Lust on Camera: A MMF Bisexual Romance (No Holds Barred Book 2) Read online

  LUST ON CAMERA

  NO HOLDS BARRED, BOOK 2

  SIENNA MATTHEWS

  MADISON BLAKE

  Copyright September 2017 Sienna Matthews, Madison Blake

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  Published by Chained Hearts Publishing

  This ebook is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  About the Authors

  Sienna Matthews is a bespectacled, mild-mannered office employee by day and turns into a mad, raving writer at night and during weekends. She writes sexy and scorching contemporary romance, sometimes with a hint of the paranormal. The only thing that can be heard from her are the tap, tap, tap of her keyboard. She doesn’t need food or sleep as she follows the calling of her muse.

  Website: http://www.siennamatthews.com/

  Email: SiennaMMatthews @ gmail.com

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  Madison Blake is a firm believer in love and happy endings. That’s why she loves stories wherein the characters go through adversities to emerge victorious in the end. Holding a day job means that she doesn’t get much time to write, so Madison tries to cram her free time with as much writing as she can. Even so, she would make time to read her favorite genre (romance), especially when she’s experiencing writer’s block. She loves to read and write about strong heroines, and she’s on the eternal quest for the powerful, attractive, mysterious, yummy hero, the kind of man who’ll make you sigh and say, “He’s the one.”

  About the Book

  Lindsey Palmer is ecstatic when husband Brent finally agrees to open their relationship to another man—his best friend, Rory Chandler. However, Brent has a secret he’s keeping from his wife, a secret that could complicate everything, maybe even devastate their marriage. Not to mention his real reason for the upcoming threesome…

  Secrets abound in this relationship that’s an explosion waiting to happen. Meanwhile, Rory struggles with his tragic past and the uncertainty of adding another dimension to his friendship with the couple. He determines to move the pace of their new relationship according to his own terms (read: slow), but all things came to a head when desire and lust collide in front of the camera…

  Lust on Camera is a sexy and hot bisexual ménage romance with explicit MM, MFM and MMF scenes among best friends. There’s also some voyeurism, public sex exhibition, and a guaranteed HEA ending! Though it’s the second in the series, it can be read as a standalone.

  26,885 words

  Titles by Sienna Matthews

  Series: No Holds Barred (with Madison Blake)

  Book 1: Tempting Their Best Friend

  Book 2: Lust on Camera

  Book 3: Sex Symphony - coming October/November 2017

  Book 4: Hearts on the Line - coming November/December 2017

  Series: Threesome

  Book 1: Threesome Interlude

  Book 2: Threesome Play

  Book 3: Threesome Bonds

  Series: Men of Fortune

  Book 1: Derek

  Standalone Titles:

  Wedding Party of Three

  Secret of the Wolf

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Jell-O: Kraft Foods Holdings, Inc.

  Table of Contents

  Contents

  About the Authors

  About the Book

  Titles by Sienna Matthews

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter One

  “Fuck me. Fuck me good. Now, now…please…”

  Lindsey didn’t care that she was asking—no, begging—the man with the stern, unyielding face to fuck her. For what seemed like an inordinately long time, he had done everything he could to raise her senses to fever-pitch excitement, sucking and nibbling on her most sensitive parts, allowing her to hover at the brink of the chasm of ecstasy but pulling back just as she was about to soar. At this moment, he was on his knees between her outstretched legs, his hands lifting her hips up so that he could bury his face in her pussy, his pointed tongue stabbing into her cunt.

  She writhed and rolled her hips on the bed, she pulled at his thick, black hair, beat her heels weakly at his back but sadly, all to no avail. She couldn’t stand this anymore, the pressure in her belly was too tight, too tense…and she was close…very close…

  “Fuck me, damn you!”

  He raised his head and grinned. Oh, finally—finally—he was grinning, which meant he was ready to give in to her demands. She knew him well, this man, and he never failed to excite her. Just one touch of his hand or one look at him was enough to send her blood pressure soaring. Now the sight of his cream-covered face sent an erotic thrill through her that had her shuddering.

  “I love your dirty mouth, sweetie.”

  “Much…as I also…love your mouth…on my pussy,” she huffed, “I want your cock more.”

  She was still in the throes of her mini-orgasm when he plunged his full seven inches into her. She knew he measured exactly seven inches when erect, because they had measured him once, amid much giggling and laughter, before he rolled her onto her back and let her feel just what exactly seven rigid inches could do.

  Like what he was doing now.

  Where she was once empty, now she was full and her pussy clamped around his cock, held him in a merciless grip that wouldn’t let go. Sweat dripped from his brow as he strained with the effort to move in her. She was slick and wet, her cream gushing out from her channel but she was holding him so tightly he could only shift infinitesimally in her. Even the slightest movement made her want to let go and reach for the ecstasy she knew was just around the corner.

  But she looked up into his beloved face just then and she knew she couldn’t leave him behind. Clinging firmly to her control, she forced herself to relax a bit, enough for him to slip into the fast, hard rhythm he’d been preparing them for. He pounded into her and his groin slammed into her clit, triggering insidious swirls of impending rapture. She wanted to meet him stroke for stroke but she knew that would shatter her control completely, so she just wrapped her legs around him and hung on for the ride. Her fingers dug into the mattress and clutched the bed sheets with a death grip.

  The sounds of sex surrounded her. The creaking bedsprings, the banging of the headboard against the wall—damn, she thought she had already moved the bed far enough from the wall—the wet, slurping sounds that their combined fluids made as he drove into her and their moans and groans and rapid breathing. She couldn’t think, was past thinking and all her concentration was focused on that hard cock thrusting in and out of her. Her belly ached with tension. It wouldn’t be long now…

  “Brent…” she managed to gasp out. “I’m gonna come… Can’t…hold on…”

  His only answer was to grip her hips and move even faster, pistoning in and out of her in a blur of movemen
t. The pressure escalated, spiraled to its peak and shattered, wringing out a cry of intense pleasure from her throat as wave after wave of rapture washed over her. Brent thrust into her twice more and he erupted, his cum shooting into her.

  He collapsed on top of her, panting.

  The poor dear. He exerted so much effort, denying them both immediate gratification to heighten the anticipation and make the eventual orgasm more pleasurable and more satisfying. Truly, the best lover a woman could have. How fortunate she was that he was her husband too and at the disposal of her insatiable appetite anytime she desired. A feline smirk lingered on her lips.

  He rolled off to lie beside her and, as though he couldn’t bear to be away from her for long, he gathered her into his arms. Lindsey loved these times of silent togetherness and she believed their souls communed as their bodies cooled.

  “Honey, how would you like to fulfill your deepest, most secret, most wicked fantasy?”

  On hearing this, though languor was stealing into her bones, Lindsey jerked to a sitting position, her eyes alight with excitement. “Threesome?”

  Brent laughed. “I guess that answers my question. To answer yours, yes.”

  Though she wanted to know who, she asked “why” instead. “I mean, why now, at this time? I told you my fantasy about…five years ago, I think, soon after our marriage.”

  Brent had opened up the topic, and Lindsey had shared her own version of a threesome. Brent’s had involved two women, while Lindsey’s two men. Though she had been open to the idea of another woman joining their marriage bed once in a while, Brent had never acted on it. And now, he wanted to fulfill hers?

  “Because it’s time,” he answered simply, running his hand up and down her arm. “Because I wasn’t ready then but I am now.”

  Her heart melted; there was a ring of truth in that statement. “Oh, Brent.” She bent and sealed her lips to his in a tender kiss that soon burned the air between them. Their kiss wild and passionate, their bodies strained against one another as they devoured each other, as though they hadn’t just had sex.

  Sex had always been good for them and it was going to get even better.

  Yet, she sensed something more, something Brent wasn’t telling her. Five years of marriage had honed her “spidey” sense where her husband was concerned. Or perhaps, it was just that she knew him better now.

  “Are you sure?” she asked once they broke apart.

  A quizzical expression entered his face, his gray eyes puzzled. “Didn’t I bring the topic up tonight? I wouldn’t if I still have reservations.”

  She let it go. Brent would tell her—or she’d discover it herself—when the time came. She snuggled against him in contentment. “Who?”

  Because she was plastered against him, she noted the sudden tension that pervaded his body. Which was forgotten on the heels of his revelation.

  “I thought…Rory.” Before she could get over her stunned surprise at the answer, he asked anxiously, “Do you mind that he’s my best friend, sweetie? He’s the only man that I’d trust with my life and you. I still remember how dewy-eyed you got when I introduced the two of you six years ago, that’s why I thought he’d be appropriate. You still got that crush on him?”

  Tonight was evidently a night of surprises, because Lindsey felt she’d been punched in the chest again. She thought she’d hidden her attraction to Rory quite well but it seemed she’d underestimated Brent’s eagle eyes. She lifted her head and stared at him, wide-eyed. “You’re not jealous?”

  A burst of laughter escaped him. “Why should I? I remember you couldn’t keep your beautiful green eyes off me too. Oh, and your hands were always all over my body. Then, you married me, didn’t you?”

  “Hmmm.” She made silly faces at him but what he’d said was true. Though Rory had caught her eye with his all-American good looks and hot body, his disinterest had turned her off and enabled her to maintain a platonic friendship with him. She remembered the glacial chill in his blue eyes that first time he’d looked at her, a cold front that had cooled her attraction. Over the years, this chill had thawed and the warmth of their friendship now filled his eyes. Due to the frequency of their interactions, he was also more at ease with her and treated her with the same teasing affection that he showered on Brent. Speaking of which… “Brent, you’re forgetting something. Rory’s not interested in women!”

  “Oh God, you caught on to his secret. Sorry to get the signals crossed, sweetie, but the reason I’m inviting Rory to our bed is for me.” All this while, he’d been looking everywhere but at her and the moment he took one glance at her, he burst out into gales of laughter. “Gotcha.”

  She knew the flabbergasted expression was still on her face but he couldn’t know that his words had evoked an image of him and his best friend kissing and heaven help her, she was aroused by the picture. True, she secretly loved reading male-male erotic romances—even Brent didn’t know that she thought there was just something so sexy about the images of two male bodies coming together in love—but the male bodies in her imagination never had faces before.

  Meanwhile, it amused her husband no end that he could bowl her over like this.

  “Very funny, Brent.” She tweaked his nose. “But surely, you’ve noticed that Rory hardly ever dates. In fact, you once said that he took over some of your work so that you’d have more time to spend with me.”

  “Yes, and I’m very grateful to him.” He assumed a thoughtful frown. “Look, something’s happened in Rory’s past that I’m not at liberty to mention, because he forbade me ever to speak of it again and it happened before I met you. But I can assure you that Rory’s very heterosexual and in his day, he was the ultimate playboy.”

  “As you were, I’m sure,” she teased him. Nevertheless, the little bit that Brent had dropped about Rory piqued her interest. Aside from being a very good friend to them both, Rory was an intensely private man and she was sure he had layers he hadn’t revealed, though Brent should know some of them, since they’d been friends since they were in third grade.

  He quirked a brow. “So, he meet with your approval?”

  Lindsey gnawed on her lips. “Are you sure?”

  “I’m beginning to think you don’t want this.” Brent frowned.

  “I want, I want,” she corrected hastily. “It’s just… your friendship—our friendship—with Rory. In case he rejected your plan or the threesome was a disaster, what will happen to our friendship? I don’t want to lose Rory, not over something like this. He’s family!”

  And for two orphans like them with no siblings, a very good friend like Rory was all the family they had. Aside from each other, that is.

  Brent hesitated, something she couldn’t identify crossed his attractive face, and then his features became set with resolve. He picked up her hand and kissed her palm. “I happen to believe our friendship is more resilient than that. Would you like to take a bet on it?”

  Lindsey stared at him for some time before she finally sighed. “I’ll concentrate on praying our friendship will survive this. When are you going to tell him?”

  “As soon as possible. Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll be thinking about the threesome every minute and I don’t want you to go crazy,” he teased back.

  “It’s your fault. You opened Pandora’s box,” she retorted, eyes laughing up at him. How well he knew her.

  He rolled them until she was beneath him. He caressed her lips with his thumb. “I must admit I’m looking forward to watching another man make love to you. There’s something about the image that excites me, you know?”

  “So you plan to be a spectator only?”

  “Of course not.” He appeared shocked at her question. “How could I fulfill your fantasy if I keep myself out of it? No, no, I plan to participate fully.”

  She grinned. “You’ll call me with the news?”

  “As soon as I have his answer.”

  “Do you think Rory will agree?”

  Brent shrugged. “We’ll kno
w soon enough. And now, madam wife, let’s stop talking.” He nudged her suggestively. “I have a more fascinating use for your mouth.”

  *

  The next day in the office, Brent was puzzling over past analytics figures for the men’s shampoo category. The numbers didn’t seem to add up, and he needed to understand them to be able to explain the current quarter’s figures. The problem was that the person who did last year’s analysis had resigned without doing a proper documentation of his work. He’d already wasted five hours on this, and the low buzz of conversation among his colleagues didn’t help with his concentration.

  “…you know Ian Markham from IT?” This from Wendy, their office gossip, a senior clerk whose cubicle was right behind his.

  “Yes. What about him?” Christine, who sat beside her, asked.

  “It turns out he’s gay!”

  A gasp of shock. Then, “Poor guy…”

  “Yeah,” Wendy chimed in. “I’m sure he’ll be made to go the moment Mr. Mathison finds out…”

  Damn. How could he concentrate with all this noise? Much as he sympathized with Ian, he couldn’t do anything about the corporate culture, which was dictated by the Chairman, Andrew Mathison, whose strong authoritative presence and iron will commanded the other shareholders to fall in line or be cut off. Of course, holding 51% of the company shares didn’t hurt. Being a family-owned enterprise, Mathison & York ostensibly held traditional family values, which meant all gay and lesbian employees weren’t welcome. There were discontented mutterings but none dared to speak out loud.

  Brent was about to pull his dark hair in frustration over the discrepancy in the figures when he remembered. Ah. Rory was the Marketing Brand Manager for the product for two years running, and he should be able to shed some light on this. Brent should talk to him…and maybe there’d be an opportunity for him to ask Rory about the threesome.

  Brent closed his eyes and pinched his nose. Lately, the oddest things about Rory tugged at him. Rory’s thumb caressing a folder, the shape of his mouth, even the mole hidden at the back of his ear. Brent understood women’s attraction to Rory in an objective way, ever since the time his friend hit puberty and his body filled out, but this was the first time Rory’s beauty affected him…and his cock.