Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (27 page)

Resisting the urge to lock Roarke outside the bedroom so he could continue to pleasure their woman, he straightened and stepped back again, his gaze moving down from the soaked nipple, over the flat belly, to the triangle of white which, like the bra, only teased rather than shielded.

The blue butterfly tattooed on her mound was like a beacon, calling to him. Dropping to his knees, Grayson covered her pussy with his mouth and began sucking on it as he had her nipple. Marley moaned and bucked, pressing her flesh against his mouth, eager for more. He slid his tongue over the fabric, teasing her, and then slid his tongue behind the gauzy shield, delving between the delicate, swollen lips of her cream-covered sex.

When he felt her begin to pant he knew she was close to climaxing. He pulled back and heard her moan of protest. Just as he was about to help her over the edge, Roarke said hoarsely, “Lean forward, baby.”

Marley braced herself on Grayson’s broad shoulders. He knew what the other man was going to do as he now kneeled behind her. Her whole body jerked in surprise as their lover found her asshole with his tongue. It didn’t take a genius to know he would probe it with the tip, rimming it, and then probing again until she was a moaning, writhing mess.

Smiling to himself, Grayson, whose head was now between her breasts, reached between the legs she had spread to slip a finger beneath the thong. He began stroking her rigid little clit with his thumb as he inserted a finger into her vagina. She was so wet, her body flowing with hot, creamy juices.

“Oh, fuck!” Marley cried, her body going rigid as a powerful orgasm overtook her. Four strong hands held on to her as she rode it out, her pussy grinding onto his hand, while her ass pressed back onto Roarke’s tongue.

It was one of the hottest things Grayson had ever experienced. But both he and Roarke could say that. With the exception of the past few days when they had given her time, whether she appreciated it or not, to recover, making love to Marley was unlike anything either man had ever known before.

Being together with her brought something new to their relationship, which took it to a level they had never been to before. While they loved one another deeply and the sex between them had always been fantastic, Marley did something special. She completed them. There was no other way to describe it.

Roarke rose from the floor to sweep her up into his arms. He placed her on the bed and began stripping the bra and thong off her, leaving her only in the brilliant shoes.

“You just rest there, baby. I have to go get ready so we can play our game,” Roarke told her, grinning devilishly.

Marley, spread out over the turquoise satin bedspread, didn’t look like she was going to move anytime soon. She just lay there with a goofy grin on her face. Grayson began unbuttoning his shirt, smiling down at her. “You look real comfortable there, butterfly. Do you think you’re going to have enough energy to play with us?”

A soft, sexy laugh escaped her swollen lips, and her blue-green eyes sparkled with naughtiness. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

* * * *

A short time later they were standing naked in the living room. Well, she and Gray were naked. Roarke was wearing Western boots, black leather chaps with fringe down the side of the legs, a red bandana around his throat, and a black felt, Western-style hat.

Her gaze went over him with interest, examining him from head to toe. She took a deep breath and sighed out her pleasure. She believed all hot cowboys should go around in nothing but chaps. His long cock was jutting outward and his balls were hanging in the most tempting manner. She wanted to suck his cock again and play with the heavy sac, but what she wanted even more was to watch Grayson fuck their lover.

With her pussy clenching hard and her puckered nipples aching, Marley was ready for some action. One orgasm just hadn’t been enough. Hell, it hadn’t even taken the edge off. Her eyes opened wide as Grayson went to the closet in the hall and came back with a lariat.

“What’s that for?”

Grayson grinned. Her gaze went over him as well as he readied the rope. His cock was already encased in latex. She was amazed condoms even came in super large. Roarke, she learned, had been wearing a butt plug, something she wished she had thought about earlier. Since she had plans of the naughtiest kind, it would have been a real time-saver.

“We have to rope our wild cowboy first so we can break him to ride.”

“Grayson growing up on a cattle ranch did teach him something,” Roarke joked just before the loop was expertly thrown and he suddenly found his arms tight against his body. Now she knew why they had to be in the living room. No other room she had seen really had the space to accommodate a tossed rope. Roarke “fought” as Grayson pulled, resisting being wrangled, his booted feet trying to find purchase on the hardwood floor.

“Oh, hot damn!” Marley whispered, watching in fascination as Roarke was brought to his knees by the larger man. He was then trussed up so he was kneeling on the floor, his torso resting on the leather couch. Grayson left them alone for a moment. She barely registered the fact. “This is so fucking hot.”

“Here,” Grayson said, getting her attention. “You can’t ride a cowboy without the proper equipment.”

The “proper equipment” turned out to be a strap-on dildo. It wasn’t very large and she was relieved, considering she was a beginner and all. She had never fucked anybody in the ass before and certainly didn’t want to hurt him.

It only took a moment to put it on. She danced around and wiggled her hips, laughing as her “cock” bobbed and weaved. She was pleased to discover it had a mini vibrator attached so it would stroke her clit every time she thrust her “cock” into Roarke’s tight ass. The thought pleased her so much she danced some more.

“You’re in so much trouble,” Grayson told Roarke with a throaty laugh.

Tied as he was, Roarke couldn’t move enough to turn to look to see what she was doing, the brim of the hat completely blinding him.

“Can you teach me to rope? I want to catch him next time.”

“Sure, baby. Now, why don’t you get some lube on that pretty cock of yours while I get our cowboy ready to ride?”

“Sure thing, pardner!” Marley said in a gruff voice, lowering it so she could sound “male.” The bad impersonation was ruined further by a very feminine giggle. “He sure is a mangy varmint. I don’t think we’ll be ridin’ him all that far.”

“Well, ya never know ’bout these here range cowboys,” Grayson responded in his best movie cowboy twang as he walked back and forth behind Roarke, looking him over. The sculptured male buttocks and heavy sac hanging between powerful thighs was a real turn-on. She stared, her breathing quickening as her excitement grew. “They’ve got a lot of spirit even if they do look all broke down. Why don’t ya put this here blindfold on, then we’ll get a bridle on him, see if he can be broke.”

It only got better and better. She took the blindfold from him then quickly took the black hat off so she could slip it over their lover’s eyes. She dropped a light kiss on his forehead before she reached for the bridle with a shaking hand. There was a hard rubber bit which she gently put into his mouth. The very idea of it was turning her on big-time. She could feel the trickle of her pussy juices on the insides of her thighs. The tightening deep inside her was a precursor to something bigger and better. She knew it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge into a mind-blowing climax.

With the reins draped over Roarke’s broad shoulders, Marley stepped back.

“It’d be best if I ride him first, you being a greenhorn and all,” Grayson said, kneeling on the rug that stretched the length of the couch. He played with the butt plug, wiggling it, twisting and pulling, until Roarke began trying to hump it. “Hold on there, boy! Calm down! No need to work yourself up into a lather.” A large hand patted a firm buttock. “Just calm down there, boy. That’s it.”

Marley held her breath as she turned the vibrator on. With a hand on her “cock” she began stroking gently, each downward thrust causing the vibrator to hit her clit. It sent such a charge of sensation through her womb she couldn’t help but moan. Pinching a nipple between her fingertips, she began pulling and twisting as she watched in utter fascination as Grayson pulled the butt plug from Roarke’s ass. The ring of muscle quivered even as lubed fingers pressed into him, dipping and probing until he hit just the right spot.

A low moan of pleasure was torn from Roarke’s throat as Grayson stroked his prostate. She watched in awe, her pussy quivering, as the fingers were withdrawn and the wide head of a cock was introduced. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched inch after inch disappear into Roarke’s tight ass. Both men groaned their pleasure as Grayson bottomed out.

They took a moment just then, neither man obviously wanting it to end too soon.

Then Roarke bucked back against the man riding him. Grayson grabbed the reins, holding them tight, before slapping their lover’s taut ass.

“You’re a wild one. I’m going to have to show ya who’s boss around here, ya mangy varmint.”

One hot breath later and Grayson was fucking Roarke as hard and as fast as he could. The two of them together, playful and lusty, were searing every neuron in her brain as she watched with wide, amazed eyes. The wild cowboy thrust back, seemingly trying to unseat his rider.

Grayson held on, determination on his face. Sweat beaded on the two hard male bodies. Marley could feel an orgasm coming on. She shoved her cock as far back as it would go. The vibrator hit her clit and she came, screaming, her body trembling as she collapsed to her knees beside Grayson.

He followed a moment later, roaring his pleasure as he pumped his cock in and out of Roarke’s ass with wild, erratic strokes. When Grayson moved away he motioned for her to take his place. Taking a deep breath, Marley slid her cock gently into Roarke’s eager body.

The ride Roarke gave her was a good one. Her cock slid in and out of him, obviously hitting him in just the right spot with every inward stroke because his moans became almost one continuous sound. With the small vibrator stroking her clit and vibrating the shaft, she knew it wouldn’t be long before they came. The whole game was so hot there was no way she could hold off. Hell, she didn’t even want to try!

Grabbing Roarke by his narrow hips, Marley began to fuck him faster, but with great care. She was still unsure just how rough she could be. Not that she wanted rough. She just wanted to give them both as much pleasure as could possibly be achieved.

A low moan of pleasure left her lips when a big warm body pressed up behind hers. Huge hands covered her bouncing breasts, strong fingers rolling her nipples. Closing her eyes, Marley let her head fall back onto Grayson’s shoulder. She fucked Roarke. She soaked up Grayson’s touch.

Roarke came with a loud shout of pleasure, fucking his own ass on the fake cock as Grayson braced her. Marley came a split second later, her body arching, her scream of pleasure renting the air. A million golden stars exploded behind her eyelids as wave after wave of ecstasy pounded against her.

She fell back, gasping, her fingers biting into firm flesh, as she tried to find herself again. Strong hands were there for her, holding her, stroking her, as warm lips caressed the side of her neck.

“Uh, I hate to ruin the moment, but could someone untie me?” Roarke mumbled around the bit in his mouth.

Neither of them moved. They stared at one another, the heat of lingering passion in their eyes.

“Do ya think we broke him, little lady?” Grayson grinned.

“Yes, I think we did,” Marley laughed, cuddling closer to the massive chest. She was so darned happy it almost hurt. “He was a real smooth ride.”

“Hey, still tied up here…”

* * * *

Roarke’s heart thundered in his chest as he slipped back into the bed with his lovers. Grayson was in the middle now, where they had put Marley hours before after feeding her a decadent treat of chocolate mousse. She had smiled, kissed each of them, and then snuggled closer before opening her mouth for another spoonful.

Now he held his breath as he settled down next to his longtime lover and partner, hoping the man didn’t wake up just yet. He had to get used to this new part of himself. He had thought about it a lot since making his online purchases. It wasn’t something he was completely comfortable with yet. That would only happen after Gray had seen him, had claimed him.

As it happened with longtime lovers, Gray reached for him in his sleep. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer to the warmth. “Mmm, you feel good, babe,” he mumbled against his temple.

Relaxing a little, Roarke cuddled closer. He might be a man, but one thing he did enjoy was to simply be held by Gray. He fell asleep with his head on the other man’s shoulder, the scent of him giving Roarke a sense of comfort.

When a strong hand slid down over his hip Roarke woke with a start. He held his breath as Gray began exploring the unfamiliar garment he was wearing.

“Sssh, stay still,” Gray whispered against his ear. “I want to feel you.”

Roarke’s cock slapped his belly as he was moved onto his back. He was amazed it was still hard. He was so terrified at that moment he half expected it to shrink and hide.

Firm lips touched his ear. The deep voice growled sexily, sending shivers of pleasure over his body. “Relax, babe. Everything I touch is so fucking hot. The feel of your warm skin and then the satin covering it is like something out of my wildest dreams. I’m trying to imagine what color it is, what you look like in it.” Gray placed another kiss at the edge of his mouth this time. His lips ached for a kiss, something to take his mind off what was about to happen. He whimpered, wanting more. “Sssh, be still, my love.”