“Ah, what a lovely sound,” he said.
The chemise was definitely too short. She’d keep her legs together as well as she could, but even so her cheeks would be on display. She followed him to the kitchen, hoping there was something she could do there that would delay going out in front of the others, but he loaded up the dishwasher and then took her hand.
“This is too short,” she said.
“We can take it off, if you wish.” He grinned.
She should have known that would be his response. “Too kind, Sir. Um, no thank you.”
He pulled her into his arms so that her back was to him. He slipped one large hand down the front of the garment to cup her breasts. The other lifted the hem and forced her legs apart, his fingers caressing her folds. “I like this. Every part of you is accessible.”
His hands made her shiver. She wanted to melt against him. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks and she could feel herself moistening. The urge to press her legs shut warred with the instinct to give him better access. She bit back her sarcastic response—something about how all men cared about was tits and pussy—and let him do as he wanted. It all felt too good, and she didn’t want his hands anywhere else, anyway. Whatever she had to say came out as a moan instead.
Besides, it was safe there in the kitchen. No extra eyes to watch her.
One of the shoulder straps fell down her arm. He helped the other one do the same and rolled down the chemise, exposing her breasts. He’d already lifted the bottom, so what was left was a rumpled belt of silk across her middle. He lifted her onto the table where Carter had mashed the potatoes, and when she reached to pull the chemise back down he stopped her, tucking it in back so her bottom was bare against the table.
He’s going to fuck me. Yes. At the edge of the table she was at the right height for him. But instead he pushed her thighs open again and slipped his fingers into her pussy. From the ease with which they went in, he had to know she was very wet and very turned-on. Everything was tingling. Her clit was swollen and her breasts felt heavy. The tips ached.
Please touch me there. And there. But she said nothing.
He read her well enough anyway, leaning down to draw one tender peak into his mouth. He sucked hard and she felt her breast extend along his tongue. If he’d sucked her neck that way, he’d have left a bruise. It was almost unbearable, but it sent shivers down to her core, which tightened as if pulled by a string. He let the nipple out of his mouth with an audible pop and the string loosened, then he took the other one in and pulled it twice as tight.
“If you touch my clit, I’ll come,” she said.
He smiled and curved his fingers inside her, pressing upward. The sudden pressure made her jolt forward. She grabbed his head and held it to her breast. That might do it too.
With his spare hand, he reached into his pocket for something. She tried to see what it was, but his head was in the way and she wasn’t about to move it from her breast. Between that and his fingers, she was getting close to the edge. Just a little more.
He took his hand away suddenly, but before she could protest he pushed in with his other. Something warm and plastic entered her pussy, and then another something. It, or they, didn’t feel like her vibrator, or a cock, exactly. Maybe they were balls, or eggs. She’d seen things like that in novelty stores when she’d been on the beat, but she’d never tried them. Something was dangling from them and bumping against her labia too.
I’ll try anything once, twice if I like it. It wasn’t usually true but she thought it was a good slogan, and as long as Tom was doing wonderful, sexy things to her she thought she could follow through on it. She dug her fingers into his short hair so that she could pull them with her while she leaned back. The tension in her felt ready to unwind suddenly, explosively.
He grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Then he unlatched from her breasts and drew back. There was a grin on his face that spelled nothing but trouble.
“You don’t get to take control, Kelly,” he told her.
“I wasn’t trying to!” It wasn’t totally false, it just wasn’t totally true.
He kept the grin. “Let’s go for that walk I promised you.”
“Oh, that’s okay!” It didn’t seem a promise so much as a threat now.
“You look incredibly sexy when you’re turned-on.” He pulled the chemise up over her breasts again. “There, all decent.”
It was hardly decent. And in case she needed any confirmation of that fact, he ran his fingers over the silk, brushing each hard nipple through the fabric. She didn’t have to look down to know they were making a clear dent in the garment, two bumps to let everyone know the state she was in.
He pulled her off the table and set her on her feet, then rested a large hand on the bare lower curve of her ass. “Come, Kelly.”
She knew what he meant, but she couldn’t help but retort, “I would have, if you’d let me.”
“I know. You’re so responsive. It’s lovely.”
She’d not been so responsive in the past. Hell, it had taken Roger a good deal of work to get even a mini-orgasm from her. She used to wish she could come more easily, but now she wondered if it was right that he could bring her to the edge so casually. She walked with short, mincing steps, trying to keep her legs together, but he pressed her from behind and picked up the pace. When they got to the door, he gave her a swat to usher her through and she yelped. Did he know that when he did that he sent a jolt straight to her pussy? And whatever he put in there jostled in response. Hell, the way she was feeling right now, a good spanking might make her come. She wondered if she could convince him to give her one.
The swat and her reaction had sent her a few feet ahead of him. Carter and Roger were sitting at the picnic table, a naked Natalie on Carter’s lap. Even as night was falling on Submission Island, it was still reasonably warm. The pool was straight in front of her and beyond that, a path that led through the jungle. It didn’t branch, she remembered, and ended in a cove. She couldn’t get away. She didn’t want to but she wanted to earn that spanking.
She ran. Tom was too big to move very fast, she was sure, and she had the element of surprise. She figured she could get at least halfway to the cove before he caught up with her, and by then they’d be out of sight of the others. Maybe the exertion and the chase would make him horny enough to fuck her senseless.
She got halfway around the pool when the objects in her pussy started vibrating with a soft hum. It wasn’t loud, but it nearly made her slip and fall. She kept her feet, thankful to have avoided the humiliation. The idea of lying at the side of the pool, coming to remotely controlled vibrations didn’t appeal at all. She kept running for the jungle.
He grabbed her waist before she got off the paved area, and somehow picked her up as he dove forward so that he cushioned her fall. She ended up on top of him, gasping for breath.
He looked up at her, flicked a switch he held and the vibrations died down. She didn’t know whether to be thankful or upset. She wanted to come. She didn’t want to come here, in front of everyone. She stole a glance at the others, hoping against hope that they’d ignored the whole thing.
Not a chance. Roger was walking toward them. Carter was laughing. “See what happens, pet, when slave girls try to get away?”
I’m no slave, she thought angrily.
“There are worse fates,” said Natalie.
“Looks like you have yourself a handful,” said Roger, addressing Tom.
“And a half,” Tom agreed. “Might take two of us to tame her tonight.”
Oh my god. She knew she had written it down on her application, but now she was faced with the reality. “Um, I’ll be good.” She tried to pull herself off Tom.
“Oh, you will be.” Tom pushed her legs apart so that she was straddling him.
“Very good,” she promised.
“Finger-licking good.” As if to demonstrate, Tom sucked on the finger that had been in her pussy—had it been only a min
ute ago? Everything had happened so fast.
“I think this is in our way.” Roger grabbed the chemise and pulled it off her. She reached for it but was too slow. It wasn’t much covering, but it was better than nothing. Roger tossed it to the side.
Tom slid his hands up her stomach until they cupped her breasts, his rough thumbs grazing her nipples. “Now I’ve got access to these lovely breasts.”
Roger bent down. “And I can cup this beautiful ass.” He grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart.
No. Not there. She looked from Roger to Tom, hoping he’d protect her.
“Ever had a man in your ass before, Kelly?” Tom asked.
“No.”
“But it was a three anyway. Something you would be curious to experience.” Tom grinned.
Had she really put down a three for that? “I don’t think—”
“Don’t worry, pet. We’ll go slow.”
Roger let go and she thought for a moment she was off the hook, although at the same time his vanishing touch left her wanting a replacement. She slid back a couple inches and found the ridge Tom’s hard cock made in his jeans. She tried to grind against it, only for Tom to grab her hips firmly.
“I’ll be back with lube,” said Roger. She heard his footsteps as he walked away.
Well, that should take him a while, anyway. Her heart was beating hard and fast, and the moist tropical air didn’t seem to have enough oxygen in it anymore.
“I want you,” Tom said. “Unzip me.”
Now that part wasn’t bad at all. She took hold of his zipper and pulled, freeing his hard, magnificent cock. Yum. Then she thought about Roger. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“That’s why I’m not giving you a choice.” He straightened his cock until it rubbed against the entrance to her pussy. “Keep your eyes on mine, Kelly.”
She met his gaze. He didn’t look as if he would yield, but she knew he also wouldn’t let her fall.
“Good girl,” he said. He put his hand on her pussy, his fingers hooking the ring that dangled out. He tugged. Two egg-shaped objects slipped out, one after another. “Now lower yourself down over me.”
She did, slowly. He slid in smoothly, and the way he thrust in easily even as he stretched her reminded her of how she’d been left achingly close a few minutes before. She was still wet and soft and ready for him.
“There, that’s not so bad, is it?” He grinned at her.
“You bloody well know it’s not bad at all.” Kelly tried to glare, but the little gasp she gave at the end of the sentence when his cock bumped against her cervix probably spoiled that.
“Good. Let me set the pace, please.” He put one hand on her backside and lifted her, then pushed up with his hips to fill her again. He could easily lift her body with his pelvis. His hand slipped around and joined the other sliding up her stomach, then cupped her breasts.
It felt heavenly. She kept looking into his eyes. She felt connected beyond the physical. His fingers narrowed on her breasts, pinching and pulling on her hard nipples. She leaned forward to try to manage the pressure—a little pulling felt good but it was on the edge of too much. She thought he’d rebuke her for moving, but he smiled.
“Keep your eyes on mine, Kelly.”
“I am,” she said, wondering why he said that. Then she felt hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, and knew they weren’t Tom’s. She started to turn to look, perhaps to protest.
“Kelly!” Tom said sharply.
Chagrined at her lack of self-control, she stared back at him. He was right, she realized. It was better to focus on him. He was safe and he’d keep her safe.
She jumped as lube was drizzled between her cheeks. It had probably been warmed or it would have been a lot colder, but it was still startling. Her gaze returned to Tom. He pushed up and wrapped one arm around her, pulling her forward. Her breasts rubbed against his chest. His lips grazed hers. But it also made her butt more available. She didn’t know which reason motivated him.
She kissed him, trying to focus on the interaction of their tongues and not the way a gloved finger was pressing lube into her rear. A thrust of his cock brought her attention downward despite her efforts. A nibble on her lip brought it back up.
But she couldn’t keep it there. Roger’s finger—she assumed it was Roger, although she hadn’t turned enough to check—was alternating with Tom’s thrusts, and one would fill her when the other left her empty. It still all felt very tight. She felt silly wondering if it all would fit as if she were some naïve Victorian heroine. Then again, Victorian heroines rarely had to deal with two men at once.
People do this every day.
She blinked. Maybe porn stars did it every day. Not policewomen from Queensland. Yet for this one day she could be as wild as any woman alive. She searched Tom’s eyes again, reassuring herself that she had no choice. He wouldn’t let her back out.
Roger had rubbed in so much lube there was no resistance to his efforts. Tom grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her cheeks apart, exposing all the nerves surrounding her rear entrance to the gentle breeze. Maybe it was purely mechanically convenient, but it made a powerful statement. She wasn’t cheating on him. He was doing this. He was opening her up so that she could experience what she’d said she wanted.
It shouldn’t be cheating on him anyway. We made no agreement. But she knew then for certain that it would have felt like cheating if she had sex with Roger alone, even though she didn’t think Tom would play by the same rules. She was glad there were no other single women around. Right now, she had both men to herself.
Roger’s fingers slipped out smoothly. Tom pushed forward and she met his gaze again. He smiled. He wants this. That made all the difference.
The head of Roger’s cock, wrapped in a condom, nestled against her back hole. Instinctively she pressed herself forward onto Tom. Tom pushed upward, his cock filling her completely, making it impossible to imagine Roger fitting in at all but at the same time putting her back in position.
Roger’s hands held her hips and he thrust forward. The head of his cock lodging in her was enough to make her feel as if she would burst. Tom pulled back, relieving the feeling somewhat. For a moment, she wondered what to do—to move with Tom would escape Roger, but now that she wasn’t so full, the prospect of Roger entering was less scary.
“Breathe, Kelly,” Tom said softly. “It’s not up to you.”
She let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. It wasn’t. She didn’t have to make decisions right now. The tips of her breasts were tickled by Tom’s chest. His eyes were locked with hers. She could feel his breath on her lips. And inch by inch, Roger eased into her ass while Tom held her in place, the tip of his cock in her pussy. Her ass stretched to accommodate the invader. It didn’t hurt, exactly, although it burned. One bundle of nerves would get used to him just as another was pushed past comfort. At last she felt her cheeks compress as Roger’s stomach pressed against them and she realized he was all the way in.
“She’s very tight, Tom,” Roger said. “Delicious.”
“Everywhere.” Tom thrust up. Roger pushed down. It felt as if Tom’s cock ought to push Roger’s out, but it didn’t. Her pussy didn’t want to stretch the same way to accommodate him because her channel was already being compressed from the other side, but it didn’t stop Tom from gliding smoothly in to the hilt. “You’re delicious everywhere, Kelly.”
She didn’t trust her tongue to form words if she tried to speak, so she stayed silent. Tom’s lips pressed against hers and then his tongue slipped between her lips. She let him in, wanting him to fill her mouth as thoroughly as she’d been filled elsewhere. Roger pulled back and then pushed in again. Tom did the same. A strange rhythm developed, each man pushing her onto the other, neither letting her escape.
At first, Tom’s thrusts made her tingle, building pleasure, but Roger’s pulled her back, feeling more odd than anything else. But it didn’t stay that way. Soon she welcomed each, wanting
both men to slide into her as deeply as they could. The very feeling of overfullness she had dreaded she now craved. Nerves that felt strained fluttered with exquisite sensations, forcing moans from her lips.
Tom pushed her shoulders up so he could suck on an aching nipple. Her body shuddered in response. Too many nerves going all at once pushed her into overload. She felt almost a surfeit of pleasure. She was unable to concentrate on any one sensation long enough to let it bring her release. A part of her yearned for that climax. Another part wanted the sensations to go on forever. But even Tom’s expert hand sliding down her belly and rubbing in small circles around her clit didn’t push her over—it just made the edge that much more intense.
“Please,” she said and regretted it.
“Don’t beg, Kelly. Please what—more or less?”
For a moment she thought he was getting his revenge by telling her not to beg, but there was no hint of malice in his voice. His own breathing was ragged and his face shone with sweat—he’d been holding himself back from his own climax for her, she realized. And yet still he was calm. She wondered if Roger was close too.
“More or less, Kelly?” he prompted again.
“I don’t know!” And she didn’t.
“We’ll try more,” Tom decided and moved his hands to her hips. The two men changed rhythm so that they were both filling her at once. Oh my god, I don’t believe I’m doing this. And even though she had been teetering on the edge of orgasm, somehow both men stretching her at once, their cocks almost rubbing against each other, brought her higher. Tom knew it too. She could tell from the way the corner of his mouth quirked up.
“Come now,” Tom ordered. As if her body had been waiting for his direction, unable to find the moment without him, she did. Her fingers clawed the ungiving concrete around the pool, and then grabbed Tom’s shoulders instead. Electricity ran down the insides of her thighs and curled her toes. Her pussy squeezed—and so did her ass, contracting repeatedly around the invading member in fluttering, shivery pulses that seemed to go on and on. She opened her mouth to scream but even that came out in a gasping series of bursts.
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