Lynne's Love Triangle (8 page)

She could imagine what her mom would say. She’d probably clutch her chest and fall to the ground with a scream of terror. The neighbors would descend on Mom’s apartment, and all hell would break loose. Nashville wasn’t a sleepy town, but it was still part of the South and a core part of the Bible Belt.

Besides, Kurt had made it clear he was okay for this as a one-time deal. Nothing regular. So it couldn’t last. Now with Kurt in her life, she couldn’t give him up, and she couldn’t bear it if he left her. She’d waited so long for him to realize she was crazy about him.

Troy eased her legs open before entering her from behind. Filling her to depths she had not known possible.

Suddenly, he threaded his fingers through her hair and yanked her head back. It should have shocked her, frightened her, but it simply drove her desires higher. His action appealed to her most primal desire. She wanted to be dominated, and she wanted to submit to her new lover.

“Lynne, I want to see you suck Kurt.” Troy grunted slamming into her body.

“No. I can’t.” She whimpered. It was hard to let go. She’d always been the one in control, and the control gave her power. But, she wanted to submit to his desires and his commands. Damn his touch, but the desire to taste Kurt was overwhelming. She licked her lips, refusing to reach for him.

“Do it. I want to watch you lick up all his sweet cream like you did me.”

His balls slapped her ass with each thrust.

Kurt’s cock was in her face, and she couldn’t resist. It was beautiful. A beautiful, large cock filling her mouth, and Troy’s slick cock filling her to the core. Finally, for the first time in her life, she felt complete.

How was she supposed to give Elvis up? She couldn’t. She’d found the man who could satisfy her hidden desires to be mastered, and she had another man who would let her master him.

Kurt spilled his love juice in her mouth. She swallowed all she could greedily, hungry for more, but he came so hard and fast some of his cream spilled from the side of her mouth. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, smacking her lips.

“Yummy.”

Troy came, hard and touching places no man had been able to reach before now. Her orgasm wrapped around her whole body. Her stomach muscles clenched, her lower lip was numb from biting it. The oddest feeling came over her. Peace. All was right in the world. For a moment, time stood still. If she closed her eyes, would the sense of peace go on forever?

Oh yeah. This was perfection.

Two men. One woman, and a whole day to be together.

Christmas Day couldn’t be more perfect.

She felt a sense of remorse when Troy eased out of her pussy. He stretched her out beside him on the bed, and both men snuggled up around her, “That was the best Christmas present ever.”

“You haven’t even un-wrapped my gift yet.”

“You got me something?”

“Well it is Christmas. I left it under the tree when I came in. I’ll go get it.” Troy left for a minute and returned with a box wrapped in glossy red wrapping paper and a black bow. Something told her the box held a naughty gift.

“But I didn’t get you anything.”

The hungry look in his eyes melted her heart, and she wanted to jump his bones and make love to him again and again. “You gave me a memory I will keep for the rest of my life.”

“You can have a copy of the video after we get it on a DVD. Then you can relive it anytime you want to.” She frowned and gave him her best teacher scowl. “You really didn’t have to get me anything—” She was too stunned to finish her sentence. A black leather collar with silver studs and a loop for chains or whatever else her kinky mind could think up. A few pieces of leather held together by silver rings wrapped in tissue. It was an outfit she’d dreamed of owning. Wearing. Made for a submissive to wear proudly for her master, but she was a closet wannabe.

She had never begun to explore that side of herself outside of tonight. Shoving those dark desires deep inside of her.

“It’s wonderful. Not what I would have expected at all.” The breath caught in her throat. This was a big step. She wasn’t sure Kurt understood the seriousness of this gesture or what it meant if she accepted it, but a part of her didn’t care.

"Kurt and I were talking on the way to your place, and we noticed the Erotic Toystore was open so we went in together to get it. It's mostly from Kurt. I know you guys are only wanting a one night stand, but I was hoping after you got to know me, you might change your mind."

She held the naughty nothings to her body. "I can't tell you both thank you enough." She winked at Kurt. "How long have you wanted to buy me this?”

"For a very long time. I was hoping it would make you happy."

Troy grinned. “So...do you want to try it on?”

"Hell yeah."

“Let me help you.” Troy slipped behind her with the collar. He clasped it around her throat and she reached her fingers up to touch it. It didn’t feel strange. In fact, it felt as if she’d worn it many times before. It was so oddly unexpected. For some reason, it made her feel loved like she had never been before. Accepted for herself. As she was and wanted to be.

Chapter Seven

Lynne wasn’t paying attention to the road. All she could think about was what had happened after she put on the leather strips and silver rings. The leather had been strategically placed so one strip covered her nipples and the alternating strips and rings continued down her body where a larger piece of leather covered her mound but left her feminine lips and clitoris exposed.

Troy and Kurt had tied a silk blindfold on her, tied her hands to the bedstead, tummy to the mattress, and began stroking her bottom and anus. She moved to clamp her legs together, so they took silk scarves and tied her legs open as wide as they’d go. She was exposed and totally turned on.

The two men had taken turns bringing her to climax after climax until she was one solid orgasm, feeling and hearing nothing except her own heart and breathing. When she couldn’t take any more, one of the men lifted her ass and pushed his way into her vagina. The tip of his sheathed cock touched her womb, and she cried out as another orgasm shook her from head to toe.

Due to the size of the cock inside of her, it had to be Troy. She’d thought he was as large as he could get, but the more she twisted and turned to try and loosen her hands, the larger and harder he became.

Where was Kurt?

A hand reached under her body and pinched her clitoris, and she knew it was Kurt. His other hand slid under her body and began twisting and pinching her right nipple. The pain was excruciating and exhilarating at the same time. She was so turned on she found it impossible to breath.

God, just thinking about the foray into bondage turned her on now.

Lynne jerked to attention. The car had made a tremendous noise, and now it was jerking hard to the right. Oh God. There was a car in her way. She held the wheel hard and let her foot off the gas. As soon as the other car passed her, Lynne looked over her right shoulder, checked the mirrors, and made her way to the shoulder of the road.

She was holding the steering wheel so tight her fingers wouldn’t let go. She looked at her hands. They were white. She pulled down the vanity mirror and was shocked to see a ghost looking back at her.

The only reason she’d avoided an accident was the fact it was the Christmas holidays and morning traffic was lighter than usual. Thank heaven for small favors.

No one even slowed down to see if she needed help. They darted past her and kept on going down the interstate toward Nashville without a care in the world. So much for the season of goodness and mercy.

Lynne took another deep breath. She shouldn’t have been thinking about sex with Troy and Kurt. She should have had her mind on the road and not in their pants.

She opened the door, careful to avoid stepping into the lane of traffic and checked the front of her car. Nothing. She moved to the passenger side and stared at the rear right tire. It was completely shredded. There would be no fixing this.

Damn it. She didn’t know how to change a tire. Why didn’t she take the auto class in high school? No, instead she had to listen to her mother and take home economics. How was reading a recipe going to help her with a flat? So what if she could bake an apple pie? A perfect crust wouldn’t help her one bit.

“Fucking great.”

Where was a good man when she needed him? Her first instinct was to call Kurt. Her best friend would never let her down in a situation like this. She had come to rely on him, and he was always there for her. He was her rock.

Lynne pulled her cell phone from her pink Prada shoulder bag. On a teacher’s salary, she didn’t give in to many luxuries—she couldn’t afford to—but once in a while she splurged.

Every woman needed a little bling in her life, shiny, pretty things to make her feel beautiful and make the men turn their heads when she walked by.

She flipped through her phone’s memory and hit enter when she found Kurt’s number.

It rang and rang before clicking over to voicemail.

No sense leaving a message if he wasn’t available. Who knew where he was or when he’d return.

Damn it. What was she going to do now? Family was too far away. Everyone else lived in Florida. Even her friend Sandy had gone to Mexico for the holiday. Who else could she call? Oh! There was a new man in her life. He’d help if she asked.

Why hadn’t she thought of him first? Elvis was on speed dial. If she was lucky, he might even be waiting to hear from her. A bad tire was as good a reason to call him as any. If she was lucky, they might end up in her bed again.

It wasn’t as though she and Kurt were officially an item. Calling Troy, her own personal Elvis, wouldn’t be cheating on Kurt.

But if it wasn’t cheating ,why did she feel so guilty?

She didn’t have time for guilt trips. She needed help.

Lynne took a deep breath and hit Troy’s number. She was shocked and speechless when Elvis’s yummy voice answered on the third ring.

When he hadn’t answered after the second ring, she figured he was probably in bed with some other lucky woman.

“Troy? It’s me, Lynne.”

“Oh, hey.” Her knees went weak at the sound of his deep, rumbling voice. Unbidden memories of her sitting on his face only a few days ago filled her mind. Her face burned worse than any sunburn she’d ever suffered. She would never forget the sensation of his tongue, lips, and teeth on her clitoris.

Her knees began to shake. “Hi…uh…”

“I was hoping you’d call. What’s up? You sound a little stressed, are you okay?”

She laughed, but even to her ears the laugh was strained. Her tummy was twisting and her knees were knocking. Even his voice turned her on. “You may not be so happy once you find out why I called. I need your help, Troy.”

“Mmm, come on, baby. Spill it.”

“Well, I…I…”

He must have heard the deep sobs across the cell connection. “Sweetheart, stop crying and tell me what’s wrong.”

She touched her face and was surprised to find her cheeks wet. She hadn’t realized she was crying.

She wasn’t used to a man showing concern so quickly. He cared. He really cared.

She swiped at her eyes. “Sorry, the minute I heard your voice I sort of fell apart. I'm not usually such a baby.”

“Yeah, I know you’re a little toughy. Now, where are you and what’s the matter?”

Her heart tipped in her chest and more tears fell. Again, she wiped her face. “I had a flat tire and am kind of stuck on the freeway, and I don’t know what to do.” She paused.

“Tell me where you are exactly, and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Oh thank you. You don’t know how much I appreciate this.” She went on to describe her position and when he said “good-bye,” she closed her phone and went back to stand off the interstate away from her car in case some idiot came along and hit the rear end of her vehicle.

He was coming. She sighed with relief.

* * * *

Troy looked as if he knew exactly what he was doing. First he used the strange thingy he found in the trunk to loosen the lug nuts, and then he jacked up the car like a professional grease monkey. Lynne peered over his shoulder and watched intently in case she ever had to change her own tire. God help her if she did. What took Troy ten minutes would take her an hour of fumbling and trying to remember how. If she even had the strength to manhandle the whatchumacallit, she was no pro. Troy made it all seem remarkably easy. She couldn’t tell the difference between a flathead and a Phillips screwdriver.