Anything but Ordinary. Madelynne Ellis

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      ‘Say, boys,’ Kara called from inside the bedroom.

      Ric would have ignored her and stayed fixated on the task, but Zach unglued his upper body from the wall in order to twist so that he could see around the door frame.

      ‘What’s this for?’ She held the tray of ice cubes aloft as if she were a cocktail waitress. The only item of clothing she still had on was her skirt, which sat where he’d left it, rucked up around her waist. The microscopic panties had vanished along with her bikini top.

      ‘I’m not sure I care,’ Zach muttered. ‘Dammit, woman, what are you doing over there? Come and give me some tongue loving.’

      ‘And risk my arse.’ She spun around in order to flaunt her rear, and then winked at them from over her shoulder.

      The woman was an absolute minx. As if he was going to allow her to hijack Zach’s attention without demanding recompense.

      Ric released his hold on Zach and stalked over to her. ‘Wanna find out?’ he asked, flicking a quick glance at the ice-cube tray.

      ‘Will I like it?’

      ‘Fuck if I know. Can’t think of anything I’ve done that you haven’t lapped up like a sex-starved nymphomaniac.’

      Kara made a swipe at him, but she telegraphed it so far ahead that her hand never got close to making contact. He was to the side, then behind her, using her own momentum to spin her towards the bed. She crashed down onto the duvet, at which point he reclaimed the ice and then joined her.

      Ric stalked her from one end of the mattress to the other before making her his captive, hands locked together above her head, as if she were practising a yoga pose. Except he had one hand fastened around both of her wrists, and his hard-on was making an acquaintance with her slit.

      Oh, yeah, that was a very fine groove to be riding. Very fine…

      ‘Mm.’ Kara wriggled beneath him, trying to get him to do more than tease. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn’t ready to give it yet. Refusing to allow his libido, or hers, to derail his plans, Ric tightened his grip. Yes, it’d be fucking glorious to push into her pussy right now and steal the first taste of it from Zach, who’d been miles ahead of him on the beach. However, he’d always been a delayed-gratification sort of guy. Things definitely rocked more when he held back a little and let the tension build.

      On this occasion it’d already been building for weeks.

      Kara was liquid against him, writhing her hips and stretching herself out, so that her throat lay exposed, and her nipples grew peaked and hypersensitive.

      Nipples – there was something he could turn his attention to. All he needed were a few shards of ice. He stretched over the side of the bed and whacked the tray against the striped wood floor. Ice cubes shot in many directions. Ric claimed one and drew a circle around Kara’s areola with it. The bud immediately spiked, at which point he sucked it deep into the heat of his mouth.

      ‘Oh, God!’ she moaned.

      Ric repeated the tease, circling her other nipple.

      ‘So cold,’ she whimpered. ‘Gives me shivers.’

      Pleasant ones if he was any judge. She was pushing herself off the mattress in a bid to make contact, both with the ice and with the heat of his mouth.

      The bedsprings groaned as Zach added his weight to one corner of the mattress. This bed hadn’t been built for three, and it was beginning to show the strain, having seen rather a lot of robust loving.

      Ric resisted the urge to turn and look at his lover. Instead, he maintained his teasing play. That’s not to say he wasn’t hyper aware of Zach’s every action. He didn’t have to see the man to be cognisant of him. Ric knew every inch of Zach’s body, some areas in more intimate detail than Zach likely knew them himself. He could picture his muscles working, limbs moving as he stalked forwards.

      The sensation of Zach’s tongue being touched to the base of his spine and sweeping upwards, before repeating the action from a lower starting point, might have been delightfully predictable, but it raised shivers and made Ric’s cock buck with pleasure nonetheless. Yeah, he liked it. Got off on the idea of the guy being behind him if truth were told. If he only consented to them fucking that way occasionally it was because denying himself what he liked made the times when he consented that much sweeter.

      Not content with tickling his spine, Zach attacked his arse with teasing bites.

      Ric grabbed hold of him by the hair, forcing him to roll onto his side. Wordless, Ric scooped up a couple of the rapidly melting ice cubes and popped them into Zach’s open mouth, stifling his groan of complaint.

      He didn’t like having his hair pulled? The fuck he didn’t. Next he’d be claiming he didn’t like being fucked or some other bullshit nonsense. Or demanding that they only make love, and that fucking was for savages and wild beasts.

      Yeah, about that…He always had been, and always would be, feral to the core. Untameable. Plenty had tried.

      Ric didn’t bother using words to indicate what came next. Actions spoke louder anyway. He turned his lower half away from Kara, so that his cock pointed right at Zach. Yeah, it knew where it wanted to slide.

      Zach, like the saint he was, quickly obliged, opening his mouth and forming an O around the head.

      A sharp hiss whistled past Ric’s teeth as he sucked in a breath. He could always find heaven inside Zach’s mouth, but this magnified every urge. Heat enveloped him. Then tiny droplets of sharp delight would touch him, sending intense thrills zapping along his shaft and making his balls pull up tight.

      In order to stop himself being carried away, he refocused his attention on Kara, making a few seductive twists with his tongue, unconsciously mimicking the acts Zach was slowly killing him with.

      He sucked harder, drawing sighs from Kara’s body, while his own blood threatened to boil. It was hard not to lose it when she was flooring him with all that fluttery panting. The sort that seemed to stick at the back of her throat, then burst free leaving her breathless.

      Maybe those noises weren’t actually so different from the ones he was making himself.

      Shit! He was going to end up too far gone if he wasn’t careful.

      Every muscle strained, crying out for more, as he pulled away from both his lovers. Yes, he needed to fuck. He needed to fuck now, until all of him ached, but he’d make himself wait. Absolutely, he’d make himself wait. He credited himself with a little control.

      Yet, when Zach looked up at him, his dark brows drawn together and mouth slack, Ric almost forgot that promise along with everything else including his own name.

      His mouth found Zach’s, and they kissed sloppily, both hungry for the aggression, desperate for one another, and that one intangible thing they could only ever have in each other’s arms.

      He wasn’t dismissing Kara; she was absolutely part of their bond, maybe even the glue that made them stick together, but damn if Zach couldn’t turn him inside out.

      Ric’s heart gave an infatuated flutter, and he hauled himself away from both his lovers fast. Distance required…

      He sat back on his heels and watched Zach and Kara make out.

      Hands mussed hair, fingers bit into muscles and gripped hard as their bodies entwined. Soon Zach’s cock rode against the lips of Kara’s sex, seeking entry.

      ‘Stop!’ Ric demanded, when it looked as if Zach might actually claim her. ‘Hold it.’

      He didn’t want to tear them apart, only for them to freeze. There was something deeply alluring about that split second before penetration took place, when a man stood poised to enter, that never failed to arrest him. He felt dual tingles at the base of his brain and in the head of his cock as multiple memories of living exactly such a moment overlaid