Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Read Free Book Online

persuade her to do this to us and take it herself?” Kane asked.
    “She wouldn’t be the right mate for us if she didn’t enjoy this stuff.”
    “I guess not.” Kane grinned. “It’ll be fun initiating her.”
    “You’ve got that right.”
    Cool lube trickled over Kane’s ass and something slid into his anus. One of Tyrone’s latest toys, Kane was guessing. His buddy had a whole cupboard full and was always adding to his collection. This one was battery operated, felt warm as it settled into his ass, and filled him completely.
    “That’s awesome,” he said, gasping as Tyrone thrust it deeper.
    “Get up!”
    Kane did, laughing as they swapped places. “We ought to close the door,” he said, reaching for it. “We’ve got company, remember.”
    “Leave it,” Tyrone replied. “She’ll be dead to the world by now. The air always does that to visitors.”
    “Yeah, it does.” Kane grinned. “Anyway, it would be kinda fun if she walked in on us.”
    “I hear you, brother.”
    Tyrone’s smile was broad and infectious as he lay across the ball and wiggled his ass. Kane knew he wanted to be flogged and guessed he also wanted Kane to fuck his ass while Kane himself had the plug for company. Knowing Tyrone, he probably wanted to be handcuffed as well. There was a hook on their mirror for precisely that purpose, but Kane had other ideas. Tyrone had amazing balance, only partly due to his feline tendencies, and Kane never tired of testing its limits. He grabbed the hog-tie irons and fastened them to his wrists and ankles, bringing them up behind his back. Tyrone was trussed up like a turkey, legs splayed, his ass an open invitation. All he could do now was use his taut abdominal muscles to balance on the ball. By kneeling behind him, Tyrone was on exactly the right level to have perfect access to him.
    “You really think you can stay on that thing while I fuck your brains out, lover?”
    Tyrone laughed. “You’d just love it if I fell off, wouldn’t you, big boy? I’d never fucking hear the end of it.”
    Kane leaned forward and took a nip at Tyrone’s muscled glutes. “I’ll settle for you just loving me.”
    “I can’t seem to help doing that. Still, you’ve now got competition, buddy.”
    “That works both ways.”
    Kane lubed Tyrone’s ass, using his fingers to work it in deep. He then slid the tip of his cock into his butt, teasing Tyrone by immediately withdrawing it again. The plug in his own butt sent a warm glow through him, causing his cock to swell and pulsate. His reaction tested his restraint, preventing him from tormenting Tyrone the way he really wanted to. He slid all the way into his lover, moving fast and with assurance, being brutal because that’s the way Tyrone liked to be fucked. The ball wobbled, so did Tyrone, but he didn’t fall. Instead he pushed back as best he could from his hog-tied position, grunting, encouraging Kane to delve deeper.
    “Fill me with that wicked cock of yours, buddy. I need to feel you fucking me deep.”
    “Is there any other way?” Breathing hard, Kane reached beneath Tyrone and pinched one of his nipples hard. “You’ve got it all now, lover.”
    They got into a smooth rhythm, the ball rocking with them as they moved. Kane was close, too damned close, and he blamed Aisha for that. It was images of her that he held in his mind as he worked Tyrone’s ass. When he recalled the way her pert nipples pushed against her thin shirt as she ate dinner with them his cock expanded inside Tyrone like an inflated balloon. God, but he wanted her—he wanted her so bad it was a physical ache. He’d been in acute discomfort since first setting eyes on her. Getting off with Tyrone would ease the ache, but for how long?
    Kane extended the claw on his right index finger and used it to reach behind himself and push the plug a little deeper into his own butt. Tyrone was making louder and louder grunting noises, a sure indication that he was close. His skin was