Loving In Silver: Hot, Wild And Crazy Part 9

Ethan hummed around his c.o.c.k, squeezed his b.a.l.l.s, and, for an added bonus, pressed the tip of his finger into the tight ring of muscles, burying it to the second knuckle. Max's body went rigid, and then arched, as his b.a.l.l.s were pumped dry. His hips thrust vigorously for a few tense moments as Ethan swallowed every last drop of the hot liquid.

Ethan was still on his knees when Max bent and kissed him. "I'm still not telling you." He laughed as he straightened. "But I'll send Sean in. He might be weaker." He grabbed a towel and left the bathroom.

"a.s.shole," Ethan grumbled, but didn't get up off his knees. Max laughed again and closed the door.

Sean was undressed and heading for the bathroom. He glanced down at Max's flaccid c.o.c.k. "I take it Ethan is trying to learn what's in the bags."

"Yeah, but it didn't work. Personally, I think he should be punished," Max told Sean, leaning close so a certain person, likely with his ear to the door, wouldn't hear what he had in mind. "After we've given Maggie her gifts, I believe we should tie him up, bend him over the couch, and f.u.c.k him for her enjoyment. She does love to watch us f.u.c.k each other."

"Sounds good to me." He looked down. Max followed his gaze, grinning as he saw that Sean's c.o.c.k was standing out and begging for attention, pearls of liquid oozing from the tiny slit. Max's mouth watered for a taste, but resisted. "Sounds good to him, too. Well, I better get in there and take my shower. We don't want to be late." Sean chuckled. "It's going to be a very interesting evening."

He pa.s.sed Max and opened the door to the bathroom. They shared an amused glance when there was a thunk and E yelped. Max got a glimpse of him rubbing the side of his head before the door closed. A moment later he could hear Sean moaning. Obviously Ethan was determined to get someone to tell their secrets.

Max and Sean were just as determined to benefit from his efforts. After all, the man needed to hone his skills. It was a win-win situation.

Chapter Ten.

Doing her best to be discreet, Maggie turned her wrist slightly and glanced down at her watch. The meeting with the architect and the contractor were going on far longer than she had expected. It was mostly due to her decision to make several changes to the plans. Huge changes. Neither man was happy, but she was adamant. Though she had just exchanged "I love yous" with her men just a few hours ago, she could now easily see their relationship developing toward something permanent. She had been to the house they lived in on Max's family's ranch. If she and the guys decided to marry, she couldn't see the seven of them living in a house that wasn't that much larger than the one she was expanding. It only made sense that they would move in with her and her children. Of course, they would have to discuss it.

With that thought in mind, and hoping she wasn't getting ahead of herself, Maggie had the master bedroom expanded upstairs and added a second large, walk-in closet. She did the same with the much desired family room, which would be beside the new office. Her old bedroom would become part of a guest suite. There would be a lot of changes and at some point soon, she and the kids would have to relocate for a few weeks. It wasn't something she was looking forward to, but it was a necessary evil.

Maggie looked forward to the end result. The house would be unrecognizable once it was finished, but she planned on incorporating many of her grandfather's special projects into the new house. She had asked her children what they wanted, too, believing it was important that they have input in their home. They had discussed their ideas. She had gently but firmly told them they couldn't have a koi pond in the bathroom or stalls for their ponies. She smiled to herself as she listened as the architect and the contractor went over the changes, taking detailed notes, before going off together. The ideas that came to children's minds were hilarious. She had agreed that Emily could have shiny stars hanging from her ceiling. Brant wanted a large painting of his favorite super hero. Samuel asked if she could paint a portrait of his favorite horse, a black Tobiano stallion a family friend owned. She would do whatever was reasonably possible to make each room special.

Maggie wasn't an over-the-top kind of parent. At the moment, it was simple to make them happy. She knew it would take more later on. But she wasn't just going to hand over expensive electronics and expensive clothes and shoes. They would have to earn those things, just as she had done as she grew up. Her parents had been big on teaching responsibility and that a owning something like a new Walkman had been a privilege and not a right.

Chuckling, Maggie shook her head. She saw a few disagreements in her future and knew that was being optimistic.

Relieved when the architect and contractor finally left, Maggie got into her SUV and went back into town to pick up Emily, Brant, and Samuel. She drove them to her parents' house, just outside of town. Her parents could have easily picked them up, but she wasn't going to see them for a few days. It was important to her that she didn't make them feel as if she was abandoning them, even if it was to people they loved very much.

She was relieved that the trouble with Rick's parents had been settled. There hadn't been a chance of them getting custody of the children. That fight had been more of an annoyance than anything else. Though she had more than enough income to support her kids, she had believed that Rick's parents should honor his wishes, and provide his children with money she would put toward their future. The court had agreed. At some point in the future she would make arrangements for Rick's parents to see their grandchildren. It was only right that they all get to know one another.

There were a lot of hugs and kisses before Maggie was allowed to leave her parents' house. They made her promise to call them every night before they went to bed. It was a simple thing to do. She needed to nurture their connection as much as she needed her next breath. She backed out of the driveway with a final wave.

While she missed them already, antic.i.p.ation began to buzz through her veins. It wouldn't be long before she was with Max, Ethan, and Sean again. She had missed them immediately, after leaving them behind in town.

As she drove back home, Maggie thought about how much fuller, how much richer, her life was becoming. Though she hadn't needed a man in her life to make it complete, she knew she had now met the men who would complement what she had already.

After a quick dust and a sweep through the house, Maggie hurried to the room upstairs. It was a catch-all for everything. There were toys that needed to be donated, as well as some clothing. There was a spare bed under a cover, as well as boxes of a.s.sorted items, lamps, rolled up rugs, and shelves of books. She cleaned the room regularly, so there was no dust or cobwebs. She peeled back the cover on the bed and grabbed the mattress. It took some effort, but she got it downstairs and into the living room, dropping into the s.p.a.ce where she had moved two chairs and a small table away from the wall. She then went for the one in her bedroom. This one was larger, and she was cursing as it went off balance and she got squished against a wall. But soon it was beside the other one. She tied the handles together, hoping it would help keep them from spreading apart, then stuffed folded towels in the gap. She covered them with a king-sized flat sheet, part of a set she had purchased on a whim when it was on sale, hoping she would one day get a larger bed. She put elastic bands around the excess fabric at the corners, tucking them beneath. Running back upstairs she grabbed four, extra-large, clear storage bags filled with colorful throw pillows. After arranging them at the head of the "bed" she went for the decorative pillows on her bed.

Once Maggie was finished with that, she raided the room again for the large pieces of fabric she had used to in a display for her pottery. She used them to add colorful splashes around the room. Going around the living room, she turned on two lamps, which threw just the right amount of light on the bed.

Since Maggie knew the guys like to bring wine, she got out the ice bucket and placed it on the coffee table, along with the gla.s.ses. She took a look around, feeling as if something was missing.

"Oh!"

Going to the kitchen cupboard, she reached to the top shelf and got down several fat white candles. She took them in the living room and placed them in the gla.s.s dish on a side table and lit them. The soft scent of vanilla soon filled the air.

Feeling she couldn't do more to make the room more romantic, Maggie finally went to take a shower. She stripped off and tossed everything into the hamper. It took a moment for the water to heat up, but them she was ducking under, drenching her hair even as she reached for the raspberry-scented shampoo. Her men loved it. She would catch them leaning close just to sniff at her curls. Once they were caught they laughed and nuzzled, as they held her tight to their hard bodies.

It was the little things like that, which endeared the three men to her. They were very much alike, yet completely different in many ways. They each had a distinctive personality, of course. Sean was more of a contradiction. While he was the quietest, preferring to sit back and read a situation before he acted, he was also the boldest. Max came next. He was bold, charismatic, with a need to dominate. Ethan was endearingly brash at moments. He was playful, keeping the mood light as they interacted. It was as if he couldn't help him from being a goof.

Looking forward to seeing the goof, Maggie dried off and used the diffuser on her hair so the curls would be soft and bouncy. The men loved her hair, which was a good thing. She had only had trims since they began dating. The ends were now below her shoulders. It was a wild, fiery ma.s.s. A shiver of antic.i.p.ation swept over her as she imagined how they would shove their fingers into it as they made love to her, gripping it tightly as they sought their release.

Maggie opened the door to an antique lacquered cabinet with a giggle. Reaching in, she felt positively naughty as she took out the corset set and put it on, lacing it up the front. She had purchased it at Totally Discreet. It was black with emerald-green satin panels in the front. There was black lace around the edges. The cups were very sheer, showing off her nipples. The thong was black, just a sc.r.a.p of fabric covering the mound of her s.e.x. The "string" slid into the crease of her a.s.s. She grimaced, but knew she wouldn't be wearing it that long. Hopefully one of the men would end the torture. She turned toward the mirror to give her b.u.t.t a critical examination, pleased how the thong enhanced the creamy curves. Satisfied, she remembered the thigh high stockings she had gotten to go along with the outfit. A minute later she was working them up her legs, smoothing them around her thighs.

Feeling her p.u.s.s.y getting wet just from the antic.i.p.ation of what was to come when Max, Sean, and Ethan arrived, Maggie knew that there would be a lot of fireworks going off between them. Making love with her men couldn't be anything less than explosive.

Taking a deep breath, she fluffed her hair and went to the closet for shoes. Though she had really wanted a pair of high, platform heels, she wasn't foolish enough to think she could pull it off. Since an ankle packed in ice, or an emergency trip to the clinic, would be a real mood-killer, she had settled for a pair of sparkly black shoes with three-inch heels. They were s.e.xy, but not deadly. They even had the cutest little bows on the backs.

Heading into the kitchen, Maggie glanced at the clock. There hadn't been a set time for their arrival, but she guessed that they would be arriving soon, if their needs were as great as hers. Their s.e.xual compatibility was another point in their favor. So far, they hadn't tried something they didn't like and they had tried a lot.

Giggling at the thought of hours of divine pleasure, Maggie looked around the living room, satisfied with what she had done. It would have to do. Her bed was too small and she wasn't a person to visit motels. She grimaced, wishing the cabin was available. There had been a burst pipe, which had leaked and done considerable damage. Repairs would take time, as ceilings and floors had been damaged. It was such a shame. The amenities at the cabin had been wonderful.

Still, her efforts looked good. Kooky, but good. The whole room reflected her personality.

Biting her lip, glancing around, Maggie tried to think of what she might have forgotten. She cursed when she realized there was no music. Grabbing the control, she pressed the b.u.t.ton for her favorite soft jazz station on the satellite radio.

As she was walking through the house to look around for any unnoticed clutter, an idea popped into her head. Maggie giggled again, something which seemed to becoming a habit, as she hurried into her bedroom. Ethan, Sean, and Max would likely show up at any time and she definitely wanted to be able to pull this prank on them. The moment of opportunity was perfect.

Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the front door. Then the bells jingled, obviously someone having pulled the rope her grandfather had installed. He had liked the sound of bells and she couldn't blame him. The sound was much more pleasant than knuckles rapping on a wooden panel.

When the door opened and a woman appeared, Sean blinked twice and stared. He resisted the impulse to step back. The woman had a fuchsia scarf wrapped around her head, creamy white stuff smeared all over her face, a thick, purple chenille robe, and neon-green bunny slippers on her feet. Under the robe were huge b.o.o.bs.

Sean heard Max and Ethan laughing behind him. "Uh, Maggie?"

A cute giggle was her response and he relaxed, his gaze going over her once more. She pushed the door open. "Come on in, guys. You don't have to knock."

"Are we too early?" Max asked as he walked through to the kitchen.

Ethan was standing in the middle of the living room, looking around. "Nice. You sure did do a lot. You should have waited to let us help moving those mattresses." He stepped around Sean to put himself between them. "You sure are s.e.xy, Maggie. That white stuff on your face is turning me on. And this..." He reached down to squeeze the padding she was wearing beneath the robe. "Very s.e.xy. Something to hold onto." With a hard pull, she was pressed against him.

Sean watched the two, his mouth twitching. Maggie sure was a character. They had always known it. She had always marched to the beat of a different drummer. There had been colorful, flowing dresses when other girls were wearing jeans, and other, more conforming clothing. Hats were a favorite accessory, as were flowers, or decorative, jeweled clips in her magnificent dark auburn hair.

Maggie had made a huge impression on Ethan, Max, and him. Then and now. There were times when Sean couldn't quite believe that she had given them the time of day, let alone anything else. In his mind, she was still the cool girl, while they were still major goobers.

But Maggie seemed to like goobers now. In fact, she seemed to be delighted when they did or said something that was brilliantly stupid, while they cringed and hoped the moment would pa.s.s without any of them dying from embarra.s.sment.

They watched Maggie leave the living room, laughing as she swayed her padded bottom dramatically to and fro. Once she disappeared down the hallway, they went into the kitchen and emptied two of the bags. They found a pretty bowl to pour the chocolates into and placed the bottle of wine in the ice bucket on the coffee table. Sean and Max tucked away the other two bags, stopping E when he tried to get them.

"Not yet. Don't take all the fun out of the surprises. Now, go sit down before you get into trouble."

Sean locked the front door and closed the drapes tightly, checking for gaps. It wouldn't be good if they shocked an unexpected visitor and they were planning on some shocking behavior, he thought with a chuckle as he turned around.

His jaw dropped as he did so. Maggie was standing there between the kitchen and living room, now completely transformed. His gaze swept over the dark red curls, the creamy shoulders, the plumpness of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s pushed up by the cups of the corset, and the corset itself, enhancing her waist and the curve of her hips. His mouth watered. He couldn't decide what he liked more, the way her nipples puckered against the sheer fabric covering them, or the black thong which was barely hiding anything at all.

And the thigh-high stockings with their lace tops hugging her shapely flesh were enough to send him over the edge, from desire to burning l.u.s.t. The woman he loved was turning him into a man willing to commit himself to a lifetime of desiring her.

With his gaze on the laced front of the corset, Sean crossed the room and reached for the end of the lace. He gave it a little tug, pulling it out of its neat bow. "I've never seen a more beautiful woman," he told her, his tongue feeling thick with the emotions he was experiencing. "We have never met a more desirable woman." He pulled the laces from the eyelets, the abundant flesh of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s pushing to be free. Freckles begged to be kissed and licked. His mouth watered as he imagined doing just that. He now understood Max's fascination with them.

E moved to stand behind her, his hands sliding around and over her hips, the tips of his fingers caressing the tops of her thighs, so very close to the satin strings holding the thong in place. Max moved to stand beside them. He leaned close, nuzzling the ma.s.s of fiery curls, his fingers wrapping the long strands around until he was holding them tight in his fists. Maggie didn't seem to mind. The small moan was a clue as to how much Max's subtly aggressive action excited her. Her green eyes darkened, glowing like emeralds in her beautiful face.

Sean was looking forward to the hours they would spend pleasuring one another. If the room was yet another indicator of how Maggie felt about her time with them, she was more than willing to be adventurous.

As Ethan slid his fingers beneath the sc.r.a.p of black fabric covering Maggie's plump mound, and Max lifted a full breast from its hiding place, Sean lowered his head so he could capture the pouty, reddish-pink lips that were parted in breathy antic.i.p.ation.

Sean groaned as he captured Maggie's mouth and kissed her until she was writhing against him. Their tongues stroked against one another, dancing and dueling, drawing out moans from them both. Fire flared between them. Their bodies burned wherever they touched. Hands roamed freely, on a quest to find the most sensitive spots.

The ridge of his throbbing c.o.c.k pressed against Maggie's softer flesh.

Maggie's hands slid from Sean's shoulders to his chest, where she began unb.u.t.toning his shirt as she nipped his lower lip with pearly white teeth. Sean groaned and recaptured her mouth, ravaging it, his tongue plunging to roughly caress hers.

Sean felt a large, hard body pressed against him. His shirt was pulled back off his shoulders, momentarily trapping his arms. A warm mouth began kissing him across his shoulders, making this b.a.l.l.s tighten as pleasure rippled through him. The sc.r.a.pe of a new growth of beard brushed over skin becoming more sensitive by the second. Max's beard began growing back in almost as soon as he shaved it off. He would shave first thing in the morning and by the end of a sweaty, dusty day he had the appearance of a dangerous desperado. It was s.e.xy as h.e.l.l and on more than one occasion that character joined them in bed, tying Sean and Ethan to the bed before using them for his enjoyment, as well as theirs. They had done a lot of role playing over the years. It was fun and he hoped Maggie would like to partic.i.p.ate in their games. She showed signs of being willing to do so. Maggie was just a fun kind of person, in bed and out.

Moaning as slender fingers worked his belt free, and then attacked the b.u.t.ton of his jeans, his breath caught in his throat. Those deft fingers then grasped the tab and slid his zipper down. Sean's c.o.c.k twitched in antic.i.p.ation. He didn't have to wait long for Maggie to wrestle his turgid flesh from his jeans.

Pleasure washed over Sean as her fingers wrapped around it and she began stroking slowly from base to tip, her thumb sweeping over the head. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward into her fist. Giving her lower lip one last nip, he raised his head to look at her. She gave him a saucy wink before dropping to her knees and taking the head of his c.o.c.k between kiss-swollen lips.

Sean was only vaguely aware of Ethan stripping off his clothes and tossing them aside, over a chair draped with purple silk. Between Maggie's enthusiastic sucking down the length of his c.o.c.k, and Max biting his neck and pinching his nipples, he was rapidly approaching the end of his control. His knees shook, the base of his spine tingled. He groaned, his head falling back against Max's shoulder, as a soft hand cupped his b.a.l.l.s, to stroke and gently pull on them. The moist heat of Max's breath caressed his ear and cheek. Strong teeth tugged on his earlobe, distracting him momentarily from the tongue licking the head of his c.o.c.k.

"Let's get more comfortable," Max said roughly against his neck.

Sean was plenty comfortable. One lover was holding him tightly to his body. Another was now taking his c.o.c.k to the back of her throat. Could it get better?

Maggie released him, her lips popping as she sat back and looked up at him with a grin. Max pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side. Sean sat down on a nearby leather ottoman to pull off his boots. Then he stood to remove his jeans and underwear. He watched as Maggie crawled up the mattress, admiring her shapely a.s.s. The thong did magical things, enhancing the curves they loved so much. His gaze dropped to her p.u.s.s.y, covered in black silk, tucked neatly between her thighs.

Once she reached the bank of pillows, Maggie turned to lean against them. There was a smile on her face and an invitation in her green eyes. Long lashes dipped seductively as she ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip, in a cla.s.sic teasing move.

Sean's c.o.c.k twitched. It was still wet from her ministrations. As much as he wanted to feel Maggie's mouth sealed around his c.o.c.k again, he and Max had made plans.

Knowing she enjoyed watching as they made love to one another, he and Max were going to f.u.c.k Ethan into tomorrow for her enjoyment. It wouldn't be a hardship for them. Well, they would have to wait to make love to her, but it would be worth the wait. There was a lot of fire just under the woman's s.e.xy surface. They wanted to add fuel to the fire.

Max began undressing as Sean stood up, his clothes now piled on top of his boots. Sean looked at E. He looked as if he was about to join Maggie on the bed. When Ethan looked at him, Sean shook his head. He pushed the ottoman over to the end of the mattresses. "Get your a.s.s over this," he told E. As Ethan followed his instructions, looking more happy than concerned, Max got the bags out. He reached into one and pulled out handcuffs. Ethan took one look, laughed, and then bent over the ottoman. Since he was tall, his a.s.s was in the air as his head and chest rested on it.

Sean nearly swallowed his tongue as he saw the b.u.t.t plug between Ethan's rounded a.s.s cheeks. "When did you sneak that in?" he asked with a chuckle, leaning down to wiggle it.

Ethan moaned. "I'll never tell." He put his arms behind his back. Max locked his wrists together with the handcuffs, causing him to moan again. Sean found a condom and rolled it down the length of his c.o.c.k.

"I think he needs to be blindfolded," Maggie suggested cheerfully. "Should I get a scarf?"

"I have a blindfold," Max told her as he crouched in front of Ethan. The black leather blindfold they had purchased at Totally Discreet was in his hands. It only took a moment to place it around E's head. "Just relax and enjoy."

"Oh, nice," Maggie complimented. "I think I need some of that wine. This is getting interesting."

Max poured a gla.s.s of wine and handed it to her. He had to clear his throat twice to get her attention, which seemed to be fixed to Max's c.o.c.k. Both Sean and Max laughed as she blushed adorably and took the wine.

She took a rather lengthy sip before leaning back and sighing. "You guys are every woman's wet dream. How did I get so lucky?"

"I don't think luck had much to do with it," Ethan told her. "We took advantage of you when you were least expecting it."

Maggie laughed. "That's true enough. And are you supposed to be talking?" she asked him, taking another sip of wine. Sean's gaze watched as she pulled the ribbon laces from two more eyelets. Her magnificent b.r.e.a.s.t.s were all but bursting out. "I don't think he should be talking."

"No, he's not," Sean said as he took the bottle of lube Max handed him and popped the lid back with his thumb.

He played with the b.u.t.t plug with his other hand, pulling and pushing it, wiggling it until E was squirming and thrusting his a.s.s back in an open invitation. Max held up the ball gag and grinned, holding a finger to his lips. He and Sean grinned at one another while Maggie giggled. Sean removed the plug and set it aside as Max gently opened Ethan's mouth and placed the gag between his teeth. Sean poured a generous amount of lube on his fingers and over the twitching a.s.shole. A moment later he was pushing two fingers into him, watching as E's a.s.s sucked them in, the silky channel clinging to his fingers, even with the slick on them. Though his lover was obviously stretched, Sean took pleasure in rea.s.suring himself that the man was ready for him, adding a third finger, then a fourth.

Dropping the bottle of lube, Sean grabbed the base of his c.o.c.k and was about to aim the head toward an a.s.s just begging to be f.u.c.ked, when Maggie spoke again. "You know, I think he should be punished instead of rewarded. Maybe you should spank him." This thoughtful observation was followed by another sip of wine.

"I think she's right," Max told Sean even as Ethan groaned and wiggled his tempting a.s.s again. "It's amazing how well this is all working out."

"It is," Sean agreed, though he was eager to get straight to the f.u.c.king part. Ethan's a.s.s was a beautiful sight, the rounded mounds jutting into the air. "Perhaps you would like the honor?"

He moved back, giving Max the s.p.a.ce he needed after he took the leather-padded paddle they had chosen for this moment. They had played like this before, but they had always used items they had around the house. This felt new and exciting. Both Max and Sean knew that Ethan was going to be surprised and pleasured. He enjoyed a bit of bondage and pain. They all did, but he more than them. Sean wouldn't be surprised it Ethan came before they were finished with the paddle.

The crack of the leather on E's a.s.s made them all jump. It was loud in the room. Ethan groaned, his hips humping for a moment, before the paddle connected with his other a.s.s cheek. The first one was reddening nicely. Maggie had changed her position on the bed so she had a better vantage point. She reached out and stroked Sean's a.s.s, her fingers sliding down the crease to play with his a.s.shole. He bit back a groan. Even as they watched Max meting out what was supposed to be punishment, the paddle firmly smacking each rounded mound several more times, Sean was beginning to entertain an unexpected fantasy.

The fantasy grew by leaps and bounds as Maggie moved behind him. Her chin rested against Sean's shoulder as she kneeled between his legs and pressed herself close. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were smashed against his back as an arm slid around him. One hand was holding his c.o.c.k firmly while the other continued to play with his aching a.s.shole. Just the thought of her doing things to him, naughty things he had only ever done with Max and Ethan, had him ready to come.

The sights, sounds, and smells in the room were heady, vibrating along his senses. "Wouldn't you just love for me to lick your tight little hole," Maggie whispered in his ear, her breath hot, and her words hotter. "I'd get it all wet and then I would push a finger in there, playing with it until you were ready for another and another."

Sean was willing to let Maggie do anything she wanted to his body. He had to wonder, however, how much influence the wine was having her scorching description. Though she had been bold many times in the past, what she was describing to him seemed to go beyond anything they had done together.

With his b.a.l.l.s pulling up tight to his body, Sean knew he was about to come. Maggie was pushing him as close to the edge as he could get, without falling over it. Moving forward as Max stepped away, he grabbed his c.o.c.k and pushed it into Ethan's body, burying himself to the hilt. The heat and the grip of the dark channel caused him to close his eyes and groan. There were no words to describe how he felt when he connected with one of his lovers, when he became a part of them, if only for a short time. Doing so strengthened everything he felt for each of them. He knew it was the same for Ethan and Max. He could only a.s.sume it was the same for Maggie. When they made love, they were forging their connection.

Leaning over Ethan, he grabbed his hips and began f.u.c.king him as hard and as fast as he could. It would probably be the shortest f.u.c.k in history, but he couldn't help it. The very air seemed to be charged with raw s.e.xuality, swirling in and around him.

When the cheeks of his a.s.s were spread and a tongue thrust against his tight, puckered hole every time he withdrew from Ethan's body, Sean saw stars. Lots and lots of stars, as he pressed his eyes shut and concentrated on the fiery sensations shooting through his body. His muscles tightened, his toes curled. Gritting his teeth, Sean forced down the rising pa.s.sion thundering through his body.

Maggie, however, had other ideas. Her tongue was a provocative tool. It licked and explored, daring as the stiff, pointed tip pressed through the ring of muscles as he pulled from Ethan. Opening his eyes, Sean looked down at the man he held tightly in his grip. The blindfold and handcuffs were a definite turn on, though they were E's particular kink. They each had them. He watched as powerful muscles strained against the restraints, E's hands in tight fists. His gaze moved to where their bodies were joined, his c.o.c.k sliding in and out.

Trembling, Sean was fighting for self-control. That attempt was shot to h.e.l.l when a slender finger slid into his channel and searched for the prize within. His body jerked, as if he had been hit by electricity, when Maggie found what she was searching for. Her finger stroked his gland moments before he came, his b.a.l.l.s pulling tight, ropes of hot c.u.m pumping into Ethan's body. Ethan came then, too, tumbling over the edge with Sean, his dark channel clamping down so hard on Sean's c.o.c.k that he couldn't move.

Collapsing over Ethan's back, he pressed kisses to the heated, sweat-covered skin. "Oh, f.u.c.k, baby!"

Ethan laughed softly a few moments after Max removed the ball gag and blindfold. "We have to do that again."

As Sean straightened, Max moved in to unlock the handcuffs. He caught the top of the condom and tied it off. He and Max exchanged a grin and a kiss. Maggie was not forgotten. He yelped as she bit his left b.u.t.t cheek. When he twisted to grab her, she giggled and jumped to her feet, running off through the house. He shook his head. It was going to be a fun night.