She pulled his lips down to hers, kissing him hard. “Thank you both for my song. I loved it.”
“It was mostly Justin. I only helped with a line or two. Just when he gets stuck.”
“It doesn’t matter who did what. Now let’s get out of here.”
Linc looked confused. “Where are we going?”
She stood up and tugged at his arm. “I’m taking both of you home. Now.”
Justin was suddenly standing right next to her. “What’s going on?”
“Good, you’re here. Can you leave Cheryl in charge?”
Justin nodded. “Sure we can. What’s the hurry?”
She glanced over her shoulder and was relieved to see Gabe was deep in conversation with Brayden and Falk. She turned back to her men.
“I’m in a hurry because I want to get you both home.” She kept her voice down so only they could hear. “I want both of you making love to me as soon as possible.”
Linc caught the attention of a passing waitress. “Tell Cheryl she’s in charge. We’re heading home.” He smiled. “We’re heading home. I like the way that sounds.”
Justin nodded. “Me, too. I say we get our bookworm there and never let her go.”
Chapter Twelve
The song seemed to have worked. Leah had dragged the two of them all the way home as fast as legally possible. Luckily, they didn’t live far from the club. Linc had scooped her up in his arms and Justin was pulling her shoes off as they walked in the front door.
“Wait!” Leah held up her hand. “You didn’t close the door. You don’t want any critters taking up residence in your house.”
“Our house,” Justin corrected, kicking the door shut with his foot and sliding his hand under her dress and tugging at her panties. She giggled and turned pink.
“Behave yourself until we get in the bedroom. The drapes are wide open.”
Linc laughed and carried her into the bedroom, tossing her on the bed. “We live in the middle of nowhere, baby. Unless we have a stalker, no one’s going to see. We could have sex outside and no one would be around.”
Linc’s eyes lit up and Leah looked horrified at the suggestion. “Uh-uh, I am not having sex outdoors. It’s fucking cold out there.”
Justin nodded. “She’s right. Too cold, even in Florida. We’ll have to wait for summer.”
Leah shook her head. “No way. Mosquitoes would eat our private parts. There are certain places I don’t want to be itchy, and my private parts are at the top of the list.”
Justin went for her panties again, tugging them down her flailing legs and tossing them across the room. She was only pretending to struggle. She was giggling the entire time. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “I believe you said something about eating private parts?”
Her legs fell open in invitation. “I did say something, didn’t I?”
He pressed her thighs apart, breathing in the scent of her arousal. Her pussy was already swollen and wet, ready for him to do whatever he pleased. She had a few fun requests tonight, but then so did he. He liked to play games in the bedroom and he had a good one planned.
He ran his finger down her wet slit and pressed inside of her tight cunt. Her muscles contracted around him and added a second digit, finding her sweet spot. Her head fell back and her lips parted with a sigh when he licked her clit. Linc was pushing the top of her dress down so her breasts were exposed and playing with her nipples, visibly hard through the sheer lace.
As sexy as her bra and panties were, Justin was going to have a talk with her about wearing undergarments at all. They simply got in the way.
He traced the folds of her pussy, licking up the honey she made. Her flavor was sweet and musky and he could have stayed down there all night, except he wanted to play his game. He ran his tongue around and around her clit, feeling it swell even more under his tongue.
“Come for me, honey.”
Between his mouth on her clit, and Linc’s on her nipples, Leah didn’t stand a chance holding back. She screamed and trembled as he tortured her little nub until she was gasping and begging for respite. He sat up and waggled his eyebrows.
“Only the beginning. I’ve got a surprise for you I hope you’ll like.”
Her eyes were closed but she had a satisfied smile on her face. “Another one? The song was the first. What’s the second?”
“Linc, lift her off the bed for a minute.”
Linc chuckled, but did as Justin asked. He wasn’t sure if Linc knew what was coming, but he knew Linc would play along. He may act more serious than Justin, but Linc had a devilish streak a mile wide.
When Linc had Leah in his arms, Justin tore back the comforter and blankets, leaving only the sheets.
“Ta-da!”
Linc started laughing so hard, Justin thought he might drop Leah. Leah looked amazed and then started laughing with him. He knew she’d love this. She was as playful as he was.
He pulled the game spinner out of the drawer in the bedside table.
“A game of Twister. Loser gets a spanking and tied to the bed.”
* * * *
Her playful Justin had replaced the usual bedsheets with sheets imprinted with a Twister game. It was sexy and fun and she couldn’t wait to play. It was too bad losing had such a great prize. She didn’t like losing much, but if she received a spanking it wouldn’t seem like a defeat.
Justin popped open the button on his jeans and Linc did the same. “Strip, baby. This game is Naked Twister.”
She didn’t hesitate, pulling her already disheveled dress off and tossing it on a chair. She knelt on the bed, watching her men’s bodies revealed inch by inch.
Damn, they look hot.
Justin was her golden god with his blond hair, blue eyes, and muscular build. Linc was her pirate with his dark hair and eyes, goatee, and wide shoulders leading down to a washboard stomach. She leaned forward and licked at his abs, feeling the muscles tense underneath her tongue and his cock jerk in reaction. He stepped away quickly.
“Easy. We have a game to play. You don’t want to disappoint Justin, do you?”
What she really wanted to do was trace the ridges on their bellies one by one with her tongue, but the game would come first.
She sat back on her heels. “So who gets to spin first?”
Justin pushed the spinner toward her. “Ladies first, honey.”
She spun and smiled. “Right hand red. My favorite color.”
Within ten minutes, they were laughing, tangled and twisted together on the gigantic bed. It was easy to see she was going to lose. The men had a huge advantage with their long arms and legs, not to mention a foot of height on her. She could barely stretch from one side of the bed to another, only her toes on “left foot green.”
Justin spun a “right hand blue” and reached under her, brushing her nipples before settling on the circle. Linc spun “right hand yellow” and let his fingers trail through her already wet pussy, circling her clit, on the way to their destination.
“No fair. You’re cheating.”
Linc chuckled. “All’s fair in love and Twister. You can cheat, too, if you want. We won’t mind.”
Her stomach fluttered when he used the word love. Did he love her? Did Justin?
She spun a “right foot red” and groaned inwardly. It was all the way on the other side of the bed. She stretched out her leg, inching her toes toward the red disc. No way could she even try to touch or torture her men without falling on her ass. Already, she had her legs stretched wide, leaning forward on her hands, with her pussy in the air for all to see. Justin was behind her and he leaned over and nibbled on her ass cheek, causing her to almost topple over, her balance precarious.
She looked down between her legs at his amused expression. “It’s not funny, Justin.”
His lips twitched. “No, indeed it isn’t.” He spun a “right foot yellow” and easily moved around her, letting her feel his hard cock brush her ass cheek on the way. Linc had his turn, also easily moving i
nto place. His hard cock was now mere inches from her face and she licked her lips, wanting to take it in her mouth and suck on it until he came down her throat.
She spun and almost threw the spinner across the room. It was “right hand red.” She’d be sprawled in some weird position she could never hold. She took a deep breath and inched her hand across the bed slowly, her ass lowering slightly. When she was about a millimeter from safety, Justin leaned forward and circled her back hole with his tongue. She cried out at the sensation and went down like a house of cards, her men following her, getting their arms and legs tangled together.
She pushed their heavy appendages off her and sat up giving them the stink eye.
“You cheated. Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater,” she taunted.
Linc rolled over on the bed laughing. “I’m going to be eating something soon, but it won’t be pumpkin. It’ll be pussy.”
She loved seeing him so happy and carefree. She wanted him to be this happy every day. She also desperately wanted him to eat her pussy.
Linc levered up and sat on the edge of the bed, patting his lap. “Over my knees, Leah. You lost. We won. You owe us a spanking.”
She wanted this but didn’t want to make it too easy. They’d had so many things come to them easily in the last years. She didn’t want to be one of them. She stood and crossed her arms over her breasts and scowled at them.
“I want a rematch. A fair one.”
Justin lounged against the pillows like a sultan. “Do you think the outcome would be any different if we played fair? It just would have taken longer. The sooner you lose, the sooner we can have some real fun.”
Shit, she couldn’t argue with his logic. She’d been egging them on about a spanking and bondage for weeks. They’d dragged their heels and talked about building trust before they got kinky. They’d spanked her during sex, of course, but this was different. This was submissive in a way she’d never dreamed, but wanted badly.
Why am I standing here acting like this wasn’t my idea?
Linc patted his legs again and she knelt down on the floor and leaned over his muscular thighs, the rough hair erotic against her bare skin. Justin came around to help and lifted her further over until her ass was in the air and her palms were on the floor. She kicked her feet a little but Justin easily caught her ankles and controlled them.
“No kicking, honey. You’ll take out an eye. You know what they say. It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye. And ‘sorry’ doesn’t put back an eye.”
She could actually hear the smirk in Justin’s voice and kicked at him one more time. He chuckled and anchored her legs wide apart, every wet inch of her pussy on display.
Linc’s hand rubbed circles on her ass cheeks, warming up the skin. She was already painfully aroused and he’d barely touched her. Just the thought of being spanked had her on the edge of orgasm. She was probably making a puddle on Linc’s thighs.
Linc reached between her legs and fondled her clit. “Say you want it, Leah. Ask me to spank you.”
The blood was rushing to her head and she braced her palms on the floor. “Please spank me.”
For a moment she didn’t think he was going to do it, but then his hand came down on her bottom. He didn’t spank her very hard, just enough to send heat to her cunt and make her squirm for more. His hand began raining down on her ass, getting harder with every stroke. She was moaning and wriggling, but Justin held her firmly in place. She rubbed her clit against Linc’s leg, trying to get herself over as the heat from the spanking sent pleasure to every corner of her body.
Linc paused and played with her pussy, torturing her swollen nub and making her beg for release.
“I need to come! Let me come.” Her voice sounded strained and weak.
“Look at the way she’s rubbing against me, Justin. Like a cat.” Linc smacked her bottom hard. “No coming yet. It will be better if you wait.”
She called him a nasty name that only made him laugh. Justin anchored her more firmly in place so she couldn’t get any pressure on her clit. Linc resumed spanking her and didn’t stop until her bottom was white hot and her pussy was clenching with need.
Linc and Justin helped her to her feet before laying her on the bed. She winced as her sore bottom brushed the sheets. Linc pulled her arms over her head while Justin pulled an ankle wide. They were restraining her to the bed with padded cuffs just like in the book she had given Justin to read. Her arousal hitched up several more notches. She’d read about this but the reality was much more exciting. Before she knew it, she was tied spread-eagle to the bed. She felt a little sorry for the fictitious heroine. She’d been tied to the bed like Leah, but the heroine didn’t have Justin and Linc.
Justin perched between her splayed legs and ran a finger down her drenched slit.
“Look how shiny her pussy and thighs are. She’s very turned on. I’ve got to taste her honey.”
Yes, yes, yes.
Justin’s tongue teased every inch of her cunt, slowly tracing her folds and flitting over her clit. She pulled at the restraints but they wouldn’t budge. The feeling of helplessness moved her closer to orgasm and she was teetering on the edge in moments. Linc licked and nipped at her nipples, sending spirals of pleasure to her abdomen. She needed to come and she needed to come now.
She opened her mouth to beg, but screamed instead as Justin’s lips closed over her button, scraping the side lightly with his teeth. The restraints added an entirely new dimension to her climax as she shook and trembled with each wave. When she could finally open her eyes and talk, she saw two grinning men looking very satisfied with themselves, as if they’d invented the wheel or discovered fire.
“Stop grinning.”
Linc stroked his goatee, his smile turning devilish. “For someone at our mercy, you sure are bossy. Seems to me like you should show some respect. Call me Sir.”
She gritted her teeth. She was going to poison Linc’s food when he untied her.
“Sir. Please stop grinning, Sir.”
Justin body shook trying to hold in his laughter. “What about me? I want a title, too. Call me Admiral.”
She wanted to kick him in the balls. They both had entirely too much self-esteem. Too many women had pandered to their egos over the years.
“You don’t even own a boat. I’ll call you Golden Boy. How’s that?”
Justin’s eyes narrowed and his lips pursed.
Oh shit.
Linc lounged back on the bed. “You’ve done it now, baby. You’ve awakened the beast. He hates to be called that, you know.”
That was exactly why she’d said it, but now it didn’t seem like such a good idea. Justin was fishing around in the nightstand for something and giving her an evil grin. He crowed in triumph and held it up for her inspection.
“What is it?”
Justin chuckled. “Nipple clamps. Give me a hand here, Linc. Miss Bookworm is going to show me some respect.”
Within seconds they had each taken a nipple in their mouth and sucked it taut and hard, before attaching the clamps. The metal bit into her nipple and she had to relax and breathe through the pain. Already her pussy was responding by dripping honey on the sheets and down her thighs. They were watching her closely waiting for her to yell or scream for them to be removed. By the time she’d caught her breath to do just that, she didn’t want them taken off after all. Although the feeling of constant pressure on her nipples was unusual, it felt good. Very good.
She felt the heat sweep through her body when Linc delved into her pussy.
“She loves it. She’s soaking the sheets with her cream. Looks like you’re going to have to find another way to make her call you Admiral.”
She moaned as Linc started finger-fucking her, his thumb grazing her clit. Justin sat back with a thoughtful expression.
“I have just the thing for her.” He reached into the drawer beside the bed again and Leah shook her head. She couldn’t take much more stimulation.
“Admiral.
Admiral, okay.”
A smile played around Justin’s mouth. “Admiral what?”
She sighed. “Stop grinning, Admiral.”
He closed the drawer and sat back on his heels with a smile. “Thank you, honey. I like it when you call me Admiral. And by the way, I do own a boat. A yacht. It’s docked in Miami. We’ll have to take it down to the Keys sometime.”
She rolled her eyes. “I should have known. I forget who you are sometimes.”
His expression turned soft. “That’s what I love about you. You don’t give a shit who I am or what I have.”
She felt her heart turn over in her chest. “You love me?”
It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Of course. What do you think that song was all about? Friendship and deep respect?”
She felt tears prick the back of her eyes. “I didn’t want to assume anything. I love you, too.”
Justin pointed to a grinning Linc. “He loves you, too, by the way. You’ve got us wrapped around your pretty little finger. Luckily, we like it that way.”
Linc shrugged. “She already knows I love her.”
Leah tried to twist in the restraints to look Linc in the eye. “I didn’t! How was I supposed to know you loved me? You never told me.”
Linc had the nerve to look outraged. “I told you I couldn’t read. I’ve never told that to a living soul. Of course I love you. You had to know it. I bared my soul to you.”
Leah chewed her lip, realizing she should have known it. Linc was a strong man who kept his own counsel. He never would have told her something as deeply personal as that if he hadn’t loved her.
“You’re right. I should have known. I love you, too. Both of you, so much. But this is wrong. All wrong.”
Both men frowned and she laughed. “You’re not supposed to tell a woman you love her when she’s tied to the bed. It’s tacky. You’re supposed to tell her with candlelight and champagne.”
Linc stroked his chin. “What are we supposed to do when the woman we love is tied to the bed?”
Leah giggled, her heart full of love for these men. “You’re supposed to fuck her. I’ve been waiting patiently.”
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