Slade Novel – A couple wants another sensuous man to make their sandwich cream. “Adding a man to our bed for the night sated your cravings and kept the spark between us burning brightly.” When Slade, a member of the MC, walked through the door, we both wanted him. When Slade jacked off in his hotel room, he was thinking of both of them with him in the bed. The chick riding his face while the guy rode his shaft. Now here they are, standing in front of him looking like sin and freshly banged, he might add. Both of their cheeks have a red tint to them. Ida, whose name he just learned, looked like her hair was pulled back while Jase banged her from behind. Slade’s shaft pulses with need, so he reaches down to adjust the thick shaft. Both of them drop their gazes to watch him, and Slade sees them both lick their lips, no doubt thinking the same thing.
IDA “Yes. Take it, baby,” Jase growls from behind me. I’m leaning palms down on a table in his room while he pounds into me from behind. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the feel of his shaft in my vulva and his finger in my buttocks. He loves playing with my buttocks, always has. It’s our four-year anniversary, and he is treating me to a good, hard bang in the back of his tattoo shop. He knows that I love hard and fast, but I also love slow and sweet. Jase knows me inside and out, and me him. He is my everything. But I know he misses something extra. Jase is bisexual, and we have had threesomes during our relationship, but he has never wavered in his love for me. He has never been with anyone without me since we got together, and I love him even more for that, but I do sometimes see a little change in him after we’ve brought a random man into our bed for the night.
I can see him spacing out, still looking for a third person. If I’m being honest, I love seeing him with other men. I know most women wouldn’t, but I think watching two men together is hot, especially when it’s the man you love. “Oh, baby. You feel so good,” he grunts from behind me. My arms give out, my chest now pressed against his desk, and the items on the top begin jumping with each of his thrusts. Both of us are breathing pretty heavily from the fuckfest. It has always been like this between us—fast, almost animalistic. “Make me come, baby. I want to feel you swell inside of me,” I tell him, my voice hoarse from all the grunting and bearing down. His tattooed hands tighten on my hips, his breathing changing, and I know he is close.
“Finger that, Ida. I need you to come all over my fat shaft, baby. I’m about to nut.” Reaching down between my legs, I find my vulva throbbing and swollen. Moving further down, I spread my fingers so they go either side of his shaft as he slides it in and out of me, gathering some of my arousal. Jase groans at the slight touch, before I bring my fingers back to my vulva. My vulva twitches around him as I press down hard on the bundle of nerves, and Jase hisses. “Come now, Ida,” he commands. I do hard, tight, circular motions around my vulva, and I explode around him. With just three more thrusts, Jase comes, following me over the ecstasy edge. His fingers clamp down on my hips, his own hips pressed against my buttocks, as he empties his balls into me while he growls out my name, making me shiver in delight. We’re both breathing heavily and sweat covers our skin, yet I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. “I love you,” he mutters as he presses a peck to my back.
“Right back at ya, baby.” I smirk and push back against him, making him hiss. His shaft twitches inside of me, and I whimper at the sensation. My body is reacting to his just like it always does. No matter how many times he takes me, I still crave his body, his touch, and his love. Nothing will break Jase and I apart. Jase gently pulls out of me, his hands on my hips. He looks down, watching his shaft covered in my body as it slips from my body. How do I know he’s doing this? He always does. He likes it. For as long as we have been together, he has done it. He says he likes seeing our combined pleasure all over his shaft. “I need a nap after that,” I state, making him chuckle behind me. “Good to know I can still wear you out, babe.
Let me clean you up, and then you can go home and get some rest, because, baby, I plan on keeping you in our bed for the rest of the night.” “Promises, promises,” I snark off. Once Jase has cleaned me with baby wipes, I straighten up. I grab my dress and pull it over my head, letting it fall to the floor, sans any underwear. Thankfully, my boobs are small but perky, so I don’t always have to wear a bra. It’s freeing, plus Jase loves the easy access. “Oh, before I forget, my mom called. She wants us over for family night this week.” I sigh, taking in my man as he pulls his jeans up his legs, over his buttocks. It’s a shame to hide all that muscle. His arms are covered in random tattoos that have no rhyme or reason. He gets what he likes, adding to the sleeves he has. He also has a large tattoo on ribs and down his spine. The look he gives me is one that I feel deep down.
He doesn’t want to go, but he will for me, because like me, he tolerates my family. I’m Ida McDavid, daughter of Bruno and Annalee McDavid, the owners of McDavid Autos. The largest car sales manufacturer in the USA. They believe that money is power, and they have a load of it, so they can dictate and control people’s lives—all except mine. I’m the black sheep of the family, with my own tattoos and my tattooed boyfriend. They hate it, but I refuse to back down. I love being me. I am old enough to live my life how I please. My family are not the warm, loving family they let people think. They are cold, calculated and fake. Not once have my parents hugged me. Both my sisters and I were born for popularity among the high society people. When I turned eighteen, I left the house and started to live my life how I wanted, and it was amazing. Looking at Jase, it still is.
JASE Watching my girl in front of me, looking all flushed from we just did, I see the uncertainty in her eyes, and I hate it. Her parents are the type of people who should never have children. Ida’s family are rich bangs who believe everything is owed to them, even one of her sisters. I’m surprised that Ida turned out the way she did. They are all screwed up, bar Ida and the baby of the family, Edith. When I met Ida, she made my world tilt on its axis. My heart beat out of my chest trying to get to her. From that second on, I knew she had to be mine. Luckily for me, she felt the same way. While at the club in Miami that night, Ida McDavid became mine right down to her soul. However, even with the three years we have been together, something has always felt like it was missing in my soul, and she’s known it. When she told me we could bring another man into our bed, I was stunned, but I agreed because I need a good banging in the buttocks from time to time. It never went beyond a night.
Her hands come up to my chest, soothing over the black t-shirt I’m wearing, while she looks deep into my eyes. “I can tell them you have a booking, and I can go alone,” she tells me. I’m already shaking my head at her. “No, we’ll go together.” My arms go around her waist, pulling her to me, and my shaft takes notice of her lush curves against me. She always gets my blood pumping. “Are you sure? I know you hate going there to see them,” she whispers. “I do hate it, babe, but I can’t let you go there on your own. You know what they get like. At least with me there, they will rein some of their trash in.” She nods, going up on her tiptoes to peck me. I meet her halfway. The door opens to my room, and one of my artists, Vance, is standing there.
“Sorry to interrupt, but you have a customer who wants to speak to you.” “Thanks, man. We’re coming,” I tell him. “You was a second ago.” Ida winks and walks out of the room. My gaze drops to her buttocks as she sashays out through the door. I follow behind my woman, watching her buttocks as we go. We pass the people who work at my studio, all of them busy making designs come to life on skin, their permanent home. As I walk toward the front desk, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and my body starts to tingle. My fists clench at my sides. I’m not sure what this feeling is, until I look up and see the man Ida is talking to. It’s like I touched a live wire when I take him in, because my body buzzes.
He’s tall enough that he towers over Ida, but he matches my height of six-foot-three. He’s packed with muscles that are covered in intricate tattoos, so are his hands. The black t-shirt under his leather cut molds to his body, and his black jeans look faded from years of use. He looks good. His brown hair is slicked back—but not in that creepy way—with the sides shaved short. He also has a throat tattoo, and the need to peck and lick there builds inside of me. He leans on the desk, his hand touching Ida’s elbow while they talk, looking like a biker god. Ida is smiling at him, laughing at something he said, which makes him smile, and bang me, it’s like a sucker punch to the balls when he does. Not one man has ever made me feel like this; made my body react the way that it is right now. My shaft thickens seeing the smile on his face.
I’m surprised by the way Ida is reacting to him. Usually, she’s the more reserved of the two of us, but she’s looking free and comfortable around him. Time to see what all the fuss is about. As I walk toward them, he senses me approaching and looks up, bringing his gaze to mine. I swear to bang my heart stutters behind my ribcage. A smile slides across his face, his eyes eat me up, and I would love for him to swallow my shaft whole with those lips wrapped tightly around me. When I reach them, I touch Ida’s back, gaining her attention. She smiles up at me, and I see lust and desire in her eyes. It’s clear that this guy put it there. “Baby, this is Slade. Slade, this is my boyfriend, Jase. He is also the owner of the studio,” Ida introduces. “Nice to meet you.” “S’up, man,” I reply, forcing down the shiver that wracks my body from the deep sound of his voice.
“Jase, Slade is looking to add to his sleeve,” she says. I nod. “Nice. Do you have something in mind?” I go all business, even though I’m not feeling that trash on the inside. “Oh, I have plenty in mind.” He winks, and Ida giggles while I shake my head. “He’s a flirt, baby,” my girl says, and I smile down at her. “I can see that. Maybe he thinks he can get into your panties,” I smart off. Ida looks up at me, and I see her eyes darken with lust. Licking her lips, she looks between Slade and myself, as she leans into my body, giving me the hint that she likes him, for her and for me. We’re in sync when it comes to our intercourse lives. We are one, and we both know what we want. Apparently, we both want Slade.