by Johnson, Cat
“Let me show you.”
He eyed the vibrator again. “Untie me first.”
“No.” She obviously wasn’t budging on this point. With a sigh, he figured what the hell.
“Okay, but wait.” His voice rose in panic as she smiled and moved closer.
“What?”
“I want a safe word.”
Lola rolled her eyes. “Okay, sissy. What’s your word?”
“If I want you to stop I’ll say ‘cucumber’.”
“Cucumber?”
“Yeah.” He nodded, feeling confident that was a good choice.
“Okay, cucumber it is then. Interesting choice, by the way. I have one in the fridge, if you’d like to try that next.” Ryan frowned until she laughed. “I’m just teasing you, Ryan. Now bend your knees.”
“Promise you’ll stop if I say cucumber?”
“I will, but only if you promise you won’t chicken out before you even give it a chance. You’ll only use your safe word,” she rolled her eyes one more time, “if and when you really can’t handle it, which is ridiculous because this thing is tiny.”
“Okay,” he agreed, his heart pounding like mad. He bent his knees and prayed for the best.
“Good boy.” She nodded, looking satisfied. Then the wet heat of her mouth once again surrounded his cock.
Lola worked him until he’d almost forgotten about what she held in her hand. That was until he felt it pressing against him.
He jumped, pulling his hips off the bed and away from the object he truly didn’t want inside.
Her mouth broke contact. “Relax. I’ll take it slow.”
“I am so gonna fuck the shit out of you the minute you’re done torturing me and my hands are free.”
She smiled. “I’m counting on it.”
Oh man. That sent a shiver down his spine. Then she was back, drawing him between her talented lips, which would have been great if that damn thing wasn’t also back, pressing between his ass cheeks and against his hole. Ryan squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore it. That worked pretty good since her tongue was doing wonderful things to the head of his cock and she did nothing with that damned bullet-shaped thing but hold it against him. That he could handle. The vibration felt good actually. A little harder would probably feel even better. He wiggled his hips a little lower and pressed against it.
The speed of her mouth on him increased at the same time he felt the tip of bullet push into him. Ryan held his breath, scared and waiting for when he’d need to shout cucumber, but Lola didn’t shove it inside him as expected. She didn’t move it, but kept working his cock instead. The combination of her mouth on him and the idea of something inside him where there’d never been anything before had his balls tightening.
Maybe she was right and he was being a sissy. Hell, he was tough. Ryan pushed down one more time and Lola responded by pressing the vibrator deeper.
He felt it pop in, past the tight ring of muscles and all the way inside. He gasped and held perfectly still, afraid to move. Lola’s eyes were open. She watched him as he vibrated from the inside. Then he realized she now had both hands free. He swallowed hard as panic threatened to defeat the pleasure.
“Lola? How are we getting that out of me?”
She raised her head and laughed. “There’s a string, silly.” To prove it, she reached beneath him and gave it a little tug, moving the vibe within him. He jumped as it hit an incredibly sensitive spot he hadn’t been aware existed.
“Oh man.” His eyes rolled back in his head.
He heard Lola laugh and that was pretty much the last thing he was aware of besides the sensations assaulting him. Her fingers working on his balls, her mouth and other hand working his cock hard and fast, and that thing vibrating something inside him that had his hips off the bed and bucking. Ryan felt the orgasm beginning. He heard himself shout with the pleasure of it.
He shot off so hard, if he wasn’t contained in Lola’s mouth he probably would have painted her ceiling with DNA. He even remembered thinking at one point it felt like it was never going to end. It kept going, or rather he kept coming with the most intense pleasure of his life, until he was finally empty but still pulsing in Lola’s mouth.
She moved to pull away and he panted out, “No. Don’t stop.”
Lola raised a brow and kept working him in her mouth until the pleasure was so intense it turned into pain. “Okay. Stop. Oh my God. Cucumber. Cucumber.”
She sat up, laughing. Without the oral distraction he could almost think again. Enough to realize the vibe was still in his ass.
“Get it out.” He consciously tried not to panic.
“Relax so I can.”
“Oh, God. Please go slow.” The idea of taking it out was just as scary as initially putting it in had been as he felt how deeply inside it was. It must have worked it’s way up from all the convulsing his body did while he came.
Lola shook her head again, laughing at his fears, but she was slow and gentle. Even though he twitched and jumped as the vibe made its outward journey, finally it was safely out. She twisted it off and laid it on the nightstand.
“So?” She was grinning at him as she pulled the tail of the rope binding him and his hands came free.
Ryan flipped Lola onto her back on the bed. He moved above her, his cock near to being ready again as his mind went immediately to the next event—fucking Lola.
Reaching over he grabbed the vibe and handed it back to her. “Stick it in me once I’m inside you?”
She laughed. “I guess that means you liked it.”
“Mm, hm. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to get back at you for scaring me like that.”
“Oh really. What do you have in mind, cowboy?”
Eying the contents of the drawer, he grabbed the lube and a much larger vibrator. Sizing it up he figured it would be tight, but it would fit where he planned to put it. He grinned. “Bend your knees.”
CHAPTER 4
The chilled vodka sliding down Ansley’s throat was a stark contrast to the heat of the water in the hot tub surrounding her naked body.
“I think you two girls should kiss.” Bobby grinned at them from across the hot tub.
His cousin Jon, there for the graduation party, nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yeah. I dare you. Unless you’re too stuck up for a little fun.”
Tiffany raised a brow and grabbed the bottle from Ansley to take a swig. “We’re not stuck up. I’ll show you.”
Her vodka-flavored mouth was on Ansley’s before she knew what was going on. Tiffany’s lips were soft—way softer than any boy’s lips. Ansley closed her eyes and absorbed the sensation, deciding she kind of liked it. No razor stubble. No rough plunging tongue invading her mouth. When Tiffany used her tongue, it was delicate and gentle as it tickled Ansley’s lips until she opened them and invited Tiffany inside. Their tongues moved against each other, sending a tingle through Ansley’s entire body.
“Holy fuck. They’re really doing it.” Jon’s voice invaded Ansley’s bliss. She pulled away and broke the kiss.
Tiffany spun back to face the boys, her breasts bobbing along the top of the water. “Now you two have to do something for us.”
Bobby’s face paled. “What do we have to do? I’m not kissing him.”
“You have to touch each other.” Tiffany’s eyes dropped to the twin erections clearly visible, illuminated by the underwater hot tub lights. “Down there.”
Jon’s expression was comical as he shook his head. “Hell no. We’re not gay.”
Ansley frowned. “We’re not gay either, but we kissed.”
Tiffany nodded. “Yeah. Besides, it’d be nothing for real men secure in their masculinity.”
“What’ll you do for us if we do it?”
Jon’s eyes opened wide at his cousin’s words. “Bobby!”
Bobby held up one hand. “Wait, let’s see what the deal would be before we make a decision. What exactly would we have to do and then what will you do in exchange?”<
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Putting on her sultry pout, Tiffany stared into Bobby’s eyes. “We’ll do whatever you tell us to do—”
Ansley panicked at being included in that offer. “Tiff. I’m not so sure about this.”
Tiffany kept right on talking over Ansley’s protest. “—but first you two have to jerk each other off.”
Bobby licked his lips, his gaze traveling from Tiffany’s breasts over to Ansley where it dropped down. She realized her naked body was as visible as theirs beneath the water. Bobby’s attention zeroed in on the totally hair free area between Ansley’s legs. The laser hair removal had seemed like a good idea at the time, but she was feeling extra naked at the moment without any pubic hair to hide her from the gaze of the two horny college boys sporting huge hard-ons just a few feet away.
“I say yes.” He glanced at his cousin. “Jon?”
“Are you nuts?”
“They said they’ll do anything.” Bobby opened his eyes wide and tilted his head in their direction, reinforcing the point. “Just close your eyes and pretend you’re jerking yourself off. Or that a girl is doing it.”
Jon hesitated then glanced at Tiffany. “For how long?”
“Until I say stop.” A devilish smile bowed Tiffany’s lips.
Ansley’s heart began to pound. They were really going to do it. These two were going to do exactly what Tiffany told them to do. A feeling of power surged through her.
Jon shot Bobby a sideways glance. “But nothing else. Just that. No touching anywhere else.”
Tiffany grinned. “Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to do him in the ass. Just a little jerking off. Don’t tell me you two don’t do that alone every damn day anyway.”
“Okay.” Jon let out a huff of breath. “Can’t believe I’m doing this.”
The boys turned on the bench seat, faced each other and didn’t move.
“Come on, it’s easy. Just stick out your right arm and pretend you’re shaking hands with each other’s dicks. You better get closer though. You’re too far away to get a good grip.” Tiffany giggled.
Ansley watched, fascinated as they did just what she’d told them to do. They scooted closer, reached below the water line and then each gazed down at their own dick in the other boy’s hand, still not moving.
“Now start stroking, boys. Come on, you know how to do it.” Tiffany’s eyes were bright, with excitement or alcohol or both Ansley didn’t know. She wondered if her friend was as turned on by telling these boys what to do as she was by watching them actually do it.
“Close your eyes,” Jon said to Bobby.
“You too.”
Jon shook his head. “Oh believe me, I intend to.”
They both squeezed their eyes so tightly their faces looked squashed, then they started stroking.
“Faster,” Tiffany ordered.
Bobby bit his lip in concentration and increased the speed of his hand.
After a few minutes, Jon was visibly breathing heavier. His stroke on Bobby’s dick started to get erratic and falter. He was getting into it. He was going to come from Bobby’s hand. Ansley’s body reacted to the sight. She could hear her pulse pounding even over the sound of the jets.
Small sounds started to come out of Jon’s throat before he jumped back and yanked himself away from Bobby. It was hard to decide who looked more traumatized—Jon when he realized he’d come in Bobby’s fist, or Bobby as he scrubbed the thick, milky strands of Jon’s come off his hand under the water.
Bobby looked up at Tiffany in a panic. “You still have to do what we want. It’s not my fault he stopped before you said to.”
Jon didn’t respond to Bobby’s accusation as he swayed slightly, hanging on to the edge of the tub and breathing heavily.
Tiffany grinned, looking satisfied with their performance. “Yeah, we will. You earned it.”
A smile lit Bobby’s face. Ansley almost expected him to clap his hands with glee. “I want you to eat Ansley’s pussy.”
Jon’s head whipped up as that got his attention. His embarrassment apparently forgotten, he sat again next to Bobby, though a lot farther away this time. They both leaned back and settled in for the show.
“Fine.” Tiffany spun back to Ansley. “Hop up on the edge.”
Ansley’s pussy clenched in anticipation. She’d never done anything with another girl. She’d never even thought about it. But just tonight alone she’d already tongue kissed Tiffany and now this. She realized she was excited. From her ass to her pussy, she tingled from the very thought. Ansley rose from the water and sat on the edge of the tub. With one final glance at the drooling boys watching her, she spread her thighs as Tiffany moved in between them.
“Tiff. Have you ever done this before?” She whispered it so they wouldn’t hear.
“No, but how hard could it be, right?” Tiffany shrugged, and then reached for Ansley.
Tiffany spread Ansley’s lips wide with her thumbs, then leaned in and touched Ansley’s clit with just the tip of her tongue.
Ansley jumped at the contact. How many boys had she been with who fumbled around down there and never managed to find the right spot with either their fingers or their mouths and here Tiffany had hit it on the first try. Maybe there was something to be said for this after all.
Tiffany didn’t mess around but zeroed in and sucked, hard enough that Ansley felt her muscles inside tightening, poised to snap. With her eyes squeezed closed, Ansley threw her head back and tilted her hips, pressing closer against Tiffany’s mouth. The suction increased, as did the coiling inside Ansley.
“Fuck her with your fingers, Tiff.” Bobby’s voice delivered the order and Tiffany complied.
Ansley bore down on the fingers now inside her and cried out. Convulsive spasms seized her. Her hips bucked as she came hard.
“Holy shit. I’ve never seen anything like this in my life.”
“I told you it would be totally worth it.”
Ansley did her best to ignore Jon’s comment and Bobby’s response as she recovered, still quivering. Tiffany stood and smiled. “Told you it couldn’t be too hard.”
Barely able to speak, Ansley just nodded.
Bobby was across the tub in a heartbeat and pressing up behind Tiffany. “That was so hot. I wanna fuck you. Right here, right now.”
Tiffany leaned against the edge with her elbows and glanced over her shoulder at him. “Go ahead. I’m on the pill.”
Ansley opened her eyes wide. “When did you go on the pill?”
Ignoring, or not hearing Ansley’s shocked question, Tiffany was already widening her stance, spreading her legs as Bobby angled his cock between them.
Ansley opened her mouth to remind Tiffany that condoms were not just to prevent pregnancy but also disease, but she never got her safe sex lecture out because Jon was walking across the tub toward her, stroking his dick awake again.
“Jon, I’m not doing what they’re doing.”
He cocked one brow. “Why? You only into girls?”
Maybe she should lie and say yes. That might dissuade him, but then again, judging by the look in his eyes, it might not. Besides, he could ask Bobby and find out the truth. She’d hooked up with plenty of boys over the past few years. “No, but I never agreed to Tiffany’s deal.”
Jon moved closer. “I didn’t hear you say that when she made it.”
She swallowed hard. Glancing over, she saw Bobby and Tiffany were clearly well into it now. Bobby pounded into Tiffany from behind, his grasp tight on her hips. Tiffany, bent and grabbing the edge of the tub, pushed back against each of his strokes. All just feet from Ansley.
Yanking her gaze away, Ansley turned back to Jon. “I’m still not doing that.”
He hoisted himself out of the water to sit on the edge of the tub next to her. “That’s fine. I had other ideas anyway.”
“What ideas?”
Only semi hard, Jon still stroked himself. He cocked his head to motion her over. “Come here.”
Heart fluttering fast, she moved
just an inch closer. “Why?”
Abandoning his hold on his dick, Jon reached out and ran one finger from her chin to her bottom lip. He pressed the digit into her mouth. “Suck. Get it good and wet.”
Her eyes drifted shut as she sucked on the finger. Jon pulled her closer with one hand on her shoulder. She took a step through the water until, when she opened her eyes again, she was standing between his spread thighs.
He grinned and pulled the finger from her mouth. His gaze dropped to his dick. “Now suck on this.”
That was easy. She’s sucked dozens of cocks. She could do that, no problem. Figuring she was getting out of this bet easy, Ansley lowered her head and took him into her mouth. He was still kind of soft, so she sucked all of him in.
Jon leaned forward over her as she worked in his lap. She felt his hands, flat on her back, travel down until he cupped her ass with his palms. He spread her cheeks wide. His fingertip pressed inside her tight hole. “Get me hard again so I can fuck this ass of yours.”
Her heart began to pound at his words and touch. His finger pushed in deeper. She clenched her muscles in response.
“Damn. So tight. I love it.” Jon’s admiration was evident as he hardened in her mouth, so long and thick now she had to back off.
There was a basket next to the hot tub filled with sunscreens and also some of the good old-fashioned oil that didn’t protect you one bit from the sun’s rays, but would make some nice slippery lube right now. A tremble ran down her spine thinking about a slick, oiled finger inside her.
Ansley raised her head off him. “Grab that bottle of oil.”
Jon pulled out of her ass and leaned toward the basket. “You like the idea of me fucking you in the ass. I can tell.”
“Maybe.” She was not about to admit to him what that suggestion had done to her.
She felt dazed, part from the vodka, part from what had turned into an orgy in the private hot tub on the deck outside of Bobby’s game room. As the party raged on in the pool around the other side of the house, no one knew they were here or what they were doing. It was that thought—that risk—that got Ansley hot, not Jon, but he’d do to fulfill her fantasy.