ty had his lip gripped between his teeth, biting down hard. “Yeah, I can’t imagine…been thinking about it ever since I saw her riding you.”
“Liar,” Lewis taunted, bending to suck Ty’s balls back into his mouth, rolling them gently with his tongue, feeling them contract and draw up. “You’ve been thinking about takin’ my ass.” Ty gave another shout as his hips punched up and, quick as a snake, Lewis wrapped a finger and thumb tight around the base of Ty’s cock before commanding, “Do not come, man. Crissy hold up, be still, baby. Let him edge back.”
It took a minute, but he gradually turned loose of Ty’s dick, picking up the pace of his fingers in Crissy’s ass again. “You want that, Ty? Want to bust in my ass? Best thing in the world, getting a dick that knows what you need. Me buried in our Crissy, you buried in me? You want it, we’ll get there. Takes a confident man to take it up the ass, and I’m the guy for you. Promise you, motherfucker, I promise you I’m the guy for you.” He palmed his cock again, slicking the leaking fluid across the crown. “For now, we’re gonna share our Crissy a different way. It’s amazing. I promise you that, too. Crissy—” He rose to his knees behind her, withdrawing his fingers as he angled the head of his cock into place. “—push back against me, honey. Push out. Nice and loose.” She did, and he felt the initial resistance, then it gave way slowly, and he let her take the head inside, heat and pressure surrounding him. Caressing her ass, with a knuckle he traced the edge of her hole stretched around his cock. “Holy shit, you’re tight. Fucking tight, baby. Love that. So fucking hot inside you. Fuckin’ perfect. You okay?”
“Yeah.” Her response was breathy, head lying on Ty’s shoulder, face buried in his neck. “It’s different. Not bad different. Just, different. Y’all are so big.” Lewis stroked her back and hips, fingertips drawing random circles. “It’s good, Lewis. I like.” Ty kissed the side of her face. “I can take more.”
“Your pace, baby. You want more, you take it. Ty, baby, you wanna move a little, keep our girl’s fire stoked up?” A shiver rippled Crissy’s skin, and he felt her tighten around him as Ty gave a hesitant pump of his hips. “You like that? That nice?”
“Yeah, very nice.” The tip of her tongue appeared, and she lapped at Ty’s throat, teeth making tiny indents in his skin as she nibbled on him. “More, Lewis. Please.”
With Ty moving, he knew it wasn’t as easy for Crissy to come back to him, so he unlocked his muscles, held in the same position with a brutal control so he wouldn’t hurt her, and thrust forwards slowly. She groaned, but the sound was filled with pleasure, so he eased forwards again, heat and pressure all around him. His balls grazed against Ty’s cock, bouncing in place with a jangled rhythm set by Ty’s shallow thrusts up into her pussy. “Fuck, baby. So good.”
Lewis skated his hands up her back, circling one around to cup her breast where it was smashed against Ty’s chest, his other hand traveled farther up, fingers winding in her hair and tugging her head up. “Kiss him, baby.” She did, lips coasting along Ty’s, then he saw the movement in their mouths as Ty licked and thrust. Lewis pulled back slightly, then pushed deeper inside, groaning as his cock encountered Ty’s. “Feel me, Ty? You feel that? That’s us and Crissy, that’s perfection, man. Fuckin’ love this. I could fuckin’ die a happy man right now, buried balls deep inside our woman, knowing you’re lovin’ her too.”
Crissy giggled, and he felt that in his dick, too. Just in a different way, knowing she was confident enough to laugh in their bed. “Don’t die yet, you still haven’t made me come.”
“Mmmm.” He grinned as he bent down, teeth gripping the muscle in the middle of her back, tugging and growling to pull another laugh from her. “Lemme remedy that immediately, baby.” Pulling back, he undulated his back, pressing deep again, angling differently so the head of his cock skated alongside Ty’s inside her.
“Ungh.” The sound Ty made wasn’t a word but conveyed how much he liked what Lewis was doing. His arms wrapped around Crissy, holding her in place as he pumped up with his hips, increasing the pace. Lewis matched him, trying to alternate the pattern so Ty thrust in as Lewis withdrew, ensuring Crissy was always filled with one of them.
“Still doin’ okay, Crissy?” Lewis bared his teeth as she twisted under him, angling her chin to look over her shoulder into his face. Mouth open, she was breathing hard, face flushed as she nodded. “All right, then. Gonna make you come so fuckin’ hard, honey. Wanna hear our names when you do. Gimme that, baby. Gimme you calling out how much you like it. Fucking hot and tight, and I’m bumping up against Ty every fuckin’ stroke.”
Faster now, sweat coated their skin, making every contact slippery. “Come for me, honey,” Lewis said, slipping a hand between her and Ty, hearing Ty’s gasp as his fingers glanced along her clit, coasting past to stroke the base of Ty’s cock before circling back around. Lewis rubbed side to side, and Crissy groaned. “Fuck, I’m close, honey. Come for me.” Tight circles of his fingertip over her clit, he caught it between his fingers and pinched lightly, feeling the pulsing firmness of her arousal. “Fuck.” Ty’s pace increased, and Lewis tried to match it again, seeing how big Ty’s pupils were, knowing he was close, too.
Crissy gave a whimper, then she tightened around him, a smooth-walled vise that was blistering hot, the pulsing of her clit changing to a hammering. A moment later she whispered something he couldn’t hear. Then she was coming, and all he could hear were their names. “Ty, please. God, Lewis, yes. Please. Please.”
Radiating throbs of heat hit his cock, and he watched Ty’s face twist, mouth opening on a silent cry, features warped in pleasure. Pounding into her now, it was a half a dozen strokes later, and he was coming, semen bathing her ass, heat surrounding his cock inside her and he grunted through it, rocking and groaning until he was wrung dry. He turned his head to press his cheek to her spine and draped himself across her back in the aftermath.
He rested there a moment, then lifted, hands framing her ass as he stroked down to her thighs, thumbs and fingers digging in, massaging muscles he knew had to be strained. Pulling back, he eased out of her, a fingertip circling her hole as it flared and clenched, then flared again at the renewed pressure. Bending, he licked her crease, teasing the tip of his tongue back inside to taste himself before he trailed down to where Ty was still buried, bottomed out inside her.
Using broad, flat strokes, he lapped at Ty, nudging Crissy’s ass with his fingers, getting her to slide forwards and off Ty’s cock. Still straddling Ty, she shifted up a couple of inches, just enough for Lewis to pull Ty’s softening dick into his mouth, rolling and sucking him clean. Swallowing down every trace of Crissy’s taste, he chased up Ty’s belly, abandoning his cock to lie coiled in a thatch of dark blond hair.
Lapping at Crissy’s pussy, he sucked and licked, suppressing a groan at the taste of musky salt, evidence of Ty’s enjoyment. Exploring every fold and dip of her flesh, he teased her clit out from its hood until she squirmed. Throughout all of this they were silent, and it wasn’t until he was done that he gave a thought to how Ty might have taken it. Kneeling, he pushed back on his heels, staring down at his lovers, Crissy’s pr
ofile showing her lips curled into a sated smile.
Ty blinked at him over Crissy’s shoulder, then the corners of his mouth tipped up as he said, “I was gonna offer to get a washcloth since you did most of the work. But you took care of it for me.” His eyes slipped closed, and he bent his neck to press a kiss to the top of Crissy’s head. Not a single ounce of disgust or awkwardness, and Lewis breathed a shallow sigh of relief.
“My dick still needs cleanin’ up.” He rocked back, settling on the mattress between Ty’s legs, draping his calves over one of Ty’s thighs. “If you’re offering.”
“I’ll get it,” Crissy said, stretching, her breasts lifting and arching out until Ty clearly couldn’t help himself; he reached up and cupped them, the muscles in his arms flexing as his thumbs worked across her nipples while she moaned. Voice more breathless than before, she murmured, “Y’all did all the work, that’s for sure.”
“The fuck was it you called us?” Lewis watched her walk across the room with appreciation, her naked, round ass shimmying back and forth with each step.
“What did you…?” The sound of water running in the bathroom covered the rest of her question, and he waited until she reappeared, wet cloth in hand.
“You called us something. Right as you came. What the fuck was that?” Knee to the bed, she settled onto her ass beside his hip, using the warm cloth to bathe his cock and balls, then she turned to Ty, performing the same duty there. “Lewty? You made up some kind of fucked up couples’ name or something. Called us Lewty. Right as you came.” He affected a falsetto tone. “Oh, Lewty, that’s so good. Please. Don’t stop, Lewty.” He leaned forwards, wrapping one arm around her shoulders, pulling her down across Ty’s lap with him. Ty pushed up on his elbows, looking down his body to where Crissy lay tangled with Lewis. “Oh, Lewty.” He kissed her softly, nuzzling along her cheek. “Lewty.” Her body shook with laughter, and he froze when her fingers threatened to dig in at his ribs.
Sighing, he levered a heel against the mattress, shoving them across the bed slightly, letting Ty extricate his legs. A moment later he felt heat along his arm around Crissy’s back, and then a large, rough hand settled on his hip. Lifting his head, he saw Ty looking at him from behind Crissy. “Sleep,” Ty said firmly. Crissy’s palm cupped Lewis’ cheek, and she angled his face down for another kiss.
“Sleep,” she echoed Ty’s command, wiggling as she snuggled down between the two men.
Lewis lifted on an elbow and leaned forwards, a final, fluttering uncertainty knotting his stomach. Then Ty wedged himself up, too, bending towards him. Their mouths met in a soft kiss, more a caress than anything else, comforting and reassuring. “Sleep,” Lewis agreed, collapsing down to bury his face in Crissy’s neck.
Chapter Fourteen
Po’Boy
Po’Boy squinted in disbelief as the man spoke to him over a scarred table near the back of a bar deep in Plaquemines Parish. “Gonna need more than that.” A broken fingernail caked with engine grease tipped the finger sliding the envelope back over in front of Po’Boy.
“You ain’t got no idea what’s on the table.” Po’Boy ignored the envelope, which he knew was respectably thick, and leaned back in his chair, hooking one elbow over the seat next to him. “Certain you can afford to turn down a sure thing without even knowing what’s what?” The unstated but implied question, was if the man, who’d been a reliable source of information in the past, could afford to piss off the IMC and Po’Boy.
“Yeah, seein’ as if I take it and you’re wantin’ to know what I think you’re wantin’ to know, I’m fucked either way.” The man shook his head, greasy strands of hair falling across his face. “I cain’t help ya, not this time, Po’Boy.”
Po’Boy didn’t respond. He didn’t stop the man as he began to push to his feet. Didn’t even stop the man when he turned to walk away. After a few moments, he called out one word, “Tessimine.” As he’d expected, the man reacted. Whirling to face Po’Boy, his face had gone pale, accentuating his gaunt features. Po’Boy glanced down and up, shaking his head at everything he saw. Receding gums, unkempt appearance beyond what one would expect for a backwoods boy, at least twenty pounds of weight gone as evidenced by his sagging jeans and too-large T-shirt. “You’re cookin’ over in Sun. CoBos frown on someone shittin’ on their plot. Prolly thought you was far enough to go unnoticed.” He sighed, holding his hands out in a “what do you want” gesture. “Jeff Tessimine is a fuckin’ idiot. Man don’t know when not to run his fuckin’ mouth. You didn’t count on that. Need to pick your partners better, dude. Sucks he jacked you like that.”
He used one booted foot to kick the leg of the recently vacated chair, moving it away from the table. “Come on back here. Sit down. You give me what I want, for what I want, I’ll overlook telling the CoBos about your meth lab until sundown. Gives you at least half a day to shut it down and shift it.” He leaned forwards as the man sat down, wrinkling his nose when he caught a whiff of unwashed body. “What you don’t wanna do is shift east into Bastards’ territory, and you for fuckin’ sure do not want to shift west into mine.”
Po’Boy settled back as the man grabbed the envelope and shoved it into the back pocket of his jeans without even opening it. “Now we’ve settled the question about what you are willin’ to take on, I do believe it’s time for you to ask me what I need.”
“What…” The man swallowed hard, and angled his head down, trying to hide his anger. “What do you need?”
“What do I need, what?” Now he was just taunting the man, and he mentally chided himself for it.
“What do you need, Po’Boy?”
“Got that right in one, boy. Good job. I need—” He settled his elbows on the table, palms laid flat on the surface. “—Deuces. Plain and simple. I need Deuces. Gimme everything you got on him.”
An hour later he walked out of the bar with a broad grin, glancing overhead at the dark clouds. As usual, he’d picked his source well. Seemed the man had everything he needed after all. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and he slung a leg over his bike, thumbing a text to Twisted. Got everything we need. Without waiting on a response, he shoved the phone deep into his pocket and headed onto the highway rolling north.
The man had more than he’d expected. Not only did he offer proof Deuces was dealing with Columbia, but he had a dozen routes that’d been opened up since they’d gotten Sam’s phone. Po’Boy was pondering the implications when he realized he was rolling into the south side of Ponchatoula, passing the carwash where he’d last set eyes on baby Abigail.
His mind immediately went to her and how fast the news had dropped her story. As soon as they knew she was safe and had family, gotten their weeping sound clips from a daddy grateful she was safe and alive, even as he mourned her mother’s death, the news stations had moved on to greener pastures.
Mebbe redder ones, he thought, reaching up to tug on his earlobe, fingers catching on the scar there as they always did, spending a second or two tracing it back to his scalp. His mind replayed the soundtrack to that day, hearing Jimbo say, “Poor boy, you done good,” adding in the unexpected belly drop when he realized it was Po’Boy the old man was saying. Named.
Seemed the news was full of tales of woe, something southern Louisiana had in plenty. There’d been a string of multiple murders, bodies left in plain sight as a clear warning, the only question was who was warning who. Other than disposal, there weren’t any clear similarities between the victims, at least that the news could put together. Hell, they can’t wipe their own asses most days. Sure as shit the po-po know more. Wish like fuck we still had an inside with the state boys. Incoherent had lost their inside man when he passed unexpectedly, and as hard as Twisted had worked his magic, they hadn’t been able to find another amenable person placed in the right position. Yet, he thought, snorting as he eased to a stop at a red light.
He glanced around, scanning left to right, and his heart stuttered when he saw a familiar silhouette in the front window of a dine
r. Staring closer, he realized his mistake, the man seated at the table was about three decades too young to be the one he’d feared seeing.
As he pulled away from the light, working his way up through the gears, Po’Boy shook his head. Grover. Motherfucker.
As much as he’d talked to Twisted through the years, his childhood had been one secret he’d held close to the vest. As far as Twisted knew, Ralphie Lewis had sprung full-grown onto the school playground that day. No reason to tell him any differently. Lewis let his thoughts slide to last night with Crissy and Ty and his mouth twisted sideways wryly. Two secrets. The expression faded.
Lewis’ father had run off before he was born, leaving his mother to birth him alone in the hospital in Hammond. Lewis didn’t even know the man’s name, or where he was from. Didn’t care either. His mother, Shirley, was destitute, her family, angry at her for being pregnant out of wedlock, had disowned her for deciding to keep the baby. One of the nurses at the hospital had told her about a job cleaning house down in Ponchatoula, for slim wages, but the job could include room and board for her and her baby. She’d never had to work for a living, but within days they were installed on the estate owned by Archie Grover, and those wide, expansive grounds were where Lewis had learned to walk and talk, ever conscious his real place in the house was up the back stairs to the dark and stuffy bedrooms reserved for staff.
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