Love Slave for Two: Reckoning [Love Slave for Two 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

He felt the head of Tom’s cock press against his rim without penetrating. Perhaps anticipating Tyler’s desire to simply push back and impale himself on it, Tom’s hands grabbed his hips, his fingers digging in just short of painful. “You want this cock inside you?” Tom asked.

“Yes, Sir! Please!”

“Beg me for it.”

His need overwhelming, Tyler nearly burst into tears. “Please, Sir, please fuck my arse! I want to feel your cock inside me!”

“Who does this ass belong to?” Tom barked, smacking his ass again.

“It’s your arse, Sir!”

“Good boy.” Tom plunged hard and deep inside him, stroking the head of his cock perfectly across Tyler’s gland in the process. Tyler cried out as his cock exploded all over the sheets. Tyler fisted his hands in the bedding and held on, trying to move with Tom, but Tom held him still and did the driving.

“Dammit, you already came, didn’t you?” Tom grunted.

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir,” Tyler admitted, loving every second of it and already feeling his cock impossibly stirring again.

Tom started slapping his ass. “Didn’t tell you to come, did I?”

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.” He felt his cock stiffen with each slap.

When Tom reached around him, he chuckled. “You like that, don’t you? You like me spanking your sweet little ass.”

“Yes, Sir.” He moaned louder as Tom slowed his thrusts to match the rhythm of him stroking Tyler’s cock.

“You’re gonna come again for me.” It wasn’t a question, but a command.

“Yes, Sir.” He closed his eyes and enjoyed the way Tom bottomed out inside him, his thighs pressed against his, the coarse hair on his legs rubbing against his flesh, the heat of his body washing through him, the musky smell of their lovemaking and the tang of his own juices already splashed on the bed.

“That’s it.” Tom picked up the tempo. With every thrust of his cock, his hand stroked Tyler’s shaft. “You’re gonna come hard again for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir!” Tyler felt his mind already spinning away into a beautifully light and floaty place. A feeling he hadn’t felt in far too many years. Better even than an orgasm, it was blissful subspace.

“Then you hurry up and come for me. I want your sweet ass squeezing my cock when I come.” With his other hand, he started smacking Tyler’s ass again.

It was all he needed. With a cry, Tyler let loose another load, coating Tom’s hand with his seed.

“Good boy!” Tom let go of Tyler’s cock and grabbed his hips again. In a few hard thrusts, he came with a grunt, buried as deeply as possible inside Tyler.

Tyler gasped, feeling Tom’s cock throbbing, emptying, and eventually growing limp inside him.

Tom collapsed on top of him, rolling them to their sides. “Here,” he said, his voice thick. “You made a mess.” He held his hand in front of Tyler.

Tyler clutched his wrist with both hands and eagerly began sucking his juices off Tom’s hand, every finger, using his tongue on his palm, doing such a thorough job Tom finally began to laugh.

“Okay, buddy,” Tom said, his voice full of amusement. “You did good.”

Tyler pressed his back against Tom, wanting full contact with him. “Thank you, Sir.”

Tom hugged Tyler’s body close and kissed the back of his neck. “In all seriousness, was that okay? I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Tyler vigorously shook his head. “You were perfect, love.” He let out a content sigh. “Absolute perfection.”

Tom gently cupped his chin and turned his head to make him look him in the eye. “I’m serious, Ty,” he said. “I know we play this with Nevvie, and you guys play it with me sometimes, but you stop me if I ever push too hard. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tyler kissed him fiercely. “Does that answer your question, Sir?”

Tom grinned. “Okay, you just got me hard again.” Indeed, he felt Tom’s cock stiffening inside his ass.

“Then may I have permission to suck your balls dry, Sir?”

“Yeah. Let me go clean up first.” He went into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later smelling like soap. “Okay.” He lay back, a pillow under his head and his hands laced behind him. “Have at it.”

Tyler pushed his legs apart and knelt between them with a grin. “Yes, Sir. My pleasure.”

* * * *

Tom couldn’t help but moan as Tyler’s blue eyes pegged him, never leaving his as he made Tom’s cock disappear between his lips.

Goddamn
, that man could always get him hard just from a sexy look. In the past, he’d always been afraid to be too rough with Tyler, afraid of hurting him, never wanting to push him too hard or far. After Tyler’s full confession in Seattle about the extent of his experimentation with Marcus and others in the BDSM lifestyle, Tom had to admit it turned his crank, too. Sure, playing slave and Master with Nevvie was fun. And being Nevvie and Tyler’s boy after almost fatally fucking up his relationship with them following his accident felt more than right.

But the concentrated passion in Tyler’s simple answer to his orders made him want to fuck him all night long.

Yes, Sir.

Tyler circled the base of his shaft with one hand and cradled his sac with the other. His hot, slick tongue swirled silken pleasure around the head of his cock, down his shaft, and back up again. He knew just how to flick the tip of his tongue against his glans, had mastered tracing the ridge of the head, teasing drops of pre-cum from his slit.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He felt his balls start to tighten in preparation to explode. He reached down and grabbed Tyler’s head. “Swallow every drop,” he ordered just before jerking his hips and sinking his cock deep into Tyler’s eager mouth.

Tyler happily groaned as Tom’s balls emptied. He felt Tyler swallowing, coaxing, trying to get as much out of him as possible. After a moment, Tom started laughing as he tried to pry Tyler’s mouth off him. “Okay, buddy, enough. I’m too sensitive.”

Tyler released him with a soft, wet
pop
. He wore a handsome smile as he rested his cheek against Tom’s thigh. “Did I do good, Sir?”

“Buddy, you did fantastic. Come here.”

Tyler crawled up the bed to him. Tom reached over to turn off the bedside lamp before wrapping his arms around Tyler and spooning with him. Tyler pulled the sheets up over them. He kissed the back of Tyler’s neck. “I love you, buddy. You’re my guy. Always.”

Tyler hugged Tom’s arms tighter around him. “And you’re mine, love. Forever.”

Thursday

Nevvie slept fitfully, even with little Harley curled up in bed with her. She never slept as well as she did when comfortably sandwiched between her two men, their warm bodies an almost guaranteed defense against any bad dreams wanting to disturb her sleep.

She looked at the little dog, who always managed to snuggle tightly against her. Despite how Adam sneakily brought him into their family, in retrospect, she was glad he had. She’d come to love the little dog and wished she hadn’t put off getting one for so long.

Her sleep wasn’t helped any by the fact that she turned on the TV in her room, the volume set low, and had the Weather Channel playing all night. What precious little sleep she managed had been plagued with nightmares about evacuating from Katrina with Alex, interspersed with waking up to see Edgar’s track inexorably bearing down on Tampa, which had instituted mandatory evacuations of a record-breaking magnitude.

Unfortunately, people weren’t responding as quickly as emergency management wanted. Too many of them remembered the unnecessary evacuations of 2004, when Charley was supposed to hit Tampa and swerved east at the last minute to veer up Charlotte Harbor to the south.

Edgar, however, was no Charley. Far larger in size, with hurricane and tropical storm–force winds extending at least three times farther from the eye than with Charley, and moving much slower, this monster destruction machine wouldn’t be making any last-minute course changes to spare the area like the smaller and vastly more nimble Charley. It would also push a massive wall of storm surge water ahead of it into Tampa Bay.

Nevvie sat up in bed and hugged her knees to her chest, with Harley clinging to her side, as the Weather Channel went live with the 5:00 a.m. update from the National Hurricane Center. From the stunned looks of the staff behind the man at the podium, she knew this was bad.

When the update ended, the Weather Channel switched back to their newsroom, where they summarized the storm’s latest position and track. Then they switched to live traffic cameras in Tampa.

Even though not quite daylight yet, miles of headlights inched northward on I-75 in both the north- and southbound lanes.

The never-before-used contraflow traffic plan had been put into effect.

“…and emergency management officials are warning all residents who plan to evacuate that if you haven’t completed your preparations in advance of leaving, you need to do so immediately. The weather will continue to deteriorate throughout the day. Officials plan on closing the Sunshine Skyway Bridge at 7:00 p.m. tonight, possibly sooner if sustained winds top thirty-five miles per hour before then. Also, the Courtney Campbell Causeway, Howard Frankland, and Gandy bridges across Tampa Bay will be closed starting…”

She grabbed her laptop, booted it, and loaded the website for one of the Tampa television stations. They carried a live feed of their newscasts.

I shouldn’t be doing this. This is stupid. It’s not going to change a damn thing.
She didn’t know why she was torturing herself like this. There was nothing she could do but wait and pray with the rest of the world and hope her family remained safe.

The soft knock on the door startled her. “Come in.”

Peggy walked in, carrying a mug of coffee. She closed the door behind her. Then she handed the mug to Nevvie and picked up Harley before joining her on the bed.

“They’ll be okay, sugar,” Peggy softly assured her. “Everyone’ll be just fine.”

Nevvie leaned against her, enjoying the comforting feel of Peggy’s arm around her shoulders as she stared at the screen and sipped her coffee. “How many storms have you been through?”

“More than my fair share. We don’t need to worry about flooding here. We’re on high ground. Not to mention, years ago Adam cut back the trees close to the house so we didn’t need to worry about any landing on the roof. I am going to ask Clay and the twins to come here to ride out the storm, though. I doubt there will be any flooding where they are since it’s coming at us over land, but if they lose power, it could be awhile before it gets restored. I’d feel better having them here.” Years earlier, Tom had installed a whole-house generator at Peggy’s, like the one they had in Florida, in case of power outages.

“Do I smell cinnamon rolls?”

“Andy’s already up and baking,” Peggy confirmed. “We had a feeling you and Laurie will both want to be glued to the TV today.”

“I’ll try not to be.”

“Honestly? I’m glad she’s here. It’s one less worry for John and Kelly right now. She’s such a sweet girl. And she looks just like you.”

Nevvie had an idea. “Would you mind watching the boys for me today?”

“I still want to laugh every time you ask me that. Of course I don’t mind. But why?”

“I think Laurie and I need a girls’ day out. I know I could use one. Get our hair and nails done and go shopping.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea. It would keep you both occupied.”

With a sigh, Nevvie shut down her laptop. Then she turned off the TV. An amused giggle escaped her.

“What’s so funny?”

She looked at Peggy, the giggles still bubbling out of her. “You and I can both be Mrs. Kinsey-Paulsons.”

“We’ll see, sugar. We’ll see. You never know.” Nevvie didn’t miss her playful smile.

* * * *

After her shower, Nevvie joined Peggy and Andrew in the kitchen, where a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls had just emerged from the oven. Laurie shuffled into the kitchen in her pj’s, her hair tousled, and rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“Good morning, sugar,” Peggy greeted her.

“Good morning, Grandma.” She gave the three of them hugs before slumping into a chair at the table.

“You’re up early,” Andrew said.

The girl shrugged.

“Listen,” Nevvie said. “I have an idea. You and me, girls’ day out. Mom said she’ll watch the boys for us. What do you say? We’ll get our hair and nails done and hit the mall.”

The ghost of a smile curled her lips. “Okay.”

“Good. You eat, then grab a shower.” She could tell from the girl’s body language that Laurie was as close to tears as she herself was. Once Laurie had finished breakfast and headed for the bathroom, Nevvie called John and Kelly.

“Good morning, early bird,” John teased. “How’s Savannah? Anything new in the world?”

“Yeah, Dad, cut the small talk. We’re all worried about you.”

“Don’t be. We’re heading over to your house in a couple of hours. Whatever happens, happens. We’ll be fine.”

“You stay safe. But why I called was I’m going to take Laurie out today. Do girl stuff. Buy her some stuff. Take her mind off what’s going on, but I wanted to make sure it was okay with you first.”