by Tawny Taylor
“Next time, we’ll make you wait,” Logan said, slowly pulling his fingers from her. He didn’t withdraw them completely. In they went again, deeper than before.
They weren’t done with her. When he’d said next time, he meant now.
Oh God.
Still finger-fucking her ass, Logan murmured, “Suck Brad’s cock.”
Jamie wriggled down Brad’s body until her face was aligned with his very big, very rigid cock. The shaft still enclosed in her fist, she pulled the swollen head into her mouth, twirling her tongue round and round. He tasted so good. Slightly salty. Clean. It was difficult to focus on giving pleasure when Logan’s fingers were still slowly sliding in and out of her ass.
Making it that much more difficult, Brad started eating her pussy again too. His tongue mimicked hers, drawing little circles around her clit. With each stroke, she felt her body warm a few degrees more. She closed her eyes and fought for control as her need started building again. Relaxing her throat, she took Brad’s cock as deeply as she could and was rewarded with a deep rumble. The sound vibrated through her body, humming along nerves that were about to snap.
She forced herself to concentrate on Brad’s pleasure. Up she lifted her head then down she dropped it, her tongue cushioning his length as it glided in and out.
How she wanted this cock in her pussy!
When Logan’s fingers started pumping faster into her ass, she whimpered around Brad’s cock.
Someone caught her hair, pulling her up. Logan. His fingers left her ass. Still straddling Brad’s face, she knelt upright, shaking, needing so much more than his tongue dancing over her clit. Logan crawled around her, until they were face to face, his legs straddling Brad too. He curled his fists in her hair and crushed her mouth under his. This kiss was raw and feral. A possession, not a seduction. She clawed at his shoulders. And when Brad thrust his fingers into her dripping pussy, she was swept up in a second orgasm, this one as fierce, as violent as the first. She screamed into Logan’s mouth, clinging to him for support. He held her against him until every last tingle had subsided. Then he gently eased her down onto the bed.
Giddy, she lay on her back beside Brad, one arm flung over his ripped abdominals. “Wow. That was…unbelievable.”
“Good.” Logan sounded pleased.
“You are satisfied for now?” Brad asked.
“Who wouldn’t be?” She was still fighting to catch her breath.
“We have to leave. Work.” Logan, lying on her opposite side, propped his head up with a bent arm. “We’ll be back later.”
“Oh.” They were going to leave her here alone? With nothing to do?
“You have homework to do while we’re gone.” Brad teased a nipple with a fingertip. It perked right up for him. A little tingle of pleasure rippled through her body. And she knew for a certainty it wouldn’t take much for these two to bring her to a third orgasm.
“Homework, eh?” she asked.
Logan left the room. He returned a little while later with a small bag. He sat on the bed and thrust his hand inside, withdrawing a tall, narrow box. A second plunge and he produced a fresh tube of lubricant.
Jamie reached for the box. Logan handed it to her.
“This isn’t for your pussy.”
She flipped the top and pulled out a very lifelike-looking dildo with a flanged end. They expected her to put this thing in her ass? Doubtful, she inspected it. “I don’t know about this.”
Logan slid a hand under her and fingered her pussy. “Tonight we’re going to fuck you. Both of us. At the same time. This will help prepare you.”
Her face warming, her pussy too, she set the dildo on the bed. “What if I can’t?”
“If you do what we say, you’ll not only be able to take us both, you’ll enjoy it. A lot.”
Now that was quite a promise.
Brad sat up, kissed her. His cock jumped against her stomach as he pressed his body against hers. His skin abraded her nipples, making them hard again. He fisted her hair, tipping her head back, and nipped at the spot on her neck where she was most sensitive. Before she knew it, she was grinding her pussy into Logan’s hand, wishing the guys didn’t have to leave. Brad was the one to break the kiss, not her. “We’ll bring dinner with us when we return. There’s plenty to eat in the kitchen, if you need something to hold you over.”
Logan left the room again, returning with a small MP3 player. “This may help.” He handed it to her.
After one last kiss from each of them, she was alone. With a dildo and an MP3 player. For the heck of it, she poked the ear buds into her ears and turned on the player.
“Close your eyes, baby. Imagine you’re in a room full of strangers. You’re nude. Wearing nothing at all.” It was Logan’s deep voice, smooth and low and hypnotizing. Hmmm, this could be fun. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. “We’re with you. At your side. Proud to show you off to our guests. You’re ours. Brad’s. Mine. We can’t wait for them all to see your pretty pussy, your tight little ass. But we won’t share you. You are ours. And your submission is our greatest pleasure.”
She was liking this fantasy. She’d never thought she’d fantasize about being on display in public. Or domination and submission. She parted her legs and squeezed a little bit of lubricant on her fingertips. She stroked her labia with her dampened fingers. They were swollen from her earlier orgasms, sensitive. Her gentle strokes felt good.
“We lay you on a raised table and chain your ankles and wrists. You’re wearing a hood so you can’t see who is touching you, who is admiring your tits, your pussy, your ass. Your legs are spread wide, and everyone can see your pussy is wet already. We want to fuck you now, but we hold back, watching as our guests stroke your tits, your clit, finger your ass. One guest asks permission to eat your pussy and we grant it. His tongue torments your clit, but you cannot come…”
Jamie yanked the buds out of her ear with one hand as she stroked her clit with the other. Blindly, she patted the mattress, looking for the dildo. Her breathing was growing faster, shallower, as the images played out in her mind. A stranger eating her pussy, pulling her hard clit into his mouth, while someone else suckled on her tits.
Her fingertips brushed the dildo.
Keeping her eyes closed, the fantasy playing out in her imagination, she lubed the toy and her anus and then she parted her legs.
She was going to fuck her ass with the toy while all those people watched her. It was shocking, something she’d never imagined doing before. Maybe that was why it made her so hot right now. She was on the verge of an orgasm. She pushed the toy at her tight opening and concentrated on relaxing to let it inside. Her skin burned but she didn’t stop. She stroked her clit with one hand while the other eased the toy past the ring of muscle. Finally, it slid in. Deeper, deeper it went. One, two, three heartbeats later, she was screaming with her release. Her anus spasmed around the toy. Wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure crashed through her body. It was an orgasm like none she’d ever experienced.
Was it the dildo in her ass?
Or was it the fantasy?
Logan had been right. He’d known she could handle the dildo. And he’d known she’d like it. After that little surprise, Jamie couldn’t wait to see what they had planned for her next.
Chapter Six
At exactly twenty minutes after six, Brad and Logan came sauntering through the front door, carrying a bag of food—prepared at a local Italian restaurant—their briefcases, a few bottles of water…and a couple of metal bars.
Now, that was an interesting assortment.
Brad beamed at her as he carted the food into the kitchen. “Honey, we’re home. How was your day?”
Jamie, wearing a bed-sheet toga yet again, felt herself blushing from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. “It was pretty good.”
“Pretty good?” Logan echoed. “Only pretty good?”
“Okay, very good,” Jamie amended.
“That’s better.” The metal b
ars in his fists, Logan stalked toward her. “We’re going to make sure it ends on a higher note.”
“Mmmmm.” Although Jamie wasn’t scared, she still found herself backing away from him as he approached. “What are those metal bars for?” She dragged her sweaty palms down the sides of her thighs. Funny, but they’d been dry a couple minutes ago, before Logan and Brad had come home. Did they honestly have that much of an effect on her?
Of course they did!
“They’re called spreaders. And you’ll see what they’re for soon. Very soon.” Logan captured a lock of Jamie’s hair in his fingertips. “Did you enjoy your session?”
Not quite able to meet his gaze, Jamie, now sweating in a few other places, stared at his chest. That was one wide chest. And she knew how incredible it looked unclothed. “I did. That was some recording. I think you’ve missed your calling.”
Logan’s hand cupped her cheek. He lowered his mouth to hers but didn’t kiss her. His lips rested gently against hers. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She’d have to inhale to do that. Instead, she stood very still and tried to control the trembling spreading through her body.
“We have a lot more surprises in store for you this week. I can’t wait to tell you about them.”
Somehow, Jamie managed to inhale a tiny bit of air. “I can’t wait to hear about them.”
“First things first.” Logan touched the cool end of a spreader to her thigh. The metal felt almost icy cold against her warm skin. “Dinner.”
“I’m hungry,” she murmured.
“So are we.”
Logan released her and she slumped against the wall, grateful it was there to hold her up. Her knees felt as mushy as mashed potatoes.
“Dinner’s ready,” Brad called from the kitchen.
Jamie teetered toward the table and pulled out a chair.
Brad caught her wrist just as she was about to sit. “No. Sit here.” He placed her at the head of the table.
She thanked him then sat, swinging one knee over the other. “The food smells wonderful.”
“Just wait until you see the dessert.” Brad’s smile was beyond wicked.
He was one twisted puppy, but she was beginning to realize that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
“Please tell me it’s more of that chocolate sin from yesterday?” She tracked his movements with her eyes.
“I’m not saying a word.” He filled her plate with pasta, her bowl with tossed salad, her glass with water.
“No wine?” she asked, taking a sip.
“Later.”
They exchanged knowing smiles.
She got it—they wanted her sober.
Logan joined them a few moments later, and they all sat down to eat. She was starving but she was too jittery to eat a lot. Instead she nibbled in silence.
Brad eventually broke the comfortable silence. “Jamie, tell us about your most erotic experience.”
“That’s a no-brainer. These past twenty-four hours have been, without any doubt, my most erotic experience.” At Brad and Logan’s pleased expressions, she added, “Now don’t let that get to your head. It wouldn’t take much to top the runner-up.”
“Which was?”
“Um,” she felt her face heating with embarrassment. “Getting oral in the backseat of my car.”
Both men shook their heads. Brad stood, gathering his empty plate with Logan’s and carrying them to the counter. “You have no idea what you’ve been missing.”
“Actually, you’ve been showing me.” She tracked Brad’s movement as he returned to take her plate and bowl away too.
Logan rose to his feet as well. “This is just the beginning.” He gathered their used silverware and glasses while Brad fussed around in the kitchen, gathering things from the refrigerator. After dumping the dirty stuff in a sink full of bubbly water, Logan sauntered over to Jamie, cupped his hand behind her head and whispered against her lips, “How was dinner?”
“Delicious.”
He kissed her until she couldn’t breathe then released her with a Cheshire grin. “Yes, delicious. Ready for dessert?”
“I’m always ready for dessert.”
He scooped up the metal spreaders Jamie had all but forgotten about and gave her a hungry-man up-and-down look. “So am I.” Both bars gripped in one hand, he patted the table’s glossy top with the other.
“Tell me you don’t want me to lie on the table.”
“Of course I do.”
Wondering what he had planned, she glanced over at Brad. He was stirring something in a bowl.
“Okay.” She climbed on the table then gave Logan a what-next look.
“Lie down on your back.”
“Lie down?”
Holding up an index finger, Logan said, “Hang on,” then dashed out of the room. He returned a minute later with a pillow. “Here you go.” He plopped it down at one end of the table then patted it.
“It’s a good thing I’m petite. And this table is enormous.” She scooted into position and reclined back. “What are you up to?”
“You’ll enjoy every minute. Take my word for it.” Logan climbed on the table with her, straddling on bent knees over her body. First, he untied her toga. But he didn’t remove it. Then he bent down and, lifting her hands up over her head, kissed her. She liked that kiss very much. So much that she forgot she was lying on a table. But then she felt someone wrap something around her wrists.
Next thing she knew, her arms were tied in place, elbows bent, wrists together, hands a few inches above the top of her head. And she was dizzy after one of the best kisses of her entire life.
Her best friend was going to get something extra special for Christmas this year. Jamie owed her big-time.
Brad and Logan worked together, fastening leather cuffs around Jamie’s legs then attaching the cuffs to the metal spreader.
She was pretty much immobilized now.
Brad, holding the bowl, looked at her like she was tonight’s dessert. Standing at the foot of the table, where he had a clear view of her pussy, he licked his lips, and Jamie found herself mimicking him. “You look good enough to eat. Doesn’t she, Logan?”
Jamie was liking where this dessert thing seemed to be heading. Yes, indeed.
“She sure does look good enough to eat. In fact…” Logan pinched her nipples through her toga. “I think I need a taste. What’s this?” Like he didn’t know.
“My elbows,” she joked, grinning at him.
“Hmmm.” He pulled one of her hard nipples into his mouth, suckling it. Even with Egyptian cotton between her nipple and his tongue, the sensation was utterly delicious. So was the warm, rumbly groan he made.
Her heart rate kicked up a notch and a little sigh of contentment slipped between her lips.
“Enjoying your dessert?” Brad asked.
“Yes, I am,” Jamie answered.
“Me too,” Logan said, releasing her nipple to latch on to the other one. Little bolts of pleasure-pain buzzed through her body.
Brad set the bowl on the table. Jamie heard the heavy thunk. She couldn’t see him, though. Not with Logan bent over her, performing magic on her breasts.
Something touched her thigh. Then her pussy lips. Something warm and thick dripped on her, heating her already warm tissues.
“What is that?” she asked, arching her back. The sensation was unreal. Especially when he used a fingertip to spread the thick warm stuff over her clit. “Ohhhh. Whatever it is, I love it already.”
“My secret recipe.” Brad’s tongue flicked against her clit and she trembled from head to toe.
“You’ll have to give it to me later,” she mumbled as stars twinkled behind her closed eyelids. She was in heaven. This was beyond words.
Logan stopped sucking her nipple, yanked open the sheet. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He spread some of that warm stuff on her tits. “I’m going to taste every single inch of you. And then I’m going to fuck you. In the ass.”
The air escaped her lungs in a huff.
Her anus tensed.
Brad pushed one finger in her pussy. “I’m going to fuck you in the pussy. At the same time.”
“You’ll have both of us. That’s your dessert.”
Her heart rate launched into a fast gallop. She wanted to tell them no, but Brad was twirling his tongue around her clit, round and round and round. And Logan was doing the same thing with her nipple and the sound of two thick, hard cocks driving into her sounded like bliss. Already, she was about to come.
Logan, seeming to sense how close she was, stopped. Brad slowed down.
But before her blood pressure returned to normal, Logan had the dildo she’d used earlier in his hand. He showed it to her. “I’m going to play with this a little first, make sure you’re ready for me.”
Sweet Jesus, she was going to come, just from the look he was giving her.
He traded positions with Brad, moving down to the far end of the table. Brad settled himself over top of her, legs straddling her stomach. While Logan stroked her clit, fucked her pussy and eventually circled her anus with a well-lubricated finger, Brad sucked, licked and nipped her breasts, her neck and her earlobes. By the time Logan’s finger slipped into her anus, she was on the verge, once again, of a climax. She was tight and hot all over, trembling, her back arched off the table, her little gasps and moans filling the silence.
Logan removed his finger, placing the tip of the dildo at her entrance. “Okay. It’s time, baby. Open to me. Trust me.”
She relaxed her anus. The pleasure-pain started mild enough, but as he increased the pressure, it became almost unbearable. She fought to control her breathing, struggled to hold back her orgasm.
“Almost there. Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yes, oh God, yes.”
The toy slid inside and her self-control snapped. She was instantly swept into an intense orgasm. She heard her voice echoing through the room, not even realizing she’d screamed. Her anus rhythmically contracted around the toy, prolonging the pleasure.