The Sextet Presents... Bound by Voodoo [Legends] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

Barrett’s jaw tensed again, but he didn’t immediately refuse. Rolling the shot glass between his palms, he stared at Winston. “You want to use me to get over him?”

He made a damn good point, but he was wrong. As much as Winston’s heart hurt from his lover’s behavior, he’d never use somebody the way Miles had used him.

“This isn’t about Miles. I thought about sucking you off the day we met. If you’re serious about sharing Rory, then we need to get your first time out of the way. Besides, didn’t I say I was attracted to you?” Winston could almost see the wheels turning in Barrett’s mind.

“You’ve been tested? You’re clean?”

Was the newbie thinking of saying yes—with some mutual pleasuring? A thrill of anticipation slid along Winston’s testicles. “Yes and yes. You?”

“Clean.”

Barrett seemed hesitant to dive right in by undressing, so Winston moved from the couch to the coffee table. He placed one hand on Barrett’s knee and leaned in as he hooked his other hand around Barrett’s neck. “Kiss me.”

They met halfway, their lips lightly grazing for a second before they both pulled back and then eased forward again. Soft skin pressed against Winston’s mouth, and he let Barrett control the pressure. One gentle meeting segued into another and another. Excitement and arousal rushed through his body as the kiss deepened, a tongue caressing the seam of his lips. He opened, allowing access, and a groan escaped.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he greeted the tentative invader with a slow glide. It quickly became a battle for domination, Barrett chasing Winston’s tongue back into his mouth when he tried to power past Barrett’s teeth. The taste of fine whiskey and aggression sent heat flaming to his erection.

Fingers grappled with the button of his jeans, and Winston returned the favor, pulling Barrett to his feet as he rose from his seat on the coffee table. Breaking the kiss, Winston pointed to his left. “Bedroom?”

Barrett nodded. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

The husky statement had Winston yanking his sweatshirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. He started on his pants as he strode toward the bedroom. “Strip.”

Barrett’s clothes lay scattered in a path by the time they reached the bed, both of them completely naked. His rigid dick stood out from rippled abs, and his taut balls lay in a nest of red-brown curls.

Every defined muscle made Winston’s mouth water. “God, you’re hot.”

“You’re not so bad yourself. You work out.” Barrett’s slow appraisal seemed to halt about waist high, and his fingers clenched and unclenched as if trying to decide whether or not to touch.

Winston guided Barrett’s hand to his cock, groaning at the contact. “You can touch me anywhere you want, but no fucking this time. Just oral and manual.”

Slow, firm strokes told Winston that Barrett had plenty of practice jacking off. The easy rhythm brought a dribble of pre-cum rising to the slit, and Winston reached out to cradle Barrett’s sac.

Barrett closed his eyes, arching his hips forward. “Sixty-nine. Top or bottom?”

“Bottom. You’re sure you want to do this?” The disappointment might turn his nuts blue, but Winston had to give the first timer a last chance to change his mind. Backing out beat post-sex regrets.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Now, shut up and lie down in the middle of the bed.” Barrett softened his order with another aggressive kiss.

Winston obeyed, lying flat on his back. The submissive in him enjoyed being dominated by a lover. “There’s lube in the drawer if you think you might need it.”

Considering the apprehensive look Barrett gave him, he was glad he hadn’t made any suggestions for the lube. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned it at all. A make-out session and reciprocal blow jobs probably pushed the guy to the limits of experimentation for the day.

“Do you like having your ass fucked?”

Barrett’s blunt question sent a spasm through Winston’s sphincter muscle. “Yeah. I like it a lot, but we’re not doing that this time.”

“I know. Just curious.” Climbing onto the bed, Barrett swung his leg over Winston’s shoulder to hang his balls within licking and sucking range. “I’ve thought about having a cock in my ass. It’s almost as big a turn-on as imagining being inside Rory.”

Winston smoothed his palm over the tight butt hovering over him. “Not much could beat that. Tits aside, she’s the sexiest thing on two legs.”

Warm breath teased his erection, and he flicked his tongue out for a quick lick of furry nuts. Barrett tensed but didn’t pull away. Instead, he took Winston’s dick in his mouth, swallowing most of the length before easing back up to the head. They both moaned.

“You’ve thought about doing this, too. Damn, that feels good.” Winston returned the favor, deep throating the long purple hard-on dangling from above. Tangy fluid leaked from the tip onto his tongue, tasting of desire and horny male.

Barrett shuddered and dove downward again, his throaty groans vibrating through Winston’s cock. His hips jerked as Barrett sucked harder, bringing Winston closer to shooting his load. Teeth raked the veins and the ridge, and he did the same to the meal in his mouth.

Everything constricted—his sac, his dick, Barrett’s delicious length. Hot cum spurted from him at the same time he got a mouthful of thick, tasty semen. His growl blended with a loud yell.

A small stab of painful awareness came with the realization that he’d chosen to move on from his relationship with Miles, but he didn’t regret being with Barrett.

Will he regret sharing his first time with me?

“Holy shit.” Barrett maneuvered around to flop down beside him. “You give a great blow job.”

A smile tickled Winston’s lips, and his stomach flip-flopped. “You’re not so bad yourself. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

Rolling over to face him, Barrett grinned. “Kind of makes me wish I had, but I’m also glad I waited. Any chance I can get you to change your mind about selling? At least for now?”

He wants me to stay?

The relaxed conversation was a big improvement over last night’s fucked-and-dumped liaison with Miles. “Maybe.”

The happiness in Barrett’s expression faded. “I think you need to talk to Miles, too. Make a clean break if that’s what you want.”

Levering up on his elbow, Winston leaned in to kiss the man in his bed. The brief contact sent his pulse skipping. “I swear what we did wasn’t about him.”

“I know, but you need to make it clear that you aren’t interested in being used. If you aren’t ready to cut him loose, then tell him you want a commitment. We can talk to him about Rory.”

Reality doused the sudden spark of hope at Barrett’s suggestion. If Miles had wanted more than the occasional roll in the sack, he wouldn’t have left the way he did last night. “I’m not going to humiliate myself by asking him to commit.”

Barrett sat up, his now-flaccid penis drawing Winston’s attention. “Eyes up here, stud. I didn’t say ask. Tell him you love him and that you deserve better than sex on his terms. If he agrees, we invite him to participate in our proposition to Rory.”

“If he doesn’t? And what about you if he does?”

“His loss. I don’t want to sound harsh, but you’re better off without him if he really is a prick.” Stretching out on the covers, Barrett didn’t immediately answer the second question. The flexing and bunching of his muscles brought Winston’s eyes to his pecs and abs. His limp but still long dick curved along one muscular thigh. “I think I can handle the three of us with Rory.”

“Yeah, but can you handle the three of us?”

Barrett’s wicked grin warned Winston he’d likely created a monster. “If getting sucked and fucked by both of you at the same time is anything like getting sucked by you, handling Miles too shouldn’t be a problem.”

“What if I want you in my ass?”

“Be careful what you wish for.”

Not since the first time he and Miles had made love did Winston have hope that he might have found his soul mate. “Jesus, where have you been all my life?”

“Hiding in a closet.”

“Yeah, well, you should’ve stayed there, you son of a bitch.”

Winston’s heart almost slammed out of his chest at the sound of Miles’s voice. Jerking his head toward the bedroom doorway, Winston waffled between remorse and retribution. The satisfaction of showing his lover he could walk away as easily as the bastard had last night fell flat when lined up with the guilt of being caught with another man. Not that he’d actually cheated since they weren’t in a committed relationship.

Bullshit.

Barrett sat up, not bothering to cover himself. “What are you mad about, Miles? Don’t you like somebody else playing with your toy?”

Stalking into the room, Miles tossed Barrett’s pants at him. His glare was met with a smirk. “Winston isn’t a
toy
.”

“Semantics. You screw him when you feel like it and ignore him when you don’t.”

Color crept up Miles’s neck. “Our relationship is none of your goddamn business.”

Unable to sit back and wait for the inevitable fistfight, Winston followed Barrett’s advice. “Until we
have
a relationship, I can sleep with whoever I damn well please. I love you, but I’m not going to be just your fuckbuddy anymore. You commit, or we’re done.”

The angry redness drained as quickly as it had risen, and Miles blinked at Winston. “Done? I was giving you space because I didn’t think you were ready to go public with me. Why didn’t you tell me how you felt instead of jumping into bed with this prick?”

Barrett’s laughter echoed off the walls.

Frowning at him, Winston tried not to let his hopes get too high. He had more to ask of Miles. “He isn’t a prick. And it was only mutual blow jobs. Experimentation on his part.”

“Experimentation. Right. Last night, he made it clear he wanted to pursue Rory, and now he’s sucking your cock?” Miles turned to Barrett. “You stay the hell away from her, Cunningham. And Winston.”

Winston put himself between Miles and Barrett. “First things first. Are you willing to commit to me?”

“I’ve been committed to you for the past six months. Nothing’s changed.” Miles glanced over Winston’s shoulder, and his lips formed a grim line.

A shaky inhale and exhale did little to ease the tension in Winston’s neck. “And you still feel the same about Rory as you did then?”

Miles gave a curt nod.

“So do I.” Now came the hard part. “Barrett and I were talking, and we’re all crazy about her. He’s bisexual too. What if we approached Rory about the three of us and her? A foursome. And not just a one-time thing. Are you interested?”

I’m such a pervert.

Eyeing the voodoo dolls spread on her bathroom counter, Rory gulped another generous swallow of chocolate milkshake and regretted it almost immediately. Pain shot through the roof of her mouth to her forehead.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch!”

That’s what I get for pretending Barrett and Winston were performing fellatio on each other.

What was left after last night’s oral-anal adventure between Winston and Miles?

Miles and Barrett haven’t gotten down and dirty yet. And how about all three of them in a sexfest?

Why the hell couldn’t the rules allow her to include herself? Sucking on a silicone dildo and holding a vibrating egg in her vagina didn’t do it for her anymore. Sure, she’d managed an okay G-spot orgasm, but a few real penises would work so much better.

“Aurora Bond, you are
not
normal.” She waited for her reflection in the mirror to roll her eyes at the obviousness of that fact.

Tossing the washed and dried toys into the cabinet drawer, she carefully tucked each of the man dolls in the cloth sack. Having her likeness sharing the same bag as the three males seemed utterly pointless. She pulled the toy drawer open again, dropped in mini Rory, and left the poor girl to her own devices. Wasn’t that the way of it anyway?

With a quick glance at the clock on her nightstand, she ticked off all the items on her to-do list she hadn’t marked off yet. Dinner was first, so she headed to the kitchen. Miles and Winston never stopped begging for her chicken and green chile enchiladas, and she could complete a step at a time while she did a little light housekeeping, finished putting away groceries, and searched her collection for the perfect movies. By six o’clock, food and entertainment would be ready and her apartment would be presentable.

She opened the refrigerator door, taking out the chicken breasts, the bag of peppers, and a couple onions. Mindless chopping killed twenty minutes while the meat cooked. Then she managed to tidy the living room waiting for the chiles to roast and the chicken to cool.

One by one, she completed her tasks, finishing up by putting dinner in the oven to bake at quarter ’til six. She had just enough time to throw on a pair of jeans and a clean shirt before her guests arrived.

That done, she made a quick stop in the bathroom to straighten her ponytail, only to find her bag of toy boys still setting on the counter. She
really
didn’t need to have the guys discover a trio of creepy, well-endowed voodoo dolls with bits and pieces of their personal belongings pinned to the backs. Opening the toy drawer, she tossed the incriminating evidence inside.