Loving In Silver: Hot, Wild And Crazy Part 6

Sliding one hand beneath Maggie's hip, Max pulled her closer as he began rocking his hips against her, creating friction where his c.o.c.k was stroking her c.l.i.t. He wasn't going to last, but he didn't care as long she came before him. Maggie's pleasure was his entire focus. He was determined to give her as much pleasure as he could. Nuzzling against her neck, he could detect the change in her breathing. It was quickening, soft bursts of breath against his hot skin, as she got closer to the edge.

"Please, harder," Maggie moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Harder, faster."

Max chuckled and lifted his head to look down at Maggie. They grinned at one another as he began to ride her as hard and as fast as he could, her heels thumping against his a.s.s. His jaw clenched as she began to moan and cry out, challenging his control. Moments later her body was shuddering and twisting beneath his, a scream of ecstasy filling the air.

With his b.a.l.l.s pulling tight, Max chased Maggie's o.r.g.a.s.m with his own. His body arched and jerked as his b.a.l.l.s emptied, c.u.m pumping into her clenching v.a.g.i.n.a. Her body had his in the best kind of death grip. He tipped his forehead against hers, groaning again as muscles tightened around the throbbing length of his c.o.c.k.

"Like that, do you?" Maggie asked with a giggle, obviously doing some kind of muscle magic to continue the torment. Her green eyes were sparkling with mischief. He loved a playful lover.

Max growled and nipped her chin. "h.e.l.l, yeah! Feel free to do it every time."

He took a moment to reach between them. He withdrew slowly, reluctantly, but some things couldn't be ignored. Catching the top of the condom, he moved away and took care of business as discreetly as possible.

Then he was stretching out beside her, an arm over her waist to pull her close. "Hey, what's going on over there?" Maggie asked, pus.h.i.+ng up so she could see beyond him. "Well, that's interesting." She tipped her head to the side. Max looked over his shoulder to see Ethan nearly bent in half on another large chaise, Sean f.u.c.king him mercilessly. "f.u.c.k, if that isn't hot."

It was. Max had lost track of the pair. They had obviously decided to give him some "alone" time with Maggie. He appreciated it, but it wasn't necessary. If they were hoping to develop a menage relations.h.i.+p with her, they couldn't be hesitant about what would take place between the four of them. They should have made love right next to Maggie and him. Now that would have been hotter.

Going to a long couch loaded with pillows, Max grabbed a few of them. He took them back to where Maggie was still watching their lovers with a fascination which had him chuckling. Her eyes were wide and her mouth all but hung open. He placed the pillows behind her so she was able to relax as she watched Sean and Ethan together.

Maggie tipped her head back to smile up at him. When she reached out, he took her hand and let her pull him down so that he was on the couch in front of her. Max leaned back so that his head was resting against her shoulder.

"They're beautiful together," Maggie said softly as her hand stroked his shoulder. His c.o.c.k was perking up at the touch.

Well, Max thought with relief, that answered the question of how accepting she would be of bis.e.xual lovers. As they watched Ethan and Sean together, Maggie's hand began wandering over him. She slid her fingers through the hair on his chest. It wasn't long before she found a nipple. The tip of her finger circled around it until she was finally stroking the hardened nub. Max caught his breath when she gave it a small pinch.

Turning over, Max looked up at Maggie. She gave him one of her lovely smiles. It went right to his heart. Though he knew he wasn't in love with her yet, he realized it wouldn't be long until he was. As far as he was concerned, she was incredibly special. Everything about her called to something deep inside him. He could remember when they were in high school. He would watch for her in the halls, going from one cla.s.s to another. She would be walking with her friends, Bambi and Amanda. There always seemed to be a smile on her lips and a sparkle in her green eyes.

By the time Max had reached his soph.o.m.ore year in high school, he had known he was bis.e.xual. There had been some confusion before that, trying to figure out if he was straight or gay. After a time he had realized he was equally comfortable with men as he was with women and just went with it. He had never tortured himself with the knowledge of who he was. Having the support of his family and friends had gone a long way. No one ridiculed him. It was rare to run into a bigoted a.s.shole in Silver, though there were a few. The world wasn't perfect, after all.

Max had just as much of an attraction back then to Maggie and other girls, as he had for his two best friends. Though he hadn't even considered asking Maggie out, mainly because she was older and he was a dork, Max hadn't ever forgotten about her. Not even when he and his two best friends had finally become lovers their first year out of high school and had maintained a relations.h.i.+p since, even through college.

Now there was a chance that Max would have them, as well as Maggie, the woman of his dreams. He couldn't say he had been dreaming of her every night for the past fifteen or so years. But having a chance with her now was bringing together the different pieces of his dreams, helping him get closer to making his life complete.

When Maggie's fingers began sliding through the hair covering his abs, Max's c.o.c.k decided to meet her halfway, lengthening and thickening. She tugged at the hair trapped between her fingers. She was still smiling and he lifted a hand to touch her cheek, his fingers gliding along her jaw to her chin.

"I like it when you smile," Max told her. He sounded like a dork he was, but he didn't care.

Maggie laughed and dipped her head to press a kiss on his lips. Her hair fell to form a curtain around his head. Taking a fistful, he held her hair, keeping her in place as he opened his mouth, letting her explore to her heart's content. It was a long, lingering kiss. It grew hotter, more pa.s.sionate, the longer it went on. Max moaned, releasing her hair to wind his arms around her. He held her close for a moment before he put his hands on her waist, lifting her so that he could admire her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Pale pink nipples were puckered and begging for his attention. Lowering Maggie slightly, Max took one into his mouth and began suckling it.

"Oh, that's so nice!" Maggie moaned, squirming around even as she pressed closer to him. She slid a leg over his body, straddling him, her hands now braced on his chest. "You need to get a raincoat on this bad boy of yours. I want to go for a ride."

Max was all for that. He let her nipple slip from his mouth. He looked to where his partners were now cuddling. Somehow he had completely forgotten about them. "Hey, get a condom over here."

A few seconds later Ethan and Sean were on the lounger with them. Sean was laughing while Ethan moved in on Maggie, his mouth nuzzling her ear.

Without warning, Maggie was crawling off of Max and the lounger. "Hold that thought," she said, rus.h.i.+ng out of the room. "I'll be back in a few."

"What the h.e.l.l?" Sean asked as they stared after her.

Max sat up and swung his legs over the edge, planting his feet on the cool stone floor before standing. "We might as well use this unscheduled break." He chuckled, wondering what Maggie was up to. "E, why don't you get those things we got for Maggie? Sean, you're in charge of the wine and cheese tray. I'll finish getting the fire going."

When they had finished arranging the furniture closer to the fire, taking advantage of the luxurious lanai, and gathering the "gifts" and the wine and cheese plate, they wondered what was keeping Maggie.

"Why don't you go check to see if she's okay? Maybe she's sick," E suggested, frowning. "Ow! d.a.m.n, don't be smacking me."

Sean shooed their lover away when Ethan reached again for the cheese tray, trying to grab a grape. "Then stop picking at it. Pour some wine. That'll keep you busy."

"I think we should grill those steaks."

Max chuckled and shook his head. "We just ate. You can't be hungry already." Of all of them, Ethan had the biggest appet.i.te. But he was worried that maybe Maggie wasn't feeling well. "I'll go check to see if she's okay."

Max was relieved to find Maggie looking quite healthy. She was in the huge bedroom, wrapped in a towel, and belly-down on the bed with her cell phone to her ear. There was a huge smile on her face and it didn't take him long to guess that she was speaking with one of her children.

"Mama is having a very nice vacation," she told the child on the other end of the conversation. "I had steak for supper and a big baked potato." She paused. "Dessert? Yes, we had the cheesecake you helped make. Everyone loved it and I remembered the whipped cream." She paused again and looked up at Max, another smile sent his way. "You be good for Grandma and Grandpa when you go to the swimming pool tomorrow. They're really, really old and can't be chasing three rowdy kids around." She laughed. "Now, you and your brothers need to go to bed. Love you lots and I'll see you Sunday." A moment later she was putting the phone on the bedside table. "Sorry about that. I forgot to call the kiddos before they went to bed. The problem is, they won't go to bed until they talk to me." She shook her head as she walked up to Max and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Now, where were we?"

Bending, Max kissed the tip of her nose. He loved her freckles and he had been pleased to discover that they could be found anywhere on her luscious body.

"What's that about your parents being really, really old? I wouldn't think they were much out of their fifties."

A giggle escaped her as she grinned up at him. Max loved the sound. "They're both in their fifties. But Emily will pa.s.s along the comment about them being really, really old. And she'll keep reminding my mom and dad that they're too old to chase three rowdy kids around. My kids are usually very well behaved."

Laughing, Max ushered Maggie out of the bedroom and through the house until they were back outside with their lovers. "I imagine there will be some payback for that comment."

"Yes. Of course there will be. I look forward to it." She looked around, seeing how they had changed things up and how they now had a cozy love nest in front of the large fireplace. "Oh, I would kill for a smaller version of this when I add on to the house." Max handed her a gla.s.s of wine after she stretched out on the oversized chaise, where Sean and Ethan were once again entertaining themselves. They were wrestling around and kissing pa.s.sionately. "I love to see men kiss. I don't know why." She glanced at Max and wiggled her eyebrows. "It's just s.e.xy as h.e.l.l. Don't you and I have something to finish?"

She winked and leaned back against the cus.h.i.+ons, showing off her curves, the creamy, freckle-covered skin he wanted to explore, completely confident in her body's allure. Max's gaze swept over her, from her slender feet to the ma.s.s of gorgeous dark red curls. There wasn't an inch of her that he didn't find beautiful.

"We'll get to that. If Sean and E can stop sucking each other's faces, we have a few things for you."

Maggie squealed and jumped up again. "I'll be right back!"

Shaking his head, Max laughed. Sean and E and jumped apart in surprise and were staring questioningly at him. He shrugged. "I have no clue. What did you do with all the things we got her?"

"I left the bags over there by the door." Ethan got up and went for the bags. When he came back, he took everything out and placed them on the table. "She's going to love this stuff."

Stuff about covered it. It was eclectic a.s.sortment of gifts. Max had no clue how Maggie would react, but since they'd only had fun and light-heartedness in mind when they had chosen the gifts, he was sure she would like everything. When Maggie returned with three small wrapped boxes in her hands, he chuckled. One of the boxes was pressed into his hand before she gave Sean and Ethan theirs. Then she was waiting, an eager expression on her beautiful face.

"Well, open them!" she said encouragingly, smiling and wiggling her fingers.

Max gave her a smile in return as he examined the beautifully wrapped package, with its big, fancy bow. The paper had black and silver stripes. The bow was black. "It's almost too pretty to open."

When the slender fingers wiggled again and Maggie began bouncing on her toes, which made her lush b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounce, Max decided to draw out the antic.i.p.ation. Glancing from the ribbon to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he was able to achieve maximum results as he searched for the end of the ribbon. He searched, b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounced. E and Sean were close by, also searching. They then made a big production of not ripping the paper. Max grinned when he heard Maggie making a sound of frustration. When the paper was nearly off Maggie reached for the box in his hands, though she stopped short of actually taking it. He laughed outright at that, as did E and Sean.

"Problem?" Max asked, finally peeling the paper away and dropping it carelessly to the floor.

Maggie squealed in frustration. "Just open the d.a.m.n boxes!"

Reaching for her, Max pulled her into his arms, hugging her tight as he flipped the lid off the box with his thumb. They stared at the contents together. "f.u.c.k, if that isn't one beautiful knife."

"d.a.m.n, Maggie, you know how to turn a guy on," Ethan said as he took his knife out of the box and examined it from every possible angle.

"Do you like them?" she asked anxiously, bouncing again. Max didn't mind. Her right b.o.o.b was sliding up and down his ribcage. "The moment I saw them, I had to get them for you guys."

"They're perfect, Maggie. Thank you," Sean told her. Max saw the grin that spread across Sean's face. There was a glint in Sean's blue eyes that was a promise of things to come. "Now we have to thank you for your gifts to us."

Playfulness seemed to be Maggie's middle name. Sean took one step toward her and she was breaking free of Max's light hold on her, running off, dodging furniture, and heading outside onto the dark paths weaving around the cabin. They grinned at one another, dropped the knives on the chaise, and went after her, hard d.i.c.ks leading the way.

With the three of them searching, it didn't take long to find the mischievous Maggie. She took on the role of wood sprite as she hid among the trees and the carefully chosen plants placed beneath them. Once she realized she had been discovered, Maggie bolted, leaping over ferns, her long limbs a flash of white as she ran down the path, her laughter a song in the night air.

Max thought he was going to come just from the chase. His b.a.l.l.s were tight to his body and he could feel drops of pre-c.u.m leaking and splattering on his thighs. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so turned on, and that was saying something. He was always driven mad by desire when with E and Sean. They never failed to make him feel as though he was the center of their universe, a feeling that was mutual. They loved and desired one another without boundaries. Now they were drawn to Maggie, trying to bring her into their lives, to fill in a piece that they hadn't known was missing.

This hot, wild, and crazy l.u.s.t they were feeling at the moment was only part of what Max felt for Maggie. It was a good thing, but it wasn't everything. He was certain he was beginning to fall in love with her. She was everything he could want in a woman and he hoped that he, as well as Ethan and Sean, were what she would want in her men. He knew he wanted a future with her. If his partners didn't, it would come as a shock. They were very attuned to one another's wants, needs, and desires.

Ethan raced past Max at the last moment, just as they had circled around the cabin's grounds for a second time, following a different path to the rear patio area. Maggie had gone back into the lanai and was on the chaise and laughing as the light from the fire danced over her creamy skin. Ethan was on her in a heartbeat, growling and nibbling on her neck as he pinned her to the cus.h.i.+ons.

Max didn't waste any time in giving E a condom. Max tore the foil on another, tossing it aside as he rolled the condom down the length of his aching c.o.c.k. He felt like a h.o.r.n.y teenager again. He couldn't get enough of her. "Ride him," Max told Maggie. "And while you do, I'm planning on f.u.c.king your tight, virgin a.s.shole."

The look Maggie threw him, along with a smug grin, set fire to Max's blood. "And what will Sean be doing?"

"He'll be feeding you his c.o.c.k. You'll be f.u.c.king and sucking the three of us at the same time. Any objections?"

Dark auburn curls danced as Maggie shook her head. Green eyes sparkled with excitement. "Not a one. Now, let's see if you three can handle one woman?"

It was a challenge, a playful hit to their collective manhood. Max smiled and went for the tube of lube they had tucked away. As he turned back he saw Maggie straddling E's muscled thighs and crawling up his body and into position. Max and Sean watched as she took Ethan's c.o.c.k into her hand and guided it to her p.u.s.s.y. The swollen lips of her s.e.x parted as the engorged red head pushed between them, disappearing into the hot, glistening flesh. Max took position behind her, straddling Ethan's legs, while Sean kneeled beside their lovers' heads. Maggie didn't waste time. She took the purplish crown of Sean's c.o.c.k into her mouth, sucking him deep.

"Get busy," Sean growled to Max, and then laughed. "I won't last long."

Max blinked and focused on what his part in their love making would be. He poured a generous amount of lube on his fingers before he added more to Maggie's tight, pink rosette. She pushed back as he rimmed it for a moment, teasing her, before pressing a finger into her dark channel.

The moans from Max's lovers were growing louder, were more drawn out, and were definitely pus.h.i.+ng him closer to the edge. His b.a.l.l.s were so tight he was finding it painful. Adding a second finger, he scissored them as gently as he could while still accomplis.h.i.+ng what he needed to do. Maggie had told them that she had never had a.n.a.l s.e.x and he wanted to be certain it was a pleasant experience and not one she would regret. Later, if she wanted a bit of pain or a little rougher, they could work on that. He added a third finger, and then a fourth, before withdrawing them and adding more lube. Then he was lining up the head of his c.o.c.k with the twitching opening.

The heat and the tightness of Maggie's body around his c.o.c.k tested his control. His gaze was fixed to where their bodies were joined. He watched as his flesh pushed in. He heard her swift intake of breath and stilled, giving her time to adjust. When Maggie relaxed, Max moved, pus.h.i.+ng in further. With Ethan buried in her p.u.s.s.y, it was a tight fit. He could feel the man's c.o.c.k through the membranes separating them. Excitement raced over his skin like a current of electricity. Max's body shook with the restraint he had placed upon himself.

Inch by inch, Max worked his way into Maggie's body. She pushed back, encouraging him. Once he bottomed out he took a moment to stroke the mounds of her beautiful a.s.s. Her skin was like silk beneath his palms. He wished they weren't callused, but she didn't seem to mind the way their working hands felt upon her body. If anything, she enjoyed every touch, every caress, no matter how rough the calluses were against her skin.

As Maggie rode his c.o.c.k and Ethan's, her mouth was being f.u.c.ked by Sean's. It was a very erotic sight, one Max was enjoying immensely. Skin slapped against skin. Pa.s.sionate moans filled the air. His fingers gripped her flesh as he began f.u.c.king her hard and fast, her dark channel clinging to his c.o.c.k in a way which was driving him mad, the pleasure was so intense.

Max was driven closer to the edge, until he was teetering there, when Sean came with a loud shout. Max watched as Maggie sucked their lover's c.o.c.k, c.u.m pumping into her mouth. Ethan began bucking beneath Maggie as he came. Max could feel the hardening of the other man's c.o.c.k against his. His body jerked as pleasure hit him with incredible force, fire flas.h.i.+ng through his veins like a wildfire.

He had never felt anything like it. Well, he had, with Sean and Ethan, but never with a woman. To him it meant he had found something special, another to share a perfect pa.s.sion with.

Weakened, his limbs trembling, Max moved carefully, aware of the many limbs he needed to avoid as he left his lovers, leaving them laughing and playing in their afterglow. He went through the house to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom. He disposed of the condom and went to turn on the shower. A minute later he was stepping into the center of a dozen spray jets, groaning at the impact of the water on his hot skin.

He jumped in surprise when the door opened and three people pushed in. There was a lot of laughter, Maggie giggling as she moved into the center. Evidently playtime was far from over. They scrubbed themselves and one another, sharing wet kisses and naughty hands in private places.

Though Max had shared many wonderful years with Sean and Ethan, Maggie brought something new to their relations.h.i.+p. It wasn't just the hot s.e.x. It wasn't that she was one very delicious, s.e.xually adventurous female. It was because she was bright, vibrant, and so full of life that it surrounded everyone around her.

With their skin still tingling from being rubbed vigorously with warmed towels, they fell into bed, pleasantly exhausted. Ethan fed Maggie a couple of chocolate-covered strawberries and tipped a gla.s.s of champagne to her pa.s.sion-plumped lips.

The flames licked over the logs in the fireplace opposite the bed. They talked, they whispered, and they laughed a lot. It felt good and right. Though he didn't want to look at their time together as a tryout, Max believed that so far, Maggie was the perfect woman for them.

Chapter Eight.

Maggie hid her smile as her three little workers made trip after trip from the workshop where she made her pottery, to the large van she had borrowed from a friend. She had purposely packed two sets of sugar bowls and creamers in each box, making it easier for her children to help. There were eighteen boxes and she made a point of checking each box off the list as they placed them into the back of the van. Her worked would be inspected. The list was another thing she had created. They liked to look it over when they were finished. They were very serious about their work.

Next were the cups and saucers, again packed so the boxes weren't overly heavy. After that, Maggie took over. She packed the plates, bowls, and pitchers, holding her breath that everything would fit in the rear of the van, leaving room for her children up front, on the second seat. She didn't want to make two trips that day.

But everything fit and they were soon on their way. The drive to town was a leisurely one. Maggie felt good about finally finis.h.i.+ng the orders for two gift shops in town. There were also several pieces to take to the art gallery. Marley, the gallery's owner, had been pestering her for months to bring more of the larger pieces of pottery to sell. The wealthy residents and tourists s.n.a.t.c.hed them up almost as soon as they were displayed. Since she either made one-of-a-kind pieces, or very limited quant.i.ties of a design, her pottery had become quite collectable. She had a vibrant, quirky style which seemed to appeal to people. Flowers were a main theme, although she did enjoy splashes of color.

"Mama, I'm melting," Emily told Maggie as they finished carrying the last of the boxes into the gift shop. "It's soooooo hot!"

Samuel and Brant nodded. "Yes, Mama," Samuel agreed. "It's very hot."

Her lips twitched, but she bit back the grin that wanted to spread across her face. Though she wouldn't describe her kids as sneaky, they did have their moments. She hadn't missed them putting their swim suits in the van. What they didn't know was that she had tucked her own in the large bag she carried. She could be sneaky, too.

"Well, what do you propose we do about that?"

The toe of Emily's shoe moved back and forth on the concrete as she seemed to give it some thought. After a moment her eyebrows went up, she smiled, and gave Maggie her best ingenuous expression. "We could go swimming."

Brant and Samuel nodded vigorously. "Swimming would be fun, Mama," Brant told her eagerly.

"But we didn't bring our suits. We can't go swimming in our clothes. It's against the rules."

"Uh." The three looked at one another. More than one looked guilty. "We brought our suits," Samuel confessed, looking sheepish.

Maggie laughed. "Well, isn't that just the best luck? You thought of everything, didn't you? Hop in. We'll go to the pool." There were fist pumps and giggles as they began jumping around with excitement.

They climbed into their car seats and she strapped them in. "But you don't have your swimming suit, Mama!"

"Don't worry. I thought of everything, too." She winked and closed the door.

Two hours later, they were finis.h.i.+ng their day out by going for ribs at the Silver Pig Bar and Grill. It really was too hot to go home to cook. The swim had been refres.h.i.+ng and Maggie wasn't about to ruin the sensation.

When they walked into the crowded restaurant, she wasn't surprised to see that they would have to wait in line. The food was great. Her lips twitched when she heard the exaggerated sighs from her children.

"The line's too long," Samuel complained. "My tummy's grumbly."

"You have to learn to wait your turn," she told the three gently. "We'll only have to wait a few minutes. You'll see."

There was some fidgeting, but again they proved that they were maturing. Gone were the days of vocal protests, stomping feet, and pouting...for the most part. When they were led to a large, round table in the corner, the three climbed onto the seats and opened the children's menus they were handed. Maggie ordered four lemonades and opened her own menu. She was starving and the smells permeating the place was making her stomach growl.