Tied with a Bow Anthology, Vol. 2

by Morris, Raven

  “Let’s get you naked, Maddie.” He slid his palms up under her dress on the outside of her thighs and Maddie’s mouth went dry.

  Then he skimmed them upwards, taking the dress, and his thumbs slid over her hipbones. His hands could span her waist, testament to the length she’d felt against her abdomen back at the bar inside.

  His hands slid over her waist, causing butterflies to take flight in her midsection, and when they skimmed up over her breasts, she couldn’t stop the moan.

  “Soon, baby. Soon we’ll have you really moaning.”

  He lifted the dress over her head, leaving her there with just a thin scrap of silk between her legs that was more of a hindrance than anything at this point.

  He knelt beside the lounge chair.

  “Aren’t you going to get undressed?” she whispered, reaching out to run her hand over his chest.

  His hair was golden, the texture perfect against her palm. She found his nipple and rubbed it to a stiff peak.

  “God, that feels good.” He sucked in a breath when she tweaked it. “I’ll get naked in a little bit. Right now, it’s all for you. After all, it is your birthday, right? You deserve a gift.”

  This whole night as a gift.

  She’d always been curious about sex. Oh, she’d had it before, but nothing like this. Nothing titillating and fantasy-inducing. Her ex-boyfriend had considered dinner foreplay and fifteen minutes too long to stay awake afterwards—merely one of the reasons he was her ex-boyfriend. She’d read books and magazines and had considered going to an adult shop, but the town she’d grown up in was small enough that if she had, everyone would’ve known within minutes and she’d never have heard the end of it from her mother.

  What Mom didn’t know about her new home wouldn’t hurt anyone.

  He slid her panties down her legs, pausing every inch or so to place an open-mouth kiss on her skin, then nibbled the back of her knee. He raised her leg before sliding her panties over it and running his tongue along the sensitive skin there, causing her to shiver.

  Then he tightened her panties around her ankles.

  Maddie’s clit swelled when he sucked her toes. Each one, taking his sweet time, laving and sucking and licking each one just like she did when she gave head.

  She finally understood the power of suction. And knew the next time she gave a blow job, it’d do just that—blow the guy’s head off.

  She had a feeling it was going to be his. And she couldn’t wait to get him in her mouth.

  “Ah, yeah, baby, that’s it. Fuck me harder. Ride me! Ride me!” The couple next to them was right there, ready to get off, and Maddie found their excitement making hers greater.

  He tugged her panties off her feet, then spread her legs, inch by maddeningly slow inch as he pressed kisses on both of them, taking way too freaking long to get to the apex.

  “Yes, baby! Yes! Fuck me!” The woman moaned, long and guttural; it couldn’t be anything but an orgasm. One that went on and on if her keening had anything to do with it.

  Maddie writhed as her new-found friend took his sweet delicious time climbing up her thighs, teasing her with kisses just beyond where she wanted them, swirling his tongue at the crease where her butt met her leg, lifting one leg then the other, spreading her wide to the night air, the breeze tantalizing against her wet core, but not coming anywhere near satisfying the ache.

  “Lick me.” She had to ask for it. Had to say the words because it was all she could think about. All her body was straining to have done to it.

  “Touch your breasts for me,” he whispered gruffly. “Play with your nipples. I want to watch you enjoy yourself.”

  If he’d just eat her she’d really enjoy herself.

  But Maddie gave him what he wanted. Truthfully, it was no hardship. She knew just how she liked her nipples played with. The quick circles of her palm over them, the flicks of her nails against them, the feather-light brushes with fluttering fingers over her whole breast, then rolling the peaks between her fingers, plucking them as the tugging sensation grew in her clit.

  “Ah, yeah, Maddie, that’s it. You look so hot doing that.”

  She looked down at him, this new man, this stranger, between her thighs. She ought to know his name, but it was enough that his lips were covered in her wetness, his green eyes alight with need, her legs spread wide, her clit right there for the taking.

  She arched up. “Please. Eat me.”

  He groaned and sucked her clit into his mouth.

  Maddie couldn’t stop the groan as heat flooded her from her core in outward spirals of undulating waves.

  He flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin and worked his fingers into her pussy, some stroking, others prodding, a daring one slipping up to tease her ass.

  Maddie hooked her knees over the arms of the lounge chair, open and wide, aching for him to make her come.

  He licked her from one end to the other, his thumbs spreading her and he pushed his tongue inside, mimicking what she wanted his cock to do.

  But not yet. This felt so damn good.

  She squirmed when he rubbed her clit with his finger. She didn’t know what he did for a living but from the rough calloused feel, she was going to go with a carpenter and that was just fine with her. The friction and roughness felt utterly wonderful on her nerve endings.

  “That’s it, Maddie. Ride my touch.”

  She hadn’t realized it, but she was working herself up and down with her legs on the chair arms, creating the rhythm for them.

  His tongue slid back inside her, flicking quickly, and Maddie felt an answering flutter in the pit of her stomach.

  She palmed her breasts, squeezed them, rolling her nipples around with her thumbs. She wanted pressure there. She wanted him to suck her, but she didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

  Ah. That’s why there were so many men on the women. Maddie got it now.

  And then he slipped a finger into her ass—and, yes, she could imagine what it’d be like to have someone there, too.

  She must have said something out loud because he raised his head. “You okay?”

  The sight of her moisture on his face turned her on. “I need… that is… Would you mind if we had someone here to suck on my nipples?”

  His smile spread across his face. “Baby, not only wouldn’t I mind, I was about to suggest it.”

  He raised himself up on his elbows and looked over the hedge. “Finn!” he yelled. “I could use some help.”

  Maddie looked behind him, her breath disappearing as four guys showed up within that many seconds.

  They all looked at her hungrily, their cocks in their hands.

  “How about us, Mark? Can we join in?” one of them asked.

  Mark—nice to finally know his name—shook his head. “Sorry, guys, but this is the lady’s first time. Just Finn will do.”

  A guy—presumably Finn—walked through the others as they turned to go.

  “Wait.”

  Chapter 3

  Maddie was just as surprised as Mark that she’d spoken.

  But there was a twinkle in those gorgeous green eyes. “You want them to stay?”

  She looked at him. Then at the guys. Then at Finn. She took a deep breath and metaphorically grabbed for her most secret fantasy. “Yes.”

  A smile—a sexy, secretive, turned-on smile worked its way across his face. “Happy birthday, Maddie.”

  He looked back at the guys. “Grab a seat, gentlemen. It’s show time.”

  Finn ran his hand up her body from her crotch to between her breasts, then bent down and kissed her. It was a hot kiss, all tongue and lips, but it didn’t do for her what Mark’s had done.

  “You have beautiful tits,” said Finn, palming one. “I’m going to get you off just by sucking them.”

  He was more than welcome to try.

  Two guys sat on either side of her by her head, their knees drawn up as they played with themselves. One got creative and worked a finger into his ass. Maddie c
ouldn’t look away; it was so unexpected, so titillating to see someone finger themselves like that, especially when his eyes closed and she could tell he was so in the moment knowing she was watching him.

  Another guy stood behind her head. “I’m going to jerk myself off right over your gorgeous fucking mouth.”

  She leaned back and saw the long thick length of him, the head already almost purple, ready to explode beneath the condom. She swallowed and nodded.

  Mark’s tongue slicked over her clit.

  Maddie moaned and arched into his touch, the movement thrusting her breast into Finn’s mouth. He worked her nipple, flicking it with his tongue, his other hand doing everything she’d done to herself, but so much better because he didn’t have to stop to absorb the sensation. She always tried to roll with the flow when she masturbated, but when someone else did it, they didn’t know what was happening so they could keep building the pressure unrelentingly, and that’s exactly what Finn did.

  Mark sucked her clit into her mouth and his fingers were finding all her secret erotic spots, stroking and fucking, and slicking over every inch of her, spreading her wide, two fingers in her passage, another in her ass… She’d never done anal but she had a feeling after tonight she wouldn’t be able to say that anymore.

  “Fuck her harder,” the guy on her right said, his gaze honed in on her pussy where Mark licked her faster and harder than anyone ever had before. Mere boys, the men she’d been with before him. Mark knew exactly what he was doing.

  The guy moved down her body, reaching out to push her thigh up toward her chest. “That’s it. Open her more. Let me see.”

  He was breathing heavy and Mark moved on the lounge, giving the guy a better view.

  His eyes glazed with lust.

  “Yeah, that’s it.” His hand worked his cock harder, faster, pumping. She couldn’t see it, but she didn’t need to. The guy above her was working himself just as much, his balls jerking above her, that long thick vein throbbing.

  “Go slow,” she whispered, moaning when Finn bit gently down on her nipple. “Make it last.”

  They all must have thought she was talking to them, as they all slowed what they were doing.

  Okay, that worked. She’d meant the guy above her; she didn’t want him to blow his wad too quickly because she knew the minute someone did, it’d be over for her.

  “God, Maddie, you are luscious.” Mark licked her long and slow, from the back to the front, then twirled his tongue on her clit—her clit that was open and exposed for everyone to see, so swollen with need that she thought if he kept it up she’d come apart any second.

  The guy beside him got on his knees. “A taste. Please, can I just have one fucking taste of her juices?”

  He leaned in, not really waiting for anyone’s permission.

  Mark glanced up at her, their eyes meeting. “Okay with you?”

  Was she going to say no? Spread open for their pleasure—and hers—and someone else wanted to put his tongue on her? Hell no.

  She nodded, then arched into the sensation as the guy swooped in and sucked her into his hot, wet mouth, his tongue rough in a way Mark’s hadn’t been, and he stroked it over her, hard, and rough and ohmygod, the perfect contrast to Mark’s sensuous ride.

  She felt the orgasm coil inside her.

  “More,” she panted when he released her. “Someone else. More.”

  The guy on the other side got to his knees so quickly she couldn’t believe it, not with the state he’d been in.

  Mark rolled to his side, his fingers never leaving her pussy, slowly fucking her, three fingers at once. Maddie bore down on them, clenching around them while she waited for the other guy to lick her.

  And then he did, pushing his tongue against the underside of her clit, flat and thick and incessant, working her from that side, leaving the top aching and burning with need.

  “On top,” she panted, writhing against the hold the guys had on her thighs, her fingers clenching the guy’s ass above her.

  She pressed herself against the new mouth.

  Mark leaned up on his elbows again, and managed to get his tongue on her just where she wanted it.

  Dear God, she had two men’s mouths between her legs. Another one on her breasts, one over her, and one beside her while she was at their sweet mercy.

  And oh, was it sweet.

  Their tongues worked her from both angles and the sensation was unlike anything she couldn’t have fantasized. Though she had. What women hadn’t wanted two men to get her off?

  Maddie had five.

  She gripped the guy’s ass above her when the guy on her left sucked her breast into his mouth. Finn worked one and he worked another, both of them pumping their cocks in time to their own rhythm, and oh God, the feel of all these men working at their own pace, each stroke of their tongue turning her inside out and stretching her taught nerve endings even more. Where one sensation should have ended, someone else’s touch kept it going til she could barely catch her breath.

  She rocked against the men’s mouths, using her thighs to create the movement, twisting slightly back and forth to increase the friction.

  And the guy above her… she licked her lips. She wanted to suck him off so badly she could taste it.

  “Give me your cock,” she said, straining up to flick her tongue along the underside. “Let me taste you.”

  He jammed his thick hot rod between her lips so fast he stole her breath, jamming it to the back of her throat so that she had to instantly release those muscles or gag on him.

  He filled her mouth, a hot pulsing cock that would be perfect if not for the condom. She’d swallowed before and liked the feel of thick hot juices coating her tongue and her throat, that tug deep in her belly as a guy poured himself into her.

  Mark lifted her butt in his hands, now on his knees to get just the right angle, while the other guy slipped lower, his tongue probing all of her entrances.

  “Aw, fuck yeah, baby. Suck me off.”

  The guy above her bucked in her mouth. He gripped her head and drove himself into her, the upside down angle rubbing him flat against her tongue.

  Finn and his buddy were pumping themselves faster. She could feel the change in their rhythm as they sucked her nipples, now probably so long and engorged they’d never go back to normal and Maddie didn’t care. It felt so good to be so used, every nerve ending humming with the approaching release.

  Mark sucked her clit then flicked it, while the other guy pressed his tongue along the length slowly. He slipped it inside her pussy, swirling around like the vibrator she’d left at home, determined not to need one ever again—unless it was part of the sex play.

  Right now, there wasn’t any room for a vibrator as all of her fantasies came true.

  Finn gasped against her breast and went rigid. Moments later, the guy on her other breast did too, and she could feel their bodies shuddering as their orgasm ripped through them, the suction they had on her breast almost painful.

  Mark and the other guy eating her mouth never stopped moving. The guy fucking her mouth didn’t either. He picked up the pace, his ass clenching in her hands. She stroked his balls with her fingernails and that was all he needed. One long, loud hiss, then he arched his back, clenched his ass, and exploded against her tongue.

  Two seconds later, she exploded against Mark’s.

  A tidal wave of sensation roared through her, every muscle throbbing with the power of it.

  She shoved her hands beneath Finn and the other guy, somehow, she didn’t know how, and yanked her knees back toward her chest, needing to be as open as possible to feel every single part of their touch and take every greedy shiver of need that rocketed through her.

  The guy with Mark slid away from her, his fingers replacing his tongue and she heard him grunt out his release.

  “Fuck, yeah, eat her, Mark. Eat that pussy ’til there’s nothing left inside her.”

  Mark, amazing, long-lasting Mark, did as he’d been ordered. He s
licked his tongue over every exposed inch of her, dragging every last drop of come and feeling in her body out through that one bundle of nerves that was centered on his mouth and only his mouth.

  Well, and his fingers. He had at least three inside her and Maddie clamped down around them, milking them as she would his cock because he was going to fuck her. He was going to climb right up on this lounge chair and shove his big glorious dick into her aching pussy and take her while the rest of them watched.

  The image sent her over the top again and she came, loud, and panting, and crying out “Fuck me, Mark,” with every beat of her heart.

  And then he did. He was in her—she felt the rasp of his pants that he hadn’t yet removed against her ass—and he was fucking her so hard and deep it was as if he’d never leave her body.

  Hands—so many hands—roamed over her. They fucked her mouth, they trace her ears, they rubbed her nipples. They slid between her and Mark and found her tender throbbing clit, and they brought her to orgasm once more.

  Which took Mark over the edge. He came into her, his back arched, the muscles in his neck frozen in stark relief beneath the skin in the soft torch light ringing the patio, his face so tight with his release he looked to be carved from marble, and he poured his release inside of her.

  For a few seconds there was silence. A few heartbeats of blood rushing through her ears, her release throbbing with it, and then the night sounds returned. Crickets playing their charade, the soft gurgle of the pool’s waterfall, the muted sounds of the party going on inside.

  Maddie opened one eye then the other.

  Mark’s green eyes were blazing into hers.

  He smiled and she couldn’t help but answer it with one of her own.

  And then there was clapping.

  Startled, Maddie looked around.

  Above the hedges ringing their supposedly secluded spot, looked to be everyone at the party. Some were dressed, others not, but they were all looking at her and Mark.

  And Finn.

  And the guy she’d sucked.

  The one who’d eaten her and the one who’d sucked her breast.