Boston Avant-Garde 6: Chiaroscuro (19 page)

Owen moved in close, using his body to sandwich Mattie between him and Lars. Owen pressed his lips to Lars’s cheek, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “Answers later, satisfaction now.”

Lars had no desire to argue with that. How could he when his body was already on board? Mattie’s lips tickled a path down Lars’s throat. She was plucking open the buttons on his shirt so she could slide her hands beneath the fabric.

“Please make love to me, Lars,” Mattie pleaded. “I need you so bad.”

Suddenly he couldn’t wait to be inside her. He fumbled with the fastenings of her jeans, so eager to get to her pussy that he forgot everything else. He usually held back with her, forced her to back off. This time he was helpless against his overwhelming lust.

The touch of Owen’s hands at Lars’s waist slowed him down. Owen caught his gaze, helping him to refocus his energy and maintain control. While Mattie kissed Lars’s belly and set her teeth to his nipples, Owen unzipped Lars’s pants and pushed them and his underwear past the tilt of his hips.

Owen’s hot hand closed around Lars’s shaft. “Suck him, Mattie. I want to watch you wrap your lips around his cock.”

She sank down and tongued the swollen head of Lars’s erection. Owen stroked the length with one hand and lovingly cupped Lars’s sac in the other. Lars felt a deep connection. Not just him and Owen, but Mattie too. She sucked as though she wanted to make Lars come. It was an agonizing effort not to give in to her persistent mouth and Owen’s skilled hands.

Mattie whimpered, and Lars recognized the sound. She was getting impatient, wanting to be fucked. He wanted to give it to her. To spread her legs and press into her tight little cunt until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.

“Stand up, baby,” Owen urged. “I’ll help you get what you need.”

She let Lars’s cock slide out of her mouth, rasping her teeth lightly over his taut skin. Her teasing smile made his belly clench with desire. In seconds he would sink inside her.

It was Owen who had the presence of mind to tug her baggy jeans to the floor and slide her feet out of her flip-flops. He used his body to push Mattie at Lars until the back of the desk hit Lars in the ass. Lars sat back, and Owen lifted Mattie onto his lap.

“Steady,” Owen murmured. “I’m going to put you inside her. She’s so wet I can smell her.”

When Owen reached between her legs to grip Lars’s shaft, Mattie panted. Lars felt his head breach Mattie’s opening. Instinct demanded he slam into her, but when his hips jerked in reflex, Owen held fast. He set a slow pace, allowing Lars’s body to deliciously rub Mattie’s as they joined. She was so hot and wet that Lars almost came as soon as he was fully seated inside her.

She buried her head against Lars’s shoulder and quivered with a little sigh. He was afraid to move. Owen moved in close behind Mattie and began thrusting against her round backside as if he knew exactly what they needed. Each motion ground her against Lars until Owen was fucking them both with his clothing still in place.

Confusion bled away, leaving only pure pleasure in its place. Lars stopped thinking and felt instead. The scent of Mattie’s creamy fluids permeated the room. Sounds of sex and fulfillment shut out anything else, and when Mattie came undone around him, Lars simply let go. He climaxed hard, jerking and convulsing as he felt the waves of her orgasm coaxing him to new heights.

Lars exhaled a ragged breath and realized Owen was in a bad way. His dark eyes were ravenous as he watched Lars and Mattie gain their release. With an insatiable woman between them, there was no need for his partner to be left wanting.

“Mattie, love, Owen needs to come.” Lars slid her off his lap but kept hold of her arms so she was bent at the waist, resting against him while she stood on wobbly legs. “Don’t you want him to make you come again?”

“Yes!” She gasped the word on a half moan.

Owen fumbled with his jeans, pulling his thick erection free of the restraining material. “I need you bad, baby. I can see his cum leaking from your pussy. It’s so hot. I’ve got to be inside you.”

Without another word, Owen slammed his cock deep into Mattie’s wet cunt. She gripped Lars around the waist and buried her face against his thigh to stifle a scream as she instantly climaxed. Owen pounded her with raw sexual energy that singed Lars with its heat. It was bestial and rough, the same way that Owen fucked Lars when he couldn’t hold back any longer. Lars reveled in the sight. Owen’s muscles stood out in stark relief as he ground his hips against Mattie’s full ass. In only minutes, he plunged deep and held as he poured his semen into her welcoming body.

The ambient temperature in the office seemed to have risen several degrees, but Lars didn’t mind the sweat beading at his temples. He was only sorry there wasn’t a king-size bed on hand. It would have been a slice of heaven to curl up naked with his lovers and doze for a few hours before making love again.

“I think we should spend tonight at Owen’s.” The rumpled fabric of Lars’s pants muffled Mattie’s voice. “I’m going to need a bigger bedroom.”

Owen grunted. “I’ll second that.”

Lars felt like he’d missed a few pages but didn’t want to mention it lest he screw up whatever had shifted the dynamic of their lives. “I could stand a few more hours of this on a comfortable horizontal surface.”

Mattie wriggled into a standing position, causing Owen’s cock to slide free. “I’m still not sure about being the ‘girl with two husbands.’” She gazed up at Lars. “But I can’t imagine being the girl living without the two of you, so I think I’m going to have to deal.”

Lars wasn’t delusional. He knew this wasn’t the end of the miscommunication, drama, hurt feelings, and trust issues, but he would be damn glad to navigate those waters if he could do it with Owen and Mattie at his side.

Chapter Sixteen

Mattie curled up beside Lars in Owen’s oversize bed. She’d taken a hot shower while waiting for Lars to arrive, and she felt more relaxed than she had in days. The two of them had just a little longer to wait before their missing lover finished his shift at the door to the Underground. In the meantime, Mattie was enjoying the anticipation of what would happen once Owen arrived.

The atmosphere in the room was warm. Mattie didn’t usually feel comfortable being this far away from home, much less hanging around in a subterranean space without windows and the cool fall breeze. Recent events had changed her views. Down here they were far away from creepy altars, rundown shacks in the woods, and men like Hyde and Meecham. The lights were dim, the masculine colors and textures in the room making her feel as though she’d found the safest place she could under the circumstances. It was quiet, there was time, and Mattie wanted some answers.

She wondered if this would be the moment she’d finally see Lars mad. “Why didn’t you ever want to have anal sex with me when we were together before?” “Together” seemed such a paltry word to describe the whirlwind five months they’d spent as a couple.

He looked amused by her question—amused! His hazel eyes danced with mischief, and he grinned like a wicked boy. “Are you jealous?”

“No!” Except that was exactly what she was. Sort of. “Okay not exactly. I just want to understand.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve never fucked Owen in the ass either. It’s just not my thing.” He shifted against the pillows so he could better see her face.

The ramifications of what he said hit her all at once. She didn’t know why, but she’d always assumed two men would maintain a give-and-take relationship where they both received equal measure from the other. Apparently she was way off. Did that make Owen the “man” in their relationship?

Except I’d never put Lars in a subservient role.

Lars wasn’t effeminate in the least. She could feel every inch of his masculinity in the hard muscle coiled beneath her as she leaned against him. His skin was satin soft beside hers but stretched over a body sculpted by the gods to reflect every girl’s daydream of a beautiful man.

Mattie didn’t get it, and there was only one way to understand. “Don’t you want to be inside Owen?”
Don’t you want to be inside me that way?

“It isn’t that I don’t want to be.” Lars gazed across the room. “We just never discussed it. Owen likes to fuck me, and I enjoy it.” He gave her a little squeeze. “If it’s not broke, don’t fix it.”

That
was his answer? She didn’t know why, but it irritated her to no end that he’d never even considered Owen might like to experience the flipside of their relationship. Aggravation made her twitchy, and she pulled away from Lars to sit up. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she buried her face and tried to decipher why she cared so much. Did it really matter? Or was she still harboring some niggling doubt that the two of them were going to get tired of being with her and go back to screwing each other in what was apparently a happily one-way attachment?

“What are you really getting at, Mattie?” Lars asked gently.

She wished she had an answer. It was still so much to wrap her mind around. Not just the idea of Lars and Owen and whatever it was that they’d done after Lars had ended it with her. There was also the sense of panic that she was entering into a semicommitted relationship with two men at once. There were three sets of emotions, three sets of baggage, and three sets of expectations involved. It was enough to drive her insane!

He smoothed one hand down her spine. The touch was electric. She wanted to arch into his hand like a cat. Her doubts were reasonable, but how could she risk walking away from this feeling forever?

She felt him move behind her, the mattress dipping as he knelt to place a kiss at the base of her neck. He stroked her messy ponytail, moving it out of the way in order to nip her shoulder.

Lars slid his hands beneath her bottom and cupped her nether cheeks. “It isn’t that I don’t adore this part of you.” He squeezed, and her belly clenched with dark desire. “When I was in school, I experimented with boys. We were all young and clumsy and inexperienced, and since then, I’ve been too—gun-shy, I suppose.”

Mattie had the odd thought that the fumbling, overeager gropings of youth were not limited by gender. Lars used his body to push her forward on the bed. She instinctively put her hands down and spread her knees to catch her weight. The position opened her to his touch.

He spread her cheeks. The tips of his fingers were barely brushing her anal star. It was titillating, a tease, a promise of something that made her pussy wet with desire. She curled her fingers into the sheets and arched her spine, begging for more.

“You like that, don’t you?” he crooned.

She tried to answer, but she could only manage a strangled moan. Her heart was pounding, and her breasts hung free, each nipple a tight little point. Lars massaged her buttocks, spreading her impossibly wide. Her slit was open and exposed, making her feel doubly wanton.

He bit her round bottom, and she gave a sharp cry. Her clit throbbed in anticipation. He placed a line of damp kisses on a path toward her asshole. When he set his teeth to the muscular flesh above her crevice, Mattie nearly came undone.

Her pussy was slick and wet. Had Lars wanted to sheathe himself inside her, he could have done so without any more foreplay. Her whole body ached for sex, but the desire was tangled. She needed a long, thick cock in her cunt. Yet it was her anal passage that clenched and released as though waiting for the fullness of penetration.

She nearly shot off the bed when Lars used the tip of his tongue to trace the puckered contours of her asshole. No lover had ever done that. Ever. She wouldn’t have imagined a man could want to, but there was no denying the wild pleasure it invoked. Heat lanced through her pussy, and she trembled as her first orgasm unfurled inside her.

“Fuck, Mattie, you’re such a horny little thing,” Lars said roughly. “I forget how easily I can make you come.”

“Please!” It was the only word she could find, accompanied by the wiggle of her bottom as she begged him for completion.

“Not yet.” Lars licked the sensitive flesh around her anal entrance again.

She thought she might go insane with need. He wouldn’t let her close her legs to gain friction. He wouldn’t put his cock inside her. There was nothing but escalation as he tongued her a few more times before moving lower to lap at the juices smearing her inner thighs. He manipulated her cheeks, stretching and teasing both her openings until she thought she would come again. This time he stopped just before she crested as if he knew exactly how to prolong her pleasure until she would have done anything, said anything, begged, or even debased herself for the promise of satisfaction.

OWEN HAD NO expectations when he unlocked the door to his suite. He’d had no texts from Lars, and Owen hadn’t seen him come into the club. He had seen Mattie, however. The taste of her kiss still lingered in his mouth. She’d boldly walked right up to him at his post and wrapped herself around his body like a custom-fit glove. Her mouth had nearly made him forget everything but how much he wanted to strip her naked and bury himself inside her.

Anticipation made him eager. He pushed into the room and closed the door. He’d already started emptying his pockets when he heard Mattie moan. He whipped around to face the bed, bits of change falling from his hand to the plush carpet.

Rational thought left his brain. There was nothing but the scene laid out like an erotic painting. Mattie on hands and knees with her pussy splayed wide and so turned-on that Owen could smell her from the doorway. Behind her, Lars teased her with his hands and mouth while denying her the thick erection bobbing between his legs.

Lars looked up and straightened. “Perfect timing. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.”

Owen began to strip. He fumbled the knife off his calf and set it aside with his phone and keys. He’d wanted a shower, but that would have to wait. He cursed his boots as the laces tangled, and he popped one in his struggle to get them off.

Lars only chuckled, a dark promise on his face as he gripped Mattie’s rounded bottom.

Owen yanked his shirt off and unfastened his pants, gaze locked on the sight of Mattie’s breasts bouncing beneath her as Lars wiggled her ass. When she caught his eye, Owen’s cock spurted a generous amount of precum onto his belly. He pushed his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them in record time.