COME WHEN CALLED (Billionaire & Biker Menage Romance) Page 18

  Her eyes flew to Charley’s. She didn’t even know this man. Not really.

  Charley shrugged, looking relaxed now and in higher spirits. “He’s right. I really do want to see your tits, Evie.” He grinned, his wide mouth promising her all the boisterous affection she’s seen from him for most of the day. His brown eyes were familiar and understanding, though now lit with a smoldering flame.

  They were in this together. She remembered her promise to try and bridge the sexual gap between the two men.

  She looked back and forth between them. They were hands-down the two sexiest, hottest men she’d ever met in her life. Throwing a glance to the vast window and beyond, into the black of the night sky, she was reminded that she was separated, quite literally, from the rest of the world by Ford’s fortress of a home and the high stone walls beyond that. Anything she did in this extremely private house would remain among the three of them. She could do everything. Explore every fantasy she’d ever had. And she knew the two men would enthusiastically participate, giving her as much as she gave them. And it would be just the three of them, enjoying each other.

  She smiled toward the great darkness outside the windows of the room. Fuck you, John, she thought. You want to see a whore? Watch this.

  Reaching trembling fingers to the hem of her dress, she pulled it slowly over her head, wiggling her naked body out of the fitted fabric and letting the silky sheath puddle to the floor. Dropping her shoulders back, she felt a rush of empowerment, of pride. This was her life, dammit, and she was going to live it without apologies. Ford and Charley seemed to epitomize that idea, and she could learn from them.

  Neither Ford nor Charley had ever seen her naked breasts, and from the looks on their faces, they seemed happy for the introduction. Her nipples elongated and hardened in the cool air and she had an urge to touch them for the two men, pinch them, but she didn’t.

  “Lovely,” Ford murmured.

  “Goddamn,” Charley sighed.

  Evie beamed.

  Ford looked at Charley. “We’d better get undressed if we intend to enjoy this.” The men stripped. Naked. Both of them.

  The scene was riveting and Evie reminded herself to study it, remember it. Charley’s eyes followed Ford as he undressed, and Ford’s attention was also frequently on the muscular, naked body Charley was revealing. Evie’s pussy tingled watching the two men. There was something immensely hot about two big men eying each other up for sex. She had no doubt that’s exactly what they were doing, whether both of them even realized it or not.

  The men settled back on the couch, very close to each other, their bare arms and legs touching along their lengths. Charley seemed to be having a hard time keeping his eyes off Ford’s dick. Their mutual excitement from earlier in the dining room had waned, and they were both nearly soft now. Their thick cocks lay like relaxed muscles over their powerful thighs, waiting for her services.

  “Make us hard, please, Evie. Use your mouth.”

  She nearly squirmed where she stood. This was a million times more erotic than she could have imagined. Ford was going to make her pleasure him and his friend at the same time. They were both going to use her until they’d had their fill of her. They were both going to come in her mouth and she was going to lick up every drop.

  The wantonness of the idea made her throat tight. It was so wrong and somehow that’s what made it feel so good to her. She couldn’t ever remember being so anxious and yet so sexually stimulated at the same time. Her heart was fluttering in her chest in an unfamiliar staccato and she was so wet she wondered about needing a towel.

  This was crazy.

  This was exactly what she needed.

  John had called today and scared her again, and nothing was going to take her mind off that better than Ford and Charley’s naked, hard bodies. Losing herself in sex with these men. She needed the blissful peace that she’d discovered came hand-in-hand with letting Ford be in charge and serving his sexual demands—and she needed it today more than ever.

  Making herself move, she bent in front of Ford and reached for his cock but he stopped her. “Our guest first, love.”

  “Of course,” she whispered and turned to Charley. He spread his legs so she could step between them and she knelt shakily, placing her hands on his thighs. They locked eyes—his warm ones capturing and holding hers. He seemed to be telling her not to worry, they’d do this together. He put his hands over hers and squeezed, nodding. You can do this, he was telling her. It was the shot of bravery she needed to touch him.

  She swept her eyes slowly down his mountain of a body, reaching out and running her fingertips over his chest and along the trail of hair that grew in the defined split at the bottom of his six-pack abs. The neatly-trimmed trail of hair made a beeline to his cock.

  Forcing her hand to keep moving in spite of her nerves, she traced the hard topography of his muscles under his tanned skin until her palm brushed against his penis. It seemed to jump in her hand, asking to be gripped.

  Ford was big, but she’d never seen anything like Charley. As he grew harder, she pursed her lips, let her held breath escape.

  “Our Charley’s got a really big cock,” Ford said, his voice growing husky. “I don’t imagine you can swallow it, but I’m going to see that Charley makes you try.”

  Evie flicked her eyes to Ford, her skin feeling hot with desire for him. Could he see what he did to her? Talking like that?

  Here we go, she thought. A new man. A new cock. It wasn’t like it had happened that often.

  She wrapped her hand around the broad head of him. A moan escaped his lips and he shuddered. She bent in, sucking him into her mouth. Even semi-soft, she couldn’t take him all. She’d need to practice to master a cock like his. She bobbed up and down, coaxing his dick to its full glorious length as he groaned. Popping her mouth off him, she locked eyes with him and smiled. They seemed to enjoy each other in a way she’d never felt with a lover. So easy. So loving.

  Now it was Ford’s turn. She kept a hand wrapped around Charley’s erection as she moved in front of her boss. She fisted Charley, stroking him lightly as she caught the tip of Ford’s already hard cock in her mouth. She kept her eyes locked to Ford’s as she kissed the head of his dick. The corners of her mouth turned up at the look on his face. He was always so in control, but at moments like these, when he had that look on his face—a look of wonder and almost innocence, as odd as that sounded—it was then she knew she had the upper hand at that tic of time. She was blowing his mind, and she loved it. It brought a high she knew she’d never get enough of.

  Closing her eyes, she sucked Ford as deeply as she could, jamming him against the back of her mouth like she knew he wanted before relaxing enough to take him fully into her throat. “Goddamn,” Charley breathed in response to her swallowing Ford’s entire length, his own dick jumping in her hand. She came up for air and bobbed on Ford’s cock twice before releasing him and turning her attention back to Charley. But this time Charley leaned forward, gently placing his hands on her sides. “I want to touch you.” His voice was lush in its deep manliness. Without waiting for an answer, he moved his hand to trace a fingernail along the underside of her right breast, causing her breath to hitch. “Can I? Can I touch you?”

  Charley was a different sort of creature than Ford. Ford would not have asked permission, he would have demanded she allow him. She liked it both ways and decided she was a lucky girl to be able to have both types of men in her bed, so to speak. How many women get that opportunity?

  “Yes,” she breathed. There had been a point in the day where she’d stopped being in conflict with Charley and had almost immediately begun imagining him touching her. He had a wide mouth and full, soft-looking lips, and she wanted him to kiss her while his big paws of hands cupped her breasts and teased her nipples.

  He wrapped one strong arm around her waist and pulled her up onto his knee, forcing her to let go of Ford. “Ford,” Charley’s lips were inches from her elongated nipple. “T
his okay?”

  “Of course.” Ford’s voice was gravelly, as if he’d been lost in the scene and wasn’t prepared to speak. “She’s as much yours as she is mine, Charley.”

  And though this had never been discussed, Evie liked the sound of it very much. Not only was Charley a great guy, fun and sexy, but whatever part of Evie’s brain that controlled her sexual pleasure felt like it nearly shorted out at capacity under the thought of her belonging to these two men, there to satisfy their needs whenever the mood struck. Some part of herself she hadn’t known existed wanted them to lay claim to her—own her.

  Charley put his free hand on her shoulder and pushed back, tilting her body toward Ford and trapping her in her exposed position, her nipples straining for attention from the two men.

  Two men. She’d never done this before. Never thought she would.

  Charley covered the hard, pink tip of her right breast with his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue before touching his teeth to it. Evie groaned. In all of the pleasurable escapades Ford had engaged her in lately, he hadn’t yet touched her nipples, and she’d been dying for it. She squeezed her hand around Charley’s hard cock, communicating her appreciation.

  She tried not to let go completely—she wanted to remember this moment because it was so extraordinary. She had one man’s unfamiliar mouth on her breasts, the bare scruff on his face scraping lightly against her sensitive skin, and another man watching, waiting for his turn with her.

  All she could hear was her own panting and Charley’s heavy breathing in between sucks on her nipples. He took his time—sucking, nipping, flicking—moving up to nuzzle her neck and then back down. She let her head fall back and relished what the man was doing to her. Opening her eyes, she sought Ford and found him, his dazzling eyes locked to hers, a look of wonder and excitement on his face. His hand was on his own hard cock, and he was stroking it as he watched Charley devour her tits while she in turn massaged his friend’s hefty erection.

  Holy shit, it was hot.

  “God,” she exclaimed, feeling ready to burst at the intensity of the pleasure. She looked greedily at Ford’s cock and then back to his eyes. She needed something more, feeling desperate to come like this, with two men. Ford seemed to understand her thinking.

  “Charley,” he growled. “She’s ready for you. Taste her and make her come. I want to watch.”

  Charley didn’t hesitate. He hauled Evie off his lap and tossed her back onto the oversized ottoman as if she was on fire and he was going to smother the flames with his mouth. And that’s exactly what it felt like to Evie. She whimpered at the rough handling, feeling as desperate for Charley as he was for her.

  Her state of arousal was like nothing she’d ever felt. She was so hungry for orgasm that she wondered if two men were even enough for her this night. Her sexual satisfaction felt like an endless pit that had never come close to being filled, and now she was finally getting a taste of how it might be done.

  There was no doubt in her mind—she wanted fucked. Fucked by both of them. Two men, ravishing her, demanding more and more from her sweat-slicked body until they were all three exhausted and satisfied.

  Charley knelt by the ottoman and wrapped his hands around her ankles, forcing her legs wide. He kissed at her knee and then up the inside of her leg, his tongue setting her sensitive skin ablaze.

  There’s something about the skin on the inside of your upper thigh—it’s a place where a tongue or bare hand only ever is if sex is imminent, oral or otherwise, making that skin extra-sensitive in anticipation.

  Charley kissed all the way up, his heavy breathing telegraphing his excitement. He closed his mouth over her entire pussy and she gasped unabashedly as he massaged his tongue against her. Once her moans started, they kept coming, over and over.

  “Make her come, Charley.” Ford commanded, his voice that of a master. “I want our Evie nice and relaxed when we take turns fucking her mouth.” At those raunchy words, Evie called out as a jolt of pleasure thrust through her sex. Charley licked her like he had endless energy to do so, his tongue talented and unyielding, his rhythm expert.

  Jumping to his feet, Ford crawled onto the ottoman and swung a leg over Evie’s chest, straddling her on his knees, kneeling over her, facing her, his hard body coiled above her. Leaning forward, he braced one hand on the ottoman over her head and grasped his dick with his other hand, pushing it against her lips. “I’m not going to wait for Charley to finish,” Ford’s voice was tight. “Open your mouth for me.”

  Evie did as he said and Ford glided his erection between her lips. He hissed in air and stilled while Evie swirled her tongue around the head of him, tasting his precum. He must have enjoyed watching her and Charley together.

  Slowly, Ford began to move in and out of her mouth. It was like torture for her, trying to concentrate on both acts at the same time. Charley was coaxing her toward the edge of orgasm while she tried not to neglect Ford’s cock.

  Keeping her eyes on Ford, she could see he was watching over his shoulder as Charley fucked her with his tongue. Without taking his eyes from Charley, Ford let go of his cock and slid his hand under Evie’s head, knotting his fingers into the back of her hair in the dominant way he preferred. Then it felt like he was making her suck him, and she loved how incredibly naughty it felt.

  Charley flexed his tongue, directing it up to concentrate on her clit. He pulsated quick strokes against her nub over and over, making her writhe under Ford’s body, pure pleasure gripping her as she moaned on Ford’s cock.

  Charley seemed eager to please her. He pushed two fingers into her pussy and moved them in and out slowly as he nuzzled her, building her closer and closer to ecstasy. He stopped and she heard him ask Ford in a hoarse whisper, “Can I put my fingers in her ass?”

  Evie’s eyes widened as she pleaded silently with Ford, her mouth full of his erection. Charley had clearly said fingers—plural—and she didn’t know if she could do that. Ford picked up on her small panic. “Evie, love.” He swept his thumb over her cheek, not slowing the rhythm of his hips as he pressed his cock against the back of her throat. “You can do this. Your ass is very pleasurable with the right preparation.

  “Charley, behind the bar there’s a drawer with lubricant in it. Fetch it, please, and you’re welcome to finger her ass.” Ford turned his attention back to Evie and continued shoving himself slowly in and out of her mouth while he explained. “Being stimulated in your ass with a finger, allowing yourself to be stretched, will help in your training, Evie. You must learn to take a man in your ass. I won’t be denied any part of your body that pleases me.” Ford’s voice dropped an octave as that familiar demanding tone crept in. “And I will have your ass as part of this arrangement. That point is non-negotiable.”

  She closed her eyes and groaned in a mix of pleasure and fear—Ford’s signature cocktail. Charley abandoned orally pleasuring her and went in search of lubrication. He was back in an instant, and he came around the side of the ottoman to where Evie could see him and stood watching as Ford fucked her mouth with precise control. Fords jaw clenched and the muscles in his shoulders bunched and relaxed. He seemed to enjoy Charley watching.

  “Charley, I’m getting close.” Ford’s voice was tight. “Have your fingers in her ass when she comes. I want her to associate anal stimulation with orgasm.” Evie made a noise of protest around Ford’s cock and Ford chuckled, looking down at her. “My Evie, I will have something in your ass every time you come if that’s what it takes to make you crave a cock in there so much when you orgasm that you beg me for it.” Evie groaned, closing her eyes against the thought.

  “Orgasm, fingers in her ass. Yes, sir,” Charley drawled.

  Evie slurped against Ford’s erection, her jaw getting sore from her mouth being constantly filled with cock. Ford finally pulled his erection out, allowing her a small break from his taking his pleasure from her. “If your mouth is full and you want to use your safe word, I want you to grab my arm and squeeze hard.
I’ll be right here with you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Evie tried to look brave, in spite of her heart trying to hammer out of her chest.

  Ford gave her a look of pure adoration, smoothing his thumb over her bottom lip as he peered down at her underneath him. Then he fed her his cock again with a groan, whispering, “Now suck me.”

  Charley had his tongue back on her in seconds, and she jumped, squealing around Ford’s dick when Charley’s broad finger pressed against the pucker of her asshole.

  “Shh.” Charley pulled his mouth off her to talk her through it, his voice soothing. “It’s just one finger and I’m going to make sure you’re completely slick. It’s gonna slide right in. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

  She turned what she knew were anxious eyes up at Ford and he stared down at her, his eyes softening. He paused his invading of her mouth long enough to whisper, “You’re going to enjoy this. I know you are.”

  The pressure against her back hole increased as Charley pressed his finger into her. His lips back on her sex, he sucked her clit between his teeth as he sank a digit into her backside. His mouth was a heavenly distraction, and the contrast of pleasure and discomfort somehow only served to spike her arousal even higher.

  She whimpered. It felt so forbidden and yet so delicious. Soon she realized she was pressing back against Charley’s thrusts into her ass, wanting a taste of what it would be like to actually get fucked in that place. It felt good.

  “Ford, she’s taking this like she wants more.”

  Ford narrowed his eyes down at Evie and she felt wild beneath him. The man she’d lusted over for so long was pressing his slick cock against the back of her throat while another man, whom she newly lusted over, fingered her ass. And she couldn’t believe how good all of this wanton sex made her feel. She was a carnal goddess.