Neither This Nor That Box Set 1

by MariaLisa deMora

  Lewis didn’t respond, said not a word as he took Ty’s hand, fingers curling around his in a firm hold, tugging him towards their bedroom. Anticipation quivered through Ty’s belly, setting his hands shaking and he knew Lewis felt it when he paused and pushed Ty against the wall, stripping his own shirt off as he stared into Ty’s eyes, his hair wild around his face. Then they were chest to chest, and Lewis was devouring him, breaking him apart with a kiss that didn’t hold back, showing all the desire that had been dammed up inside. Ty met him stroke for stroke, gasping into Lewis’ mouth when fingers unfastened his jeans, one hand slipping in the front, one the back, both gripping and pulling, touching in different ways until he was dizzy with need. Cheeks stretched apart, the chill of air hitting his hole was counterpoint to the hot palm stroking his dick. When Lewis stepped back and looked at him, head tipped to one side, he wore a crooked grin that Ty wanted to kiss off his face as he realized what his lover had done.

  “I’m good,” he promised, and Lewis nodded.

  “Better’n good, you’re fuckin’ tasty. Gonna get me another mouthful here in a minute.” Leading the way down the hallway again, Lewis flashed a glance over his shoulder towards the outside door. “She made it just in time.” They didn’t slow, Lewis’ grip on his hand firm, implacable as the door opened. Ty heard the familiar thump of Crissy’s shoes hitting the mat just beside the entryway table, then the soft echo of her bare feet hurrying their direction.

  “Hey.” Fingers hooked in his belt loops and she laughed when she nearly took the loose pants to his midthigh. “This is a good look for you.”

  “Hey, baby,” he said. He yanked his pants back up, then held his arm out in invitation. She skipped up beside him and cuddled close so he could wrap her up tight. “Good to see you.” Lewis tugged on his hand and Ty looked up to see him walking backwards, smiling. “What did Lewis say when he called you?”

  Crissy giggled and pressed her cheek to his chest. “Told me he wanted to play.”

  “That’s all it took to get you outta work early?” Ty was surprised because she was dedicated to her job, attacking each day as if she still had to earn her way onto the graphics team at the ad agency where she worked. “Damn, I been slackin’.”

  “He’s never called before, so I knew whatever he wanted to play,” she gave air quotes around the word with one hand, “had to be good. I dropped everything, didn’t give a reason for leaving, just hooked it out of there fast as I could.”

  “I’m glad you’re here.” He kissed the side of her head, pausing while Lewis opened the bedroom door. “We made you a promise a few weeks ago. I told him we couldn’t break that promise.”

  “Oh, yeah?” She pulled away from him and went to Lewis, rolling far up on her toes to offer him her lips. Ty watched as they kissed, lost in each other within moments, eyes closed as their heads angled, mouths working against the other with soft sounds.

  “Yeah,” he whispered. “A promise is a promise, after all.”

  Lewis broke free first, heavy-lidded eyes lifting to Ty’s face. “In that case, I promise to give you everything you want, Ty.”

  Crissy had folded against Lewis’ chest, arms tucked in front of her, held there with Lewis’ arm. “What’d you ask for, Ty?” She turned her head and gave him a sidelong glance, the apple of her cheek lifting with her tiny smile, the one she kept close and only used when she was happiest. “Hmmm?”

  Things he couldn’t say aloud to Lewis earlier bubbled out of him, a result of the kiss in the hallway coupled with watching these two people he loved make out as they had, freed his tongue and he laid everything out there. No excuses after this. “I want Lewis to take me from behind while I’m inside you, wanna feel him moving behind me, in me, while you’re under me takin’ everything I have. That’s a long-term goal.” He gave a ghost of a grin, pushing through to the end. “But today, right now, I want to know that he wants me. I wanna be something he can’t get anywhere else, not anymore. I want to blow his mind, and fuck his ass however he wants, and I want you to be right there with us. Fingers and tongue and pussy, all mixed in with ass and cock.”

  “That’s a big order, Ty. We’re gonna need a stretch of time for all of that.” Crissy grinned at him. “Lewis, thank God you called when you did.”

  “Come into my lair.” Lewis leered and drew both of them into the bedroom. “Ty, I wanna see your hands behind your head. Get ’em out of the way, because me and Crissy…this is our show right now.”

  There wasn’t much left to undress on him, but Lewis and Crissy made a meal out of it. Ty stood, fingers clasped behind his head as ordered, giving up command for at least this portion of the night. Crissy was on her knees in front of him, tongue laving across his belly, stopping to nip and bite as she went. Her hands were on the seams of his jeans, tugging them slowly down his legs in deliberately teasing movements. Ty shuffled his feet out slightly to tighten the fabric across his thighs, wanting to slow her down because he needed to focus on what Lewis was doing, and if she got to his cock too soon, he knew he’d be lost.

  There was the rustle of fabric from behind, then Lewis was against him, molded to his back, hard cock thrusting against his ass. Mouth fastened to Ty’s shoulder, Lewis moved and shifted, each rolling change in position giving them more skin-on-skin contact. Guided by Crissy’s fingers, the waistband of his jeans slipped lower, and Ty gave it up, letting them fall as far as Crissy wanted. Lewis’ hips pulled away, then his cock was prodding between Ty’s cheeks, angled down and bumping low, thrusting in a slow rhythm between his thighs. “Oh, yeah, you were ready for this.” Lewis slapped his bare ass and made Ty jump, which made Crissy giggle. “He’s commando, girlie, and I do love a man with confidence like that.”

  Hard fingers skated along his ribs, slowly tracing every bump and ridge. A calloused palm slipped low on Ty’s belly, pulling him back firmly against Lewis’ pumping hips. Ty tipped his chin up, tightening his fingers’ grip in his hair hard as a reminder to be still while Crissy wrestled his jeans to the floor. She had him lift his legs in turn, one hand stroking his cock. Her hair brushed lightly at the join of his leg and hip, and he heard a wet sound that came and went in time with Lewis’ thrusts. Looking down, he watched as she lapped at the end of Lewis’ cock as it made a brief appearance between his thighs, sucking for as long as it was visible.

  “Fuuuck.”

  Hunger and desire filled her expression when she looked up. With one hand, she angled his cock down and let it slide between her lips the next time Lewis pushed his hips forwards. Now Ty was trapped between them, Lewis’ body behind him moving both of them in turn, and Crissy in front, letting them fuck her face with Ty’s cock. Work roughened fingertips twisted his nipple, and he hissed, then Lewis’ mouth was at his ear, and one of his favorite parts of any session with the two of them began.

  Voice low and rough, Lewis’ words flowed across Ty, giving him a glimpse of the man’s desire. “See our Crissy lovin’ you? You see that, Ty? She’s takin’ everything you want to give her. Feed that dick into her mouth, baby. She loves it like that.” Lewis’ other hand appeared in view, fingers threading through Crissy’s hair, gently holding her head still as he increased the pace and motion of his thrusts against Ty’s ass. “Fucking her face, baby. That’s you and me, we’re deep in it now. Suck his knob, Crissy girl, get it sloppy for me. Make it easy for me to sit on in a fast minute. Want his cock in my ass so bad. He’s gonna give it to me good, and I can’t wait.” Ty groaned, and Lewis chuckled. “Oh, yeah, he’s into all of this. Jesus, you’re so beautiful, Crissy. Lovin’ on our Ty like this.”

  Lewis shoved Ty deep, and Crissy gagged and choked, harsh sounds coming from her. But true to form, her hands flew to cup the back of Ty’s legs to hold his dick in place when Lewis would have pulled back. Now she was fighting Lewis’ grip on her hair, trying to take Ty even deeper. “Jesus, Crissy.” Ty felt and saw her swallow, the back of her throat closing around the tip of his dick, compressing tightly around him, the
muscles working to pull him deeper. He heaved back against Lewis, pulling out of Crissy’s mouth, leaving her gasping for a moment before she yanked him forwards again. “Baby, stop it. I’m gonna come.”

  Lewis released her, hand smoothing down the side of her face. “Pull off, Crissy. I want it from him. Give me this one, darlin’.”

  She drew back, keeping her tongue at work along the sides of Ty’s shaft, causing zings of electricity to jolt through his body, toes to groin, groin to belly, belly to brain. Fingers tingling, he curled one hand around Lewis’ arm across his chest, the other going to grip Crissy’s slippery chin between finger and thumb.

  “So fuckin’ good, honey. You make me feel like the king of the world. I love when you want me like that.” He angled her face up and pulled in a breath, hoping she could see in his expression how much he adored her. “Luckiest man on earth.” Mouth swollen, she smiled up at him, tongue coming out to lick along her lips. “Love you, Crissy.”

  “Love you, too,” she whispered back.

  “Bed, now.” Lewis’ voice was rough, filled with gravel. It rattled through Ty’s chest from where they were pressed together, and he groaned when Lewis pulled from between his thighs, the slick left behind the testimony to how much Lewis had been enjoying himself. “On your back, lover.”

  Ty crawled onto the mattress, flipping to his back as ordered, and looked up at Lewis where he stood statue-still at the foot of the bed. Crissy slipped onto the sheets next to him, her clothes having vanished somewhere along the way. He cupped a breast, lifting and caressing her, thumb roughing up her nipple before soothing with a gentler stroke. Lewis was breathing hard and fast, and Ty saw his hands clench into fists, then open as he smoothed them down his own thighs. “Lewis?”

  “God, the dirty, dirty things I want to do to you, Tyler Sawyer. I want to fuck your ass, hear you calling out for me to hit your button again, and again. Wanna take your cock hard, give you a ride you’d never forget, Crissy sucking me off as we came, you inside my ass, her mouth on me giving me what she gave you just now. I wanna eat you raw, fuck you with my tongue while Crissy rides my cock. So many things we have waiting for us, Ty. And I get them. I get it all, with you. You and our Crissy make all my dreams come true.”

  Ty lifted both hands and curled his fingers in a “come on” gesture, following it up with a voice he hoped didn’t shake. “Bring it, baby.”

  Lewis tongued the inside of his cheek as he shook his head slowly, then he put a knee on the edge of the mattress, hands to both Ty’s ankles as he yanked them to the sides of the bed, putting Ty on display. When the chill air hit his balls, he shivered, and Lewis chuckled. “You know how good you look?” Ty shook his head. “I could—” He dipped his chest to the covers, wedging Ty’s thighs wide with his shoulders. “—eat you all up. Gorge myself on all of you.”

  “Yeah?” Ty was still trying for some level of nonchalant, even knowing he was losing that battle quickly. “Eat me, then.”

  “That’s what she said,” Crissy mumbled and then shook with quiet laughter. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll be quiet.”

  “Don’t be quiet, Crissy girl.” Lewis scraped the inside of Ty’s thigh with either his nails or teeth. Ty’s head was shoved so far back into the pillow he couldn’t see anything except the insides of his eyelids. “Be bold.”

  She moved, head resting on Ty’s chest. “Bold?”

  Another scrape and this was definitely teeth, because it was followed by a hard suck, higher on his leg, Lewis’ cheek stubble rasping against his sac. “Yeah, bold. Be you, sweet girl. Ty?” He answered with a grunt. “You hungry, baby?”

  “God, yes.” Ty brought his head up, reaching for Crissy’s shoulders. “Come here and feed me, yeah?” She stared at him a moment, then scrambled to get her knees underneath her, Lewis laughing at the eagerness with which she responded to their blatant suggestion. She looked confused when he steered her to straddle his chest facing Lewis but relaxed when he told her, “You wanted to watch.”

  “That she did. Good call there, Ty. I’ll be sure to give our girl a show.” He couldn’t see Lewis now but had a grand view of Crissy’s heart-shaped ass, her strong back arching over him. He could feel Lewis, though, every movement slow and deliberate, bringing Ty closer to what he wanted. Lewis had sucked him off before, but that was normally either in tandem with Crissy or during cleanup after playtime, one of Lewis’ favorite parts. So when Lewis shoved a hand under Ty’s knees and lifted, he moved as directed, heels set far to each side. “Need some room to work, baby. I’m nearly ready, you get started up there. You and Crissy, y’all gotta do the same. Gotta put on a show for me.”

  There was the click of a lid, and then something cool drizzled on his cock. That didn’t make sense, because if Lewis was going to suck him off, he surely wouldn’t want the taste of lube to begin the evening. Shaking his head, Ty gripped Crissy’s hips and lifted, pulling her backwards until she was poised over his face, pussy lips glistening in the low light, her rich, musky scent engulfing him. “God, you smell so good. Wet? Fuck yeah. You liked suckin’ on me, didn’t you?” He raised his chin and then lapped at her, starting at the clit and pulling back to her entrance where he teased with the tip of his tongue. From this angle, he’d be able to travel across every sensitive inch and planned on doing things to her until she was screaming his name, or her version of their names. Ty suppressed a chuckle. “Oh, Lewty,” he murmured as a tease, licking along her seam again, lapping deep to pull her taste into his mouth. “Oh, please, Lewty.”

  Ty alternated between diving deep, thrusting and wiggling his tongue as far as he could reach into her slick pussy, and dragging his teeth and chin across her clit. Building her slowly, he urged her to move as she desired, his hands lifting, then pulling on her ass to slide her across his face. Then came the first slow stroke on his cock, and it had him pulling in air with a hiss because it felt so good. He’d been hard since before he and Lewis started their walk up the hallway, and it was a relief to be touched like this, knowing more was coming. The lube made for a slippery surface, each rock of his hips setting him through Lewis’ fist on a smooth glide.

  Then something touched his hole and he clenched up momentarily, the reaction instinctive. “Not a bad touch, baby.” Lewis’ voice was smooth as velvet, surrounding Ty with the silky tones, seductive and just so goddamned familiar it took his breath away. “This is gonna be so good.”

  Crissy made an impatient sound, and he realized he’d frozen midlick. Reclaiming his previous rhythm seemed impossible, but he found a new one, catching his stride with licking and sucking, rocking his hips up as Lewis stroked him steadily. The touch turned into pressure, Lewis’ mouth on his thigh, teeth digging in firmly as he pushed a finger into Ty. “God, yes.”

  Chapter Seven

  Lewis

  Ty cried out, voice soft and warbling with desire and the tiniest bit of fear. Lewis lifted his gaze to Crissy’s face, her eyes were closed, chin drawn down to her chest as she rocked back and forth over Ty’s face, the sound of him eating her loud and obscene, gloriously carnal. He loved them like this, raw and unfiltered, when they showed him everything.

  His hand stripped Ty’s cock with a carefully firm grip. For what he was going to do, he didn’t want Ty too excited but needed to keep him riding the edge of pleasure. Thick and long, the crown was mushroomed out, Ty’s dick angry red and jerking in his grip, the slit giving him a steady supply of fluid to supplement the small amount of lube he’d used.

  Lewis dropped his gaze to where his fingertip had breached Ty’s asshole to the second knuckle, nearly enough to stroke his prostate. He laid his mouth in alongside his hand, licking around his finger again, wetting everything he could touch with his tongue. In just a little further. He found the edges of the small spongy gland and touched it gently. Ty gasped and groaned, the muscles of his legs shaking with the effort it took to keep them spread wide. Lewis looked up to see Crissy staring at him, mouth open as she breathed fast, watching. Out, and the
n back in, with another careful touch and stroke, and Ty shouted, the barked sound inarticulate and wild.

  The sounds of him feasting on Crissy redoubled, and she rolled her lips between her teeth, biting down to stay quiet. Ty brought a hand around Crissy’s legs, fingers stroking along the cherry red clit Lewis could see peeking out from her lips. She groaned again, the tone deeper, more guttural and he knew that sound. That was Crissy’s tell for assplay, which she liked a lot. Nearly as much as I do. He again stroked back and grazed Ty’s gland with a brief touch, then withdrew his finger, licking and playing with Ty’s hole, giving the man a chance to get Crissy off. There was a deliberate focus to the sounds coming from that end of the bed, and Lewis recognized Ty was fighting to hold off a climax himself. If he could concentrate on either of his lovers, Ty could back off from the edge again and again, and tonight that was just fine with Lewis.

  “Crissy.” She looked hazy when she opened her eyes, and Lewis smiled. That’s a good look on her. She blinked owlishly. “Ty treatin’ you good, honey?” She nodded, curls of hair dancing alongside her breasts. “Sweet Crissy mine, I got a question for you. You listenin’?”

  Ty’s hand moved, and she gasped, then whispered through clenched teeth, “Yes.”

  “Sweet Crissy, our bold girl. Can I fuck you?”

  She blinked and opened her mouth, but the only sound that came out was a rising cry of, “Ty.”

  “Give it to her good, baby. She tastes so good, I know, you wanna eat your fill, but I got plans for the night. Bring it home, and then let me in there.” He tightened his hand around Ty’s cock, still stroking steadily, but now the rim of the head bumped against his fingers with every pass up and down. Wetting Ty’s hole again, he slowly pushed in two fingers, moving at a glacier’s pace to get deep enough. Then he was able to set up a scissoring rhythm inside, keeping constant touch against the nerve-clustered gland, first one finger, then the other, then the first again, using a familiar curling motion. Crissy called out and sat upright, hands lifting to her breasts, fingers pinching each nipple, pulling them taut and twisting.