Wicked Lust

by Sawyer Bennett

  "Get her naked," the man says in a rough voice full of so much command, I almost start to pull at my clothes to obey. But then hands are all over me... Cain to my front and the two men behind me, and I'm stripped quickly. The minute my underwear clear my legs, I have a sudden moment of panic caused by my nakedness in front of three strangers and Cain... a man I've only known a few days.

  "Cain," the large man says as he drops the rope to the ground without taking his eyes off me. "Make her come real quick... let's loosen her up a bit."

  I'm surprised when Cain doesn't question the man or hesitate, but instead drops to his knees in front of me, his hands coming up to stroke the outside of my legs. He looks up at me, his dark lashes framing his eyes, which are now luminescent with more green than brown. "I'm going to fuck you with my tongue, Sloane."

  My legs almost buckle under me just from the weight of pure sex in his tone, but I'm saved when the blond and dark-haired men behind me press in closer. I'm stunned when the blond curves his hands around me from behind, drags them down to my mound, and peels me apart right in front of Cain's eyes.

  Heat crawls across my face, down my neck and to my chest as I'm drowning in absolute embarrassment. This causes Cain to chuckle, his hands to slide higher to grip my ass, and I can feel his rumbling laugh when he presses his mouth to me. He goes in for the kill, and I'm not surprised. He's done it before, and the man is deadly with his tongue.

  The pleasure is exquisite, hitting me squarely between my legs, yet my entire body seems to be immersed in sensation. The blond man's hands are holding me for Cain's pleasure, the dark-haired man's go to my breasts, and the large man surprises me by pulling his t-shirt up and over his head, revealing a massive but sculpted chest tattooed with flying blackbirds up his ribs.

  I take all of that in quickly, then my eyes flutter closed because Cain is working his mouth hard between my legs and the decadent sinfulness of these last few moments is overwhelming to my senses. I feel an orgasm curl into a knot deep within me. Cain lashes at me hard and I break apart, letting out a long moan of relief as I climax.

  Cain pulls his face away from me, giving me a languid smile. I return it and have to restrain myself from reaching out to him in a show of gratitude and tenderness. For a brief moment, no one else is in the room with us. It's just him and me, sharing a moment that belongs to us alone. In this brief moment where everything else is excluded from my existence, I have almost an epiphany of sorts. That this... what we're getting ready to do... is going to change not only me, but also Cain as well. I can't tell you how or why I know this, but I can just sense that both of us are standing on a precipice, getting ready to take the jump, and we're either going to soar or plummet, but whichever way it is, it's going to be life-changing.

  "Goddamn, that was hot," the blond guy says, with his hands still between my legs. He tilts them inward, dragging his fingers through me, and I'm embarrassed again over how wet I am.

  Cain's brow furrows almost in confusion as our moment is shattered. The large man with the blackbird tattoos squats down, catching my attention. I watch as he picks the rope up from the ground, slides it through his hands, and stands back up straight again. Cain also stands up but takes a deferential step back as the big guy starts to circle me. I feel the blond and dark-haired guys' hands fall from me as they step back.

  The giant of a man circles around me, and I warily twist my head to watch his progress. My heart is pounding, partially fearful of this guy who looks like he could command legions of warriors and partly with exhilaration at what he could possibly do to me. My nipples harden in response to my thoughts. As he comes around to my front again, his gaze flicks down to them with a satisfied smirk on his face.

  As if he knows what I was thinking and was expecting my body's reaction.

  "Rand... tie her up and have at her," the man says suddenly, tossing the rope to the blond.

  At least I know his name now, and I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse.

  "My pleasure," I hear him say, and then my arms are being tied behind my back with the rope. It's soft feeling against my skin, except when he pulls it tight, then it a produces a sharp bite. I hold back a whimper because I know innately that these guys have been told to go easy on me, and I don't want to look like a wimp. I can handle this.

  My eyes flick to Cain, and he's watching with the focus of a hawk. I start to shoot him a smile but then a hand is on my head, fisting my hair into a stinging grip. The dark-haired guy comes to stand in front of me with a lecherous smile.

  The big man steps forward and brings a hand to my jaw, pressing in slightly at the hinges, causing my mouth to open. He bends, moves his face close to mine, and whispers, "I want you to suck Logan's dick. And make it good, okay?"

  My eyes flick to Logan and his smile actually warms. He gives me a conspiratorial wink. With Rand at my backside, seeming to wrap endless loops around my wrists, and the man I now know to be Logan holding my hair, I'm stunned when the big guy... whose name I don't know... gives me a sweet kiss on my cheek before letting my face go. He stuns me further when his hands go to Logan's jeans and he deftly pops the button, dragging the zipper down. I'm beyond shocked, and God help me turned on beyond measure, when he pushes Logan's jeans down just a bit and pulls his dick out, which is swollen with need.

  It's such an intimate act, completely kinky, and I can't help myself. I look to the big guy and blurt, "What's your name?"

  His eyes move from Logan's dick, which he casually starts stroking in his big hand, causing Logan to groan, and slide over to me slowly. His eyes squint in amusement, and he chuckles, "Bridger, darlin'. Nice to meet you."

  I smile at him, weirdly relieved to know his name. It makes him slightly less intimidating.

  Until he says, "Now get on your knees. You got four men who need servicing."

  Chapter 15

  Cain

  Something about Bridger's tone of voice catches me off guard. I'm achingly hard already just from stripping Sloane bare and watching her blush in front of three strangers while I ate her out. Watching Rand tie her hands up and Logan hold her hair got me even harder.

  But the way Bridger just spoke--or maybe it was the actual words used--get me on edge a bit. I don't want Sloane scared and while she's been daring so far, this is a huge fucking deal that she's doing this. People don't wake up one morning and think to themselves, Hey, I think I'll get fucked by four guys today.

  It just doesn't work that way, and she's dealing with enough of a shock that I sprung this on her.

  I did that with purpose, wanting to have her make a quick decision on whether to do this. I knew if I told her about it ahead of time, she would have probably talked herself to death on the pros and cons. No clue what her ultimate decision would have been, but tonight, she went with a gut instinct and that told her to go for it. This confirms my suspicion there's a whole lot of gumption deep in that girl, and I want to bring it out tonight.

  I just don't want her scared at the same time.

  Bridger turns, dips his hand into a bowl that rests on a small table, and pulls out a handful of condoms. He tosses each one of us a foiled packet. Logan uses his grip on Sloane's hair to push her to her knees. I note with relief that she goes willingly and with a spark of excitement in her eyes. He releases her briefly so he can get the rubber on.

  She waits patiently as Rand, Logan, and I open our pants and pull our cocks out. Her eyes flick back and forth between us, wide and blinking. God help me... she licks her lips once.

  Logan gets suited up first, and he wastes no time. His hand shoots out, gripping a fistful of Sloane's hair again at the back of her head. With his other hand on his cock, he pushes it toward her face. "Open up, baby."

  She does without hesitation, and I hold back a groan as I watch his dick disappear into her mouth. I know how good that mouth is. She's got a fucking phenomenal mouth now that I think about it and as her cheeks hollow inward to suck on Logan, I can't help but stroke my own aching dick.


  Rand drops to his knees behind Sloane, sticks both hands to the insides of her thighs, and urges her to spread her legs a bit. She does so awkwardly, not having much leverage with her hands tied behind her back and Logan's dick in her mouth. Rand rewards her by sliding two fingers inside of her, a move that causes her hips to buck, a lustful groan coming out of her mouth as Logan's cock slips free. Bridger laughs darkly.

  I take a few steps closer, my eyes flicking up to Bridger's. He gives me a look that says, We're just getting started, and that causes a thrill to race up my spine. I want this to be so good for Sloane, and I get what Bridger's doing now. He's starting out with a mind fuck, making her think this is all about the men in this room. Telling Sloane she's servicing us. He did it to throw her off kilter, take away any security I may have given her by telling her that we're going a bit easy. She doesn't know what to expect now, and that is purposeful on Bridger's part. He did it to flame her fears a bit, knowing it will magnify the sensual pleasure.

  Logan lets out a long groan as Sloane takes him extra deep. "Fuck, that's good."

  She responds and bobs on him faster.

  "Let her bend over, Logan," Rand says roughly as his fingers pump in and out of Sloane as she rotates her hips, seeking more. She needs fucked and right now.

  Logan pulls out of Sloane's mouth, drops to his knees, and then leans back so his ass rests on his heels. With both hands to Sloane's head, he pulls her back down on him so she's now taking him from a hovering position above his cock. This causes her back to go more perpendicular to the floor and her ass to tilt upward.

  "Perfect," Rand says gruffly as his fingers slide free. In one punch of his hips, he shoves his cock into her from behind.

  Sloane gives a startled groan and her eyes flutters shut in pleasure. Everyone stills... Rand lodged deep in her pussy, Sloane with just the tip of Logan's cock in her mouth, and Bridger and me watching to see what happens.

  It's Sloane who gets the action going again. Pulling forward a bit from Rand, she rotates her hips and pushes back, a silent plea for him to fuck her. She then starts bobbing up and down on Logan again, who brings his hands back to her head to help guide her. Rand starts pumping his hips in but goes at a leisurely pace, not wanting to knock her off the blow job game.

  Rand and Logan look at each other, a beautiful, naked woman stretched and bound in between them, one fucking her from behind, the other fucking her mouth. I find myself insanely jealous of them at this moment.

  "Give it to her deeper," Bridger says in a low voice. Every one of us except perhaps for Sloane knows that Bridger is talking to Logan. He's been studying Sloane's skills, and he thinks she has more in her.

  With his hands to Sloane's head, Logan lifts his hips up on a downward swing from her. It causes his dick to go deep, and she gags. He quickly pulls her head up and she gulps a lungful of air before he pushes her back down again. "That's it, sweet girl," Logan murmurs to her as she gags again when he hits her throat. "You like choking on my cock, don't you?"

  Logan pulls her up free again and I see Sloane's eyes water, not sure from the lack of oxygen or if she's scared, but either way, I don't give a fuck the cause, because it's going to stop.

  "Ease the fuck up, Logan," I growl as I take a step toward him.

  Rand pushes into her deep and goes still, interested to see what happens. Logan holds Sloane's face hovering over his dick and rather than answer to me, he turns to Bridger for direction. To my relief, he gives a short nod of affirmation.

  Logan turns to Sloane, gives her a soft smile, and then pulls up on her head a bit as he leans into her. He kisses her mouth gently and says, "Sorry, sweet girl. My bad."

  Sloane's eyes are filled with immediate relief, which immediately relieves me. I'll never forgive myself if she walks away from this as a bad experience.

  "Let's try something else," Bridger says as he kneels down beside Sloane. Rand doesn't stop fucking her though, but he goes slowly so as to not knock her off balance. Bridger quickly undoes the knot against her wrists and unlaces the intricate pattern that's binding her. He pulls the rope away swiftly and says, "Stand her up."

  Rand pulls free, his dick wet and bobbing while Logan helps Sloane to her feet.

  Bridger also stands straight, his dick also still hard and ready for some action at some point. "Hold your arms out, darlin'," he says to Sloane.

  She complies. Bridger immediately takes the rope and starts to retie her wrists from the front, leaving about a two-foot length free at the end. Logan doesn't miss an opportunity to further his apology to Sloane for choking her because he puts a hand between her legs and starts rubbing at her clit. She moans, drops her head back, and pushes her hips into him. She looks at me and I give her a smile, my hand absently tugging on my own cock to try to give it some relief.

  In less than a minute, Bridger is pulling on the rope and Logan steps back and away from her. Bridger leads her to the middle of the living room we're in, which is one of the newer fantasy cabins that happened to not be in use tonight, and says, "Hold your arms up."

  Sloane does, no hesitation, as she doesn't understand what's getting ready to happen. Bridger takes the free end of the rope and reaches his own hands above his head, tilting his head back. Sloane does the same. Her eyes widen as she watches him tie the end to a large hook bolted into the ceiling. He pulls on it, removing all slack and even causing her to go on her tiptoes a bit. I know it will be biting into her skin, but I also know she can take it.

  Bridger stands back and says, "Rand... Logan... have at her. Fuck her good and then Cain and I will finish her off."

  Chapter 16

  Sloane

  Rand comes to stand in front of me. He looks up at the rope tied to the hook above, and then back to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Now, now, now... all kinds of things we can do with you like this," he says in a playfully ominous tone. I dig my toes down into the carpet, bracing myself for whatever's coming.

  I will have to say, I've never been flooded with such an array of emotions all at the same time. Excitement, fear, pleasure, pain, worry, gratitude, horniness, trepidation. All of it just completely throwing my entire system out of whack.

  For a moment, when Logan was trying to deep throat me, I almost panicked. Not because I was truly afraid of him, and honestly, I sort of liked the rough handling a bit, but I seriously didn't think I'd be able to breathe if he kept it up. More confusing to me than all the stuff I'd been feeling prior to that, was hearing the deadly tone in Cain's voice when he told Logan to stop. While I know reasonably in my mind that this is just a sexual experience that is devoid of feelings and intimacy, the way Cain stepped forward in protection of me struck me straight through the chest. Then I had another moment of exquisite doubt that this was all wrong. That this could ruin anything between Cain and me for the future, but just as quickly, I had to remind myself... what future? I'm using him to do an undercover story.

  So I pushed that worry aside and decided to ride this experience out.

  "How about a kiss first before I fuck you?" Rand asks me. He has the prettiest green eyes set off by long, blond lashes. I can see tattoos peeking out from the collar of his shirt, and the punk-styled haircut and nose ring lend a very cool edginess to him.

  "Sure thing," I tell him with a saucy smile, figuring to keep up with the way this has turned sort of playful.

  I wait for him to press his mouth to mine, and I even see a flash of silver indicating his tongue is pierced when he smiles back at me, but he shocks the shit out of me by dropping to his knees and sticking said pierced tongue right between my legs. I'm so surprised that I actually cry out from the sinful invasion as he stabs his tongue into me, pulls it out, and licks straight up my center. He then merely stands back up and grins at me. Giving his lower lip a lick, he says, "Fucking delicious."

  Then Rand bends his knees, grabs me under my ass, and lifts me up. My legs go wide, and he unceremoniously shoves his dick inside of me. He's not as wide as Cai
n is, but he's just as long because he immediately knocks into something deep within me, which I suspect is a direct assault on my G-spot. I moan and sag against the ropes, causing them to bite into my skin more but I just don't care.

  "Oh, sweet Sloane," Rand groans as he moves inside of me. "You're fucking perfect."

  I'm vaguely aware of Logan walking around me, and then his arm circles around my waist from the rear. Pressing his cock, which is still wet with my saliva up against my ass, his hand goes in between my legs, where he softly pinches and rubs my clit. Rand starts to fuck me hard, ramming into me at a furious pace... hitting that spot deep inside me each time. Sweat breaks out on his forehead and within moments, both of us are grunting almost in tandem with every thrust. Logan's fingers on me cause a second orgasm to start forming, and then he does the unimaginable.

  He brings his other hand down to grasp the bottom of Rand's dick, counter stroking him while he heaves in and out of me.

  "Yeah," Rand groans as his eyes close in pleasure. "Fuck yeah."

  Oh, jeez... that's hot. Watching a man jerk another man off while he's fucking me.

  Orgasm has launched.

  I cry out... a strange, gurgling sound, but it's overshadowed when Rand slams into me, throws his head back, and starts shaking. "Oh, man, that's good."

  I can feel his dick thumping inside of me while he unloads into the condom and Logan's fingers still pluck at my clit. I gasp in lungfuls of oxygen, my heart ready to explode, and I mentally say to myself, One down... three to go.

  Logan releases his hold on Rand's dick and pulls back on my hips, causing Rand to slip free of me although he still holds my legs. The minute the head of his cock is gone--before I can even take in another breath and get my bearings--Logan is shoving into me from behind. I cry out from the sudden invasion. My eyes flick over to Cain, just over Rand's shoulder, who seems to be holding his own dick in a strangle hold, his eyes glazed and his jaw locked tight. His eyes are pinned to my pelvis area, watching as I'm jolted from behind with every thrust that Logan is giving me.