Faithless (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (124 page)

The three of us moan together, all eyes watching Grant’s hand wrap around Wil’s shaft. A ga
sp is torn from my throat when Wil’s cock disappears inside of me. With a shift of his hips, Wil starts rolling into me, rocking into me. He can’t really thrust or fuck me hard when we’re in this position- lying on our sides, being spooned from behind.

“Watch,” he demands. “Watch
my
cock fuck
my
wife. You want to fuck
my
wife, too, don’t you? I know why, too. You’re a bit of a freak, Grant. But who am I to judge,” Wil breathlessly says, picking up the pace.

“What?” I squeak out. Grant look frightened all of the sudden.

“Nothing, Pixy,” Wil answers me, but he holds Grant’s gaze. Whatever it is that passes between the men seems to relax Grant. “We all have dark desires that no one should ever voice. We’re friends because Grant
can’t
voice mine- not vocally, at least. I will return the favor.”

May I keep touching her while you have sex?
Grant signs, looking unsure if he’s welcome.

“Hmm… I thought about having Pixy suck your cock, but her belly gets upset pretty fast. I’d hate our fun to be interrupted by morning sickness. So… lay on the bed on your stomach. Face us. Do it now,”
Wil demands.

Grant eagerly complies.
He stares at our joined bodies while lying on his belly. He props his elbows on the mattress and rests his head in his palms. I giggle when he kicks his feet back and forth like a kid watching Saturday morning cartoons.

“This is how it’s going to happen or you’ll just watch. You have to agree to it all or you get nothing.” Wil’s calm voice turns into the serial killer tone- so calm and understanding, and smooth and s
oothing. It’s the voice that it lulling. The voice you should never trust.

“You can taste her- bring her. After Pixy comes, you’re to suck my nuts until I cum. Then I will pull out and you will lick her clean. Your reward for being a good cum sucker, you can make love to my wife. Nothing rough, my baby wouldn’t appreciate it. A bonus: I’ll let you bareback, but you have to pull out and cum on her thigh… and lick it off.”

Stunned silence meets Wil’s request, and not just because Grant is mute. We, Grant and I, cease to breathe. I have no idea what expression is on Wil’s face, but his chest rumbles at my back as he silently laughs. He doesn’t think Grant will do it. I feel conflicted. Grant looks conflicted. Wil isn’t conflicted. I can feel the air fill with his anticipation. If Wil’s going to share his wife, then he’s going to make Grant work for it.

“Fuck,” I hiss, undulating in Wil’s arms, shoving his cock in deeper. Grant attacks my pussy- suckling my clit like a cock.
His hands slide up my belly to cup my breasts. He squeezes in time with his sucks. “You weren’t lying about being starved for pussy,” I laugh, but it’s an uncomfortable sound.

“
The fact that your licking my wife’s pussy, I take it that we have an agreement,” Wil says, sounding pretty dang arrogant. “After my past, I may not want to fuck a man, but I can… I’m desensitized to it. Grant, if you think you’ll get a taste of my wife and not complete the agreement, you’ve got another thing coming. I will hold your head and fuck your throat. I know how much that would bother you.”

I whimper when Grant’s talented mouth leaves my flesh. A wealth of disappointment flows over me from the loss. I hadn’t realized how badly I wanted to play with Grant until he stopped.

Wil groans deep from his throat. His cock swells inside of me, pulsing with his heartbeat. He ceases his thrusting and just writhes around. “Stop,” he hisses, “Pixy comes first.”

“What?” I gasp in surprise. I look down the length of my body and watch Wil’s sack fall from Grant’s mouth.
Grant looks up at me with wide eyes and an expression of disbelief on his face, like he can’t believe he just had Wil’s balls in his mouth. “Ummm?” I murmur in confusion.

“I think Grant was either proving how eager he was to suck my nuts… or how much he did
not
want to suck my dick. I should be offended,” Wil says with a chuckle. “But I’m most certain that he’s saying how very badly he wants to be inside you. I feel fucking powerful right now. But, Pixy, you should, too. That man is dying to have a taste of you.”

“A little too much,” I grumble. “It’s like he’s desperate or some shit. What’s up with that?”

“It’s none of your concern as long as we all get what we want,” Wil replies. “Lick her ‘til she comes,” he seductively orders.

My eyes roll back into my head so far I’m staring at my brain. Grant sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks it with his scarred tongue. Who would have imagined that a scratchy tongue is better than a smooth one? My spine bows as Wil picks a pace that matches Grant’s sucks. Grunts ar
e torn from my throat from the maddening pleasure that assaults me. Wil controls me by the hand in my hair and the palm cupping my throat.

I go off in less than a minute. It has never taken me long to get off, but this is ridiculous.
I bleat like a wounded animal, fingernails scoring Wil’s forearms as I hang on for dear life. Wil’s fingers tighten in my hair drawing my head back so he can reach my lips. We kiss while I orgasm, and it’s only seconds later that he’s following me into the abyss.

Wil shifts his hips, drawing his spent cock from my body. He presses his sticky cock against my ass as we continue
the kiss. Grant licking Wil’s spendings from my cunt has me coming harder than I ever have. Wil makes pitiful noises as Grant’s tongue laps up the semen leaking from my body. We both stare in awe as Grant swallows it down.

“Be gentle,” Wil warns.

Arms tenderly cradle me. I’m lifted up and placed in the middle of the bed. I lay on my back as Grant hungrily crawls over to me. I don’t watch Grant, I watch Wil. His eyes are at half-mast, lashes hiding the white/blue glow of his eyes. His lips are parted as he slows his breathing. He stretches his muscular frame on the bed, muscles pulling tautly. Rolling around in the sheets, Wil looks like a cat luxuriating in a beam of sunshine.

Wil turns to face us
, a wicked smile on his lips. “Accidently shoot inside her, and I’ll have to punish you next time. I am way too satisfied to get it up again. That was one heluva orgasm.” He rolls to his feet. His spent cock deliciously flops against his thigh as he walks towards the bathroom.  He quickly turns on his heel and returns to the bed.

“Congrats on this achievement,” Wil slyly says to Grant. He musses up Grant’s hair while laughing deep
ly from his chest.

“What-” but Wil cuts my words off with his lips. He kisses me as Grant
hurriedly connects our bodies, as if scared he’d be turned away. I shudder in their arms. Nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of Wil’s mouth on mine while Grant’s larger cock slides like velvet inside my body.

“I’ll be back in a minute. Gotta wash up,” Wil says, quickly ducking into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper in awe as I stare up into Grant’s vibrant blue eyes. “I never thought I’d be in your bed with you above me. But I’m glad I am.” Grant’s unsure smile changes to one that could light the city.

I groan from the back of my throat as Grant smoothly thrusts in and out of me. My arms wrap around his shoulders and my legs wrap around his hips. I don’t know if it’s the pure wickedness of the act, or the fact that I’m having sex while my husband lazily watches from his sprawl against the bathroom’s doorframe, but I go off like a rocket.

“Grant,” a half-strangled scream flows from my throat.

“What the fuck,” comes from multiple sources, causing me to scream for an entirely different reason.

Grant whips around, death in his gaze. He yanks the bedspread from the bed and quickly covers my body
. Get the fuck out!
Grant screams without sound.
NOW!

I scuttle until my back hits the headboard, all the while wrapping the blanket around my body.
I am mortified, but not nearly as the spectators. Sex for me has always been a private affair, and it always will be. I stare wide-eyed and gape-mouthed as they stare at me with a myriad of emotions.

“Dad, Um… I never wanted to see that,” Whitt grumbles, blushing like a sonofabitch, “ever!”

Grant furiously yanks on his pajama bottoms like they are offending him and he needs to punish the badly behaving fabric. The ripping seam sounds like a feral scream. Once dressed in torn pajamas, Grant’s hands are signing at an alarming rate. None of us have any idea what he is saying. But his lips keep mouthing
motherfucker
over and over.

“Syn?” Marc says to me like he can’t believe his eyes. “What?”

“She’s pregnant,” Regina says in horror. “I saw her belly. For the love of all that is holy, please tell me it’s not yours,” she begs, voice cracking with immense emotion. “You weren’t using a condom.” She accusingly glares at Grant.

“It’s not his,”
Niel quickly mutters, looking extremely guilty. Unlike his father, he has a girl knocked up right now. “It’s her husband’s kid.”

“Husband?”
  Whitt and Regina say at once, looking at each other in confusion. Marcus slumps against the wall in relief. Marc knows I’m married, but since I’ve never let him into my private life, he doesn’t know that my husband is the illustrious Wil.

Niel and Adelaide look at the floor, pretending they didn’t just
see their relative having sex. Thankfully Diane and Daniel hightailed it to the hallway the instant they figured out what was happening. All the members of their group just saw Grant and me having sex- Jesus Christ.

“You could have knocked first,” I snidely hiss while staring them all down. Most of them look away from my glare. “Even if Grant wasn’t in here with me, he deserves privacy. It’s no wonder he hat
es living here since you’re all so fucking disrespectful.” I lash out, because if they had come in five minutes earlier, they would have seen something much worse. How would Grant explain why he was sucking on some guy’s balls while the other guy was buried inside a woman?

Grant picks up Wil’s jeans and whips them at
him. No one has noticed Wil as he stands in the doorway to the bathroom. He just keeps looking at me- stunned, and unsure of what he should do now. If Wil walks into the room, his cover is blown. But worse, they will know Grant was messing with a man. Grant is so heterosexual that it might freak his ass out to admit it. But Wil can’t take up residence in Grant’s bathroom, and the rude bastards aren’t leaving us.

“Faith,” Regina says as she walks across Grant’s bedroom. She picks up my long-sleeved shirt and my yoga pants along the way. “Your baby isn’t Grant’s, right?” Her voice quivers. She’s frightened that her children are getting another sibling. I know how she feels- been there, done that… and hated every second of it.

“No,” I whisper as I take my clothing from her hands. I slip my shirt over my head, never leaving the protection of the bedspread. Other than the men I’ve been with, the only other person in the room that’s seen me naked is Marcus… and now they all have.

“We’re sorry to interrupt, but we had some news we needed to tell Grant, and it was about you,”
Regina softly says while helping me with my pants. “It involves you.”

“Who is Wil,”
Whitt bites out, looking murderous.

“
I am,” Wil says, stepping from the shadows of the bathroom. I will admit that Wil looks pretty badass in just a pair of jeans, with is chest and abs glistening with sweat.

“Levi Wilson?” Marc groans out. “I’m such a moron! Wil- Levi Wilson.” Marc’s shoulde
rs slump and his head hangs low in defeat.

“And what the hell are you doing in here?” Whitt demands. “You sure as shit we
ren’t guarding them. You smell like sex. What the hell, Syn? Why would your husband be alright with you screwing both of them.”

“Because I’m her husband,” Wil
announces.

~
Chapter One-Hundred-Eleven~

I hate this room- Whittenhower Estates
’ study. I avoided it like the plague when I pretended to live here for a few months. I haven’t stepped foot into it since my first and only time in this room. All we need to do is add Ez and resurrect my dead grandfather, and we could do a reenactment from sixteen years ago.

These idiots have been meeting on a daily basis to discuss the game and its players. They are well organized- each with their own seat. Wil and I
are standing in front of the large desk that Niel and Whitt are sitting behind, and everyone else is at our backs- comforting.

“You have to start at the beginning,” Whitt says to us.

I pull out my cell and look at the time. Twenty-one hours until showtime. What could I possibly tell them that would occupy that time?