Three-Way Tie (Neighborly Affection) Page 3

  She shimmied free in a beautiful display of speed and elegance, leaving her hair in a golden cloud of flyaways framing her face.

  Jay’s cock trembled in his hand. His thudded at his fly, trapped against Jay’s tempting ass.

  “Are you prepared to pay tribute, my boy?”

  The balls under his hand tightened. Jay would recover quickly enough, and Alice always appreciated a show. Complementary capacities and desires. He pulled with a slow, steady stroke.

  “Do you see how our dear girl has soaked through her panties?”

  His brilliant girl took the initiative, widening her stance, shifting her weight and exposing more of the gleaming fabric. Wet and sliding.

  Jay’s frenetic nod bounced through his whole body, his sneakers squeaking on the hardwood.

  “Her stomach is bare. Such creamy, inviting skin.” A decadent canvas between the ropes above and the panties and garters below. “Can you decorate it for her, Jay?” He’d take her just like that, unleashing his arousal and pushing her panties aside. But first, the cock attached to his needy, squirming boy. Raw, passionate perfection. “Can you reach her from here? I believe you can.”

  Another slow stroke, the fine network of veins a rippling texture in his palm and Jay’s panting a chorus in his ears. “Show her the power she holds over you. The desire she brings forth.” Alice curled her fingers, digging them into her thighs like a cat kneading with its paws. “Will you pour it out at my command?”

  “Yes. Yes, Henry, please. I will, please.” Jay gasped and pushed back, molding their bodies into a single form, an unfinished sculpture straining toward their alabaster companion.

  The gratifying pressure dragged out a growl, his boy inching him toward the edge. He willed himself back. Their needs first. Always. Laying his free hand over Jay’s sternum, he took refuge in the galloping heart protected beneath.

  “Come for us, Jay.” A command he loved to deliver.

  The swift surge arrived with his next stroke. Jay moaned and whimpered, ejaculate arcing high to splash its target with exactitude. His good boy, striving to please him, never disappointed.

  Without his prompt, Alice stepped forward and caught the second and third jets despite the diminishing force behind them. Exquisite. Attuned to his intent and eager for the same.

  “Lovely,” he murmured. Splashes of chaos dotted the gentle slope of her belly, freeform expressionist design between the geometric precision of the winding jute and the crisp lines of her garters. “See what a beautiful addition you’ve made to our masterpiece, my boy?”

  The final gasps of excitement trickled across his knuckles. He raised his hand to his mouth, deliberate and slow to draw his pets’ attention, and tasted Jay’s salt, the strong tang of his first release of the day. The doubling echo, a whimper from the boy in his arms and a thready plea from the girl waiting for his touch, swelled his heart and his cock near to bursting.

  With no outside stimulation, he’d have thirty minutes, perhaps forty-five, before Jay reloaded. Since he meant to fuck his sweet girl, the show alone would bring Jay back to full readiness. Swiping his fingers across Jay’s lips, he allowed him to lick them clean. A torment for his quaking girl, the pink of her cheeks cascading down her neck and darkening the tips of her breasts.

  The safety scissors remained a stern reminder in his pocket as they had all day, but her heaving breaths signaled arousal rather than distress. A slight push guided Jay to the floor.

  “Sit for a spell, please, Jay. I’ve something I must check on.” Mumbled agreement about taking a load off demonstrated his boy’s usual post-orgasm euphoria. A single long stride carried him to Alice.

  He slid two fingers underneath the overlapping vertical bar between her breasts, tugging her to him. Still the proper tension in the line, still her clear comfort and excitement. Her harness, his claim for her pleasure, a visual feast for his, the bondage a curiosity with which he hoped to entice Jay. The boy’s hands had strayed to the rope often today. He would be ready soon, with a strong desire and a sweet request.

  Holding her in place with the jute, he claimed her mouth. She flowed like water, rounding rough edges, filling every gap beneath a pristine surface. The water of life. Too necessary for his thirst to wait. The bed too far, the table too far, even the wall behind her too far. “My brave, beautiful girl.”

  He spun her and splayed his hand over the green cord harness. Pushed. “Palms flat on the floor, Alice. Spread your legs for me.”

  Trembling thighs parted at his command, weight balanced above strong, slender ankles. A moan shook free of her throat. The sloping curves of her ass rocked to the beat trapped in her blood. A beat he would attempt to match.

  “Hours of waiting rush through your body in an instant. Is that what gives the moment such power, do you think?” Unbuckled and unzipped, he freed his cock and rubbed the shaft over her panty-clad ass. “Lust super-saturated and compressed until the vessel can hold no more.”

  He slid through her thighs and savored her sighing joy. A tease of pressure, his cockhead bumping at her clitoris, and she shuddered. Wetness seeped through to his skin.

  “But you, my dearest…” He peeled her panties aside, the fabric slippery and struggling to return. “Even overflowing, you make room for me.”

  He sank deep. Her groaning relief matched his low growl. “Yes, just so. I’ll fuck you whenever it pleases me, and you’ll always be eager to receive me, won’t you, Alice?”

  “Always,” she answered, her voice thin and breathless. Jay’s soft whine offered an underlying note of agreement. “Want more.”

  He thrust harder, and her flesh engulfed him with ease. A tight hug of her own, clenching bands of muscle more powerful than the ropes she adored. His cock touched the center of the world, where heat and pressure crushed him into diamond. He swept his thumb across the tighter ring of puckered flesh calling to him.

  She’d been too tense for anal play in the last few weeks. She’d had no preparation today. He stroked in firm circles. Denim rustled—Jay seeking a better view and whimpering as he found one.

  “Such a temptress,” Henry crooned. She flexed under his thumb. “Do you miss me here?”

  Her straining thighs, backward wiggle, and dry, choked yes left no room for doubt. He centered his thumb and kept up the pressure without entering.

  “We’ll do something about that soon, Alice.” Steady thrusting, even as her heat clamped down on his cock. “We must be ready for your birthday.” Faster. Scrotum swaying. Thumb pressing. Opposite fingers pinching explosive nerves. “My sweet girl will take both of her gifts at once.”

  She scalded him in the rush of her climax, her uncontrolled speed and snug fit sending him tumbling after. Four sharp thrusts of exquisite pleasure after hours of denial. More than worth the delay when she rewarded him with the cascading riot of her need, the melody of her moans and whimpers, the rich musk flooding his nose.

  “Delightful,” he murmured. “Someone’s excited about her birthday.”

  Her giggle rippled through her body to his. “I like my gifts hard and thick and coming in pairs.”

  “A simple request to accommodate.” Bending forward, he slipped his hands under the shoulder straps of her harness and pulled her upright with him. “We’ll practice tonight, shall we?”

  He beckoned to his boy and clasped them both, one hand at their hips and the other curved around the back of Jay’s neck. Besotted elation suffused him with pride as Jay ducked his head and nuzzled the rope crossing Alice’s shoulder. Spare lengths lay in the drawer, waiting only for the question to be asked.

  How far they’d come. How much stronger they’d grown with their lives knotted together. Tensile strength, Alice would term it. Belaying lines, Jay would say. None would snap or fall while the other two held them fast. Three vibrant strands, crossing and recrossing, each retaining its beauty and strength in the design. The harmony of a fishing net cast from his hand. He’d hauled in his dear ones. They no longer flowed out like
water rejoining the sea. He’d crafted a hammock instead, sturdy knots that cradled the pair flowing into his embrace.

  “Scamper off to the bedroom, my dears.” Nudging pats sent them on their way, his brave boy teasing and his sweet girl laughing. “We’ve more games yet to play.”

  About M.Q. Barber

  Fine purveyor of quality distractions

  M.Q. Barber obeys Henry, Alice, and Jay whenever she can in the hope of coaxing more stories out of them. So far, they’ve always delivered. If she went more than a day without jotting down a book idea, she’d spend the night scouring WebMD or the Mayo Clinic online for the source of such a terrifying condition.

  Luckily, M.Q. has an understanding husband who doesn’t balk at sharing her with a multitude of fictional characters. Their puppy, being somewhat less understanding, makes her displeasure known by sprawling across the keyboard. M.Q. is certain the dog would share her fascination if only she learned to read. Progress on that project stalled when the puppy chewed through the reading material.

  Jay is a much better behaved puppy—but, to be fair, Henry and Alice are much more consistent masters.

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  Books by M.Q. Barber

  The Neighborly Affection series

  Playing the Game

  Crossing the Lines

  Healing the Wounds

  Becoming His Master (forthcoming)

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  Playing the Game: Neighborly Affection, #1

  She expects dinner with neighbors, but gets sex with a side of safewords.

  Mechanical engineer Alice still drools over her sexy neighbors a year after she’s moved in. She can’t decide whether they’re roommates or partners, but either way, they spark a wanton desire in her that has her imagination--and vibrator--working overtime.

  Henry, director of everything around him, studies human nature and applies philosophies to his paintings as well as his relationships. Quirky, polite to a fault, and formal, he follows his own code of honor even when it means denying himself.

  Flirtatious and playful, Jay needs stability, guidance, and to please others. His antics counterbalance Henry’s stuffy ways while he brings a level of vulnerability and fun to everything the trio does.

  BDSM play with the enigmatic artist and flirtatious joker across the hall allows Alice to put aside the linear thought processes which have kept her unsatisfied and distant with other lovers. She must dismiss her preconception of love, sacrificing her independence, if she’s to find a permanent place in their beds and hearts.

  Warning: Explicit sex, graphic language, BDSM, bondage, spanking, mmf menage.

  82,000 words

  Find Playing the Game at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00IGFXAHQ

  Playing the Game (excerpt)

  See how Henry, Alice, and Jay’s relationship began in Playing the Game (Neighborly Affection #1).

  Henry clicked his tongue. “Jay and I have both noticed your interest, Alice. It’s nothing of which you need be ashamed. We’re flattered.”

  She waited for his gentle brush-off. God, why couldn’t she meet any available nice guys? Ones who could dress themselves in the morning and put a meal on the table once in a while? Ones who could hold her attention for more than three dates but wouldn’t pressure her for commitment?

  “Definitely flattered,” Jay chimed in. His gaze raked over her body.

  The move might’ve earned a stranger a drink in the face, but not Jay, her de facto best friend. His look was what she’d wanted when she put the dress on. Even if he was untouchable.

  No rule against fantasizing. She’d apologize and promise to rein it in and everything would be fine.

  “Manners, Jay.” Henry released her arm to pull out her chair. “I won’t tolerate such boorish behavior. Alice deserves more dignified attentions.”

  She studied her sandals against the dining room rug. Dignified, undignified…hell, she liked ’em both.

  “She wants to play, Henry. You know she does, even if she hasn’t said so.”

  Jay rarely sounded so serious. She opened her mouth to ask about their game when Henry spoke.

  “Enough, Jay. Sit down and keep your eyes on your plate if you can’t be polite.”

  Jay’s eyes, defiant, lusting, caught hers. And then he sat and stared at his plate. What the hell had she walked into tonight?

  “Alice. Please accept my apologies for Jay’s rather forward behavior.” Henry took a softer tone with her than with Jay, gentler, and his hand grazed her bare back. “The young are always in such a rush.”

  She would’ve smiled if she weren’t so confused by their behavior tonight. Jay might have her birthday beat by eighteen months, but the impatience and immaturity she had shed still clung to him. Henry had a decade on Jay, but age wasn’t what set him apart. She imagined him mature and controlled even as a child. Dignified.

  Henry tipped his head and captured her gaze. He was taller than she was. Not much. She might match him in heels, not that it mattered, since they weren’t dating and never would be. His height hit the sweet spot that made standing beside him exquisite, even if she’d never admit it aloud to the ones she turned down, the ones who weren’t the perfect fit.

  Henry’s fingertips trailed over her spine, and she shivered.

  “Except when they’re a bit skittish,” he murmured. “Is that what you are, Alice? Perhaps you’re feeling unsure of your place here?”

  She couldn’t meet his gaze for long. His eyes invited her to drown in tender concern, implied an intimacy that made her nervous and needy. Jay proved no help, his focus locked to his plate.

  “If you don’t wish to play, my dear, that’s fine. We three may still have a lovely dinner, and your longing looks will be no less welcome for the declined invitation.”

  Her gaze flicked back to Henry’s. She wet her lips. Beneath the nerves welled a thrilling jolt, an anticipatory burst of glee.

  “But there could be more if I want it?”

  Continue reading Playing the Game at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00IGFXAHQ

  Crossing the Lines: Neighborly Affection, #2

  A safeword won’t save her from love.

  After six months of cavorting in her neighbors’ bed, Alice admits signing the contract to be Henry’s sexual submissive is the best decision she’s ever made. He delivers on his promise to give her sexual satisfaction. But submitting to his dominance alongside his long-term lover shows her the sharp line between sex and love. Henry loves goofy, eager-to-please Jay. Neither man has promised to love her.

  Hiding her feelings grows harder every night she spends with them. As they struggle with wounds old and new, her emotional turmoil threatens to shred their arrangement. Is it time to bow out before they show her the door? Or can a triangle be the shape of true love?

  Warning: Explicit sex, graphic language, BDSM, bondage, spanking, mmf ménage with mm and mf interaction.

  84,000 words

  Find Crossing the Lines at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00IGFX5IA

  Healing the Wounds: Neighborly Affection, #3

  There are no safe words. There is only surrender.

  When Alice leapt into sexual games with her neighbors Henry and Jay, she didn’t plan to fall in love. She sure didn’t expect she’d be the switch between Henry’s commanding mastery and Jay’s submissive playfulness. But now she’s moving in with them, and she’d better figure it all out – fast.

  Troub
le is, she’s never been a live-in girlfriend. The day after a traumatic first night at a BDSM club might not be the best time to start.

  Struggling to find her place within the lifestyle, Alice seeks equality in a relationship built on surrender. Learning to lean on Henry challenges the foundation of her self-worth. He’ll have to lean on her in return for their triad to find stability. But can her stoic dominant lover accept her as a confidante as well as a submissive? And will their love be enough to silence Jay’s emotional ghosts?

  Warning: Explicit sex, graphic language, BDSM, mmf ménage with mm and mf interaction.

  85,190 words

  Find Healing the Wounds at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JF7ZF9A

  Copyright

  Three-Way Tie

  Copyright © 2013: M.Q. Barber

  Edited by Penny Barber

  Book design by M.Q. Barber

  Cover by Josh Barber

  First M.Q. Barber electronic publication: May 2014

  The short story “Three-Way Tie” previously appeared in the First Frost anthology by Lyrical Press in November 2013.

  All Rights Reserved. This ebook may not be transferred, transmitted, reproduced, or stored in whole or in part by any means without the written consent of the author, excepting brief quotations in reviews or literary criticism.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, historical events, locations, or organizations is coincidental.

  Published in the United States of America by M.Q. Barber