In a Chord (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

“The door, Keaton,” she gasped.

He shut the door and turned back to her eagerly.

“You left the key in the lock,” she said with a giggle.

He opened the door, yanked out the key, closed the door again, and locked the deadbolt.

Then she was in his arms again and she was walking backward, pulling him along. Their mouths met, lips melding together and tongues entwining. The apartment was small, the bedroom even smaller. The full-sized bed took up almost the whole space. In fact, the door couldn’t even open all the way, but that was okay. She pulled him through the narrow entrance before taking off her T-shirt. She wore a lacey black bra, which she hurriedly undid, until she stood in only her schoolgirl plaid skirt, stockings, and her G-string panties.

She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him forward as she moved onto the bed. His breathing came quicker as his heart pounded with excitement. Her hands moved down his body, down his chest to his pants. She rubbed him a couple of times, feeling his length and hardness.

She raised large eyes to him. “I can’t wait to taste your cock,” she whispered.

With those words all restraint broke, and she unbuttoned his jeans while tugging the zipper down. He reached into his pocket to his wallet, pulling out a square condom packet before shucking the pants and T-shirt.

Her delicate hands were barely able to hold his pulsing mass, stroking it up and down. She licked her lips as she stared at it. As he buried his hands in her glorious hair, he brought her head forward and her lips closed over his cock.

“Oh, God,” he moaned. “Suck me, Momo.”

Her lips slipped over the tip as he slid forward, over her tongue and down her throat. She wasn’t able to swallow all of it, but she was able to go down a good ways. Momo began to suck, using her tongue to lick the girth as much as she could, tickling under the head. Up and down she bobbed as he fucked her face gently. They were just starting, and he didn’t want this to end too soon, but God! Her mouth was wet and warm, and she ignited a fire in his blood.

“Yes, yes,” he moaned. “God, you suck good cock!”

She laughed, but as he was buried deep in her mouth it came out as a strangled warble sound. As she pulled up, she let her tongue trail over the bulging vein on the underside and his glistening cock plopped out of her mouth.

He moved onto the bed. She scooted backward as he stalked her on his hands and knees, his throbbing member straight and hard like a missile aiming for her. She lay back onto the mattress as he loomed over her, a little grin on his face. He brought one hand along her leg, trailing up the black sock that molded to her sleek muscles. It was held up by elastic around the top of her thigh, and just above it, she wore a black G-string.

“I like this,” he murmured. He leaned over her and licked her slit right though the lace. She gasped and shivered, so he did it again. Easing one finger over her panties, he slipped it under them to touch the moistness that oozed out. He traced her outer lips, dipping in to play teasingly with her clit.

Her hips wiggled, bucking slightly as she demanded more without words. So he gave, pulling his hand out to lift her skirt. He maneuvered his body so he was half lying on top of her, able to bend his head and move her panties aside once more, this time allowing his tongue to explore.

She was soft like velvet and tasted like honey and cream. Slowly he tongued her clit, drawing in the dewy pearl and flicking it back and forth. He eased a finger inside, stroking her lining with tender touches.

“Oh, yes!” she squealed, her hips moving in time with his thrusting finger. “Yes, yes!”

A shudder ripped through her, and he applied more pressure on her sensitive nub. She cupped her breasts and started pinching her nipples, her body undulating with the added pleasure.

“You have such a beautiful pussy,” he murmured, blowing slightly on it.

And then she cried out and stiffened as cream coated his finger and tongue. She came with a small gasp, her body arching. A moment later, she relaxed, panting, her eyes slitting as she looked at him with a Cheshire grin wide on her face.

“Come here,” she murmured. “I want to fuck you now.”

Keaton rose up on his knees and reached for the condom, sheathing himself quickly. She gave a wicked little eyebrow wiggle and turned over, raising her hips as she cradled her head in the crook of her elbow.

“Leave my panties on,” she told him. “Fuck me with the panties on.”

“My pleasure,” he told her. He slapped her ass, seeing his handprint in the dim light.

“Oh,” she groaned and wiggled her ass. “Again.”

So he slapped again. She gave a longer moan. “Harder,” she panted. “Please.”

Over and over he spanked her, each time letting part of the slap hit her quivering pussy. She was crying and moaning in pleasure, begging for more. He wondered how she would respond to Ash’s brand of spanking and suddenly realized he couldn’t wait to introduce them to each other.

“Now!” she gasped. “Fuck me now!”

He withdrew his hand and spread her thighs while holding her g-string to one side. He guided himself with his hand and, with one mighty push, thrust into her dripping pussy.

“Ah!” she screamed, and used her hands to rear back, impaling herself more onto his cock.

Inch by inch she slipped down until his balls slapped against her ass. He pulled back, not all the way out but far enough that he was able to ram forward. She grunted. Over and over he repeated, backward then forward, each thrust harder and wilder than the last. He grabbed her hips as he started to pound into her more hungrily.

“Yes!” she was crying out. “Fuck me! That’s it! Oh…oh!”

He felt her pussy convulse on his cock, clamping down on it like a vise. He leaned over her back, one hand grasping the back of her hair as the other hand reached to grab a breast. The position forced him to stay inside her, but he was still able to pump. Her walls now milked him, producing a suction-like feeling all on their own. It was too much—her heat, her body, all of it.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight!” he gasped, and felt his whole body tighten. And then he exploded. He felt stream after stream pulsating out, lasting for what felt like an eternity. Then he collapsed, utterly spent.

His heart thundered, and he didn’t know if he would ever be able to move again. He’d only felt like this with one other person, and that was Ash. He definitely couldn’t wait until he introduced Momo to him.

Using the last bit of his strength, he pulled out of her, and they both groaned at the delicious shivers of the aftermath. He pulled the condom off, noticing how full it was, and tied it off.

“The trash is on the side,” she murmured lazily.

He looked over the side and saw the bucket, tossing it carefully. Then he lay beside her, closing his eyes in exhaustion.

“Damn, girl,” he said with a smile.

“Get some rest, boy,” she countered. “We still have round two before morning.”

The low, insistent chatter of a cell phone ring roused him. He hunted for it, knowing it had to be nearby, before awareness sunk in. He opened his eyes and sat up, looking around the incredibly small bedroom. He traced the sound of the phone and found his pants, pulling the phone out.

He looked at the name. Ash.

“Hello?” he said. “What time is it?”

“Early. Where are you?”

“Huh?”

“You never made it back to the repository.”

“Oh, yeah. I met Momo.”

“Momo?”

“Yeah, wait till you meet her.”

There was a pause.

“You still there, Ash?”

“Yes. You spent the night…you’re still with her?”

“Yeah. You’re gonna love her.”

“And you want me to meet her?”

“Yeah, she’s great!”

Again, Ash remained silent. Keaton started to feel uncomfortable. “So,” he finally said, “why don’t I meet you at Jack’s?”

“Okay,” Ash said. “An hour.”

He hung up. Keaton looked at his phone, perplexed. That had sounded so unlike Ash. Usually he was lighthearted, but he had sounded so flat on the phone it disturbed him.

Momo opened the bedroom door as far as it would open and poked her head in. “I made some coffee,” she said with a small smile.

“Good morning,” he murmured, stretching. “What time is it?”

“Early.”

He grunted. “Do you have to work today?”

“I have the late shift tonight. Why?”

“That was Ash on the phone. I want you to meet him.”

“Really?’ she breathed. Her almond-shaped eyes squinted even more as she squealed a little. “Meeting Ash Lance? His melodies are amazing. I mean the arrangements are so unique. You and he make a great team.”

Keaton raised an eyebrow to that statement but decided to keep quiet. Keaton jumped into the shower and washed off the night before, but as he dried off, he realized he didn’t have a change of clothes.

He walked out of the tiny bathroom with a towel around his hips and his dark hair slicked back. Momo stood in the center of the room with a black T-shirt in one hand and black eyeliner in the other. She was dressed in another short skirt with socks pulled up to mid thigh and black clunker shoes. Her hair was parted down the middle, twisted up into two French braids. She left one long blue-streaked piece of hair to dangle on the side.

“I think you can fit into the T-shirt,” she murmured. “And if not at least I’ll get to ogle your pecs.”

* * * *

Keaton held her hand as they entered the diner. He spotted Ash in the back booth and headed toward him. He saw Ash acknowledge him as his gaze dropped to the hand holding Momo’s before sliding over to the girl behind him. He could tell something was bothering him, because all Ash did was turn his face away as he took another sip of coffee, refusing to meet his eyes.

Keaton slid into the booth, and Momo sat next to him. She was so excited she was fidgeting slightly, her leg bouncing a little next to his.

“Ash, this is Momo Willows. And this is Ashland Lance, guitar player extraordinaire and my best friend.”

“It’s so nice to meet you!” Momo gushed, holding out her hand. “Forgive me for sounding like a crushing schoolgirl, but the rift in ‘Space’ is amazing!”

Ash’s blond eyebrows shot up. “You’re a fan of Endymion?”

“I hang out a lot at The Black Tiger,” she said. “Usually I just go for the atmosphere, but about six months ago, I heard this band that just blew me away. The lyrics were killer and the rifts clever, so I went back the next Tuesday and the next and the next, and, well, you get the idea.”

She smiled, and her beautiful face lit up.

“You play the guitar?” Ash asked.

She shrugged. “Some. I’m better with the violin. My parents had this idea of me being a classical violinist, but I was a rebel.” She laughed.

The waitress walked over, and they quickly ordered breakfast. When she had collected the menus and left, Keaton leaned forward on the table. “She changed some of the notes in ‘Space’ and, man, wait till you hear it!”

Ash glanced from him to Momo and back. “Where did you meet her?”

Keaton settled back in his seat and slid his arm along the back of the bench. He saw Ash flip a quick look at it before looking away. Again, Keaton wondered why he was acting so weird.

“So last night I was walking, listening to our playback, and it’s cold as shit,” he explained. “I see a coffee house lit up, you know the one on Forty-first and Decker? Anyway, I decided to warm up a bit before heading back to the repository, but then in the back of the coffee house was a little stage. Momo was playing, and her voice is really fucking amazing. Wait till you hear her sing.”

“She sang ‘Space’?”

Keaton shook his head. “Not till after the little concert. We were sitting and talking about how I kept feeling that Endymion was lacking something, so she played the song but made some changes that I feel should be incorporated.”

“What’s the repository?”

“Oh, it’s what we jokingly call our place.”

“You two live together?”

“Yeah, down by the docks. We converted an old warehouse into a great apartment. The band practices there.”

“Cool.”

He dropped his hand on her shoulder and rubbed it a little, and he noticed Ash watching them, his eyes carefully blank. Usually he could read the other man easily, but this introduction wasn’t turning out how he’d anticipated.

He shot a glance at Momo, who was biting her lip.
So, she feels it, too
. He was generally perplexed at Ash’s cool attitude.

The food arrived, interrupting the suddenly tense atmosphere, and the next few minutes were all about eating. But the silence stretched, almost uncomfortably, and Keaton was damned if he knew what it was all about.

“So,” he murmured as they pushed plates away, “I thought I’d invite Momo to come to our practice session tomorrow. I thought she could give us a new perspective.”

He saw Ash’s jaw tighten. “Is that so? Well, no harm in that, is there?” He scooted out of the booth and dropped a twenty on the table. “Listen, gotta get to work. I’ll see you later.”

Ash left without a backward glance.

“I don’t think he likes me,” Momo said, a bit sadly.

“Nah, he’s just on his period. Don’t worry about him,” Keaton replied and drank the rest of his coffee. He scooped up Ash’s money and pulled out his wallet.

“Here, let me pay for mine,” Momo said.

He held up a hand. “I got it. Actually, Ash got most of it, but he should, being such a moody fuck today.”

Momo laughed and stood. She leaned down to kiss him, a lingering caress on his mouth. As she pulled back, she swiped her tongue over his lips. “When’s practice?”

“Tomorrow night, seven, at The Sound Booth. We rent a studio once a week for the acoustics and playback. Taylor and Mike think I’m nuts, but I just want our sound to be unique. So, I’ll see you there?”

She nodded. “You betcha!”

He watched her leave, and just before she ducked out of the door, she blew him a kiss.

Keaton paid the bill and left a tip for the waitress before heading outside. The air was cold, so he buried deeper into his leather jacket and headed home. Ash worked days at the local newspaper, working on the press machines. Every night he came home filthy dirty from the ink, but it was a normal daytime job that gave him the evenings free and enough money to live on.