Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

“Gray told me you didn’t climax earlier. I’ll have you know I gave him hell for not taking care of your needs. So now I’m going to take care of that for you. Now, you just lay there and enjoy that chocolate while I enjoy you.”

She could do that. Closing her eyes, she moaned as she bit into the chocolate and the creamy goodness exploded to life on her tongue. As she did so Roarke draped her legs over his broad shoulders and dipped his head to swipe his tongue over her exposed flesh, licking her from asshole to clit, his tongue cleaving between the swollen petals of her sex. Marley moaned again, her hips jerking, as his hands moved under her ass to control her movements.

Having someone in such intimate contact with her pussy was another thing she’d never experienced. Although she’d had sex, there was always a place where she drew the line. Oral sex seemed to be an even more intimate act than simply having a cock inside her pussy. It seemed something she would only want with someone special.

Had she found her someone special? She swallowed the first small, melted bite of chocolate as she contemplated that. The sweet aftertaste was pleasant. Roarke’s tongue thrust into her cream-filled pussy, making it nearly impossible for her to think.

But she had to think. Had she found her special someone in Grayson and Roarke? It was true she found both men terribly attractive, more so than any men she had met before. But was she ready to make any kind of commitment?

Roarke’s tongue stabbed at her again, making focusing even more difficult. Obviously his intent now was to get her to focus on him. She took another bite of the chocolate, sucking on it, as she tried to imagine what he looked like there, a dark fallen angel, between her legs, his mouth connected to her body in a most intimate manner.

Marley came unexpectedly with a scream, her body arching off the desk, fire flashing along her veins as her legs tightened and her heels dug into the muscular wall of Roarke’s back. Strong hands tightened on the flesh of her ass, cupping the twin mounds tightly as he licked and sucked, taking every bit of her juices as she fell back down to the worn, wooden surface of the desk. She panted hard, her hands gripping the edges, as she reexamined the reasons why she shouldn’t involve herself with anyone at this time in her life.

All past arguments against it faded away as Roarke began suckling on her clit, winding her up again. She moaned and pushed, eager for one more. She thought about having his mouth on her as it was now while she sucked Grayson’s cock down her throat. The image was burned into her brain, a fantasy she wanted to bring to life. And if she was handcuffed again…

Marley’s next scream of pleasure had the dogs whining in distress in the hallway. She didn’t hear them. There was nothing outside her passion-hazed world.

She couldn’t think of one reason at that moment why she shouldn’t give Grayson and Roarke a chance.

* * * *

Roarke knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn’t help it. As he walked into the house and dropped the groceries on the counter, he thought about their butterfly. Marley’s cooperation in her own seduction had amazed him. Actually, it had shocked him. After what Gray had told him about his visit to the gallery that morning, he had known he couldn’t wait until he saw her for himself.

“Hey, babe,” Gray whispered huskily, coming up soundlessly behind him. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him close as his neck was kissed and nibbled on. “How was your day?”

“As interesting as yours,” Roarke informed him, turning in his partner’s embrace.

A dark-blond brow arched. A look of interest entered the green eyes. “And what happened that was as interesting?”

He wiggled his straight black brows. “I got to taste our pretty butterfly’s sweet little pussy.”

Gray was stunned. “How did that happen?”

“She came into the liquor store on her way home, just before I was to close up. I took her in the back, seduced her with chocolate, and then had my wicked way with her.” Roarke stroked the hardening flesh behind Gray’s zipper. “She has a naked pussy. And a butterfly tattoo on it.”

“She doesn’t!” Gray groaned and he knew it was from disappointment that he hadn’t seen it for himself.

“She does. I made her come twice.”

“Lucky bastard.”

“She’s a screamer. It’s a wonder no one called to report it.”

Gray laughed. “I wish someone had. Then I could have handcuffed both of you and had
my
wicked way with two sexy prisoners.”

It was Roarke’s turn to groan. “You’re going to kill me. Next time I’ll just call you myself.”

“Do that. Now, tell me, did you make plans to see her again? I wasn’t able to get back to the gallery today. I had to help round up half of Randolph Miller’s herd this afternoon. Damn cattle wouldn’t go anywhere I wanted them to. Couldn’t do much more than block the road with my cruiser. One fucking steer jumped up on the hood to make its escape. You should see the dents.”

“Which is why you left the ranching to your brothers,” Roarke reminded the man needlessly. Gray unbuttoned the white uniform shirt, peeling it back as he went. Roarke’s mouth watered, as it always did, when he saw all Gray’s sleek, tanned flesh. “I don’t want to talk about cattle anymore.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” His husky chuckle was choked off as Roarke latched onto a brown disc, suckling as his hands pulled the shirt from the waistband of Gray’s tight jeans. “Love your mouth, babe. I bet Marley loved it, too.”

He released the pebbled nipple from between his lips to look up at Gray. He grinned. “I did mention I made her scream twice, didn’t I?”

“Hmmm, impressive, but I thought it was only once.”

“Nope, it was twice.”

“I shouldn’t have left her hanging like that.”

Gray sounded so contrite Roarke knew he would have to do something to take his mind off his neglect of the woman they both wanted to fall in love with and marry.

“Come on, big boy. Let’s go get a shower, and then we can make supper.”

“I wonder what Marley’s doing for supper.”

“I imagine Ellen will make something for her. Marley said she wanted an early night. She said she didn’t get much sleep last night.” He grabbed Gray by the hand to lead him upstairs and down the long hall to their bedroom. “I was going to ask her to come over, but I didn’t want to scare her with too much too soon.”

“I’m still shocked at what happened with her today. I never thought anything like that would happen. She was so damned sexy. You should have seen her on her knees with my handcuffs on and my cock in her mouth.” Gray had told him about it when they met for lunch. Roarke had sucked his cock while he listened to every sizzling detail. The other man had obviously been reliving the moment because he had come very quickly. Now they were in their bedroom, which was across the hall from the room they planned on sharing with their wife. When they were a little more certain of Marley they could begin planning how it should be decorated or would let her do it. “Do you think we should call her?”

Working the buckle holding the package together, Roarke nodded. “We’ll call her after a bit. That way she’ll know we’re serious and not just playing with her.” He pulled the belt free, tossing it aside. Then he was carefully pulling the zipper tab down, teasing himself as much as he was teasing Gray. “I think she likes being teased into having sex.”

“The chocolate was fun. We’ll have to think of more games to play with her.”

Roarke forgot all about thinking and talking as Gray growled and shoved him none-too-gently back onto their bed. His cock ached whenever his lover got all rough and tough. Though the man liked to flex his muscles, he had never struck him, nor done anything else which would be considered cruel or abusive. Besides, Roarke liked it when the other man demonstrated how much stronger he was. Not that he was a wimp himself. No, he was six feet tall and in shape. He could hold his own when they were in the mood to wrestle for control. It was just more fun to be overpowered. He was in the mood for a little masculine domination, something Gray was very good at.

“Come get me, big boy,” Roarke invited with a laugh.

Gray growled again. His green eyes were the color of emeralds in his tanned face as he stared down at Roarke with undisguised desire. “Oh, I’m going to get you, all right. I’m going to fuck your beautiful ass until you can’t walk straight.”

Strong fingers caressed his balls for a moment before sliding beyond. They rimmed his asshole, teasing him, making him moan until he began pressing against them. It wasn’t until he was about to shoot his own load that Gray reached for a condom and the lube. A moment later he was being stretched, prepared by the man he loved. His hands stroked over the long back, exploring the powerful muscles, every ridge and valley between. Gray was incredibly fit and always had been, even when he had been the gangly-limbed cowboy who’d seduced him when they were teens.

Not that all that much seduction had been needed. Roarke had been drooling over the tall cowboy since he was fourteen. It had been a hard three years before Gray had made a move, telling him that he couldn’t wait any longer to tell him how much he loved him, and to show him. Still, he had been seventeen to Gray’s nineteen. They hadn’t done more than kiss and stroke each other off. When he finally turned eighteen a few months later they took it to the next level. They had been each other’s firsts. Neither had known another man, though they had explored the other side of their sexual natures a few years later, when the opportunity finally arose with that hot college girl in Silver on a skiing vacation with her family.

Roarke locked his ankles around Gray’s waist as the other man pressed the head of his cock against his asshole. With one firm push he was sliding deep inside, burying himself balls deep. They both groaned at the most intimate contact. As Gray rested his forehead on Roarke’s they stared at one another for long, tender moments. Then the man above him pushed up onto his powerful arms and pulled almost all the way out of his dark channel, before plunging back in.

With his fingers curling into the sheets, he enjoyed being ridden hard, his eyes closed, imagining what it looked like. Gray was such a powerful, handsome man. His cock was long and thick, with a wide head which turned an angry red when he was close to coming. He wanted to see it plunging in and out of his ass. It had to be a beautiful thing to see. Sure, if they made some adjustments, he could see it. But he wanted to see it from a different angle, which only a mirror could provide.

“We should get mirrors,” Roarke groaned. They had talked about it before, but had never gone the next step. “I want to see how your cock looks fucking my ass.”

“We will,” Gray grunted, smiling above him. “Promise.”

“You always say that.”

“I mean it this time. I want to see that, too. And now I believe we have a lady who likes to play games. It would be fun to play them in front of mirrors. Give me that hot mouth of yours.”

Gray was a fantastic kisser. Their mouths melded together. They moaned deeply as the angle of how their bodies were connected changed. Strong arms wrapped around him, lifted him, as he continued to pound into Roarke’s asshole. The man was truly determined to fuck him until he wouldn’t be able to walk right.

When the kiss ended, Roarke grabbed his throbbing cock and began fisting it. His balls were drawing up tight to his body. “Wait until you taste our little butterfly,” he said hoarsely. He saw the darkening of Gray’s eyes and the flaring of his nostrils. The cock in his ass hardened perceptibly. “Her pussy is so smooth and sweet. I licked her from her little pink asshole to her hard little clit, her creamy juices coating my tongue.”

That did it. Gray roared and slammed into his ass, pounding into him over and over until his body arched, jerking a few times as his heavy balls emptied. Roarke’s own cock pulsed in his fist, creamy ropes of semen spurting over his hard belly and chest. He collapsed, panting, his body slick with sweat. Making love with Gray was always a fantastic workout.

And the man never forgot one very important thing. Lowering his head, he kissed him again. “I love you.”

Roarke smiled at him, his heart swelling as it always did. “I love you, too.”

And hopefully soon they would have Marley to share their love with.

* * * *

Grayson laughed as Roarke tried to cook supper while Chug, their two-year-old English bulldog, tried to skateboard in the kitchen. He had brought the board in, obviously eager to play now that his daddies were home. The hard nylon wheels clicked over the spaces between the ceramic tiles as he went from one end of the huge kitchen to the other. It wasn’t until Roarke needed to move a pan from the stove that he put a stop to the dog’s play. Bailey, their Labrador, knew enough to stay out of the way of the playful bulldog. She was stretched out on her bed in the corner, taking it easy.

“I was wondering how long you were going to let him annoy me with that,” Roarke groused as he emptied the pasta into a colander suspended in the sink. Steam billowed out and into the room. “I shouldn’t give you any of the freshly baked Italian bread I bought at the bakery. Or any of the salad I made.”

“With baby tomatoes?”

“Yes, with baby tomatoes.”

“Then I’m very sorry I let Chug annoy you.”

“You don’t sound very sorry.”