Neil, Louisa - Pyxis Island Triangle (Siren Publishing Ménage And More)

LOUISA NEIL

Copyright © 2011

Prologue

Ben’s hands gripped the chrome railing so tight that his knuckles were turning white. He didn’t care. Lila had instructed him to stand at the stern of the boat and watch the island from this perspective as she ferried him back to the mainland. He’d done as she asked, glancing over his shoulder when he felt the boat idle back. When the engine stopped halfway through their trip, he began to wonder what was to come. He had to widen his stance to hold his position as the waves crested against the boat.

“Don’t turn around,” she whispered, stepping behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders. “I wanted you to see my island from this perspective.” She ran her hands along his arm, testing the muscle strength with her fingers. “Do you know what Pyxis means?”

“No, but I should have looked it up before the interview.”

“It means a mariner’s compass. It seemed fitting with the lighthouse.” She sighed. “Just one more renovation job on the list of things to do, to bring it back to full working order.”

“It’s a beautiful sight,” he managed, feeling his cock fill harder with each pass her hands made against him. Soon she moved lower, running her fingers down the length of his arms, pausing to hold his wrists harder against the railing. He stifled back a groan. Her hands moved to his stomach, exploring his belly. He wished he hadn’t worn so many layers of clothing, but the cold winter winds required it. Even so, her touch filtered through as flashes of fire against his skin.

“Are you considering taking the job, Ben?” Her tone was soft, smooth, and confident to his ear. Her hands made a larger pass over his belly, going lower, just missing the touch his body ached for. Ben had to concentrate on not jutting his hips forward to feel her touch. He realized she knew exactly what her caresses were doing to him and was enjoying torturing him. “I think we’d be a fit,” she whispered in his ear, just before she lightly bit his earlobe. “I hope we’re compatible in all respects.” One of her arms came around his stomach and held him tight while her other hand dropped to cup his hard-on. “I feel your interest.” She began to stroke his cock through his pants. He wanted to snap back that she created that interest but bit back the taunt. It would be a calculated risk. If he complained or seemed shocked, she would stop touching him. More than anything right now, he wanted her to finish what she started. His cock pulsed, throbbed for the release Lila’s hand promised. He had a passing thought that maybe she’d let him fuck her, but any sexual contact would suffice. Anything to stop the ache she created deep within. He hadn’t begun to consider a sexual relationship with his new boss, but it would be a perk, especially with him living on the island full time if he was hired. He’d wanted the job before, now Ben felt he’d be crushed with disappointment if he didn’t get the position.

Ben knew this was the wrong way to get a job, but he wanted the position, knowing it would take away his financial woes of late and give him a new start. Too many ideas ran through his mind, but none of them made sense, his cock thinking for him. He spoke before he could stop the words. “Lila, if you keep that up, I’ll come in my pants.”

“That would be a waste,” she told him and squeezed his cock a bit harder before dropping her hand.

He felt her move away and was instantly disappointed until he watched her duck under his arm and drop to her knees before him. He swallowed hard, not sure if he should stop her, and decided it would be worse not to know the completion. “What about Wyatt? I got the impression you and he were…” He never finished his sentence as her hands deftly worked his belt and pants open. Along with his boxers, he let her slide them down his thighs, his cock bobbing upward when the tight material was removed. Her hand felt like silk against his skin. All common sense was gone from his mind; the only thing that counted now was how her hand stroked him. Up and back, light and then tighter. Ben looked down, saw how the moonlight reflected against the gray streak in her deep black hair, and watched as she shifted forward, engulfing his cock in one long gulp.

He felt his legs start to quiver at her movements, taking long passes of him down her throat then just sucking the head. She’d pause and nip at the underneath then go back to swallowing him. While no shy virgin in his lifetime, this was the best blow job he’d ever received and didn’t dare do anything to stop it. Several times throughout the process she’d pause, tightening her fingers at his base, staving off his orgasm. When she dropped her hand, he thought she would leave him engorged. Instead, he watched as she unbuttoned her canvas jacket and slid her arms from it, letting it drop to the decking behind her. He had to steady his stance as he watched her fingers deftly unbutton her man-tailored shirt, tugging it from her shoulders. He drew a deep breath as she flipped the plastic clip on the front of her bra, revealing the most perfect set of tits he’d ever seen outside of a magazine. She had to be a D cup, he told himself and watched all but stupefied as she fondled them, tweaking her nipples and raising first one then the other to her own lips to lick them.

“Oh, baby,” he said, knowing he’d shoot his load on them if she let him. Her laugh startled him, and he looked down to see her watching his reaction.

“Do you like them? They’re natural,” she told him, still fondling them as she leaned forward and lapped up the droplets of pre-cum from the tip of his straining cock. Her oral onslaught began again, her lips and mouth taking him on a ride of eroticism he didn’t know could exist. “Watch the sky,” she reminded him before engulfing him down her throat, sucking him deeper, milking his cock with her throat muscles. She used her breasts to sandwich his cock and stroked them in between sucking him. His thighs ached from the tense position he stood in, and he didn’t care. She began to fondle his testicles while pinching her own nipple. She was truly an erotic sight, one he’d never forget. Ben decided he didn’t care about the job any longer; all he wanted was the completion of this particular act. As if sensing his angst, she sat back, leaving his saliva-coated cock standing at attention in the cool air. “You have a nice cock, Ben, thick and long. I like it.” She leaned up and took several more passes over his skin before grasping his hips with her hands and pulling him tighter to her lips. One hand held him in place while the other pinched his butt cheek. He felt himself surge against her tongue with each pinch until her hand let go. “Come for me, Ben. Lean back, watch the stars, and let go.”

He managed to grunt his acknowledgement but couldn’t take his gaze off her. She was extraordinary, beautiful, and accomplished, in many ways he now knew. He felt her hand tease at his balls, and he pushed his hips forward, accepting her index finger sliding into his anus. That was when he lost his restraint, coming with complete abandon as he all but fucked her mouth. She swallowed his cum and continued to lick him until he felt himself start to harden a second time.

“I like your taste,” she told him, licking her lips as she stood before him. He watched as she slowly pulled her bra back into place, covering her luscious tits.

“Don’t I get to reciprocate?” he asked, too confused to even pull up his pants.

“Perhaps another time,” she told him and tugged her shirt back into place, pausing to right it and button it up. Lastly, she bent down and grabbed her jacket. Without hesitation, she kissed his mouth, sharing the last remnants of his cum. She left him standing where he was, his hands biting at the railing for balance, his lower half exposed to the cool air as she ducked back under his arm. He heard the engine start and felt the boat start to move. “Better get dressed, we’ll be at the dock in a few minutes.”

He roused from his sex-induced stupor and fumbled to pull up his pants. By the time he was dressed, they were at the dock, and Lila was efficiently tying off the boat. She waited none too patiently, tapping her foot as he realized they were back to land. “I’m not quite sure what to say,” he managed, grabbing his computer case from the seat where he’d left it when she instructed him to move earlier. “Would you like to get a drink or something?”

Her smile told him she wouldn’t, but her words shocked him more than her blow job. “If you take the job, there are other benefits.”

“You never answered me about Wyatt. What will he say about our extracurricular activities?”

“He knows my needs and my moods. He’ll accept our spending time together in all ways.” She was being obtuse on purpose, and he narrowed his eyes to see her better in the dim dock lighting. “We’re adults, Ben. Sex is for recreation when I’m in the mood.”

“When you’re in the mood? What about my mood or Wyatt’s?”

She threw her head back and laughed. “If you get the job, we’ll discuss it. Think about it very carefully. If you take the position, it will be with a five-year contract and ironclad. Once you sign it, you’re mine for the full term.”

“That sounds almost like a threat,” he tried to tease and fell flat.

“Just fair warning. You know what your responsibilities will be in regard to the island and all that goes with it.” She ran her fingers along his cheek and under his chin. “We’d have fun,” she reinforced and drew her hand back. “I have to get back,” she told him and waited for him to climb up onto the dock. She untied the boat with ease and was away from him in an instant. Ben stood there for long minutes, watching as the boat got smaller in his vision until he couldn’t see her any longer, hardly hearing the noise of her engine. A cold chill ran through him, and he pulled his collar tighter, heading to his truck in the parking lot.

“Damn,” he said, tossing his computer on the passenger seat and starting the vehicle. Suddenly, he was cold to the bone and waited impatiently until the heat started to pump from the vents. He waited longer, reliving each touch and stroke she made against his skin. “What do I have to lose?” he questioned himself, finally leaving the parking lot.

* * * *

Lila reveled in the freedom driving the boat afforded her. She didn’t care that the wind tangled her hair or that the breeze was cold as opposed to cool when she started out to bring Ben back to the dock. She loved the way the moonlight lit her island. These were her moments of total abandon as opposed to the rest of her daily life running her island empire. She laughed at the concept, likening herself to Dr. No from the vintage James Bond novel. Only her island research facility would help people in many different ways.

She was content with her decisions to purchase the old government facility and turn it into her private research center. Wyatt was an amazing scientist who was capable of running his own projects and overseeing the rest of her research staff and their projects with ease. It didn’t hurt that he had first-hand knowledge of her medical problem and truly wanted to find a cure. The rest of the projects she endowed were all focused on medical research in different directions that public companies wouldn’t dare attempt.

All in all, Lila knew she was a very lucky lady in all respects. While her disease wasn’t as debilitating as some were, she knew the consequences of not following the rules. Sunlight was her nemesis. It had been from birth. Thankfully, her parents were aware of the syndrome since she inherited it from her father. They were kind and loving people who went out of their way to make her upbringing as normal as possible. It didn’t hurt that her family had the finances to follow through. Now those same principles ruled Pyxis Island. She spent money where she felt it would do the most good for mankind. If that meant she benefited from it, too, she saw no harm in it. Lila knew she’d never have a completely normal life, but she’d adapted.

She was nearing the island dock and chose to make a full circle around the island before going home for the night. As she rode, she surveyed her island and all it encompassed. Had her parents still been alive, she felt they would be proud of her. What mattered was she was proud of her accomplishments and future plans. She knew Wyatt was impressed with Ben and his credentials. More important, she understood the men connected on a private level. That was the most important thing to her. Keeping Wyatt happy in all ways was imperative to their future. And on a personal note, she was interested in Ben, too. They would have fun for five years if she gave him the job.

While she never had what most people considered a normal life, she enjoyed her lifestyle. If Ben fit into it, all the better. After her initiating him tonight, she knew he fit her criteria in all ways. He was sexy, well-built, and smart. Now she knew he had an amazing cock, one she would enjoy at her whim. While she knew her approach tonight had probably shocked him, he’d adapted. And he’d appreciated her attentions. He’d even considered reciprocating. She was halfway around the island and breathing in the salt air. He would be an interesting lay, for her, for Wyatt, and both of them when she was in the mood.