Neither This Nor That Box Set 1

by MariaLisa deMora

  Without preamble, Ty grabbed the back of Lewis’ neck and pulled him close, kissing him hard. Lewis opened his mouth, taking in everything Ty would give him, running hot within seconds, cock already blood-gorged and thumping at the zipper of his jeans. Unexpected didn’t come close to covering it, and he rocked back on a foot to brace himself. Ty worked his mouth expertly, teeth and tongue competing for Lewis’ avid attention, only to find that the movement of Ty’s lips against his were mesmerizing, too.

  Fingers in his hair wrenched his head back, breaking the kiss and Ty immediately applied the same attention to his jaw, then neck, focused on his Adam’s apple. Ty’s nose nudged the collar of his shirt to the side and he threatened with teeth, biting hard enough to sting just when fingers found Lewis’ cock through his jeans, gripping and stroking.

  A dark laugh, there were deep chuckles rumbling through Ty as he lurched forwards, pressing against Lewis. “Fuck, that’s cold. What the hell is in your hands?”

  Lewis blinked at the ceiling, centering himself, having been driven to distraction by Ty’s attention. “I dunno.” He huffed out a breath as the grip on his hair released and he brought his chin down. “I don’t remember. Jesus, does it really matter? Fuck me, that was goddamned hot, baby. You hungry for more than supper?”

  “I came in here to talk to you, but your ass was in the air, and then all I could fuckin’ think about was bending you over the counter.”

  Lewis brought his hands to his belt buckle and laughed, because he had an onion in one, and links of boudin sausage in the other. “Here’s the chill you felt.” He shook his head. “Supper first, baby, then you can bend me over anything you want.”

  “I still get to watch,” Crissy called from the living room, laughing musically. “Oh, nothing, Bob. How’s Missy doing…” Her voice trailed off as she headed to the office for her video call.

  “Supper,” he told Ty. Bringing his chin down to his neck, he offered up what he hoped was a sly smile and held Ty’s gaze for a second. “Then we can give our Crissy a show.”

  He turned back to the sink to hold the onion under water while he cut it into chunks, then finished dicing it on a fresh plate, before he took the casing off the sausage. “Baby, I need a couple of eggs, and can you see if we got any bread crumbs? I can use flour and cornmeal if I have to, but bread crumbs work best.”

  Ty rummaged around for a minute and set the requested items on the counter. “What’s that gonna be? Thought we were having gumbo?” He shifted things to one side and set a bowl down. “I’ll make a batch of cornbread. Hot buttered cornbread always goes with everything.”

  “Boudin balls. Just fried sausage, nothing special. Like cornbread, it goes with just about everything.”

  The murmur of Crissy’s voice rose and fell in the distance while the two men worked side by side comfortably, economy of movement showing the kitchen was familiar ground for both of them. It took a few minutes, but Lewis realized the silence had gotten heavy, stifling, and when he glanced at Ty, he saw tension in the set of his jaw, muscles clenching in bunches as he gritted his teeth.

  “What’s up?” He’d moved on to preparing a yellow mustard potato salad, something his stepfather’s cook had always made to go alongside gumbo. Once in a while, Lewis would put it as a base in his bowl instead of rice, depending on the kind of dish made. “You got somewhat to say, just say it. No judgment in these walls.” He paused as he rinsed his hands, emphatically shaking droplets of water away as he ended with, “Ever.”

  Ty shot him a glance over his shoulder as he turned to the stove. The hot oil in the skillet was ready for his dropped spoonfuls of cornmeal mix. “Kids.” Head tipped down, he stared at the popping circles of yellow, surrounded by bubbles as it fried fast in the pan. “Crissy told me it didn’t matter, after you left the room, you know? She said we would always be enough.” His eyes darted to the side again, glancing off Lewis and back to the skillet. “Was a lie, though.”

  “Yeah, you see her face when she said she wanted ’em?” Lewis smiled. “Beauty, so much beauty there when a woman’s thinking about carrying life shared with the people she loves. She lit up like a roman candle.”

  “I wanna give her that.” Ty’s confession wasn’t surprising, and neither was his next statement. “But I don’t have that drive.”

  “Got no cravin’ to see a little mix of Ty and Crissy runnin’ around? We could call ’em Tissy.” He chuckled. “Or Cry, that’d work too.”

  “Lissy or Crew wouldn’t sound bad.” Ty laughed softly, sounding sad.

  Lewis fit himself against Ty’s back, wrapping his arms around his middle and holding tight. “Why’s that a bad thing, Ty?”

  “I dunno. It just feels sudden.” Ty shook his head, drifts of his hair brushing against the side of Lewis’ face. “Like out of the blue tonight, and it’s a big fuckin’ deal, deciding to bring another life into the world. Seems like it would be more talk and less ‘let’s do this thing’ to me.”

  “So, it’s sudden for you.” He shrugged. “Just means you aren’t at the same place she and I might be. Doesn’t make it a bad thing, either way. We’re not ahead of you, or behind you, just on a different timeline, maybe.” He gave Ty’s ribs a squeeze. “The idea of her pregnant with your baby, that makes me fuckin’ giddy. Your eyes in a kid’s face topping her smile? That’d be absolute beauty right there.” He slipped one hand down and cupped Ty’s belly as if he were a woman. “Her carryin’ my child under her heart? Spending her life and love and energy growing my baby, gettin’ to feel it grow and move and become its own self, protected safe inside its momma? That’s magic of the highest order. I’d be ready tonight, she wanted to start, but only if it fit your image of what we’re making.” He rubbed a circle on Ty’s belly, then dipped his hand down and scraped his nails across Ty’s thudding, hard dick. “This says there’s something in there you liked, baby.” He gave another light scrape, then kissed Ty’s neck as he glanced at the skillet. “Better turn those over, you’re gonna burn ’em.”

  Ty took a deep breath at the warning and flipped his cakes, then reached down and pressed Lewis’ hand tight to his crotch, hips rocking against the pressure. “You make a compellin’ case for the idea.”

  “No decisions made, nor do they have to be made now…but at some point, not making a decision is makin’ one, you know?” Lewis gave Ty’s cock a squeeze as he pressed his own dick against Ty’s ass, smiling against his neck when Ty seemed torn between thrusting forwards or back. “I gotta get my shit rollin’. I’ll make the roux, and then I’ll get the oil goin’ for the rest of it.”

  Forty-five minutes later, Crissy floated in, an expression of profound happiness on her face as she danced to where Ty was setting out bowls and plates. “Guess what, guess what?” She draped herself on his shoulder, pulling him around to face her. Chin lifted, she rolled up on her toes to press a smiling kiss to his lips. “Guess, guess!”

  “Uh, you found your favorite socks?” Ty glanced at Lewis. “You got anything better?”

  “Yeah,” Lewis said, putting the cover back on the dutch oven he had the gumbo in. “You found my favorite vibe and got it chargin’ up for me.” He waggled his eyebrows at her as Crissy laughed. “Vibe beats socks, hands down.”

  “Bob’s coming to visit.” She squealed and did a pirouette, coming to rest facing Ty again so she could lift to her toes and kiss him a second time. “And he’s bringing my Missy Prissy.”

  “That is great news, honey.” Ty wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close. Lewis took the three strides to put himself at her back and bracketed her with his body, hand around the back of Ty’s neck to hold tightly. “I can’t wait to meet both of them.”

  “Oh!” Crissy’s head came up and she nearly clocked Lewis on the chin, making him jerk back, and Ty laugh. “There’s so much to do.”

  “When are they comin’?” Lewis looked at the calendar on the front of the refrigerator, important job dates marked for Crissy, and club events
for him and Ty.

  “Two weeks.” Her answer was a sigh and her shoulders fell slightly. “That’s the date that worked best for both of us.”

  “Works for all of us, honey.” There was a span of days where nothing was marked, and the visit would fall in the midst of that. “How long can they stay? You want as much time as you can get, right? Not a quick trip?”

  “I talked him into a full week.” She burrowed her face against Ty’s chest. “I wanted more, but I’ll take what I can get.”

  “A week’s a good span of time.” Ty’s voice was husky, and Lewis looked up to see his eyes shining. “It’ll be good for you to be with the little girl, your niece.” He swallowed, and Lewis wondered what was going on. Ty wasn’t usually the emotional one, that role fell to Lewis more often than not. “I can’t wait to meet them, either.”

  “Supper’s ready,” Lewis reminded them and gave both a squeeze before he stepped away. “We got quite the spread, so fill a plate and let’s eat in the living room tonight. Watch the rest of that show or whatever.”

  “You just wanna cuddle on the couch,” Crissy accused him, taking a bowl from his hand and moving to the gumbo pot. “I feel bad I didn’t help.”

  “We had it covered.” Ty laughed. “Don’t get to be men grown and not learn how to cook a lick or two.”

  “Well, this—” Crissy plucked a piece of sausage out of the gumbo and popped it into her mouth, then made a show out of sucking the sauce off her fingers. “—is finger-licking good.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Ty

  Lying in bed with Crissy as they waited on Lewis to finish up in the bathroom, Ty idly ran a finger along her chest, between her breasts and down to her tummy. He circled her belly button with a light touch until it irritated her and she swatted his hand away with a scold of, “Tickles.”

  With his fingertips, he dragged up the hem of her sleepshirt, finally making his way to bare skin. She shifted beside him and spread her legs slightly, inviting him to go farther if he wanted.

  Oh, yeah. I want.

  He flattened his hand against her hipbone, found the edge of her panties and slipped underneath. Smooth skin, then the rough tease of hair, and then that glorious, slippery, creamy wetness just waiting for his touch. His breath hitched in his chest at the knowledge that this was his. All this—from the calm time in the kitchen with Lewis, to the snuggling and touching on the couch, and now the aroused partner at his side—all of this was his.

  Ty played to the soundtrack of Crissy’s sighs and soft moans, to the indrawn sips of surprise when he delved deep, fingers sliding into her effortlessly. His thumb strumming across her clit brought her hips upwards in a thrust as if she were a marionette and he controlled her strings. Palming her sex, he fit two fingers inside her entrance and circled the opening, around and around, until she huffed out a frustrated sound. He bypassed her pussy and dipped to her ass, circling and pressing until her hips shoved downwards, chasing his touch.

  Sliding down the mattress, he took the covers with him as he stripped her panties from her legs. She pressed her knees together while Ty shed his boxer briefs, kneeling at her feet naked. “Lose the shirt, too, honey.” Palm on her belly, he felt her muscles tense and shift as she removed it over her head, hair tousled and wild on the pillow. As beautiful as she was in this moment, he imagined the expression on her face from earlier and a deep longing to give her whatever she needed struck him like lightning. She wants a baby. Ty slipped a hand between her knees, spreading her wide for him. Certainty filled his chest with warmth and a broad dash of eagerness. She gets a baby.

  Timing would have to be right, and like Lewis had said earlier, that didn’t have to be decided upon right now.

  No, right this moment he got to love on his woman, knowing their man would join them in a few minutes, and be surprised and pleased at what he’d find in their bed.

  He was sprawled off the end of the mattress, legs dangling as he ate her hard and fast. Still in that position when Lewis strolled into the room, an entrance marked by his dark chuckle and a long, drawn-out “Daaammmn.” Mouth on her clit, lips pursed and sucking, Ty had his thumb deep into her pussy, his middle finger thrusting in and out of her ass in time with his attack on that delicate bundle of nerves.

  “Lewis,” she cried out, and Ty tilted his head to look up her body. Breasts clutched in each hand, her head was thrust back against the pillows as she soared higher and higher. Ty drew a knee underneath him, angling his ass up into the air in as open an invitation as Crissy had given him earlier. Lewis’ fingers drew a line of fire along the back of his thigh, up and up, until he gripped the ramrod hard cock dangling between Ty’s legs. Lewis gave it a twisty stroke that made Ty’s toes curl.

  “I do believe I found my way to the right place—” A wet, hot stripe was laid up one ass cheek, and Ty clenched in anticipation. “—to sate myself fully.” Hands on Ty’s cock and balls, stroking and rolling, pulling and tugging, Lewis burrowed his face between Ty’s cheeks until he could tongue his hole. A mind-numbing bliss stole over him, and Ty closed his eyes, fixated on the sensations Lewis was dragging out of him. A heavy buzz landed on the base of his spine with every lash of Lewis’ tongue, every wiggling dive inside, timed with another twist and tug on the head of his dick.

  Ty came back to himself with Crissy’s hand in his hair tugging his face against her as she reared up, legs tensing around his shoulders. “Please,” she called out, “Lewis, Ty,” and he redoubled his efforts, settling his chest on the mattress as he arched his back for Lewis.

  Touch against him slowed, eased back, and Lewis gave a wet, smacking kiss to his ass before Ty lost the heat of him altogether. Rustling came from off to the side, the crinkle of plastic and then the click of a tube that was unmistakable.

  Lewis crowded in beside him on the end of the bed, pressing Crissy’s knee wider to give him access. “Lemme have her ass, baby. Gonna rev her right up.” Crissy had bought a basketful of toys weeks ago, and they’d used a few of the tamer ones. Looks like Lewis is digging deep tonight. Ty drew his finger out, twisting his hand around to pull up on her pussy with his thumb. Her hips tilted, and he saw a flash of purple as Lewis slipped something between her cheeks. A click followed by a buzz had her fingers twisting harder in his hair, a soft cry set free on the air of the room. “Awww, yeah. Our Crissy girl likes that assplay. That’s butt plug number one for the night.”

  “Number one?” Ty lifted up and got a lungful of musky air, surrounded by the scent of an aroused Crissy and Lewis fresh from the shower, masculine bodywash mixing with her smells in a mouthwatering way.

  “Ummm hmmm,” Lewis hummed, disappearing again. “Continue on, Ty. Make our Crissy feel good, baby.” Another crinkle of plastic and snap of the lube top had him clenching his ass cheeks hard. Then Lewis’ mouth was back on him, hand on his cock taking long, hard pulls that would have him on the edge in minutes. A chill touched his skin, then something thin pressed against the ring of muscles around his hole. He bore down as Lewis had coached so many times, head snapping up when it slipped easily inside, Lewis’ efforts and the lube making the glide natural and easy. He felt full as the plug prodded gently, withdrawing slightly and then thrusting forwards, and then he stiffened because glowing sparkles had appeared around the edges of his vision, telling him Lewis had found his magic button. “Awww, yeah.” A click, but instead of a buzz like Crissy’s toy, he was hit with an irregular thudding against his prostate.

  “Oh, my God,” he breathed, chin lifting as his head arced up. “That’s…Jesus.” The plug shifted and clicked, and the thuds came in different intensities now, hard and slow then a beat of nothing followed by fast and light. Fucking hell. It was too much and not enough, all rolled up into one, and he groaned. Lewis’ hair brushed the underside of his neck, then Ty heard the soft sounds of his mouth on Crissy’s pussy. This is too… “Lewis, I can’t.”

  “I know, lover,” Lewis said, a broad river of desire in his roughened voice. “God,
I know. You crawl up there next to our Crissy, get on your back, get some pressure on it and work that thang. Make it your bitch. I’ll get my playtime from here.”

  He did, cock arrowed straight up at the ceiling when he rolled over, hips rising and falling as he found an angle and rhythm. He reached down to find the hard, plastic base wedged between his cheeks and gave it a tentative tug, finding it was snug, in no danger of falling out. Okay. Pressing against it with two fingers as he rocked up caused the sensation to become less intense. He held it there for a moment, then pushed the base down, lifting the tip of the device inside him and immediately saw the blinding white of stars, clutching at the sheets with his other hand.

  Heat hit his cock, followed by a light squeeze. When he glanced down, he saw Crissy had stretched out a hand, her thumb sliding across the tip where a steady flow of fluid streamed from the slit. Lewis reached up and put his hand over hers, the increased pressure and heat ratcheting up the level of Ty’s arousal even more.

  His head dropped back with a thud. It’s too much. “God, Lewis.” He lifted his head again, looking farther down their bodies to where Lewis was sprawled at the bottom of the bed, a wide grin on his face as he played with Crissy’s pussy, the hum of the toy in her ass now going up and down in volume as he teased with the intensity. “There’s…”

  “I know, baby. I know. Let it seep into you. Find your pace and follow it. Nothing you do is wrong, always remember that. It’s all pleasure, and we’re all in this together. You get yours, and we all love it.” Lewis’ arm moved, stroking fingers into Crissy’s channel. One of her knees was propped over his shoulder, and he dropped his face back to her pussy, tongue flashing as he lapped at her.

  Ty let his head fall back, losing himself to the sensations of his lovers’ hands moving on him, the plug pounding on his gland, the wash of cool air across his overheated skin. Sweat beaded on his chest and he swiped at it with one hand, fingernails pausing in a rough scratch across one nipple. Grip back on the base of the plug, he played, pushing it deeper and tugging it back, wiggling it to find the best angle, heels dug into the mattress to give himself leverage.