The Sextet Presents... Playing in the Raine [A Toy Story] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (2 page)

Chapter 2

With a foil pan of Mexican takeout and a glass of red wine on the breakfast bar, Raine kicked off her heels and sat on the only stool.
The story of my life
. Scarfing down restaurant food at eight o’clock in the evening by herself.

Why shouldn’t she work twelve-hour days? She didn’t have anyone waiting to see her at home. She hadn’t dated since Gil-the-slimeball had dumped her six months ago. Not that she hadn’t been invited. She had been, by every greasy friend and acquaintance of said slimeball. He’d done more than kiss and tell.

He isn’t worth one damn second of thought. Enjoying sex is hardly a crime.

Scooping a bite of black beans, she powered up her laptop. Maybe one of the SWMs had e-mailed her. She needed a diversion from her nonexistent social life—young, hot, horny studs ready for a real woman. Forty-year-old men sure as hell didn’t want to learn to please her. Maybe she could train a beginner.
Yeah, right.
She laughed so hard, she snorted. By the time she finally got someone trained, she’d be too damn old to have sex.

She logged on, typing the name of her favorite online store in the address bar. Should she skip the young studs and go for someone reliable, dependable, and trusty? Battery-powered Richard, Dan, and Ted never failed to give her an orgasm. In her experience, most men considered foreplay optional, skipping the light touches and playful teasing. Strip, a couple flicks across her nipples, a quick finger-dive into her cunt, and they were ready to screw. She might get an okay G-spot O out of the action, but never anything as satisfying as the dolphin gave her. More often than not, her clit slept through the whole event.

Ah, here we go.
New products. Expandable Ed. She scanned the description. He was an engineering wonder.
Fill Ed with warm water and insert. He expands while you play! Then he shoots his load during vaginal contractions! Great in the shower or bath!
She added Ed to her wish list. If her boy toy didn’t pan out, she’d try out a new gadget.

Taking a bite of soggy quesadilla, she surrendered to curiosity. She typed in her password and clicked on her in-box. Junk, trash, garbage. Delete. MAugustine, RLeonard, VNiccolo. All three SWMs. She opened the first, the one seeking an experienced woman.

Dear Experienced Woman, My imagination has few limits. I’m willing to teach and willing to learn. I enjoy sharing my knowledge. Have you ever posed for a nude painting? Or painted a nude? I’ve done both. Don’t let my age fool you into thinking I’m inexperienced. I’d like to meet you so we can tutor each other in the ways of the world. Name the time and place. Matt.

Other than a few pictures taken by a guy she’d dated during grad school, she’d never posed naked—and she’d made damn certain she possessed the only copies of those photographs. Matt sounded like he wanted a casual sex partner, possibly a model for a sitting or two.
A definite maybe.

Next.
Dear Explorer Girl, I want to explore a new friendship that will complement my existing ones. I’m not sure about my IQ, but philosophy is my area of study. Let’s see…my favorite adventure. I’d have to say the first time I fell in love. I’ll never forget the rush. Have you ever been in love? I’d like to experience it again. Can we meet? Rafe.

Hmm
. Rafe. Nice name. A romantic, unless he was lying—which was a distinct possibility. Had she ever fallen in love? Oh, perhaps the lusty sort but not the long-haul kind. No man had stuck around long enough for her to decide. Another maybe.

Dear Hiker Chick, I wasn’t sure what to expect when I placed the ad, but I find I’m pleasantly surprised. A woman who has the same interests as me—who would’ve thought? Although I like to look at free-form sculptures and paintings in oil and watercolor, my talent lies elsewhere. My passion is molding clay into the human form. I’ve hiked Longs Peak in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado and plan to someday best Mount McKinley. My sine? I hope I’m not an obtuse male, have been told I’m “a cute” guy, and since sine is based on right triangles, I’m certain my sine is less than or equal to one and greater than zero. In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m a mathematician by day. I’d love to know more about you. Vince.

A horny painter, a romantic philosopher, and a mathematician slash sculptor with a witty sense of humor. She had nothing to lose and everything to gain by meeting all three. A quick return e-mail to each had her squirming in her seat and going back to order Ed by overnight shipping.

* * * *

Rubbing his bleary eyes, Vince set aside the stack of papers. He couldn’t wait to have a grad student of his own to grade for a class of a hundred or more. At least his assistantship paid the bills, even if grading five or six hundred homework assignments each week sucked.

He opened his laptop, forcing down the stomach-tickling anticipation of a response from PlayingInTheRaine. An unbidden image of the redhead from the coffee shop appeared in his mind. What were the odds that she was the woman who’d answered the ads? Not as high as his hopes, for damn sure. Of course, he’d spent several hours shaping the curves of her calves, hips, and breasts out of Chavant clay last night, imagining his hands following the contours of her body. An artist’s dream. Every man’s fantasy. His infatuation.

Bringing up his e-mail, he ignored the hardening of his cock. He’d take care of it soon enough. Two clicks took him to his in-box. A message from PlayingInTheRaine topped the list. His pulse jumped. Another click to open it.

Dear Vince, I’d love to see your work. The sculpting, not so much the math. I see enough of that every day in my job. I adore Rodin, the erotic beauty of entwined bodies, the honesty and emotion in his art. I see the same in nature. I’ve hiked in the Rockies several times, and they never fail to take my breath away. As for my sine, I guess I’d have to say I’m more of a tangent. I’d like to meet you. Are you free Thursday for an evening visit to the art museum on campus? Or perhaps Saturday afternoon? Hope to see you soon. Hiker Chick.

She wanted to meet him, but she hadn’t given her name. A smart, cautious woman. Did she have any idea how her description of Rodin’s work affected him? Yes, every word was true. It also made his balls tighten and his dick throb. She clearly had an open mind about sex—a must for what he, Rafe, and Matt wanted to do with her. Would she think they were perverts, just looking to get laid?

“Hey, Vin, you got a minute?”

Matt’s yell from the first floor of the house startled Vince, and he accidentally clicked on “reply.” He wasn’t ready to make a date with her yet. He wasn’t even ready to share her note with his roommates. “Cancel.” “Sure. Come on up.”

Footsteps pounded on the stairs as he closed his laptop. Matt jogged into the office-studio space they’d designated as off-limits to anyone but Vince without permission to enter. Matt’s hair hung in his face, and he shoved his fingers through it to meet Vince’s gaze.

“She answered. I’m meeting her for a drink tomorrow night. She wants Rafe to meet her at the arboretum Wednesday evening. Did she set up a date with you too?”

Shit.
He
had
to tell when he’d been asked. “Yeah. Art museum either Thursday or Saturday.”

“Which one did you say? Because the sooner, the better.” Matt’s enthusiasm made Vince laugh.

“Man, you have sex on the brain. I was just reading her e-mail when you started screaming like a banshee at me.”

Matt’s eyebrows furrowed, and his gaze dropped. “I wasn’t screaming like a damn banshee, and look who’s talking about sex on the brain. Your dick’s about to split your zipper. You’ve been thinking about that redhead again, haven’t you?”

How the hell does he do that?

“Hey, Vin, how about if I suck you off while you fantasize it’s her? Or you can imagine you’re fucking her. Either way, I get to blow you.” Matt’s lips curved into a dick-eating grin. “Or, better yet, you can think about the redhead and Hiker Chick doing you together. Eat one pussy while you fuck the other. Hmm. I might have to try that sometime. Of course, I’d want yours or Rafe’s cock in my ass too.”

“Jesus, you’re a man-whore, Matty.” Vince loosened his jeans, pushing them past his thighs and sitting back down in the desk chair. “Don’t you want to get off?”

“No worries. I nailed Rafe about an hour ago. I’m good for a while.” He dropped to his knees and ran his finger along the seam of Vince’s balls. “Redhead or Hiker Chick? Both? Maybe all five of us, ganging and banging like a Roman orgy?”

Vince closed his eyes as a shudder raced up his spine. “The redhead. Do you know I spent an hour shaping her tits out of clay last night? God, I’d love to see the shape and color of her nipples.”

Matt traced the vertical ridge up the length of his erection and then sucked the head between his lips, rubbing that amazing tongue along the slit. A hand cupped Vince’s sac and gave a gentle squeeze.

“And those legs. I want them wrapped around my waist while I slide in and out of her sweet pussy.” A warm, wet mouth swallowed his dick. He gasped at the physical sensation matching the visual in his head. His hips jerked forward.

Matt moaned, sending vibrations through Vince’s cock.

“Do you like it deep, Red? Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast? You’re so tight and wet.” The tunnel sucked and pulled at him. “That’s it. Come for me.”

Another moan. This one lower and longer. The gliding friction brought him another step closer. A finger stroked the skin at the base of his balls, easing toward his asshole, skimming over it, dipping inside.

“Shit, come with me, honey.” He pictured all her red hair spread over his pillow, those green eyes widening as she tensed. Her face contorted with the rush of her orgasm, and he shoved his cock deeper. “Fuck, I’m coming! Don’t stop!”

The suction and the contracting of his balls sent him over the edge, shooting his hot cum into the tunnel as his groan blended with Matt’s. Damn, he was the most amazing cocksucker on the planet. He licked his way to the head and sucked one more time before releasing it.

“Vin, you really need a woman. I don’t care if it’s the redhead or the Hiker Chick. You need a real pussy to fuck. As much as I wish I had one, I don’t.” Matt stood, reaching out to touch Vince’s cheek as he leaned in for a soft kiss on the lips. “You coming to bed soon?”

Vince nodded. He had one thing to take care of before he crashed. “I love you, Matty.”

“I know.” Matt turned toward the door, looking back over his shoulder. He smiled. “I love you too.”

* * * *

Scuttling down the steps, Matt aimed for the kitchen. Ass-fucking Rafe and blowing Vin always made him hungry. Actually, anything sex related tended to give him the munchies. Well, if he was honest, he’d have to admit that he didn’t know for a fact that screwing a woman stimulated his appetite. He planned to find out soon enough, but could he do it without revealing his inexperience to Rafe and Vin? Not that he expected them to laugh at him or tease him. It was just…embarrassing, considering how many times he’d butt-fucked both of them. Besides, how many twenty-five-year-old men were vaginal virgins?

He opened the refrigerator, hoping for some of Rafe’s leftover stuffed chicken concoction. They’d all starve without his gourmet cooking. Pizza, chicken wings, and beer hadn’t been bad as an undergrad. Matt didn’t think he could stand it every night anymore.

Aha! And some of that cranberry glaze stuff to go on top!
He pulled out the containers and popped off the lids. Finding enough to satisfy his stomach until morning, he loaded a plate, put it in the microwave, and set the timer.

“You’re eating again?” Rafe ruffled his hair from behind. “Good thing you get lots of exercise, or you’d weigh three hundred pounds.”

“Just keeping up my strength. You and Vin are awfully demanding.” Matt grinned. “I hope you plan on cooking all the time once we find a woman.”

“Your brain never stops thinking about sex, does it?”

Beep, beep, beep
.

“Why would it want to do that?” Matt laughed and took his snack from the microwave. “Hiker Chick e-mailed Vin, but I think he’s hung up on the redhead from the coffee shop.”

Rafe sat at the kitchen table, pushing another chair out with his foot. “She was pretty damn incredible. Sit.”

“Yeah, well, unless she’s the one who answered our ads, he better not get used to the idea of fantasizing about her while he’s getting blown by somebody else.” He stuffed a bite of chicken in his mouth, savoring the tart flavor. “I can handle him pretending I’m a fiery little pussy when I suck him, but I don’t think another woman would appreciate it much. Shit, this is good.”