Neither This Nor That Box Set 1

by MariaLisa deMora

  None of this was anything they’d done before, but the way it jolted electricity up his backbone in waves, crashing against his brain, it was something he was entirely on board with happening now. And again. And probably again. The sensation peaked and peaked, then ebbed only to lift higher again until Ty was panting out Lewis’ name, cursing with every other breath because he’d screwed up their time together. Coulda had this all along.

  Lewis’ tongue worked deeper for a moment, and Ty’s orgasm swelled again, impossibly huge, a giant stomping through his belly. Then it was gone in a flash when Lewis turned his face, rough beard rasping the insides of Ty’s cheeks before he retreated, a sense of loss even while he was licking and nibbling his way up to where Ty’s cock was still buried in Crissy.

  She whined again, the sound coming from far back in her throat. “Be still, sweet girl. Be still on our Ty. He’s on edge now, honey. Don’t make him come.” Lewis’ instructions drifted through the air and Crissy nodded, her hair falling around Ty’s face as she locked into place. “All of us gonna find ours tonight. Ain’t no rush for it, right?”

  “Speak for yourself,” Ty managed to mumble, stars still shooting behind his lids. “I feel like I already popped one, but I’m still ready to go.”

  “Magic fuckin’ button, baby. Magic fuckin’ button.” Lewis chuckled, and Ty could only imagine the smile on his face. “When you know, you know.”

  “Fucking hell. Do it again.” Crissy laughed at his demand, then gasped, and the muscles in her pussy rippled, pulling his cock deeper. “Or that, whatever you just did, do that again to our girl. Aww, yeah, that’s fine.”

  She panted hard, then keened, her body shaking. “I’m gonna come, Lewis.”

  “No, baby. Hold it back. Lemme just get you ready for me.” Pressure against the head of Ty’s cock meant Lewis had at least one finger in her ass, easing her open for his dick. “Mmmm. God, you are always so fucking tight. So good, Crissy. You’re perfect for us, ain’t she, Ty?”

  “Yes, God, yes. There’s just the two of you for me, no one else. Both,” something touched his ass again and he broke off, sucking in a hard breath as Lewis’ wet, slippery finger pressed and pressed, then broke through the outer ring, dragging in and out slowly. “Guh.” He twisted his head so he could bury his face against Crissy. Lightning shattered his spine again as heat filled his belly. His cock swelled, blood pounding through the shaft, and he held still, afraid he’d break the spell if he moved. “Ah, fuck. Fuck, man. Fuck.”

  “I’m thinkin’ we found somethin’ our Ty likes, Crissy girl.” Lewis groaned. “He’s just as tight as you are, baby.” The sensation backed off, fading as Lewis withdrew his finger, and Ty arched his back, the renewed deep sense of loss making him rock his hips. “Ah, yeah, chase me, Ty. Chase me and you’ll catch me. Just not right this minute. I ain’t runnin’ far, but I have a date with our Crissy’s sweet, sweet ass. Now, that’s not to say your ass ain’t sweet, because trust me, it fuckin’ is. But our Crissy—” Pressure against his dick increased, and Lewis’ fingers stroked along his base from inside her. “—comes first.”

  “She ready?” Ty tightened his abs, cock jerking hard, making Crissy gasp when he did it again, and again. He was on edge emotionally, riding the boundaries of being angry, but for no reason he could understand. It didn’t matter the why right now the reaction was threatening to overwhelm him. What the fuck’s wrong with me? He knew if he weren’t in the position where he was both under and inside Crissy right now, he’d be beating a quick retreat until he could figure out what had just happened. “Get the lead out, asshole. We gonna do this today sometime?”

  Lewis’ face appeared from behind Crissy, a frown tucking his brows together. He studied Ty for a moment, then dipped closer, chin hooking over the point of her shoulder.

  “Kiss me, lover mine,” Lewis demanded. “I can’t manage to stroke you like that while I’m in her, but I promise that someday soon, I’ll blow your mind with some backdoor bliss like you ain’t never imagined. Now, Tyler, kiss me.” He did, aggressively lifting his face to meet Lewis’, tongues tangling without hesitation. He let Lewis thrust into his mouth and then fit his lips and teeth over the invading tongue that filled him, sucking hard for a moment before going back to a supple twisting and stroking. A minute passed, and another, and Ty dropped into an easier rhythm, letting Lewis take the lead, following closely. Crissy made an approving hum from beside Ty’s head as Lewis pulled back. “You better, Ty?” Ty nodded, the unfounded anger having vanished. “Edging is hard on the mind, sometimes. Yours clear now?” Ty nodded again. “Alrighty then. Here we go.”

  Crissy swooped in and kissed Lewis, neck twisted to reach his mouth and he gave her the same attentive effort he’d given Ty a moment before. Ty watched as their mouths moved, tongues dipping in and out of view, the lush, wet noises playing with his mind until they nearly sounded like fucking.

  He imagined Lewis fucking her, but the movie playing out in his head became confused, because for a split second it was him Lewis was fucking, Ty’s dick sheathed in Crissy’s pussy. He clenched the muscles low in his belly, moving inside her shallowly, waiting. The instant Lewis broke the kiss, Ty was in there, taking ownership of her mouth, tasting Lewis and Crissy mixed, their flavors blended in a way he loved. She stilled on top of him and stiffened, then relaxed, the kiss slowing as he felt the blunt head of Lewis’ cock entering her.

  “So much,” she whimpered, and Lewis shushed her quietly, the pressure lessening for a moment before he moved again, pushing deeper. “Please, more. Love me, Lewis.” It went like that for minutes, Ty holding still unless directed otherwise, Lewis advancing and retreating as Crissy grew accustomed to taking them both.

  They hit a rhythm finally, a pattern of push and pull, and Ty loved feeling how Crissy moved with each of them differently. His cock had remained stiff and hard, head mushroomed out broad, seminal fluid mixing with what Crissy effortlessly gave him to create a slip and slide for his in-and-out movements. Lewis kept up his coaching through most of it, his voice dipping into a guttural gasp when Crissy arched her back. “Fuck, baby. Do that again.” Her torso rolled, shoulders lifting and ass raising, then the small of her back arcing up in a bow. “Jesus, Crissy. Work that ass, baby. How I love fuckin’ you with Ty, our Ty and I feel how he’s moving. He’s in and I’m out, and then I’m in deep again. Clamp down around me, I’m still pullin’ out and back in, givin’ this to you. Take what you need, baby, take it.” Ty reached up a hand and Lewis pressed his mouth to it, lips and teeth against his palm. Ty curved his fingers around the back of Lewis’ neck, thumb to his carotid, pulse pounding under his touch. “Aw, yeah, take what you want, Ty baby. Take what you want.”

  But then Lewis reared back and out of reach, and Ty felt the sting of disappointment. That didn’t last long, because a moment later, Lewis’ hands were cupping Crissy’s shoulders, pulling her back into him, shifting her back and forth on both their cocks.

  “Jesus, that’s so good.” Ty normally wasn’t too vocal during sex, but tonight felt different. Lewis was urging them both to do what felt right and talking to his lovers, his partners, the people who mattered most in his world—that felt right. “Crissy’s gorgeous, isn’t she, Lewis?” Every word came out separate, a burst of sound bracketed by a panting breath. “She loves us. You can see it in her face. Flushed, lips rosy, but the smile she’s wearin’ is the only thing I wanna see on her. She loves us, and we love her. And this is always—” Crissy moved just right, and he shouted, the sound echoing through the room, “God, baby. This is fuckin’ perfect. This, us.” He stared at Lewis, watching his face change as emotion rolled over him. Emotion and passion, because he picked up the pace, showing he was just as susceptible to what she did to them as Ty was. “You, Lewis. You’re so goddamned perfect for us. For me.”

  Lewis’ head tipped back, a cry bursting from his lips as his body locked up, dick shoved deep as he came. Ty could feel the pulses of heat radiating from Lewis’ cock. C
rissy was mewling softly, head shaking back and forth, hair trailing across Ty’s chest. He shoved a hand between them and lined up a finger on either side of her clit, knowing she needed more to get off right now, because it had been so good. Too good, if such a thing existed, and she needed a big push to get her over the hump and on the downward slide. He angled his heels out and lifted his hips, letting the push of his pelvis grind his fingers into her sex. She drew air through her nose, hard, letting it out on a high whine, and he stroked either side of her clit. Then when she groaned, he pinched, feeling the blood pulsing under his fingers.

  Something brushed his chest, the back of Lewis’ hand as he reached around to cup Crissy’s breast. Ty kept the pace, plunging deep, his cock sliding alongside Lewis’ still-hard dick inside her and the friction was incredible. Soft, slick, hard, wet—everything he wanted right here.

  “Come for us, Crissy. Come, baby girl, now’s your time, baby. Come.” Lewis had leaned over her back, mouth to the side of her head and Ty saw her lobe clasped between his teeth. “No more waitin’, Crissy. Come, honey.”

  She stiffened and her back rolled, hips crashing against Ty’s as she tightened around him a final time, her pussy pulling him deeper and then Lewis’ hand was in front of Ty’s face, thumb grazing across his lips and Ty pulled it inside, sucking hard, coming along with Crissy as she broke apart between them, connected to Lewis by her. Words were lost in sensation as he was flung higher than ever before, the climax seeming to spin on forever, lights and sounds and everything subsumed by the feeling of being here, with them, with her and him, and they were his. Mine. That was his last thought before he fell deep and hard, tension flowing away and relaxing finally, Crissy still tightening rhythmically around him. Then Lewis’ mouth was on his cock as he freed it from Crissy’s sheath, the hot suction pulling a couple of final pulses from him. Crissy hummed contentedly, and Ty knew Lewis was taking care of her, too.

  No, their Crissy hadn’t been shy about what she’d wanted. I just gotta find the same confidence. He rolled his eyes and sighed. Easier thought than done. Maybe I need to do research, so I’ll know what I’m doing? His brain flicked back to the memory of him on his knees weeks ago, and again tonight, where there’d been no fumbling either time. So, that act came easy enough to him. He moved restlessly, and Lewis’ fingers tightened on his hip, holding him in place. The promised backdoor bliss hadn’t happened, even when Ty had suggestively placed Lewis’ hand on his ass once. Once, like that makes me a confident prick. He squeezed his eyes closed against the light.

  In bed with these two was the only place he felt adrift. The rest of his life was metered, measured, and controlled. He knew what his role was and how to fill it, even when it changed, shifted, it was something he’d seen modeled enough that it felt comfortable to pull it on like a cloak. He gave a mental shrug. Maybe research wasn’t that bad an idea.

  Chapter Five

  Lewis

  “You know I don’t give a shit about that.” Twisted angled his neck to look over his shoulder back at Po’Boy.

  Here he was fully the MC officer persona, and other than occasional flashes of humor, Lewis slumbered in the back of his mind.

  They were standing in the office of the Mandeville clubhouse, watching out the window as Wildman and five or six other members worked their way around the various stations of the homemade gym set up in the back lot. Wildman was currently working on his long-time least favorite activity, inclined sit-ups. With every full extension up, he lifted his hand and flung a bird at the window as he shouted something Po’Boy expected was a strained “fuck you,” his normal conversation level when working out.

  “I know you don’t, and neither do ninety-five out of a hundred members. CoBos are smaller, boss. It matters more that he have their support.” Po’Boy shrugged. “Ace steppin’ down is a big deal, and Wrench is the only heir apparent. He needs me, brother.”

  “I need you.” Twisted turned from the window and faced him, fisted hands resting on the top of the desk.

  “Ain’t the same and you know it.” Po’Boy stepped backwards and sat on the arm of the couch. “I’m tryin’ to make shit work here, man. It’s hard as fuck, and I’m not convinced I’m doin’ even a half-assed job. I love the club, you know I do. Me bein’ your ride or die won’t change one whit. You cain’t get rid of me, not even if you tried hard. But it’s going to come to a decision, and soon, and I don’t want you to be…fuck, Twisted. I don’t want to lose you. I keep you, keep the boys, then it’s like I keep the club.”

  “Penny likes him for you.” Po’Boy rolled his eyes and Twisted laughed. “No, man. She does. She’s been different lately, and I ain’t sure what’s goin’ on, but the one thing she’s solid on is liking you and Wrench, and that Crissy gal together. Makes her weepy-eyed.”

  Po’Boy didn’t try to suppress his grin. “Ain’t me makin’ her weepy-eyed, brother. That’s a side effect of that bun she’s got cookin’. She still feelin’ well otherwise?”

  His heart warmed at the look that came over Twisted. The softening of his expression was wonderful to see, and the love for his woman shone from inside him. He wondered what it would feel like to know the woman he loved was carrying his child. Or Wrench’s kiddo. He shook himself, and Twisted studied him for a moment, expression puzzled.

  “Yeah, she’s past the sick-up phase pretty much. Now she’s at the eat-everything-in-the-house phase, which makes her a bit testy in other ways. She’s gained like eight pounds.” He rolled his eyes. “Looks good on her, but she’s worried. I’ve found there’s no way a man can tell a woman he likes her ass that’s going to make it okay in her mind.”

  “How you fixin’ that, brother? You needa keep Yousa happy, or I’ll be climbin’ up your ass about it.” Po’Boy tossed him a glower he couldn’t hold, laughing halfway through.

  “I keep tellin’ her and showin’ her. All a man can do.” Twisted leaned back, shoulders on the wall as he folded his arms across his chest. “You and your crew gonna help populate the bayous? Your woman’d make pretty babies, no matter the seed that spawned them.”

  Po’Boy huffed a laugh. “We’re still new. It’s early yet to be talkin’ a crop of kids.” He paused. “You think she wants kids?”

  “Shouldn’t that be a thing you know, brother?” Twisted chuckled. “Mebbe you should ask your man, too?”

  “Fuck you.” Said without heat, his words brought another grin to Twisted’s face, beard splitting to show a flash of white teeth. A year ago, that would have made Po’Boy crazy, sent him across the causeway to New Orleans and his suite, where he’d bury himself in flesh and forgetfulness. Now I don’t wanna forget a single minute with my two. It was a good difference, and only possible because of Twisted’s acceptance of every part of Po’Boy. Something he’d never expected. “Love you, brother.”

  “Ditto.”

  A pounding on the window made them both look, and Po’Boy burst into laughter at the image of Wildman standing right in front, posing, muscles on display. The man turned and tugged his jeans down, showing half an ass cheek as he looked over his shoulder, a provocative smile pursing his lips.

  “Don’t make promises you ain’t ready to back up, brother,” Po’Boy called out, shaking his head when Wildman pretended to look shocked, yanking his jeans up high, backing away from the window with both hands spread across his ass. “Fuck you.”

  “Fuck you, too,” Wildman called back cheerfully, laughing as he turned around. That stopped immediately, and he flung his hands towards the sky. “The fuck you think you’re lookin’ at?” He shouted at the two prospects who’d stopped to watch the exchange. “Get your goddamned probie asses back into it. Fucking hell, you don’t stop until I tell you to stop, and then you thank me for letting you goddamned breathe.”

  “He was a good pick up.” Twisted knocked on the window, and Wildman turned around, hand cocked behind his ear indicating he was listening. “Kick ass, Wild. Make ’em work for it. They gotta want it.”

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nbsp; With a nod, Wildman shouted back, “Quack, quack,” and both Twisted and Po’Boy roared with laughter at the inside joke now shared with another member.

  “Lotta things I’ll miss, you know? He’s one of ’em.” Wildman had been Po’Boy’s prospect, and in the time since he’d joined the club, he’d come a long way towards trusting the members. “You should take him to Retro’s next time you go, give him a broader understanding of how the world works.”

  Retro was president of a club in Alabama. While small, the friendly club had a long reach, Retro having cultivated connections all over the world. He was the go-to guy when anyone in the south needed info, and both Po’Boy and Twisted counted him a personal friend, in addition to a brother.

  “I’ll do that.” Twisted turned and stared at him for a long minute. “There ain’t really no other way, is there?”

  Po’Boy shook his head.

  “Well, fuck.”

  Chapter Six

  Ty

  “Fuck.”

  It was days after their connection in the living room, and he was finally home alone. He’d planned to do this sooner, but club business needed to be handled. Ace was stepping down as president of the CoBos at the next officer vote and, as he’d threatened to do in the past, had already thrown Wrench’s name in the mix as his replacement. There’d been only a few grumbles from members, and Wrench knew he could chalk most of those up to the fact they just didn’t like change, not anything aimed at him in particular.

  With one member, however, it was a different story.

  Aptly named Alcatraz, the old-school biker had spent more time than any other member in Louisiana’s Federal Penitentiary called The Farm, and Angola hadn’t been kind to him. He hadn’t gone inside on account of club business, but the CoBos never turned their backs on a member who was in jail, so his commissary chits and prison account had been kept up to date, and when the bank threatened to take his house, they’d bought the building, giving his old lady a place to shelter until her old man got out.