Kiss Me Crazy: Bridgewater County - Book 6

by Vanessa Vale

  “We want you,” Dash repeated. “Any way we can get you.”

  “And the handcuffs?” she asked. “You said you just wanted me cuffed. How’s that?”

  My cock pulsed in my pants and I had to shift to get more comfortable. “I’d like your wrists cuffed together.” I tossed the key to Dash, who leaned over and placed it on the bedside table next to the lamp. “You can get out at any time and we’ll have you free in seconds.”

  “At first, baby doll, we’d have you cuffed because I want you bent over the edge of the bed. We didn’t play with that ass of yours enough.”

  Dash held up a brand-new butt plug and a small bottle of lube. He grinned. “Went shopping today.”

  “You mean—”

  “Yup,” he said, not letting her finish. “Then, when that plug’s seated nice and deep, we’ll flip you over, cuff you to the headboard and not let you up until you come at least twice.”

  She was squirming now and I could see the hard outline of her nipples through her top. “Twice?” she asked. “I thought you said I would get a reward.”

  Fuck, yes. She was right there with us. “What do you think your reward should be?” I wondered.

  She put her hand on my chest, slid it down over my stomach and I sucked in a breath. “You naked. To start,” she added.

  “Now?” I asked.

  She nodded and bit her lip.

  Pushing off, I stood and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, then worked off my pants. Dash was on the other side of the bed, but he’d already stripped off his boxer briefs and gripped his cock in his fist.

  She sat up as she watched us. I’d never been so hard and she was just sitting in my bed, all aroused and interested. I pushed my boxers off, my cock springing free, and looked to Avery.

  “Then what?” I asked, gripping the base and sliding my hand up. I felt a drop of pre-cum coat my palm and it made the slide back down smoother. I hissed. This felt good, but I wanted inside that perfect pussy.

  She glanced at the lube and plug on the blanket.

  “Then you do what you want.”

  “What we want?” Dash asked, confirming.

  She bit her lip and nodded.

  “Say it, baby doll. Say you give us control. That we’ll do what we want, but you can stop us at any time.”

  “I give you control,” she replied.

  I gave Dash one quick glance.

  Game on.

  “Before we get those cuffs locked, let’s get that shirt off. Up on your knees.”

  She came up quickly and Dash helped her out of her top, carefully working the cuffs through her sleeve. I continued to watch, stroked my cock as he helped her off with her bra, too. I admired the black half cups, but I liked the look of it on my floor much better. As soon as she was bare to the waist, Dash took her wrists in his hand, looked her in the eye.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “Good girl.” With deft fingers, he put her hands behind her back and I heard the click of the cuff.

  He stepped back and we just looked at her. Her breasts were upturned, the tight, pink tips thrusting toward us.

  “They’re just asking for our attention, aren’t they?” I asked, kneeling before her and taking one nipple into my mouth.

  “Good thing there’s two of us, doll baby. You wouldn’t want one to be neglected,” Dash said before he leaned in and took her other one between his fingers, tugging and playing.

  “Oh god,” she murmured.

  I felt her jerk against the cuffs, heard the rattle of the metal as she whimpered. I smiled against her soft skin as I flicked my tongue against the hard tip, pressing it against the roof of my mouth as I sucked.

  We were relentless, being gentle, then a little rough with her, but only paying attention to her breasts. I kissed along the lower curve, found a small freckle, got off on seeing the tan line. I pulled back to watch her face as Dash took his turn to take her in his mouth.

  Her eyes were closed and her hair hung long down her back.

  “More, sweetheart?”

  “I’m going to come from just that if you keep it up.”

  Dash stepped back and we looked at her. “Really?” he asked. “I love a good challenge.”

  She whimpered and shifted, her breasts swaying. Her nipples were hard and glistening from our attentions. Her right one had a smattering of whisker burn.

  “And you’re still wearing your pants,” I added. “But we don’t want her to come yet, do we?”

  Dash arched a brow and grinned. “Nope.”

  “What?” she moaned.

  “We’re in charge, right?” Dash asked.

  She pursed her lips, dropped her butt down onto her heels. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I like you or your dimple,” she muttered.

  Dash laughed and took her upper arm, helping her back up onto her knees. “Off the bed, doll baby.”

  He helped her step down onto the wood floor. I came behind her, put my hands on her hips and pushed the stretchy fabric of her yoga pants down over her hips. “No panties,” I observed. “You were at my parents’ holiday party without any panties?”

  She looked over her shoulder at me. “I told you I wasn’t dressed for it.”

  “Naughty,” I said, turning her about so she faced the bed as Dash grabbed a pillow, put it at the edge so when I put a hand on her back and had her bend over, her hips were raised. Fuck, the tan lines on her ass were gorgeous, too. “And you need to be punished.”

  “What? Why?” She tried to come up, but with her hands behind her, it was easy to keep her in place.

  “You left us in Minnesota without saying goodbye. Without talking to us,” Dash said. His palm came down on her upturned ass with a light swat. Nothing too hard, but a bright pink handprint appeared almost immediately.

  “Hey!” she cried, wiggling her hips.

  “My turn,” I said, adding my handprint to her other round ass cheek. I left my palm there, rubbed the heated skin.

  “No running, baby doll.” Dash spanked her again.

  “Okay, okay,” she replied, turning her head so she could look up at us.

  “Okay,” I repeated, sliding my hand down and over her pussy. Fuck, she was soaked.

  She moaned, closed her eyes.

  I easily slipped inside and her walls clenched down as she moaned again. Pre-cum slipped from me in eagerness, but it wasn’t time. Pulling out, I circled her clit, gently, carefully as Dash grabbed the lube and plug.

  “Ever had a plug in before?” Dash asked, dribbling the clear liquid over the flared top.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Rubbing his fingertips together, he coated them with some of the lube, then found her furled opening.

  “Easy, baby doll. Let’s get you ready for the plug first. Just my finger.”

  I knelt down so I could continue to play with her clit as Dash began to work the lube around her back entrance, circling and pressing in, then dripping a little more. I couldn’t miss the way my fingers were getting slick with her arousal as it slid from her. She liked us playing with her, just as she had the night in the hotel room.

  But now we were going further with her, and hopefully soon, further still. All the way.

  When Dash slipped his slick finger from her and put the narrow tip of the plug in its place, she stiffened. I coated my thumb in her juices and began to circle her clit with a little more attention. It stood out as a hard pearl and I knew, the second she relaxed and moaned, that it was a good distraction from Dash’s actions.

  He was careful, patient and slow working the plug into her. I watched as her tight ring stretched to a taut white around the widest portion of the small plug, then it popped in the last bit and settled.

  Avery gasped, then slumped down.

  “Good girl,” Dash said, stroking her pink ass cheek with his hand. I gave him a nod before he turned to the bathroom to clean up.

  I stood, moved in so I stood right behind her, nudging her feet
wider with mine. With a hand on the bed right by her shoulder, I leaned forward aligning my body over hers and kissed up her neck to her ear. “Soon we’ll both be in you. No plug. Just our cocks. Who should claim your ass, me or Dash?” I murmured.

  She smiled lazily, her eyes still closed. She was so small, so warm, so perfect beneath me. My cock wasn’t so content as it settled against her folds, my dick getting coated in her need.

  Dash came back, tossed a long strip of condoms onto the bed.

  “Ready for our cocks?” I asked.

  “Please,” she said. “Please, please.”

  I leaned a little more forward so I could kiss away her pleas as Dash ripped open a wrapper, rolled a condom on.

  I pushed off the bed and moved so Dash could take my place.

  My balls ached with the need to sink into her. The scent of her in the air and on my fingers made my mouth water to push Dash out of the way and taste her. Instead, I tore a condom from the strip and watched as Dash slowly sank into her, careful to go slow with the purple base of the plug just above.

  Watching her pussy take him deep, knowing how tight she must be, how wet, had me squeezing the base of my cock so I wouldn’t come.

  With a hand on the chain that linked her cuffed wrists, Dash began to move, thrusting his hips deep, then pulling back.

  Avery’s eyes were closed, her mouth open. She arched her back to take as much of Dash as she could.

  “Like that?” I asked.

  “God, yes,” she said again. “More.”

  Dash grinned as he took her faster. Harder. In short minutes, sweat dripped from his brow.

  “I’m coming!” she cried.

  “Shit, she’s strangling my dick. I can’t hold off, baby doll. You’re too good.” Dash closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, plunged deep and came on a growl.

  I grabbed the key from the table and waited.

  Her throaty cries continued even after Dash carefully pulled out, holding on to the base of the condom. Offering a very satisfied grin, he turned toward the bathroom. Fucker.

  I leaned forward, unlocked the cuffs.

  “Careful. Let me help you,” I said as I scooped her up and onto my lap, rubbing her upper arms and shoulders. “Any pain?”

  She looked up at me a little dreamily. I felt the handle of the plug against my thigh. And her juices. She was still dripping. “No.”

  “Ready for more?”

  She smiled up at me as if she were drugged. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin was so fucking warm. Soft. Perfect.

  “Mmmhmm.”

  Yeah, that’s what I thought. Our girl was always ready to go.

  8

  AVERY

  * * *

  Wow. I never knew I liked being tied up. Not tied up. Handcuffed. And not the cheap fur-lined ones either. At first, I’d been stunned Mrs. Wray had locked me to her son without a way to get out, even panicked for a few seconds. But Jackson hadn’t been bothered. Surprised, yes. What mother intentionally handcuffed their son to a date?

  But once we left the party, the idea of going a little wild with the guys made me really eager. So eager I’d been all over them in the truck. Yeah, I’d been bold, but it was Jackson and Dash and I was comfortable with them. They didn’t judge, didn’t think me slutty for knowing exactly what I wanted and going after it.

  Them.

  But when Jackson pulled the key from his pocket, I was even more stunned. They’d given me a choice. To decide on my own how our night would go. They wanted me restrained. Their hard cocks were proof they liked the idea of me at their mercy. But they wanted me that way because I consented, not because of a matchmaking mother.

  Jackson and Dash only dominated when I was willing to submit. There had been forethought here. They wanted me again and had planned for it. Hoped. Holding up the key was my decision point. Not just the key, but the plug, too.

  As if there was a decision to make.

  I wanted them. I wanted them to put the handcuffs on me and have their wicked ways with me. And they had.

  But they weren’t done. Not even close.

  Jackson gripped my waist and twisted so I was on my back on the bed and he was looming over me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his feet on the floor. With one easy tug, I was at the edge of the mattress and he was deep inside.

  He felt different than Dash, moved different. Touched me in his own special way. Jackson was gentler, but insistent. The way he took me, the way he shifted and moved his hips was as if he knew exactly what angle to take, how fast to move. He did some kind of circle with his hips and pressed against my clit each time he was deep. He also pressed against the base of the plug, nudging it into me each time, just as Dash had.

  His breath fanned across my neck, his beard lighting up my sensitive skin. Everywhere he touched came to life. As he settled down onto his forearms, his chest pressed into mine, my nipples hard points against him. Our skin was slick and with every slide, my nipples sent a hot zing right to my clit.

  “Jackson, yes. More.”

  “Shh, I know what you need.” He kissed along my neck, licked the sensitive spot behind my ear as I clung to him. I could feel every play and shift of his muscles in his back and when my hands slid down to cup his butt, God. I was going to come.

  It was so good. So, so good. My head thrashed on the mattress as he went faster. Deeper. Harder. With his feet on the ground and a hand on my shoulder, he had incredible traction. He was so big, the head of his big cock bumped the end of my passage. My breath escaped in time with his movements.

  “Jackson, I…um, yes. More. I can’t—”

  I was close, but not there. I needed something more, but there was too much sensation. His mouth on my neck, his cock nice and deep, the feel of the plug, the press of his body.

  Shifting his weight, he reached down and pulled on the plug.

  My eyes flared open and I stared up at him. He was grinning, although I could see the tension in his face. His dark eyes were almost black, his face flushed.

  “Like that, do you?”

  I only nodded my head because there were no words. All my focus was on the plug and he was fucking me with it, working that tight ring of muscle, bringing every single nerve ending there awake.

  “When you’re ready, we’ll take you together. It’ll feel like this. Only better,” he vowed.

  I felt Dash’s heavy weight angle the bed as he leaned back on an elbow and stroked my hair. “I won’t be here, baby doll, I’ll be behind you, my cock deep inside that ass as Jackson fills that pussy.”

  My eyes fell closed because I was almost there. God, it was…oh!

  He pulled the plug out all the way and I came, my back curving, my heels digging into Jackson’s butt. He pushed the plug back in.

  I screamed.

  Jackson stilled. Swelled. Groaned. Came.

  It was too much. They were too much. The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was Dash’s quick praise. “Good girl.”

  * * *

  I must have dozed off after that last epic orgasm because next thing I knew I was blinking awake in a darkened room. Jackson was on one side of me, Dash on the other.

  They weren’t sleeping.

  I struggled to sit up. “What time is it?”

  I took a deep breath, let it out and looked for a clock. The room was dark, the light from the hallway offering a faint glow.

  Dash pulled me back down so I was snuggled once again between them. I didn’t even remember the blankets being pulled up over us. Jackson had given me the orgasm of all orgasms. Had I blacked out on them?

  “It’s not that late but we didn’t want to wake you,” he said. “We took you hard.”

  I was a little sore, but oddly, it felt good. The achiness deep in my pussy and the slight sting of my bottom was only a reminder of what they’d done to me. What I’d submitted to.

  “Isn’t there some cowboy saying, ‘Ridden hard and put away wet?’” I asked.

  A hand slid down my thigh and
between my legs.

  “We rode you hard—” Jackson murmured, “—and you’re definitely wet.”

  The feel of gentle fingers had me arching my back. I had been well fucked and definitely a little sore, but not enough to push his hand away. I melted into the touch, my pussy becoming instantly hot as if recognizing the touch.

  My body knew these men, wanted them, despite the fact that my brain was telling me it was time to run away.

  Fucking I could do, but cuddling afterwards? Making out? Just reveling in each other’s bodies in that hazy afterglow? That wasn’t really my thing. But much as I told myself that, my body definitely had other ideas and they included two glorious cocks. I parted my legs further.

  I was the luckiest woman in the world because I had two men on either side of me. They were gorgeous, smart, nice and knew exactly how to make me come.

  It was hard to fight the cozy, warm sensation of having two men pamper and cuddle me. And finger me.

  I reached my arms up over my head to stretch, to arch my back into the playful touch. My hand hit something hard and cold. The handcuffs. Holding them up, I let them dangle from one of my fingers as I turned my head from one side to the other to gaze up at each of my men. The hand between my legs stilled.

  “I can’t believe you let me think I was trapped in these things.”

  Jackson’s grin was completely unrepentant. “It worked, didn’t it? It got you into bed with us.”

  “I didn’t need to be handcuffed for that to happen.”

  “But you liked it. Knowing you were stuck with me. Then later, when you were just cuffed and at our mercy.” Jackson circled my clit. “The tips of my fingers are coated. You’re wet for us just talking about it.”

  “No, I’m wet for you…still. And it worked because your cocks are huge,” I said. Feigning a scowl, I did my best to look put-out but they weren’t fooled. Especially because their huge cocks were definitely not a complaint.

  “It worked because you like to be tied up,” Jackson added. “You like two men to dominate you, to tell you what to do. To fuck you until you pass out.”