Neil, Louisa - Pyxis Island Triangle (Siren Publishing Ménage And More) (11 page)

“That was wonderful, men. Thank you both.”

“My pleasure,” Wyatt said, finally standing and stretching to his full height. Ben didn’t resist the impulse to drop and suck Wyatt’s soft cock clean. The other man dropped his hand on his head, directing him to go deeper. He did and was rewarded with a surge of Wyatt’s cock between his lips. “Ben, if you keep doing that, you’ll get me hard again and I’m exhausted. Come.” He reached a hand down to help Ben stand, but he instead took Wyatt’s pants and drew them up along his legs.

“Thank you, gentlemen, I’ll see you both tomorrow. Good night.”

He realized they were being dismissed, but since Wyatt didn’t seem to mind, Ben figured he shouldn’t either. He managed to pull his pants up and tucked himself inside. “Thank you both,” he said and headed toward the door.

“See you tomorrow, Ben.” Lila gave him a big smile. Wyatt leaned down and kissed Lila on the mouth. “I’ll see you tomorrow, too.”

“Night, my dear. Get some rest.” He turned and walked to where Ben was standing. “Come, I’ll walk you home.” The men left together, Wyatt only reiterating his “good night” when they came to Ben’s door. He moved on to his own apartment and let himself in. Ben moved inside and dropped on the sofa. He was mentally and physically exhausted, and he’d never felt so fulfilled. “I could get used to this,” he said and with a hint of regret, left his position on the sofa and grabbed his laptop. He had research to do tonight.

Chapter Seven

Ben was bleary-eyed from the amount of research he’d done over the last weeks on porphyria in all its forms and figured by now he knew as much as he could about Lila’s disease without a medical degree. He wasn’t sure what good it did, only that he understood her circumstances better. Ben knew he’d go out of his way to make sure she was comfortable and well cared for.

Of course, just admitting that to himself, he knew it acknowledged his true want for her to return his feelings. He kept the outlook that one day Lila and Wyatt might acknowledge his love as more than an infatuation for sexual gratification. He’d fallen in love with Lila, and being truthful, with Wyatt, too. He didn’t expect it, but it had happened so naturally. He understood neither would acknowledge his feelings blatantly, but instead, he figured small nuances would sustain him.

He saw them both every day at some point. They were always polite and businesslike. No one ever referred to their escapades behind closed doors. He did look forward to Saturday night suppers. His weeks were hectic, supplies being delivered for several ongoing projects on the island. By sundown, he was lucky to scarf down a meal in the cafeteria and fall into bed. But every night, just before he fell asleep, he masturbated to the memories of coming on Lila’s tits, of how she sucked her own nipples. It would push him over the edge to think about Wyatt standing behind him at the lighthouse railing, fucking his ass. It would make his whole body tingle and he’d come. He’d come to realize those were the best nights’ sleep he’d ever gotten.

Sunday night, when Ben thought to just relax and fantasize, he found a voice mail message on his phone. He couldn’t remember missing a call but figured he had. It was Lila’s voice, inviting him to join them for a celebratory glass of wine in Wyatt’s lab. He rushed through a shower and was standing just outside the lab complex with minutes to spare. Anxious didn’t accurately describe his feelings of anticipation. Wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs, he slid his card through the reader and entered the complex. He noted it was closed for the weekend, and the only light he spotted was from Wyatt’s private office. This must be some accomplishment, he decided, knowing he was only granted private time on Saturdays. Something good had happened.

He knocked and waited for the door to be opened before he entered. “Ah, Ben, right on time, come in.” Wyatt ushered him into the office, pausing to close and lock the door behind him. He poured a glass of wine and handed it to Ben.

“Thanks, what are we celebrating?” Ben couldn’t help but stare at Wyatt. Long gone were his suit and lab coat. Tonight he stood in a pair of muted green hospital scrubs. His feet were tucked into black clogs. It was the first time Ben had seen him look like a doctor, more a surgeon, he decided. It crossed his mind to wonder if Wyatt was naked underneath. Ben’s cock stirred, but he refused to acknowledge the growing bulge in his pants.

“Small steps, my dear boy, small steps.” Wyatt seemed quite pleased with himself, his manner much more relaxed and jubilant than Ben had ever experienced. “A small accomplishment, long fought for. Of course, I can’t tell you about the specifics. Suffice it to say medicine has advanced today, thanks to Lila and her forethought.”

“And my money, darling, don’t forget the money.”

Ben glanced to the far side of the room and watched Lila enter from a side entrance. Her hair was gloriously loose around her shoulders, and she wore a matching set of surgical scrubs as Wyatt. This was the first time he’d seen her in any other shoe than a high heel. Tonight, she, too, stood in black clogs. Her top seemed altered to show her curves and was deeper cut along her bustline than most regulation scrubs. Even without heels, Ben realized she was a tall, lean woman. “Lila, congratulations, you look lovely tonight. I’ve never seen you in the lab.”

“Really, Ben, the accomplishment is all Wyatt’s, but I’ll accept the compliment.” Lila wandered to Wyatt, accepting the glass of wine he offered her. “So, Ben, are you in the mood to celebrate with us, something new and…private?” She winked at him.

Ben knew his cheeks heated and managed to hold himself from running to her side. “Of course,” he said, but his voice was an octave higher than his normal tone. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “Of course,” he said, suddenly nervous.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Lila said, crooking her finger toward him. He moved automatically beside her, and Wyatt snugged up behind him. Ben was suddenly in heaven, Lila was kissing his mouth, and Wyatt was nipping at the back of his neck.

“He’s got way too much clothing on, don’t you think, Lila?”

“Let’s go to the examination room.” Reaching down, she grasped Ben’s hand and tugged him to follow her. He was in a set of back tunnels he’d never seen before, in person or on any plans. They moved past several office-type doors and then down a staircase. Ben didn’t know this lower level existed and tried to take in as much as he could as they walked through the space. “Questions later, Ben,” Lila said, answering his question before he could ask it.

Halfway down the hall, she paused before a blank door with no number or name plaque. Lila used her finger on the image scanner to open the door. Ben heard the whoosh of air as the door moved inward, the rush of fresh air on his face reinforcing they were entering a clean room of sorts. That meant no air went out without being micro filtered. Inside, it could have been any other medical examination room he’d ever sat in waiting half naked to see a doctor.

While it wasn’t completely cold and sterile, he observed it was still a medical facility of sorts. Centered in the space was a large, padded examination table. With a quick glance, he saw sets of dials and buttons on the side and knew this table would take many positions. He continued to scan the room, mostly all steel cabinets and countertops. There was nothing on the counters. There was, however, a metal tray which was covered with a small towel on a waist-height stand near the exam table. It was then he noted the stirrup straps which were folded into a table-height position. Ben got an instant visual of himself on that table with his legs held high in the stirrups exposed to whoever stood before him for whatever they might have in mind.

“This is quite a place,” he managed to squeak out. Lila moved forward and took the wine glass from his hand. He noticed Wyatt was leaning against a counter behind him, sipping his wine.

“It serves its purpose,” Lila told him with a smile, leaning forward to drop a light kiss on his cheek. “You still have too much clothing on Ben, or would you rather not party with us tonight?”

“I’m up for anything,” he said and started to unbutton his shirt. He moved to the far corner and toed off his sneakers. With little ceremony, he undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. He hadn’t worn underwear tonight, the feeling of the denim brushing against his skin keeping him just short of erect on the walk over. He sat on the small stool and tugged off his socks. Standing tall, Ben knew his erection bobbed as he moved. “Where would you like me?” Ben decided since he’d already agreed to their evening’s entertainment, he wouldn’t be shy.

“On the exam table,” Lila directed. He sat in the center and watched while she played with the switches on the side, raising his upper half to an almost sitting position then lowering the bottom half of the table, dropping his butt slightly. “There, is that reasonably comfortable?”

Ben squirmed into the position and settled. “Yes, I’m comfortable. What do you have in mind?” He accepted the wine glass Wyatt handed him and clinked glasses with both of them when Lila offered another toast to Wyatt and his accomplishment.

“Ben, since you’ve been here, we’ve all had some interesting times. Wyatt and I”—Lila glanced to Wyatt, who nodded his consent for her to continue—“have certain preferences. Since it seems we’ll be spending more time together, we were hoping you’d agree to our little eccentricity. You know how much I love to suck cock, but I’d prefer you a little less hairy.” She winked at Ben and reached a hand to Wyatt. Lila slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of Wyatt’s scrubs and drew them down his thighs. His shaved cock throbbed and stood at attention. Lila used the palm of her hand to pump the erection several times before looking back to Ben. “You’ll notice Wyatt keeps his male areas shaved. I’d like you to be clean-shaven, too. Do you have a problem with that?” Ben noted Wyatt left his pants at his ankles.

“I don’t think so,” Ben said, considering her proposal. “Won’t it be itchy growing back in?” He hesitated and smiled. “Or is that the point?”

Lila threw her head back and laughed aloud. “If you keep it shaved, it won’t be itchy. It does mean a bit more daily maintenance for you.” She gave him her most provocative smile. “You see, when I swallow your cock, I can get you deeper down my throat without all that hair in my way.”

“I think I can work with that.”

“If you don’t like it, you can always let it grow out,” Wyatt offered. “But my cock is always a bit more sensitive and aware when I’m hairless, just like Lila’s pussy is more sensitive without hair.”

“I’m game. How do we do this?” Ben drained the wine in his glass and settled back against the table, hoping he hadn’t sounded too anxious. “What do you need me to do?”

“Just relax and trust I won’t cut you.” Wyatt put his wine down and moved the rolling stand closer to the exam table. He reached down and pulled up a set of stirrups, taking first one then the other of Ben’s legs and setting them on the metal. He let out an involuntary jump when his foot touched the cold stirrup. “It will warm up,” Wyatt told him, moving him into the position he wanted Ben in.

“It’s silly, I know, but I feel kind of vulnerable,” Ben joked.

“Now you know how every woman feels during her gynecologic exams, vulnerable, exposed, and at the mercy of their doctor.” Lila paused and put her hands on his knees, leaning between his legs and dropping a kiss on his lips. “This is different,” she said and moved back. Wyatt pushed a small rolling stool to the foot of the table and sat between Ben’s legs. His cock got instantly hard, and he wanted to feel embarrassed, but he didn’t care.

“Now, first I’m going to slather you with shave cream.” Ben watched Wyatt squirt something into his palm and rub it between them. “Just to warm it a bit,” he explained, just before his hands ran along Ben’s lower belly. Over and over, his strong hands massaged the warming liquid onto his skin. Then he moved to cover his cock and his inner thighs. Ben knew he was squirming from the rubbing and all but came when Wyatt moved his fingers lower, covering Ben’s anus and cheek area. With the position he was propped in, Ben knew he’d be hairless in no time. He was excited about the change and waited to feel the cold metal against his skin.

“Settle down, Ben, this will be cold at first, but I won’t hurt you. It will feel more like a light scraping, like when you shave your face with a new blade.”

“I trust you, Wyatt. Lila does, so I will. Besides, your hands feel wonderful against my skin.”

“Just close your eyes and relax.”

Ben settled back and closed his eyes, enjoying the attention to his cock. Lila came forward and began stroking his chest and lightly pinching his nipples. “Ooh,” he mumbled and opened his eyes to see Lila taking off her top, leaving her chest gloriously naked. “Suck” was the only word he managed to utter before she moved closer and maneuvered her body so she was standing near his head, her tit at mouth height. With a slight turn, he was able to engulf her nipple between his lips. He heard her groan in approval and reached his hand to pump her whole breast while sucking on her nipple.