Crafty Bastards

by Tymber Dalton

  Sean’s hands felt warm on her flesh as he had her scoot back a little, her ass hanging further off the bench.

  Wish he’d stroke my back with them…

  Maybe after. Once she’d soothed their egos over their loss. Maybe that was what she could do, use sex as a consolation prize for them. Take the sting out of it for them and get herself laid at the same time.

  A mental image flashed through her mind, of being securely tied down to the bench with rope while the men spit-roasted her, cock filling her at both ends.

  That sent a quiver of delicious energy straight to her clit. If she hadn’t taken penetration with fingers off the table, they could easily figure out how wet she already was.

  Max swiped through his phone, holding it up so she could see. A timer app was displayed, set to sixty minutes. “Ready for us to start the clock?”

  “Just to clarify,” she said, “‘stop’ and ‘ow’ aren’t safewords, but if you don’t fucking respect red or yellow when I’m addressing you, I call a stop to it. I get final say on if something’s a good hit or not, or crossing my hard limits.”

  Max nodded, tapping the screen to start the countdown. “Agreed.”

  “Do you need me to recount my hard limits?”

  Max smiled. “No, I think we remember. And I’m sure you’ll tell us if we haven’t.”

  She wasn’t sure she liked the confident smile he now wore, but she trusted them.

  If she didn’t trust them, she had no business sharing their home. And Essie obviously trusted them. The Collins brothers had known the men well for several years. They would have spoken out and not let her move in had they thought there was a problem.

  Enjoy this.

  She settled in, the men stroking her arms, back, ass, and legs with their hands, massaging, kneading her muscles.

  She closed her eyes, smiling, knowing if this was how slow they were going to start off, her only worry would be them not going hard enough on her to drop her into subspace the way she hoped she would. She’d almost expected them to start off hard and heavy, which would have been okay with her, too, an express elevator to endorphins.

  After a few minutes, one of them started to spank her bare-handed. With her fingers curled around the end of the bench, she forced herself not to taunt them, not wanting to sound like a bitch. As they stepped up the pace and strength of the blows, her ass nicely warming, she felt the soft edges of subspace staring to creep in around her brain.

  Ahhh.

  They switched out to a fairly mild leather strap that was more slappy bark than bite, stepping up to a thuddy paddle that finally helped subspace gather strength enough to cloud her mind in that delicious, fuzzy haze. From there they worked up to a stingier paddle, and then came a variety of crops and canes.

  She was a little disappointed they hadn’t done anything sexual or even very sensual to her after making a point of topping her naked. Her juices had to be literally dripping out of her at that point, a fact they couldn’t miss on the tile floors.

  Then she heard a click followed by a hum that filled the air, making her grin.

  Here we go.

  She recognized a Hitachi when she heard one. And if they thought that was going to get her off, they were sadly mistaken. Shane had enjoyed orgasm denial, along with forced orgasm torture. In retrospect she realized learning how to endure it and hold off her own release had been a passive-aggressive way of defying him. She’d let them build her up and then give them one good, hard orgasm.

  When she felt them inserting it into her pussy, she lifted her head.

  “You said we could use vibrators. It has an adapter. Club rules. Venture allows toy penetration.”

  “Fine.” Okay, she’d give them that. And in all honesty, the angle they were holding it, yes, it was hitting her G-spot, but it wasn’t even touching her clit now. Very little chance of her getting over with that.

  Then she heard another, unfamiliar noise. A hum, but a lot louder and stronger. She was about to lift her head to look and see when it felt like someone had plugged the pleasure centers of her brain straight into a wall outlet.

  One of the men started clipping nipple clamps to her, and then the orgasms started, her body unable to hold back the sudden flood of pleasure assaulting her.

  “Go ahead and moan,” Max teased. “Make all the noise you want.”

  She didn’t just moan, she screamed, straining against the cuffs and trying to twist away from the two vibrators. She’d never felt anything like this before. This intense.

  The men wouldn’t be deterred. Max quickly bound her torso to the bench with rope, stopping her back and forth squirming as she tried to escape the evil humming machines.

  Then the feel of a cane slicing across her ass, amping the pleasure even more and making her howl as another wave of orgasms washed through her. She guessed it was Max manning the cane, timing single strokes at slow intervals, giving her enough breathing room to process and anticipate the next one. Also enough time for another orgasm to pop with each impact against her flesh.

  “Still have twenty-five minutes,” Max said. “And we’re just getting started.”

  Holy…fuck.

  Tears ran down her face, of pleasure, of pain, all of it mixing together as each cane stroke striped a new piece of real estate, not simply him whacking the same spot over and over again.

  Her toes curled. Max started alternating cane strokes with whacks from a paddle, still that same slow, steady cadence, until she couldn’t process anything else—

  “Red!” she gasped, not realizing she’d said it until the vibrators were suddenly pulled away and shut off.

  “What was that?” Max asked, a decidedly joyful lilt to his voice.

  “Red,” she sobbed. “Red!”

  The rope immediately disappeared from her midsection. They unclipped the nipple clamps and the ankle and wrists cuffs.

  She heard a beep and opened her eyes.

  Max had shut the timer off. “Aww. You still had eighteen minutes to go,” he said, grinning ear to ear as he showed her the phone.

  Staring up at him, she tried to process what had just happened and realized she couldn’t. Another wave of tears overcame her, forcing her to rest her head on the bench and cry.

  They draped her robe over her, not speaking, kneeling on either side of her with their arms cradling her. Eventually, they got her moved over to the couch, with her spread across their laps and a towel clutched in her hands that they’d given her to blow her nose with.

  They didn’t say a word. Sometimes, after the best scenes, she cried. It didn’t happen very often to her, and she was damn glad they didn’t try to interrupt her with asinine questions about how she was, if she was all right.

  Subspace slowly dissipated, along with her tears. She collected her wits and tried to figure out how best to face them. Yes, they’d won fair and square. She had agreed to sexual play, to vibrators.

  She’d just never in her wildest dreams…

  Ever.

  That it was also the hardest she’d ever come in her life, and the most times she’d ever come in her life didn’t exactly escape her notice.

  Eventually she sat up between them. They seemed to be waiting on her to speak.

  “You won,” she softly said.

  Sean gently touched her chin, tipping her head to face him. “Thank you,” he said.

  “For what?”

  “For that,” Max said. “For giving us the hottest fucking scene I think we’ve ever had the privilege of doing, and for gracefully accepting the outcome.”

  “So what does this mean?”

  “Besides the fact that we can quit worrying about you leaving for at least six months?” Max asked. “It means whatever you want it to mean.”

  “Friends? Fuck buddies? Friends with bennies? Roomies?”

  “Definitely, hopefully, yes please, and absolutely,” Sean said.

  “Only one catch if you want to be with us sexually,” Max said.

  “Wh
at?”

  “Only us two. We’re clean, haven’t been with anyone but each other in years, but we’ll go get new tests if you want us to.”

  “I have the sad fact of having a recent test,” she grumbled. “I made sure of that after Shane left.”

  Max laced fingers with her and brought her hand up to his. “Then let’s have a nice dinner, discuss the next step, and then, if you want, we can retreat to our bedroom for the night.”

  “I want to see what the hell that other vibrator was first.”

  “The nail driver?” Sean asked. He bounced up off the couch and over to it, grabbing it and holding it up. “Pretty good, huh?”

  “Holy crap, I almost expected to see a piece of industrial equipment.” It looked like an older vibrator, one really meant to allow a person to hit knots in their back, not one meant to be used between the legs.

  Although, as she’d learned, obviously it was pretty damn good for that, too.

  “It almost is,” Max said. “If we could replicate those and sell them, we’d be millionaires.”

  “No shit.” She glanced at Sean’s cock, which still stood at attention, and Max’s. “What about you two?”

  “What about us?” Max asked. “We can wait until after dinner. Makes it that much sweeter.”

  “And we both are sort of masochists,” Sean added.

  Chapter Nine

  They talked through dinner. The men wouldn’t let her help, making her relax on the couch while they cooked up a simple chicken and pasta dish with veggies, and then they all ate sitting on the couch.

  While Cali’s ego wanted to be upset with the men, with the matter now settled she wouldn’t deny it would be fun to not sleep alone for a change.

  She was single and willing. They were available and more than willing. Even though she had no idea if there would be a long-term future for them beyond the six months, she was a person of her word.

  And they were both good-looking men.

  Sex with them would neither be a burden, nor would it be a hardship. It likely would be damn hot, if the scenes she’d witnessed at Venture before were any indication. They had a chemistry between them that even some het couples didn’t have. Their love for each other was apparent.

  And despite how they’d played dirty to get her to safeword, she had enough built-up sexual tension from the past several months, especially from the last several days living with them, that she could easily expend more of it with them.

  Once the dishes were done, Max grabbed her hand and led her to their bedroom. “Time to play,” he said. “How’s the ass?”

  “Nice and warm,” she said. “And here I thought you guys were going to lose.”

  “Wanted to lull you into a false sense of security,” Sean teased. “We can be sneaky when we put our minds to it.”

  “I’m getting that.”

  Max sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to him. Sean stepped in close behind her, his arms around her waist.

  “We really like you,” Max said. “Whether or not this goes any farther than friends, we’re not going to rush that or pressure you. But we want to put it out there we’re open to more developing, if you want it to.”

  Sean nibbled along the nape of her neck, over the collar of Cali’s robe, sending pleasant shivers down her spine to her clit. “Screw that,” he said. “I plan on spending the next six months seducing you any chance I get.”

  If he kept that up, it wouldn’t take him six months.

  “I like the no-rushing plan,” she said. “You’ve got me for six months. And it’s only been a little over six months for me since…you know. Give me time to get into the groove.”

  “We’ll give you all the time you want and need,” Max assured her.

  “And I’ll warn you now, I’m not very submissive.”

  “Here’s my shocked face,” Max said, arching an eyebrow at her.

  “We don’t have any defined roles,” Sean told her. “We’re sadomasochistic switches who like to pitch and catch. So if you ever feel toppy, just say so.”

  “Wouldn’t be the first time we let a woman top us together.”

  Another thought crossed her mind. “How did you two guys get together?”

  She felt an uncomfortable distance settle over both of them. “Long story,” Sean said. “Not tonight. Please?”

  “Old news anyway,” Max said. “Would you rather talk?” He untied the belt on her robe and let it fall open. Reaching up, he cupped her breasts in his hands, running the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. “Or would you rather let us make you forget what’s-his-name with a little Californication?”

  Sean snorted. “Oh no, you didn’t.”

  She rested her hands on his shoulders. “Door number two, please.”

  Max leaned in, the warm heat of his mouth around her left nipple pulling fires straight to her clit. He rolled her right nipple between his thumb and finger.

  Sean pulled her robe down off her shoulders, his hands traveling around her and finding her clit. Nibbling on her neck, he whispered, “We want to make you scream like you were earlier, only with our cocks buried inside you.”

  Now she needed to keep her hands on Max’s shoulders to keep from falling over. This felt…so…good.

  “Just think,” Sean continued, “two cocks inside you, whenever you want them, ready for you. Or if you’re not in the mood, we can give you a show.”

  The thought of watching the two men together was oh, so fucking hot.

  Right now, she wanted to taste their cocks. She gently pushed Max back and down onto the bed, kneeling between his legs and pushing his thighs apart. The men had stayed naked throughout dinner, and now their cocks were at attention and ready to play.

  Max propped himself up on his elbows and watched as she went down on him, a delicious smile on his face as she kept eye contact with him.

  Sean knelt behind her, playing with her clit with one hand while reaching under her from behind with the other and finger-fucking her pussy. “Swirl your tongue around the head, baby,” he said. “He loves that.”

  She did, drawing a sharp hiss of pleasure from Max.

  “Fuck this, I need to be inside you,” Sean said, getting up.

  She pulled her head off Max’s cock. “Where are you going?”

  “Condoms.”

  “We don’t need them.”

  He stopped and turned. “You sure?”

  “I’m on the pill. And if in six months I end up with something, I’ll castrate both of you. So as long as you’re being honest with me, we’re good.”

  Sean looked to Max for confirmation.

  He nodded, reaching for her head. “Fuck her brains out.”

  She went back to sucking on him while Sean knelt behind her, nudging her legs wider apart. He fisted his cock, swiping the head through her pussy lips, sinking home as she deep-throated Max and moaned around his cock.

  Sean held still, his hands on her hips. “Oh, fuck, baby. You know how long it’s been since I’ve had sweet, delicious pussy?” He nibbled on her earlobe. “You might be walking funny for a few days after tonight. I haven’t been this hard and horny in a while.”

  While she worked her mouth and tongue over Max’s cock, Sean slowly fucked her, leaning in at one point to take Max’s cock from her and give it a lick, too.

  That nearly made her come, it was so sexy.

  Max grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Up on the bed,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Get on top of me.”

  “I’m fucking her,” Sean whined.

  “Yeah, and you can keep fucking her. I want to eat her out.”

  “Oh. Smart.” He grabbed her, hauling her to her feet and onto the bed without dislodging his cock in the process.

  Max got turned around under her, his cock sliding back into her mouth as his lips and tongue homed in on her clit.

  She was glad she had Max’s cock in her mouth to muffle the moans, because it felt that. Fucking. Good. Shane had used oral as foreplay, a fast way to get
her off so he could get busy.

  Max…

  He savored her like a starving man. She suspected from Sean’s assorted grunts and groans that his balls and cock were getting a good tonguing at the same time, too.

  This was better than any fantasy she could have dreamed of.

  “Give us at least one, baby,” Sean begged. “We want to make you feel good.”

  Max felt around and located her breasts, his fingers homing in on her nipples, tweaking and pinching them and setting off an explosion inside her made that much better by the feel of Sean’s cock in her pussy.

  “There you go,” Sean said, fucking her hard and fast and increasing her pleasure as he did, until he let out an echoing moan of his own and fell still.

  Max hadn’t come yet, despite her best efforts.

  “Here,” Sean gasped. “Let me show you.” He pulled out of her and rolled her off Max, taking her place. Max sucked the other man’s cock into his mouth as Sean closed his eyes and deep-throated Max.

  Holy…fuck!

  Her eyes widened, entranced by the sight of the two of them going at it. Max blindly reached over, found her pussy, and started playing with her clit.

  Max thrust his hips, pumping his cock into Sean’s mouth. She realized Sean was getting hard again, but then Max let out a moan, sexy and deep.

  Sean stayed with him, finally sitting up, still humping the other man’s face. He grinned. “That’s how you give a guy a blow job, baby.” He leaned in and kissed her. She tasted Max’s cum in Sean’s mouth and loved it.

  Patting Max on the thigh, Sean swung off him. “Switch. Let her fluff you back up so you can fuck that sweet pussy.”

  They ended up in a daisy chain of sorts, Sean lapping at her pussy with his mouth while she went down on Max. Meanwhile, Max slowly pumped Sean’s cock with his hand to keep him hard. When she felt Max’s member swell and harden against her tongue, he pulled her off his cock.

  “My turn, baby.” Max sounded hoarse, needy.

  It made her feel even sexier.

  Shane had never sounded like that.

  Now it was Sean on the bottom, with his cock in her mouth as he licked her and Max both. Max took his time sliding his cock all the way in.