Chapter Sixteen #3
Keys tipped his head back, swallowing his drink, watching as Absinthe led his wife, Scarlet, his pet, over to them on a leash.
She was on all fours, a collar around her neck, breasts and ass swaying.
A diamond-and-ruby tail rose between her ass cheeks, catching the light from the fire.
Keys wasn’t into that kind of fetish, but it was sexy and a turn-on to see Absinthe with his kitten.
And Scarlet was a fantastic kitten. She never broke her role, no matter what Absinthe had her doing.
Keys especially liked that both Absinthe and Ice initiated anal play and it was treated as normal.
He wanted Lyric to see that done right, it could be pleasurable.
Keys glanced at his woman. She was wide-eyed, taking in the sight of a real party gone wild.
Her gaze strayed to Trina kneeling between Transporter’s legs, her mouth busy.
Then it shifted to Scarlet, who was going down on Absinthe as he absently stroked her hair.
Ice had Soleil seated on his cock, but it was impossible to tell from Lyric’s angle if he was pounding her pussy or her ass.
Anya and Reaper slipped into their circle, Reaper positioning Anya on all fours. He took her from behind, slamming deep, his fingers digging into her hips to hold her exactly where he wanted her.
Lyric looked so innocent, so genuinely shocked, even after everything they’d done together. Keys’ cock was so damned hard he was afraid he’d shatter just by seeing that look on her face.
“Sit on my lap,” he ordered and all but put her there, her back to his chest, her legs straddling his thighs.
He tugged on her hair until she relaxed into him, her head on his chest. It wasn’t just to get her where he needed her; it would put one chair between her and Trina.
There was no way to keep from watching the show the woman was putting on.
She moaned and groaned and slurped hungrily and enthusiastically at Transporter’s cock.
She wasn’t the only one. Soleil cupped her breasts at Ice’s demand, rolling and tugging on her nipples.
Scarlet was sexy as hell, sitting back, lapping at the cream on Absinthe’s cock, which was at half-mast but already growing again.
Storm opened his jeans, allowing his cock to spring free. His fist circled the wide girth and he began jerking in time to the music. Lyric’s shocked gaze jumped from each of the Torpedo Ink members and their wives to Storm and back again.
“Take your shorts off and give them to me.” Keys made it an order.
Lyric hesitated and then shook her head. “I can’t.”
But she didn’t sound certain that she couldn’t.
Her voice held the mixture of fear and excitement he was familiar with.
He snapped his fingers and pinned her with a compelling gaze.
Her hands went beneath the long flannel.
She lifted herself from his legs and shimmied the shorts down over her hips and legs to drag them off.
“You know what to do, Wildfire. You keep this up and the yard is going to get a show of me smacking your ass until you scream for mercy.”
He was fairly certain he got an eye roll, but she folded the shorts and handed them to him. He stashed them under the chair and leaned back, taking her with him. The long shirt made her feel safe when she was anything but.
He reached around her and began to slowly slide each button from the buttonhole, allowing the shirt to gape open.
She gasped, her hands coming up to stop his, but her bottom shifted over his cock.
She felt hot on his lap. She might feel conflicted, but watching the bodies writhing and pounding into one another had left her needy.
He used both hands on her nipples, tugging and rolling the hard little peaks.
She had great nipples, and she was very sensitive, meaning she had a direct line from her nipples to her clit.
Each time he had initiated rough play, she had gotten slick for him, going so far as to moan his name. He wanted that right there.
He bent his head to the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder, sinking his teeth to give her that bite of pain she craved. “Brought you jewelry, baby,” he whispered. “Something a little new. You’re going to like this.”
She started to turn into him as he pushed aside the edge of the flannel shirt so he could easily access her breast.
“Hold still, Lyric. You’ll like this.”
“Anyone can see.” She whispered it to him like she was confessing a sin.
“Look around, Wildfire. We’re the tamest couple in this circle. No one is paying attention to us; they’re too busy having their own fun.”
He was tempted to order her to get her nipples ready for the jewelry, but he was already pushing her, and he wanted this to be a positive, pleasurable experience, so he massaged and kneaded her breast and then pinched and tugged on her nipple until it was a tight bead.
She gave him his name on a soft moan, the one he craved hearing.
He did the same to her left breast, taking his time, giving it loving attention before he clamped her.
“Love looking at you with my jewels on you. Someday, I’d like you to dance for me in our backyard wearing clamps and chains around your hips. Maybe a clit clamp.” He kissed the back of her neck and stroked his knuckles down her stomach.
“I don’t even know what that is.”
Bog. His woman. So fucking innocent. “You will, Wildfire, and you’ll love it.”
He didn’t close the edges of the flannel shirt as he once more sank back in the chair, taking her with him. Relaxing for a moment, allowing her body to adjust, to feel. He wanted every single nerve ending alive for her.
Keys caught Lyric’s hand in his and slid her palm up the inside of her thigh. He had spread her legs simply by spreading his. Heat came off her little pussy in waves. His cock hardened even more. He took a sip of beer and gathered two of her fingers in his, guiding them to her entrance.
His tongue flicked out and touched her ear, but otherwise, he didn’t appear to pay her any attention.
He kept his gaze sweeping the yard, but he curled those two fingers into her pussy and began fucking her with them.
Slow. Easy. Thorough. Her breath caught, but she was Lyric.
She didn’t pull away and her pussy got hotter.
Keys dragged her hand up to her lips. “Open.”
She did, and he pushed her fingers into her mouth.
He leaned in while she sucked them clean.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,” he whispered, meaning it, and caught her earlobe between his teeth.
Then he pulled her head back and took her mouth, drunk on the taste of her.
He loved the way she tasted. He could spend hours devouring her.
He was as addicted to eating her out as he was to fucking her.
He slid their fingers, threaded together, up the inside of her thigh.
Stroking. Taking their hands right to her entrance, where she pulsed and throbbed and even pushed subconsciously toward their fingers.
He let that heat grow while he took another sip of beer.
Then he pushed into her again, this time aggressively.
He fucked her with her fingers and then his own.
Circled her clit and tapped it hard, flicking with his finger and thumb.
She moved her hips into him, and he immediately pulled their hands free and brought them to his mouth. “Feed me, baby. I’m hungry.”
She blinked up at him with her long lashes and gorgeous green eyes.
When she was in a state of pure lust, her eyes looked like twin emeralds.
Of her own accord, she slid her hand down to her pussy and used her fingers to collect the treasure he loved so much.
When she brought her fingers to his lips, he closed his mouth around them and sucked.
She hadn’t seemed to notice her shirt was completely open, and every time she moved, the nipple clamps jingled.
Her taste. He would never get enough of her no matter how long the two of them lived.
“If I don’t tell you later, thank you for giving this to me, Wildfire.
” He meant it. If she had never been able to get this far with him, he would still feel he was the luckiest man in the world, but her giving this to him, trying for him, made him feel as if she really did love him. Really did want him. Maybe would stay.
Once more, he slid his hand down her soft belly to her fiery curls and then deeper, needing the evidence that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He flicked her clit, tapped and spanked it gently, listening to her gasp.
Fresh honey slicked his finger. The best result was the moaning of his name.
Satisfaction spread like a wildfire. She was so perfect for him, and he knew with every fiber of his being that he was perfect for her.
“Babe, I need you,” she whispered. “Let’s go home.”
“We’re not going home.” He handed her a bottle of water, indicating she take a drink. He downed half a bottle of water as well. “Need to fuck you, woman, and I want to fuck you my way. Not sweet and gentle, but hard, so you feel me lodged in your throat. Right here, not home.”