Three Hearts Beat as One (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

“I wouldn’t know,” Devin said stupidly. “I never finished high school.” But he got the picture, and already Chase was regarding him with shining eyes. Bouncing on his ass on the mattress, Chase slid off his underwear and tossed it, joining Lacey on his knees with his hands braced against the headboard. It was all so fast Devin was shocked.
Do women really like watching men fuck?
Why would she get off on it if she couldn’t participate?

Now Chase leaned over and slid open a nightstand drawer. He pulled out a fully-loaded lube shooter, handing it to Devin. Devin frowned. “Your eagerness is suspicious, Chase.”

“Come on, come on!” urged Lacey. “Katrina will be here at ten and it must be almost that. Fuck him, Devin. I want to see. I can see your ass in that mirror if you fuck him the way he’s kneeling right now. What’s that thing he gave you?”

Devin was slightly mortified that his stiff prick already filled his boxer briefs. When he slid them off, his cock sprung up with such force it bobbed in the air, already plump with seed. The thought of humping Chase while the seemingly innocent maiden watched pumped him with testosterone. “Lube shooter.” Devin positioned himself behind Chase and slid the syringe up the well-used ass. Chase groaned and squirmed, and already Lacey had let loose her grip on the headboard and faced the men on her knees.

She said, “Tell me why you like fucking Chase, yet you like fucking me as well.”

It filled Devin with erotic potency to have the feminine gal watching him mount his boyfriend. He chucked the lube shooter into the drawer and positioned his cock against Chase’s opening but did not penetrate him. He wanted Lacey to get her money’s worth, and of course he liked her admiration of his big penis. He merely rubbed the giant mushroom glans with his thumb slowly, salaciously. “Why shouldn’t I like both?” he teased. He slapped the impudent globe of Chase’s muscular ass, satisfied with the big smacking sound. “Two things are different, yet the same.”

He briefly squeezed Chase’s dick, but his insecurity got the better of him. He didn’t want Lacey comparing their penis size. His brain told him he’d come out on top, but his baseless insecurities told him he’d be a loser. So he ran his palm up Chase’s flat abdomen, enjoying the way his submissive bottom squirmed and sighed when he diddled his nipples.

Lacey said, “But a man is harder. Less pliant. You’re just two straining, groaning men slapping against each other. Why do you like it?”

Devin grinned at his girlfriend, and shoved the tip of his dick inside his lover. “Because. It’s two groaning, sweating men slapping up against each other.
That’s
what’s to like.” To punctuate his point, he slapped the willing ass again and again. “I happened to fall in love with Chase, who happened to be a man, and of course you want to fuck the stuffing out of someone you love. Brings you closer. And Chase enjoys submitting to my virile, studly dominance.”
Slap
. “Right, Chase?”

“Right,” gasped Chase, steeling himself against the headboard. He threw his head back so Devin could grip his jawbone. Devin liked to feel Chase’s buzz cut against his neck. “Oh, God, that’s good. I like being fucked by Devin because he’s an athletic, gorgeous, ripped stallion. I like it when his sweat drips on me. I like feeling his cut muscles straining against mine. I like it when his big dick rubs up against my prostate—
ah!
”

Devin gasped, too, when suddenly Lacey dropped to her elbows. She was squashed up against the bars of the headboard, gripping Chase’s cock in her hand. “What’re you doing?” Devin demanded to know. Jealousy seized him when she rubbed her lips around Chase’s cockhead. “Stop that!”

But she wasn’t a very obedient slave, and as Chase groaned, “
God
, yes,” she inhaled his cock down her throat.

Chase gripped the back of her head and fucked her mouth. Devin, overwhelmed by a surge of jealousy, clutched Chase’s wrist and tried to wrench his hand from Lacey’s head, but Chase resisted like a statue. As Lacey continued to slurp away, Devin realized.
I’m going to have to get over this jealousy if we’re going to be a threesome
. He couldn’t expect Chase and Lacey to keep their hands off each other.

He wondered if his reaction meant he was more protective of Chase or of Lacey. Did he not want Lacey sucking anyone other than him? Or did he not want Chase being sucked by anyone other than him? Devin decided it was both.

His only option was to try to take some of the limelight back for himself. So he fucked Chase brutally, the way Chase liked it, lifting his hips and slamming them into his lover. A change slowly flooded through Devin. As he fucked and Lacey sucked, he felt more on the same wavelength as them. Their goals were all the same—to create pleasure. Every time Devin’s swollen, tight glans swept past Chase’s prostate, Chase would cry out. Or was it the furious sucking Lacey was giving him that was causing him to turn into a mushy puddle?

“Oh, God, that’s good,” groaned Chase, and it didn’t much matter what he meant.

Devin took a handful of Chase’s thin strip of pubic hair. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled into his ear. “You like being fucked up the ass by a man and being sucked by a woman.” He tugged at the patch, and Chase cried more sharply. “Admit it!”

Chase’s words tumbled over one another, they came so fast. “I
love
it, you goddamned motherfucking bastard!”

Chase came then. His rectum always clenched around Devin’s erection, massaging an orgasm out of Devin, too. It was nice and mutual this way, although usually Devin was the one pumping Chase’s ejaculation from him, not a woman’s mouth. And sometimes, of course, if Devin was in a dominating mood, he didn’t allow Chase to come at all.

Lacey was given her due, struggling to swallow Chase’s enormous load. Devin slid his hands around the full scrotum, feeling the cock pulse as it pumped its milk down Lacey’s throat.

“That’s it,” Devin encouraged. “Fill her with your jism, Chase. Let her taste how delicious your seed is. Give her—” Devin’s own orgasm swept through his groin, and he fell to grunting and moaning his sounds of ecstasy. He hunched over his lover, pumping him full of his seed, eyes squeezed shut. His hand tangled in Lacey’s silky hair. It was such a shock to his senses to feel a woman’s satiny strands at the moment of orgasm, it nearly cut his orgasm short. He was accustomed to Chase’s brushy buzz cut. He now came in short, fast bursts, absorbing the feel of her hair as she bobbed her head back and forth like a pecking chicken. His fingers circled under her chin. She hadn’t been able to gulp all Chase’s seed, and some dribbled down the corner of her mouth, adorably.

At last Lacey detached and flung herself back on the mattress, limp. “Ah!” she exclaimed, as though she’d just dashed a hundred meters. Like a child, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes twinkled as she looked at the men, and she wiggled her butt as if to wedge the plug in there farther.

Devin didn’t take his eyes from her as he fell back onto his heels on the bed. He leaned back on his fists as his shiny cock slapped up against his abdomen, refusing to go down. Devin was unashamed that Lacey had just watched him fuck another man. She had asked for it, and it had riled her to such great heights she’d fallen upon Chase’s cock like a mountain lion on a squirrel. Jealousy still burned in his heart, but he hoped he’d gained some of her attention by his performance.

“Oh, my,” she panted. “That was absolutely mind-blowing.”

Chase, as usual, just stumbled off to the can. Lacey’s statement was directed at Devin, but it begged the question… “What was, exactly?”

“Oh, the whole thing, of course! You two men are mind-blowing. Whoo! I’ve never been with
one
such manly stallion before, but
two
? How’d I get so lucky?”

Devin looked at a framed Frederic Remington print on the wall. He pretended to absentmindedly stroke his flat abdomen, but he knew he was really drawing attention to it. He needed a compliment, damn it. “Did it come up to your expectations? Watching us fuck?”

Lacey rolled her eyes, a thrilled expression lighting up her face. “Oh, good God in heaven! I have to admit, I’ve never been so turned on in my
life
! You two men do that all the time? Whoo! I think I can live with that.”

Devin frowned. “It turned you on so much you decided to blow Chase.”

“Of course! Who wouldn’t?” She finally got to her knees and scooted toward Devin. She looked a little coy and seductive now, her upper arms squeezing her full breasts together. “I admit, Devin. I wanted to test you. You seem a little possessive of Chase, and who can blame you? You’re in love with each other. You have a committed relationship and you’re letting a new person into your world. Chase I’m not worried about. But I thought you’d get angrier when I took his penis into my mouth.”

Well.
If that’s the compliment I’m going to get, I’ll take it.
“I started getting jealous, but I stopped myself. And I wasn’t just jealous because Chase was getting his dick sucked by someone else. I was jealous that
you
were sucking someone
else’s
dick, and not mine.”

This seemed to please Lacey. “You know, jealousy isn’t always bad. It shows that you actually care about me, no? If you didn’t care and only wanted me for a sex toy, you wouldn’t have been jealous that I sucked on Chase. Anyway. I’m not worried. I’ll get my chance to suck on your beautiful, long, fat tool again soon enough.”

That was even better, and Devin broke out into a smile.

Chase exited the master bathroom, proud and unabashed in his birthday suit. “Someone just drove up in a four-door.”

Lacey gasped. “Katrina! Is it ten?”

Chase thumbed the cell phone attached to the belt loop of the jeans he picked up. “It’s ten ten.”

Devin headed to the can, but the last thing he saw was Lacey hooking her bra behind her back, settling her beautiful boobs into their underwires.

He was falling in love with Lacey Dvorak. This was the last thing Devin wanted.

But he didn’t want to stop it, even if he could.

“Cal said that Ben came by the store.”

Lacey stared straight ahead. Looking at Katrina would betray her interest, and she wanted to be as blasé as possible when it came to Ben. For the first time since walking out on him, she was beginning to feel she had a handle on her life. It was no longer out of control. She was no longer destined to be addicted to lousy old cheating Ben, helplessly at the whim of his every asshole move.

“Oh yeah? What did he need—some screws to get his head on straight?”
Good one.
Lacey chuckled at her ingenuity.

Katrina did, too. “I don’t know what he was buying, but it was hilarious. The ‘I Heart Brittney’ tattoo is already in the first stages of being erased. He asked Cal why you weren’t at work, where you’d gone.”

“Did Cal tell him?” Lacey was surprised how little she cared. She was moving into an exciting new phase of her life, and for the first time she was eager to leave old Ben behind.

“Yeah, he told him you were doing the ranch thing that you won at the auction, and he said something like, ‘Oh, good for her.’ Hey, where are Devin and Chase going?”

Lacey was surprised that she really enjoyed riding a horse. Despite living in the Sierra foothills, she’d only ridden a horse a few times at the most. Katrina, having had a more prosperous and supportive upbringing, had taken lessons as a teen, so it was no surprise that she was instantly trotting across meadows and even cantering up muddy inclines where cows had wallowed. Lacey, however, was hanging onto her reins with both hands for dear life when her mount decided to charge up a slope. It was exhausting, the nonstop push and pull, the chafing against the damned saddle, and constantly having to stand up in the stirrups. No wonder her two men were so buff. Gym or no gym, this was a heavy workout. And bouncing up and down in the saddle like that made it feel as though the butt plug was permanently embedded in her ass.

But she liked it—the freedom, the fresh air, being away from exhaust and noise. They had already ridden eight miles from the ranch house, darting between melting snowbanks. Lacey didn’t even mind the smell of cow shit—it was natural. And Katrina didn’t slip and slide nearly as much as Lacey did, so it obviously could be learned.

“It looks like they’re examining that fence. Devin did say the hands had radioed about some fences that needed repairing.” Devin said that normally the hands would do it themselves, of course, but today they wanted to show the gals how it was done.

“Lace.” Katrina held a hand out for Lacey to stop her horse. Katrina was a good enough rider that she could control the reins with only one hand.

Lacey managed to stop her horse from forward egress, but that didn’t prevent it from trying to rear on its hind legs. “What?”
I will get used to this. I will get used to this.
Lacey didn’t want Devin and Chase to see how laughable she was on horseback.

Katrina looked sly. “So what’s the lowdown with you and the studs of Hell’s Delight? First they outbid everyone—and you claimed they did it only for charity—but this morning you came from the bedroom side of the house with your hair all messed. Weren’t you supposed to be sleeping in that other smaller cabin where I put my bag?”