Neil, Louisa - Pyxis Island Triangle (Siren Publishing Ménage And More) (25 page)

Lately, his sex life had dwindled. Lila still made sure the three of them had their weekend suppers, but their midweek experiences dissipated. Ben knew Lila was preoccupied with the plans for the new solar panels that would eventually provide them all the power they could need, and once it was finalized, he would oversee the installation of the system, too, hopefully not until next spring. When it was finalized. It seemed to him the setbacks were designed by outside forces to keep Pyxis Island on the mainland grid, assuring them continued payments for their electric power. He knew Lila wouldn’t stand for that, but she was being careful with her plans to make sure the huge investment didn’t become problem-laden over time. He also knew the extra trips she was making to the mainland drained her physically and emotionally. He’d often thought to help her in some way and realized the best thing he could do was not insinuate himself where she didn’t want or need him. It was best to just do his job and keep his end of the island running smoothly.

Wyatt was busy in the lab, often skipping meals, always preoccupied, scribbling in his pocket notebook with dull pencils. Ben knew something wonderful was happening, but he wasn’t a part of that either. He was, he decided, bored. Life was happening too smoothly. There were no ripples or mood swings. He laughed at the irony. Hadn’t he always wanted an uncomplicated life with a job he liked? Yes, and now he had it, but he was missing the personal attention he’d been showered with in the past. He understood that somewhere along the way, life just took over, and until things settled, he’d have to just ride it out.

He spent his nights putting together his notes on the history of the island. He knew as much about the lighthouse as anyone could, and he’d been spending the rest of his downtime in the archives, going over the island background. Ben understood Lila would never let him publish it, but he would do it as a present for her and just for himself,
  
to leave a bit of himself in the archives.

* * * *

Entering the main office complex, he tugged off his thermal gloves and breathed in the warm air. Those first few breaths seemed to hurt his lungs more than the cold, but from experience, he knew that would subside. Cursing the rechargeable batteries used in the radios, he moved quickly through the empty reception area into the supply room. His fingers were numb, which didn’t make swapping out the batteries any easier. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered under his breath when he had trouble removing the dead one.

“What kind of language is that for a manager?” He swung around and found Lila standing in the doorway, a sly smile on her lips.

“I thought I was alone,” he said. He watched as she moved into the room and took the unit from him. Her graceful fingers snapped out the battery and replaced it with a charged one.

“Thanks, my fingers are numb,” he said, looking at her. She was beautiful as always, but today there was something different about her. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, giving her a more youthful appearance. She wore her standard silk blouse over a longer wool skirt with high-heeled boots. “You look nice today,” he told her.

“Thank you,” she said, staring at him. “Did you expect anything less?”

“Be nice or I’ll run my cold fingers up your thighs.”

“You think that’s a threat?” she asked, turning her back to him.

He watched as she took a stack of papers from the printer and glanced at them. When she didn’t turn back, Ben became annoyed. He was tired, hungry, and cold, and feeling unappreciated, although he couldn’t pinpoint the reason. He moved without thinking, closing the few paces between them and standing behind her. He slid his hands down along her hips and drew them up with her skirt between his fingers. Then he let his cold hands glide along her bare skin. She jolted against his freezing touch, starting to turn and face him.

“I don’t think so,” he said, pushing his weight against her, holding her tight to the machine. “I like it when your body shivers from my touch.”

“Do you, Ben, or are you just horny and looking to get in a quick fuck before heading back outside?”

“You’re in a strange mood, almost as if you’re trying to make me lose my temper.”

“Why would I do that?” She still hadn’t turned back or tried to move from his stance.

“Maybe because you’re horny and want a quick fuck before you go back to work.”

“What are you offering?” she asked, still staring straight ahead.

“Unbutton you shirt before I rip the buttons off.” Ben moved tighter to her and bucked his hips forward against her ass.

“If you want it off, you take it off.” There was a challenge in her tone he’d heard before. “Is that what you want?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Ben reached around her and with a hand on each side of her shirt, tugged it open, pulling it back to reveal her shoulders. She was braless, and he didn’t resist palming her breasts with his cold fingers. Lila shifted back against his crotch, letting her head drop against his shoulder. “Your nipples are rock hard,” he mumbled, using more pressure to pinch her breasts. She squirmed harder against him.

“Your cock is getting hard, not as hard as my nipples, but hard.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” he whispered, trailing one hand up along her chest to her chin, turning her face to the side where he could kiss her. It wasn’t a tender kiss. It was hard and filled with intent. He continued to pump her tit, and she pushed her weight into his palm, a silent plea for more. Their tongues battled and his cock got harder. “Are you wet?”

“Find out for yourself.”

“Lila,” he started and decided since she was baiting him, he’d take charge. “I’ll find out for myself.” He dropped his hand from her breast and moved to rub her crotch, using the material of her skirt to rub her clit.

“That’s all you’ve got? I figured you’d do better than this.”

“A dare or a challenge, I’ll accept it either way.” Ben understood this was her way of giving him permission to take what he wanted from her. Taking a step back and putting some space between them, he stripped off his outer jacket and quickly undid his pants, pushing them down his hips so his cock was free. It stood at attention, a drop of pre-cum already on his tip. He put his hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him. “Suck me,” he said and gently pushed her downward. Lila accepted his direction and kneeled before him, taking his cock to her lips instantly. Ben stood with his weight planted and accepted her attention. She licked him first and then took him in small increments between her lips. “That’s better, suck it.”

Lila glanced up at him, and he almost lost his load. What a sight. Her hair had loosened from the band and was falling forward, but he reached down and pushed it behind her shoulder, keeping his view of her tits unencumbered. As she relaxed into the act, she was taking him all the way down her throat.

“Use your hands to pinch your tits.”

She didn’t stop her motions, simply used one of her hands to fondle her tit and the other to pump his cock to her lips. Ben was in all his glory, Lila was sucking him and pinching her nipple. Half-dressed, she was an erotic sight. Just when he thought to let himself come, Lila bit the base of his cock, changing his attention. She held him between her teeth and looked up at him.

“I’m thinking you want something more. You’re biting my cock so I can’t come. You want to fuck. Am I right? Where, Lila, your pussy or ass?”

She let his cock slip from her lips and stood before him, using her hands to gather her breasts and bring them to her lips. She sucked her nipples, taking turns, one then the other. Still, she was silent.

Ben physically turned her around and pushed her to lean over the other end of the table where the printer sat. He tossed her skirt up over her back and stood for a few seconds appreciating the view of her perfect buttocks. There was no thought to his motion. He let his hand drop to her porcelain skin, landing with a light tap. Then the other hand dropped. He would have stopped if she hadn’t squirmed further back to reach his touch.

“Tell me Lila, what do you want?”

“You’re in charge,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at him. “Do what you want.”

He let out a grumbling breath and began to spank her ass cheeks, over and over until they turned a light shade of pink.

“Is that the best you can do?” Her taunt made him apply more pressure until her butt cheeks began to glow red.

“If I touched your pussy, I’d bet you’re dripping wet.”

“Find out,” she answered but didn’t pull from his hands. “Go ahead, Ben, finger me and see if you’ve got me excited.”

“I’ll do better than that. I’ll fuck you and find out.” Ben grasped her by the hips and tugged her backward. He was able to slide his cock in her pussy from behind in one push. “Christ, you’re not wet, you’re fluid. Does spanking your ass make you this hot?” When she didn’t answer, he let his hand drop down and contact with her skin. He’d push inward and spank her, on an outward pull, he’d raise his hand. Ben didn’t know how long he fucked her like that, only that his cock was straining to come and his palm was tingling.

“How far, Lila?”

“As far as you want.” Her words were punctuated by her heavy breathing.

He pulled his cock from her pussy and with one hand guiding him, pushed in her anus in one move. He stilled so he wouldn’t blow his load on the first stroke.

“What’s the matter, Ben, can’t stand how tight my ass is around your cock?”

He began to spank her ass again, slowly pulling from her anus and pushing fully back in. Ben didn’t know how long he went on that way, only that he was in a torment of heaven and hell. Her ass cheeks were glowing a beautiful red, his cock was gliding in and out of her ass, and he was having trouble holding back. “Finger your pussy, make me come.”

Lila followed his directions, and a moment later he felt two of her fingers enter her pussy. It was too much to hold back. She was so full, so tight that he grabbed her by the hips and fucked her harder. She pushed a third finger in her pussy, and he came when her body shuddered around him, sucking his cock deeper into her tunnel and clamping down on him.

“Christ, you are one hot bitch,” he managed to tell her, trying to garner his breath. “Your ass is a bright cherry red. You look amazing.” He pulled his cock from her anus and watched as his cum dribbled down her thighs. “Damn, Lila, I’m getting hard again.” He palmed his cock but knew he was exhausted. He lifted her skirt from her back and pulled it down to cover her ass.

“Are you warm now?” she asked, not holding back the smile on her lips.

“More than you could know.”

“Then we’d better both get back to work.” She stood tall, righted her blouse, and turned to face him. “See you later,” she told him, pausing only to give him a light kiss on his lips. She grabbed the pages she came in for and sauntered out. As she reached the door, she reached up and tugged the band from her hair, letting it go completely loose around her face and shoulders.

“Damn,” Ben said, finally reaching down to pull up his pants. “Now that’s what I call a break.” He put his clothes back in order, grabbed his coat, and headed out, having to return to take the radio with the new battery he’d come in for. “I’m all for diversions,” he said to the empty room. He knew it carried the smell of their encounter and didn’t care.

* * * *

That Saturday, something was different when he arrived for supper. Though it was a hectic week, he’d longed for this night with his paramours. Wyatt was already there, looking relaxed in jeans and a T-shirt. Ben didn’t often see him so calm. Tonight there was no jotting notes or distracted conversations.

Lila was her usual sensual self, dressed in a black button-down-the-front dress with black leather boots with extremely high heels, making her appearance even taller than usual. Her hair was pulled back and twisted up at her neck, and her makeup was much heavier than he’d ever seen it.

“We’re celebrating,” she said, handing him a glass of champagne.

“Good news at the lab?” he asked.

“Yes, that, too.” Wyatt’s answer was a bit cryptic, but his smile made Ben relax. It was a smile he’d come to know as excitement pending.