“Beautiful?” Ryder called as he closed and locked the door behind them. “We’re here.”
“Yeehaw!” said a joyful voice from the back of the apartment. “I’m just getting changed. Dinner’s on the stove. Right with you, boys.”
A.J. blinked, looking at Ryder questioningly. Ryder snorted. “She’s from Georgia,” he explained, eyes twinkling. “Country girl all the way.”
That explained the accent. Texans were known for that honeyed Southern drawl, but A.J. had never heard an accent as thick as the one Lyss had. If someone tried to spell out the words the way she said them, it probably wouldn’t even look like English. It sounded like she said, “Eye-yam jayast gittin’ chayn-gid. Deenir’s own th’ stow-ve. Reyet wit’ ye, bow-ees.” Kind of funny, actually. And sexy as fuck. There was a deep throatiness to her voice, that sensual timbre you’d expect from a nine-hundred number call girl. He’d noticed it when he listened to Ryder talk to her on the phone earlier, but had assumed he’d misheard because his brain was still swimming in lust from that kiss.
Apparently not. Curious now, wondering what kind of woman went with that kind of voice, A.J. turned toward the hallway across the living room and waited.
And felt all the breath leave his lungs in a silent whoosh when Lyss finally appeared.
Holy God, she was incredible. More striking than pretty, she had high cheekbones, full lips, and a slightly up-turned nose. Long bangs framed a high, aristocratic forehead while mile after mile of wavy, dark-brown hair spilled across her shoulders and down her back. Her shoulders were bared by an emerald-green tank top, while her thighs were lovingly molded by a pair of dark-blue jeans. She wasn’t one of those tiny stick women, either. Lyss had meat on her bones, and she had to be at least five-foot-seven. Luscious curves met his gaze everywhere he looked, from full, high breasts to rounded hips. She wasn’t overweight, though. Just full-figured. And hot damn, what a gorgeous figure it was.
While A.J. just stared, Lyss gave him an obvious once-over, then met his eyes with a dazzling smile that took his breath away all over again. There was so much character in her face, so much life, it was almost painful to look at her. She was entrancing.
No wonder Ryder loved her. No wonder Ryder married her. Holy hell, it was taking everything A.J. had not to drop to his knees in open worship. This woman embodied every single one of his fantasies about women, from her height to her weight to the sheer vivacity in her eyes. She must have men drooling over her everywhere she went.
Guess I still like women, after all. And here I thought my problem was I’d fallen in love with Ryder all those years ago. But that wasn’t what killed my desire for Marian, was it? She just…wasn’t my type. Holy hell, how did I not see that sooner?
His mind going in a million different directions at once, A.J. missed seeing Lyss cross the living room. Next thing he knew, she was standing less than a foot away, looking up into his face with clear hazel eyes that pierced right through every wall he’d erected around his soul, seeing all of him—instantly. He’d never felt so bare in front of another person, and yet he didn’t feel threatened. On the contrary, Lyss made him feel…safe.
Which made no sense. At all.
“I’m so excited I finally get to meet you,” Lyss said softly. A.J. could do nothing but stare dumbly as she reached up and slid her index finger along his jawline. Electricity zapped from that one point of contact straight through his spine, setting off little shivers he had no hope of hiding. Lyss smirked knowingly and caressed him again. “I’ve been waiting for this, A.J. I’m so very, very glad you’re here right now.”
A.J. swallowed hard. “I’m happy to meet you, too, Lyss. Ryder has a lot of great things to say about you.”
She grinned at him, making A.J.’s heart do a funny little dance. “Is that right? Well, did he also tell you I make a mean chicken and dumplings? ‘Cause that’s what I’ve got for ya’ll tonight. You hungry?”
Not for food. But he nodded anyway. “Sure.”
Ryder, who had been silent throughout their meeting, suddenly came up behind A.J., pressing A.J.’s shoulder blades against that hard chest as he lightly circled A.J.’s waist with both hands. That deep, rumbly voice sounded right by A.J.’s ear. “I’m going to go change. You guys get acquainted. I’ll be right back.”
A.J. couldn’t think, let alone respond. Not when they were standing on either side of him, caging him between them. Ryder’s heat blanketed his back, his body a wall of solid muscle strong enough to hold A.J. up no matter how weak he got. Lyss’s inviting curves so tantalizingly close, her hand still caressing his jaw and neck, provided a temptation unlike anything A.J. had ever experienced before. Between the two of them, his mind just…stopped.
His mouth, unfortunately, didn’t.
“I kissed your husband,” A.J. gasped.
Mortified, he cringed, waiting for their anger.
But Lyss surprised him with a laugh. “I know,” she said with a cheeky little grin.
Ryder snorted. “He means today.”
A.J. sucked in a breath as Lyss glanced at Ryder over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “Oh?”
Ryder’s shoulders moved up and down in what must have been a shrug. “He was talking nonsense. It was the only way I could think of to shut him up.”
He must have slept. Now, though, he was wide awake—and so was his cock.
A big, hot hand slid down the center of A.J.’s back. He groaned, closing his eyes as Ryder took hold of his ass cheek and squeezed.
“I missed your ass, A.J.,” Ryder murmured. He squeezed again. “Lift up, so I can put this pillow under you.”
A.J. complied, balancing on knees and elbows while Ryder slid a plump white pillow under his hips. His cock was a steel bar, leaking already, now trapped between his body and the pillow beneath him. But he didn’t protest. Didn’t try to adjust himself. He spread his knees, presenting his ass for Ryder, knowing his owner was about to make good use of his slave’s body.
Ryder didn’t waste any time. He started working A.J.’s hole with lube, making him grit his teeth as little slivers of pain washed through him. He hadn’t had anything in his ass in a long time, and Ryder was huge. He was tender, but not so much that he wanted Ryder to stop. In a weird way, it felt good, knowing he was sore because his lover had already used him hard tonight. He wanted that feeling, craved it, to the point where the thought alone was enough to drive him closer to the edge of sub-space. He squeezed his eyes shut and gave himself over to Ryder’s expert care.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Ryder growled, scissoring two fingers inside A.J. now. A.J. shuddered, biting back a moan as Ryder shifted to his knees and knelt between A.J.’s thighs. Ryder took a strong grip on both of his ass cheeks, squeezing and separating them as he pressed the head of his cock to A.J.’s quivering ring. A.J. forced himself to relax, letting the breath out of his lungs in one long, slow whoosh as Ryder pushed into him. The pain was intense, almost drawing a cry from him, but he held on against it. Ryder, for his part, ignored any sign that his slave might not be ready for another fucking. He shoved his cock deep into A.J.’s chute, not stopping until his balls slapped A.J.’s perineum.
“Fuck, yes,” Ryder said as he started to thrust. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of A.J.’s torso, pounding him deep. “Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight. I missed this ass.”
A.J. could only shudder, his face buried in his pillow. His cuffs were still attached to the headboard. Once again, the S hooks were open. He could free himself any time he wanted. But it felt so good, knowing he was restrained for Ryder’s pleasure, the thought didn’t even occur to him. He wanted Ryder to use him. He wanted Ryder to fuck him as hard as he could, knowing A.J. wouldn’t resist. He wanted Ryder to own him, make himself come using A.J.’s body. He was their sex toy. Nothing more, nothing less.
And he fucking loved it.
Lyss must have woken the moment Ryder started fucking him. She slid over toward A.J., running one hand up and down his back while Ryder continued pounding him. The scent of her arousal filled the air, letting A.J. know just how much she enjoyed watching her husband fuck another man.
“Get ready, beautiful,” Ryder said suddenly, his words obviously directed at Lyss. “The toys I ordered for you are in the drawer, there. One of your fantasies is about to come true.”
A.J. had no idea what they were talking about. But then, it was hard to think, let alone reason, while Ryder’s glorious cock was pounding his ass. His balls were drawing up, his cock wetting the pillow under his hips. Were they going to let him come? Fuck, please let me come…
Ryder shifted back again, gripping A.J.’s ass cheeks once again as he continued fucking him. A.J. lost control of his vocal chords, moaning incessantly. Ryder started grunting with each hard thrust, fingers squeezing A.J. hard enough to leave bruises. And finally, when A.J. was ready to scream with the pleasure flooding his system, Ryder slammed himself deep and froze. A.J. felt his cock pulsing, felt the hot spurts of semen through the condom, and let out a healthy moan. Fuck, he loved feeling Ryder come. Maybe someday he could feel it without the condom. Maybe someday…
He lost track of the thought when Ryder pulled out and rolled to one side. A.J. waited, expecting an order to turn himself over so that Lyss could ride him.
But no such order was given. Instead, Lyss knelt behind A.J. just as Ryder had done, taking a grip on his ass cheeks just like her husband had. And while A.J. was still reeling, wondering what the hell was going on, he felt the tip of something probe his ass.
Holy. Fuck. Lyss was wearing a strap-on. She was about to fuck him with a silicone dick. A faint buzzing noise filled the air as she slid the dildo into him, making him realize she had a vibrator inside the strap-on. Which meant she was fucking him for her own pleasure, not his.
“Oh, shit…oh, fuck…Lady…Sir…Fuck, I’m going to come…” A.J. gasped.
Ryder chuckled beside him, reaching over to slide a finger beneath A.J.’s collar, forcing it to tighten across the front of his throat. “Our slave seems to think we care if he comes,” he said conversationally, ignoring A.J.’s cry as Lyss started rocking her hips back and forth.
“He can come all he wants,” Lyss said in a silky, sensuous purr. “I want to use his ass to get myself off, not his cock. He can come without interfering with my pleasure. If our slave enjoys getting pegged, so much the better. I’m still going to fuck his ass until I come.”
Too much. It was all too much. Cum boiled out of his balls like molten lava exploding from a volcano, soaking the pillow beneath him. Lyss kept riding him, her fake dick slamming his sweet spot over and over again, making the orgasm intensify to mind-blowing heights. A.J. threw back his head and screamed, completely lost in it. And all the while Lyss just kept fucking him, intent on her own pleasure.
A.J. hit sub-space with the force of a freight train. The next hour passed in a blissful haze. His lovers continued using his body, trading back and forth, revving each other up while ignoring A.J. completely. He was their property. They were using him like the sex slave he was. It should have been humiliating, to be used like an object. But for him, it was the ultimate high. He wanted them to use him. He wanted them to own him. He wanted them to need his body to get themselves off. It was the ultimate affirmation of his worth. They not only wanted him, they needed him. And every time he felt one of them come, he knew he was proving his usefulness.
After the second time Lyss slammed into him and froze, shaking with the force of her orgasm, A.J. figured they were done with him. His cock was rock-hard again, more than ready to burst, but that was okay. His lovers were sated. That’s what mattered. He fully expected them to roll over and fall asleep, leaving him wanting.
He was wrong. Oh, fuck, was he ever wrong.