Unbridled and Untethered [The Double Rider Men's Club 10] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

Eyes wide open and staring at Luke, her mouth suddenly formed a perfect
O
. Zeke had wanted to kiss her, hold her, and love her forever from that moment forward.

Luke leaned closer to her. “Would you like to try a little demonstration tonight?”

She didn’t say anything, but as she stared at his fingers, her nipples got even harder.

He slid his hand between her thighs and gathered her pussy juice on one finger. “First I’d lubricate you liberally, so my finger would slide easily between your butt cheeks. Then I’d shove my finger as deeply as it would go into your ass and thrust my cock deeply inside your pussy at the same time. I could fuck you either from the front or behind, whichever you wanted. ” He licked her essence off his fingers and moaned in appreciation. He looked into her eyes and said, “You taste so very good. But I digress.”

Her mouth slid open slightly as Luke spoke. “Once I was fully penetrating you, I’d ease my finger in and out of your ass as I fucked you.”

Luke stopped talking and stared at her for a moment.

“And then what would happen?” she asked quietly.

He smiled. “You’d come screaming as I pumped my cock and finger into your body at the same time. When we’re both breathing normally again, I’d start the seduction all over again, only I’d use two fingers instead of one. Or better yet, I’d have Zeke use two fingers on you. We can certainly take turns stretching out your pristine, virgin ass.”

Zeke brushed a finger along her collarbone. Once she turned to look him in the eyes, he said, “Once you felt good about two fingers then we’d move on to getting three fingers inside your lovely, sweet derriere. When you get tired of three fingers between your butt cheeks, then, and only then, will we try one of our cocks.”

She turned to him, and her sultry, inquisitive gaze made him smile.

“How long of a time will there be between the first finger stretching me to an actual cock in my ass?”

“That’s up to you,” Luke said. “We’ll let you set the pace.”

She had considered that for several minutes. “Thanks. I’m intrigued. I just need to get over a few foolish fears from my past.”

“No problem. Take as much time as you need,” Luke promised.

Zeke had kissed her. “The first finger plunged deeply in your ass will start with our next seduction, however. Please let us know when you’re ready to go all the way down the dark path of decadence. We’ll guide you there with slow, sultry care to ensure maximum satisfaction. Perhaps by the time the Stadium event rolls around, you’ll be ready.”

“I’ll let you know,” she said with a wide-eyed expression.

“But if not, at least you’ll get to see a double penetration performed so you’ll know what to expect.”

Over the course of the past several nights, they’d each taken turns stretching her ass as they made love to her. She hadn’t balked once at having any number of their fingers shoved deeply between her cheeks. She’d screamed, “Go harder, go deeper and harder,” on more than one occasion.

While Zeke thought she was likely ready physically, he wasn’t sure her past fears of the act had been completely conquered. They’d told her repeatedly all the way up until last night that she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to at the Stadium event evening.

Now that they were here and the show was in less than an hour, she seemed beyond tense. He glanced over at her for the hundredth time since they’d arrived to check.

Lovely and obviously nervous, her eyes darted around the room at the several other trios in the bar. She looked as jumpy as a handful of beans dancing in a hot buttered skillet and as nervous as a whore in church.

Zeke reached out a hand and closed it over her forearm. She startled, and part of her drink spilled over her hand. He gave up his cocktail napkin to clean the runnel of sticky beverage coating her fingers.

“Relax. Don’t worry so much. I promise you, we don’t have to do anything tonight, okay?”

Her gaze drilled into him hard. Her expression was resolute. Eyes narrowing a bit, she said, “But what if I want to try it? What if I’m ready?”

“Then we take our cue from you. However, why don’t we wait and see how you feel after the show? We can watch and see.” He didn’t think she was ready. But he smiled warmly for encouragement.

Apparently, she didn’t buy it. “I’m not so fragile, you know?”

“Of course you aren’t.” Luke reached out and covered her hand as well. “But, we don’t want you to feel rushed. I expect we’ll have plenty of time together in the future, right?”

She stared first at Luke and then at Zeke. She exhaled slowly, and with the breath exiting her body the starch came out of her a bit. “Yes. We can have a long future.”

“Nothing has to happen tonight. There is no rule that says we must have double penetration sex in a certain length of time. Not until you’re ready.”

“But you both want to. I know you do.”

“Yes,” they said in unison. Her spine went ramrod straight once more.

They each squeezed her arm. “However, it absolutely does not have to be tonight.”

The door opened across the room, and Clay stepped into the bar followed by a man Zeke had never seen before. Distracted by seeing his friend with someone and not alone, Zeke paused and couldn’t help but stare as they entered the room.

“Who’s that with Clay?” he asked.

Luke glanced at the door. “Don’t know.”

Emma Rae also glanced across the room as Clay and the other man approached their table.

Zeke noted that she stiffened even further in her chair as Clay got closer.

He didn’t say anything as he passed, just nodded politely in their direction. But Emma Rae’s cheeks suddenly turned a robust shade of pink. Clay had seemed puzzled but not upset about them being a trio.

Zeke thought back to the first time he’d seen her in the DRMC security fortress. Clay had succeeded in protecting her identity. He knew she’d been at the hospital checking on him on a regular basis during his confinement there. Also he knew that Luke had taken her home the night of the bank robbery.

Perhaps Clay didn’t know they’d continued the relationship or, more likely, he’d been distracted with his own personal life, as he had been that night, having forgotten their meeting. The thought made Zeke smile internally.

“I’m glad to see Clay moving on with his life,” Luke said quietly. “He’s been alone long enough.”

Zeke nodded. “I agree.”

“What happened to him?” Emma Rae asked. “I know he has a tragic past, but not the details. Or is it a secret and we aren’t allowed to talk about other members of the club?”

Luke gave him a look, and they stared at each other for a few seconds, wondering how much they should reveal. Zeke finally spoke. “Keep in mind that any items in Clay’s past are not widely known or discussed. I know you won’t tell anyone.”

She shook her head, her expression sincere.

“He was in a ménage relationship but lost his wife and partner a few years ago in an automobile accident. It devastated him. To my knowledge, he hasn’t tried to find another permanent partner until tonight.”

Luke added, “While it’s entirely possible the other guy over there is a local plumber about to give him a quote on a water softening job, I truly hope Clay’s moving on with this life.”

Emma Rae smiled and nodded. “I hope so, too. Clay’s a good guy. He deserves to be happy.” All of a sudden she visibly relaxed against her chair. She took a long sip of her drink, swallowed, and then gifted him with a tranquil smile much different than she’d displayed all evening. He wasn’t sure what had changed with the exception of Clay’s story being discussed.

Zeke leaned closer, slid his hand around the back of her neck possessively, and kissed her hard on the lips. She drove her tongue firmly between his lips a millisecond later. He could tell she’d found her balance. Whatever had made her jittery earlier had suddenly changed.

He broke the kiss and she asked, “When can we go to your private box?”

“Whenever you want.”

“Excellent. I’d like to go now, please.”

Emma Rae had overcome her fear in a flash of insight. Something about the way Luke and Zeke had felt regarding Clay’s return to something he loved clicked in her soul.

It was difficult to overcome adversity. It took a lot of strength of will and swallowing unrealistic fear to get back on the horse, so to speak.

If Clay could finally pick himself up and live his life again after losing someone he loved, she could stop foolishly fretting about double penetration sex. It wasn’t like the two of them were insisting she bend over and take it hard and dry. It wasn’t like she didn’t trust them not to hurt her. It wasn’t like they hadn’t prepared her night after night the past week with their wide fingers deliciously invading her ass. She’d loved it each time.

Clay walked past her, nodding once with speculation in his eyes at her choice of companions, but didn’t seem too surprised. If she’d had anything to worry about regarding Zeke or Luke, why then Clay would have already warned her. He merely smiled as he passed by as if he knew she was in good hands and he didn’t have to protect her. So she took a mental break and finally relaxed.

The massive weight of her own fearful design fell away from her shoulders in that moment. She was in safe company with men she was falling in love with more each and every day. If she told them she wasn’t ready, they wouldn’t insist. They’d wait patiently until she asked for the pleasure.

With her newfound courage, she knew she was ready to delve in and embrace this lifestyle fully. Her desire to discover what it would feel like to have both of her men loving her at the same time overrode her fear that it might hurt too much to bear.

Of course it wouldn’t. Her men wouldn’t let it.

All this past week with them stretching her had been an exercise in control. She’d begged them to go harder and deeper each time their fingers had been pushed into her ass. The acute pleasure had been nearly unfathomable. But whenever things calmed down and she had time to think because she wasn’t in the throes of passion, severe doubt would creep in. Echoes from her past would intrude to the point she closed up and forgot the pleasurable aspect of their lovemaking.

But not anymore. She would not let fear rule her a second longer.

Zeke and Luke currently led her from the bar to their private box. She couldn’t wait to get there.

“The show won’t start for a little while yet, but we can settle in and get comfortable until it does.”

Emma Rae smiled inside. Little did they know how “comfortable” things were about to get, if she had her way. Perhaps she’d instigate the double penetration sex before the show started. Wouldn’t they be surprised?

Luke opened a door at the end of the hallway once they stepped out of the elevator. He motioned her to go inside first. A thrill rode up her spine as she crossed the threshold and took in the design of the space.

The first thing she saw was the wall made out of a single sheet of glass angled a bit so she could see a stage beyond and below. The neutral colors abundant in the space were accented with hints of dark blue and cranberry throughout the room. She thought the room looked upscale, trendy, and very manly. She loved it.

Parallel with the window was a comfy-looking medium-gray sofa with navy- and cranberry-colored throw pillows artfully placed at either end.

Emma Rae walked toward the window, peeling her jacket off as she went. She kicked her shoes off next and then pulled her shirt over her head and flung it in the direction of the rest of her discarded clothing. Shimmying out of her slacks and panties, so she’d finally be naked, she turned around in time to see them both staring at her.

“I wanted to be ready.”

They looked at each other with goofy grins and then back at her as if she had granted them their fondest wish of an eternal life to fuck her senseless. Naked and getting turned on at the prospect of the pending night, she then turned her back on them and looked out to check out the stage below, where the coming sex show would commence.
No pun intended
.

Before she’d had her fill, Zeke sidled up behind her. He still wore his T-shirt, but his jeans and shoes were gone. The pressure of his wide, hard cock suddenly dug into her ass cheek. He still wore his boxers. His chin scraped a short path along one shoulder. She loved it when he scratched his unshaven face across her skin. She especially loved it when he went down on her with a whiskery face. Her inner thighs tingled in memory.

He reached around and covered her breasts with his hands. “Just so you know, the picture window is not currently set for privacy.”

“What does that mean?” she could barely get the question coherently though her lips as he pinched and played with her nipples. Repeated zips of pleasure arrowed straight to her pussy each time he touched her.

His voice was thick with passion when he answered, “It means that any one of the other private boxes having a direct line of sight into ours can see how lucky we are to already have a naked woman ready to be pleasured.”

“People can see us right now?” Her gaze traveled to all the other boxes she could see from where she stood. Most of the other windows were mirrored, but as she looked more closely, she noticed that she could see inside a couple of the other boxes. Luckily she didn’t see any people.