Tyler drew back, leaving me in contact with only one of them, and his footsteps made barely any sound on his soft bedroom carpet. I couldn’t remember how we’d ended up in this room, but there we were. All three of us. “How do you feel about trying something different?”
I laughed out loud and felt the corresponding huff of laughter against my neck in Sebastian’s hot breath. “Uh…this. Isn’t this different enough for you?”
He said nothing, merely inclining his head and watching me. No, not me. Us. Sebastian and I.
“Ah. Of course.” I nodded, or got as near as I could to a nod with Sebastian nibbling on my earlobe. His hands didn’t wander too far, merely rested, warm, against my abdomen. “This isn’t different for you two, is it?”
Another laugh from Sebastian, and a murmur. “Ska vi sätta handklovar på henne?”
“Sebbe.” And just like that, his full Christian name became a half-hearted, insincere, not-nearly-admonishing nickname on my lips.
“What?” He lifted his mouth from my skin and spoke against my ear. “I was only making a joke about handcuffs.”
I shivered and his hands on my bare skin flinched. He straightened behind me, but didn’t step away. I still felt how hard he was, but couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye.
A look, one of those conspiratorial glances, passed from Tyler to the man over my shoulder, and it was harder to decipher than any Swedish phrase I’d heard in the past week or so. “Perhaps…” Tyler began, then looked at me. “Perhaps not quite yet?”
“I like that word, ‘yet’.” And I couldn’t resist a smirk.
Some of the tension in Sebastian’s muscles dissipated then, and it was only this fact that brought my attention to its existence at all. Relief sang out of his every pore, relief that he hadn’t scared me.
“All right, then,” Tyler went on. “What about…” He opened a drawer in one of the bedside cabinets and my breath hitched in anticipation. Something not quite as adventurous as handcuffs, but enough to warrant running the idea past me first, issuing a warning in the form of an exploratory question. “This?” He turned slowly on the spot, holding a scrap of fabric in one hand. I couldn’t make it out. Then he loosened his grip and I saw what he had partially tangled round his fingers. Looked like silk, although I couldn’t be sure of the fabric.
But it was very definitely a blindfold.
Chapter Seven
“You okay?”
I’d thought being deprived of sight would disorientate me and it had for a while, but the feeling was transitory at most. If anything, it heightened my other senses. Sebastian’s aftershave seemed stronger, though not overpowering. Tyler’s voice had always had a soft, drawling quality to it, but now it turned my knees to jelly.
“Yes.” I nodded. “I’m fine.”
“Sure?” Tyler double-checked, and that fact alone reassured me further.
Again I nodded. I gasped when a crooked finger lifted my chin—Sebastian’s hands remained where they were, holding each of my arms by my side. His fingers curved around the insides of my elbows, barely moving over one of the most sensitive parts of my body, if he but knew it.
“Good. If anything freaks you out, just let us know.”
“Like with a safe word?” I laughed quietly, under my breath, more out of nerves than genuine humour.
“Sounds like we’re not the only ones who’ve played like this before,” Tyler murmured, confirming in those few words my suspicions that he and Sebastian were experienced at this. Very experienced.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Well…” I shrugged as well I could with Sebastian’s hands stilling my movements. “Not with two men at once, anyway.”
“Thought as much,” Sebastian murmured into my hair, at the back of my head.
“What do you mean?”
“You seemed jumpy around us. No, not jumpy…aroused would maybe be a better way of saying it. Hyper-aware, but not freaked out entirely.”
“Curious,” Tyler supplied, and I silently agreed. “Enough to suggest you weren’t entirely vanilla, even if you hadn’t played with two men before.”
“Played?” I frowned, and the movement of my brow reasserted the presence of the soft blindfold. “Interesting choice of word.”
“Well, it’s going to be fun, isn’t it?” he whispered against my lips. “We want everyone to enjoy themselves.” He kissed me lightly and stepped away just as I thought he’d been about to deepen the kiss. He laughed at my obvious surprise and must have signalled to Sebastian in some way, because then I stood alone in the middle of the bedroom, untouched.
My hands flinched, wanting to reach up to my lips, or the blindfold, or to do something, but I managed to keep them down.
“Good.” This from Tyler. “Good.”
So, my stillness pleased him. My waiting for further instructions.
“Kick off your shoes.”
Without thinking to protest—why would I?—I obeyed, and a shiver of anticipation ran up my spine when the word popped into my mind. Obedience. It was so…so sexy. This situation was liable to get very interesting.
They’d suggested I wear something simple, and the subtext was plain—Because you won’t be wearing it very long. In the end I’d decided on that red top, a plain, knee-length skirt and the canvas wedges I’d just kicked off. One tug, one unzipping away from near-nudity. I knew they’d approve of the lacy scraps of almost-there lingerie I had hidden away under the surface layers.
“Now whatever you’re wearing under that skirt,” Sebastian said, from over my shoulder.
Automatically, I turned to the direction from which he’d spoken, pausing to ensure I’d heard correctly.
“Go on. Now.”
I turned back, lips parted in readiness for speech, but couldn’t think of what to say. This was where I became most vulnerable. This was where I started losing more clothing than they had. In fact, I doubted either had so much as removed a watchstrap since I’d surrendered my vision.
“Can I ask you something?” I threw the words out there, not much caring who replied as long as one of them did.
“Sure. But you know what you have to do first.”
“Why the—?”
“Nuh-uh.” Sebastian tutted, every click of his tongue an instantaneous telling-off. “Underwear first, question second.”
I heard a huff of laughter from across the room and wondered what Tyler was doing. I imagined him simply standing by. Watching. And fuck, that was hot, even in my imagination.
“But—”
“Jess. Behave.”
“Or what?”
“Or I might have to put you over my knee.”
“Maybe she’d like that.” There was that laughter in Tyler’s voice again. “Well, well, well, Miss Ludlow—I don’t hear a denial?”
“I’m pleading the fifth.”
“You’re not American, remember?” Sebastian pointed out.
“Damn it—I hate it when you use my words against me. It’s not like I have a chance to do the same to you—most of yours are in Swedish.”
“Hurry up or I’ll do it for you.”
“Promises, promises…” It was a long time since I’d felt so self-conscious undressing in front of a man, but the circumstances here were different. There were two men, for a start, and I could see neither of them. I pulled the lacy white piece of nothing down my legs and slipped it off. Straightening up, I bunched it in one hand, willing my knees not to tremble.
There was a click behind me and for a moment I thought he’d tutted again, but no, that wasn’t it…
Fingers.
He’d clicked his fingers at me. “What is it?”
“Give them to me.”
“You… I beg your pardon?”
“Give them to me.” He all but lifted the scrap of lace out of my hand and the second or two we were in physical contact again made me shiver.
“What are you going to do with them?”
“Was that your question?”
“No.”
“Then—”
“Oh, come on—I’m more than a bit vulnerable here.”
“You want a safe word?” Tyler asked, stepping in to the conversation for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
“Depends. How rough are you guys going to get?”
“As rough as you like.”
“Then I’ll say ‘red’ if I want you to stop.”
“Red?” Sebastian echoed. “An oldie but a goodie. Who knew you were so traditional when it came to kink, Jess?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m kinky, just…”
“Just?” he prompted.
“I like it a bit rough, that’s all,” I confessed with a smirk I was sure they’d both be staring at.
“Then the safe word definitely is needed. So…what was your question?”
“The blindfold. Why use it?”
“You accepted it.”
I shrugged. “It doesn’t bother me. I mean, it does…sort of…makes me feel…”
A hand on the small of my back. Sebastian’s. “Nervous?” he suggested.
“I hoped that would be the case,” Tyler said. “That you’d be nervous. And look at it like this. You can’t see anything, so it makes you more conscious of what you hear, right?”
“Yes.” I kept my voice quiet, cocked my head. Something was different about his voice and it took only a nanosecond for me to realise he was nearing me.
“And what you feel.”
I jumped when he took my head, pulled me forward. I went with him, more uncertain than nervous. The anticipation uncoiling in my stomach was enough to excite me, not enough to scare.
“Get on the bed,” he whispered, and I flinched.
“Um…what?”
“You heard. And Jess?” Tyler swept my hair to one side. “You can’t say neither of us have even so much as kissed you yet. We both have.” He flicked the tip of his tongue over the sweet spot right behind my ear, laughing when I shivered.
“I know, but…” So soon? Now? Without preamble?
“But…?”
“But nothing.” Mentally, I shrugged before reaching out to the bed. I knew where it was, of course, but still wanted to hold on to something to guide me.
“No.”
He said one word and I froze.
“Not sitting. On your knees.”
“You’ve planned this.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“He tells me to take my knickers off, you tell me to kneel on the bed. It’s all a bit…”
He ran a fingertip up the inside of my arm and I could have sworn my skin rippled against his touch, the feeling was so intense. “Contrived?” he asked. “Of course it is. Of course we planned it this way. Now. On your hands and knees.”
When he spoke to me like that, I couldn’t do anything but obey. Exposed though I felt, it wasn’t too bad. I still had my skirt on of course and—
Fuck.
I couldn’t have mistaken that sound anywhere. The jingle of a belt buckle and the high-pitched whirr of a zip.
Footsteps crossed the room—Sebastian’s. Tyler’s presence behind me hummed with too much electricity for him to be anything other than there, set on whatever it was he was about to do. I swallowed nervously, expecting my mouth to be dry, but it watered, the giveaway tearing of foil heightening my expectation.
“And he’s going to, um, watch?” I asked, tentative in my enquiry for fear anything I said would make Tyler change his mind just to punish me. And even the thought of that was hot, especially if it involved a spanking. Or being held down. Or talked to in a certain way.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Tyler asked, running a hand up my skirt, over my thigh. His touch was so gentle I let myself relax for a moment and in that moment he grasped my opposite hip with his other hand, tightened his grip still further and pulled me back. My skirt ended up around my waist and he paused. I, too, held my breath.
The bed shifted under his weight as he knelt behind me, muttering something I couldn’t discern. The tip of his cock touched me and I jerked back.
Only inside me by an inch, Tyler groaned, a low growl from the back of his throat I almost felt in the tingle running up my spine. He hadn’t touched me up to that point, apart from a few kisses, but I was already wet enough for him to slide in easily. “Fuck.”
I was too distracted to make out anything else he said. The bedcovers bunched under my hands, and with every deep thrust from Tyler, I gasped for air.
“That”—the mattress dipped at the other side as Sebastian leaned his weight on the bed—“is so fucking hot.” He combed his fingers through my hair, not disturbing the blindfold. “She can’t see a thing. She’s so…vulnerable. She just has to take whatever you do to her. Whatever I do to her.”
“Seb… Oh, God. Ty—”
Sebastian pulled my head back and I grunted in shock at the sudden movement. Behind me, Tyler slowed, possibly to let Sebastian have his fun…whatever that meant.
“Det vore väl trevligt om du sög av mig nu?” he murmured, so, so quietly, almost tenderly, and he moved his hand down my face, stroking my skin.
I didn’t have to ask. He’d get there eventually. I just waited. Waited, and squirmed against Tyler’s hands as he circled his thumbs on my back.
“I really think,” Sebastian continued, “that… Wouldn’t it be good if you sucked me off?”
The blood pounded in my ears so hard after he spoke that I didn’t even hear his belt buckle or zip. The next thing I knew was the head of his cock against my lips and, without thinking, I took as much of him into my mouth as I could.
“Oh—” He hissed in a breath when I ran the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock, unable to say anything further. His hand tightened in my hair at the exact second Tyler, still inside me but holding on to my hips, moved again. Slowly at first, just enough to keep me on the edge while I gave Sebastian what he wanted. “Jesus, Jess…” With both hands he finger-combed my hair again, holding me in place.
I barely held myself up while Tyler fucked me—all I knew was that I liked what he was doing. It was rough and hard and almost painful and the hottest thing I’d felt in a long time. And I had no idea which of them to concentrate on. In the end I gave up. I just let them use me. Tyler held my hips and Sebastian tightened and released his hands with every back-and-forth of his own.
When I sucked him even harder, he moaned, and a few thrusts later hot semen shot across my tongue. “Fucking hell…” He pulled back and, for a moment, while he still touched me, I felt his hands tremble. But there was hardly any time to hold on to that thought.
“Jess?” Tyler moved his hands up my back and tangled one in my hair. That blindfold was still in place, so I still couldn’t see either of them but, God, it was like they’d been conspiring and both discovered how much I liked having my hair pulled. “Jess?”
“I’m all right. I just need… I need…”
“Tell me.”
“I just need you to…” Say it, Jess. Say it. Don’t think about how you’re going to look him in the eye at the next managerial meeting. Just—“Fuck me.”
“Now, that,” he said through—I’d bet my life on it—gritted teeth, “I can definitely do.”
God, he was so controlled about it. The way he moved enough to drive me right to the edge in seconds. Not appearing to be anything like as desperate to come as I was, but for the telltale sound of words spoken with a clenched jaw. Sebastian… I wasn’t sure what he was doing. Standing back, watching. Maybe in a chair in the corner of the room—
“Oh, fuck.” Just thinking about him watching was what finished me off. Being fucked by Tyler, thinking about Sebastian watching…and I lost it. As I fell forward, I felt tears well up behind the blindfold and for a moment was glad of its existence. I’d never been in a more undignified position—sprawled face-down on a bed with my skirt around my waist—but I didn’t give a damn, because it was Tyler Johnson’s cock inside me, Tyler Johnson who
pulled back an inch or two, Tyler Johnson who made me come so hard I couldn’t say anything other than his name.
* * * *
“You okay?” Tyler lay curled up behind me, both of us on our sides. Sebastian was sprawled out, too, although—regrettably, in my opinion—with his clothing done up and neatened again. No doubt there’d be plenty of opportunity to catch an eyeful yet this evening, if they put the blindfold to one side. When Tyler had slipped it off me, I’d blinked a few times like an animal caught in the headlights, but soon grown accustomed to the light again.
“Yeah. Just tired.”
“Already?” Sebastian laughed. “Not allowed to fall asleep, Jess. We’re nowhere near done yet.”
“Not sleepy,” I reassured him. “Honest. Just—” A thought struck me and I hauled myself into a sitting position, looked across the room.
“Just what?”
“Jess?” Ty reached out to me but I struggled to my feet, knees still trembling but I made it. “Where are you going?”
“She’s going nowhere. I’ve still got her underwear in my pocket,” Sebastian put in.
“You think I’ve never gone anywhere without any underwear on?” I threw back at them with a wink. “I was heading for that mirror.”
In one corner of Tyler’s bedroom stood a cheval mirror, on wheels I now saw, and it looked…wrong.
“The mirror? What’s so interesting about my mirror?”
“I’m the Visual Manager, right?” With those words came a shiver of concern over what would happen between us back at work now we’d…now we’d this. But, I reasoned, I might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb.
“Right…”
“And this doesn’t look right. It’s my job to make things look more attractive—”
“You could start by getting naked.”
“You first, Sebbe.”
“Hey, if you insist.” He leapt off the bed and went for his top button, but I stopped him with a look.
“No, wait. First you can help me move this.”
Sebastian lifted his eyebrows, hands stilled against the neckline of his shirt. “Move the mirror? Why?”
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