by Roni Loren
Keats added a finger inside her, his now sharing space with Colby’s, and her hands curled against the wall as the two men stretched and stimulated her. Their fingers moved in easy rhythm inside her, one sliding downward while the other sank deep, their knuckles grazing each other on the exchange. The image was enough to nearly do her in. They were both inside her, both mouths sucking and laving at her with sexy, wet sounds. Her body clenched around their invasion, everything so slick and alive with sensation that she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand much longer.
“I’m not going to last,” she whispered.
Colby spoke against her skin. “We didn’t say you had to. Take what you need, baby. Come for us.”
And with that, they both increased the speed and enthusiasm of their oral assault. She couldn’t tell who was where when. It felt like a hundred tongues and hands touching and devouring her at once. Her teeth clenched, the wired tension inside her coiling tight, tight, tighter.
Colby’s blunt nails dug into her flesh, and his tongue pressed against her right as Keats swirled his tongue around her clit. She lost it. Sparking energy raced over her skin, and she cried out, her neck arching and her heels lifting. Colby shifted his hold quickly, grabbing her hips and keeping her in place as they continued to kiss and taste her everywhere.
She gasped through the orgasm, harsh sounds coming out of her, and finally her knees really did give way. Both men backed off, guiding her downward until she was on her knees in front of Keats, Colby’s arms wrapped around her waist to keep her from tipping over.
She let her forehead rest on Keats’s shoulder as she breathed her way down from her intense release.
“You okay, George?” Keats asked softly as he ran a hand over her head.
“Definitely okay,” she said, repeating her words from earlier and smiling against his shoulder.
“Good,” Colby said, “because we’re not done with you.” He slid his hands up to her breasts, caressing. “Because I know when you watched from your window and imagined what having two men would be like, your mind went to where we’re about to take you.”
Oh, God. She bit her lip, knowing what he was suggesting.
“I bet that’s when you played with your other vibrator, testing out how it would feel to be oh-so-full and helpless.”
Keats groaned along with her. And Colby was absolutely right. She’d imagined it then. But she’d imagined it a lot more lately. “I don’t even know if I can . . .”
Colby turned her around, his eyes catching her gaze. Despite the dirty talk and the commanding tone in his voice, his hazel eyes were tender when he looked at her. “We want you, Georgia. All of you. But know that we would never hurt you. You know how to stop things.”
She inhaled deeply and reached out to trail her fingers along his beard. “I don’t want to stop.”
He smiled and leaned forward as if to kiss her, but then stopped himself short, always respecting her boundaries if they hadn’t discussed some act yet. He touched his forehead to hers instead. “Go in my room and wait for us on the bed. We’ll be just a minute.”
“Okay.”
She let him help her up, and he gave her a pat on her ass before she headed toward the bedroom. “There’s a blindfold in the top drawer of my dresser. Take it out and tie it over your eyes once you’re kneeling on the bed.”
A little shiver went through her and she nodded. A few minutes later, she was arranged how he asked—kneeling on the bed with a red sash tied over her eyes. Every nerve in her body seemed to be standing at attention, and she had to take a few deep breaths to center herself. She wasn’t scared. She had no doubt that Colby and Keats would take care of her and would stop if anything was too much. They’d proven that each time they were together. If she needed to slow down, they did. If she had questions, they were answered. And they were always so tender with her after an intense night—bathing her, soothing any aches or pains with salve, tucking her into bed. Colby had even given her the option of not doing anything that would leave a lingering mark. But she’d declined the offer. She’d never admit it out loud to anyone, but the faint bruises and rope burns she’d gotten from their nights together gave her some strange sense of pride. Those marks said she was brave and daring. They were proof she was taking chances again. Signs of her old self. So right now, she was ready to give them whatever they wanted.
For so long, she’d felt so unbelievably scared and vulnerable, questioning everyone and everything around her, always on guard. Every time she went out, she still had to fight the urge. But here with Colby and Keats she could let all of that go. She could tear away the defenses and literally leave herself naked and at their mercy without fear. Somehow she felt more free in this moment than she had in a year, even though she was giving over complete control. This was her get-out-of-jail-free card.
Footsteps sounded somewhere off to her right, and she knew she was no longer alone. She licked her lips, trying to stay still. A hand touched her shoulder and she jumped.
“Easy, there,” Colby said. “We’re here with you now.”
She nodded. The bed dipped and more hands touched her waist—Keats had climbed behind her. “We’re going to make you feel so good, George.”
Hands and mouths coasted over her and she tilted her head back. The guys were being gentle, warming her skin again, sampling every inch of her, kissing away any nerves that might’ve lingered.
Colby’s fingers glided over her sex, and she nearly sagged into him to hold herself up. “Look how wet you are for us. So gorgeous. Blindfolded, nipples hard and damp from our mouths, pussy lips swollen and shiny.”
“You have a dirty mouth, Colby Wilkes,” she said softly.
“Mmm,” he said, a smile in his voice. “Good thing you like that kind of filth.”
“You’re a bad influence.”
“I hope so.” He teased her entrance with the tip of his finger and she made a needy sound.
“What’s wrong?” Keats asked as he wrapped his hands around her breasts from behind and kneaded them in his palms.
She panted through the surge of desire. Usually, she was all for a long night of foreplay, but her body was demanding the full show.
“I think we’re torturing her with our patience,” Colby said, though he sounded none too apologetic about it. “How about we give her something to focus on? Keats, lie back on the bed so I can tie you down.”
Georgia groaned, wishing all of a sudden she didn’t have the blindfold on. The men moved around her, and she could only imagine what it looked like. Keats splayed out on the bed, Colby tying him to the headboard. Another surge of need went straight downward.
The wait seemed endless, and it was a good ten minutes before Colby’s hands were on her shoulders again. But thankfully, he was in the mood to give her a reward. He guided her to turn around on the bed, then tugged the blindfold off. When her eyes adjusted to the lamplight, she found six feet of blond, built, aroused man spread out in front of her.
“Good God,” she said, genuinely awed at the sight.
Colby had looped rope around Keats from elbows to wrists and then tied each hand to the headboard. Keats also had a length of rope looped around his chest. His cock stood long and proud, and his gaze was solely on her.
“He’s only here for your pleasure tonight, Georgia,” Colby said, massaging her shoulders. “You can use him however you want. Right, Keats?”
“Yes, sir. I’m gladly providing my services.” He sent Georgia a shameless grin.
“He doesn’t get to come until you and I do. Understand?”
“Yes,” Georgia said, her voice sounding breathy and light to her own ears. “I can do what I want with him.”
“Yes, you can,” Colby said. “But if he’s here for your pleasure, you’re here for mine.”
Goose bumps chased across her skin.
“The question is,
what would you like to do to him first?”
She let her gaze track over all that smooth tattooed skin and then let it linger on the glistening tip of his cock. “I’d like to taste him.”
Keats groaned.
“Keats, you’re a lucky man. Go ahead.”
Georgia situated herself between Keats’s knees and lowered her head to wrap her lips over the crown of his cock. She didn’t go any farther but rolled her tongue around the head and then teased the slit. He made a soft grunt, and she smiled to herself. Torturing him could be kind of fun. She let her hands slide up his legs, rubbing circles on his inner thighs with her thumbs, and then got oh-so-close to his testicles before dragging her hands down again.
“Ah, fuck,” Keats said, arching a bit. “She’s taking sadist lessons.”
“I like watching you two play,” Colby said, stretching out next to them and taking in the view. He was still in his shirt and tie from his meeting, but his erection was a prominent outline against his slacks, and he stroked it almost idly with that big hand of his. Him being fully clothed while she and Keats didn’t have a stitch on made Georgia even hotter. “I could get used to this. Spread your legs, Georgia, and touch yourself while you suck him.”
She hummed as a new wave of arousal went through her, and Keats made a pained sound again. She took Keats farther into her mouth and lowered her hand between her legs. Even the light touch had her wanting to go over. But she was learning the art of patience and kept her strokes slow.
“That’s it,” Colby said. “Tease yourself while you tease him.”
Colby unzipped his pants slowly and slipped his cock free. His size was still overwhelming each time she saw it, but knowing what he had planned tonight had a new anxious flutter going through her. She had no idea if she could take him that way. But God knows she was willing to try.
“I like how you’re looking at me,” he said, giving himself a long stroke. “Are you imagining what it’s going to feel like when we’re both inside you? Because I know that’s what I’m imagining. How tight and hot you’re going to feel around me. How it’s going to feel to have two cocks rubbing against each other inside you.”
“Fuck,” Keats said, his hands fisting as he arched in the bindings.
She seconded that emotion and had to move her hand away from herself for a moment so that she wouldn’t take it too far. Colby smiled, like he knew exactly how he was affecting her.
She went on, sucking Keats and dropping lower to lick his balls and nuzzle him. She took her time and brought him to the brink a few times. All while teasing herself and riding the edge along with him. Colby watched them with heated interest. She knew then that she was definitely more than a voyeur. There was a whole other level of intensity when someone was watching—especially when it was Colby. Because when he looked at her, it was like the devil planning his list of temptations and sins. She couldn’t wait to check off the list.
Finally, when Keats started panting, Colby reached out and gripped the back of Georgia’s neck. “Enough. Get off the bed and stand beside it.”
She scooted off the bed and followed the instruction. When Colby moved to stand in front of her, he pulled something from his pocket—a small vibrator with elastic straps.
“Step into this. Keats can’t use his hands, and I want you flying high for this. It will be easier for you.”
She swallowed hard and stepped into the straps. The elastic positioned the little silicone vibrator against her clit. Colby hit a button and she gasped as the low-level vibration moved against her already sensitive flesh.
“Now, climb on top of Keats and get his condom on.”
He handed her a condom, and she made her way back onto the bed and over Keats’s body. Keats’s gaze had gone hooded, and he was watching her like he wanted to eat her bite by bite. A beautiful, wicked man spread out for her enjoyment. She’d heard of being house poor. Right now she was man rich.
Colby stepped to the front of the bed and reached for the black-and-white cityscape hanging above it. He lifted it off the hook and took it away from the wall. A mirror hung behind it. Colby moved a latch and the whole thing angled forward, giving them a perfect shot of the bed. Georgia found herself staring at her wanton reflection.
“Might as well enjoy the view, right?” Colby said, those lips curling up at one corner. “I know I will.”
For a second, she couldn’t take her eyes off the scene in the mirror. Her naked, aroused body. Keats spread out beneath her. It was like some erotic painting. Her gaze stayed fixed on the scene as she rolled the condom on Keats, and Colby positioned himself behind her, his big body radiating heat.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Colby asked, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.
“It’s amazing. And you really are a deviant. Who has a hidden mirror?”
Colby smiled and laced his fingers in her hair, then turned her head to the side so he could lean in and kiss her. The kiss was deep and full, and he didn’t try to hide the need in it. She gave herself over to it, to him. Her whole body dialed up to eleven. In this moment, she’d probably give this man anything.
When he pulled away, the look he gave her nearly undid her. “I’m ready for you, gorgeous. You ready for us?”
The question seemed to hold more weight—like he wasn’t just asking if she was physically ready. Like there was more to ask. And what those hazel eyes held scared her.
But she managed to whisper, “I’m ready.”
He released her hair and moved his hands to her waist. The vibrator hummed steadily against her—enough to torture but not send her over. “We’re going to take good care of you, baby. Just listen to what I say and you’ll be fine.”
“I know,” she said, meaning it.
“Good girl.” He kissed her shoulder. “You’re going to need to let Keats in first.”
“Excellent plan,” Keats said with a drunk-on-lust grin. She had to smile back. She loved that they could still be playful in bed. She’d worried that with Colby’s dominance, it would be formal. But both men liked to laugh and have fun along with everything else.
She lowered herself, taking Keats in slowly, the stretching of her body jostling the vibrator against her clit and making her eyes want to roll back. God. Keats was gifted in his own right, and she felt full with only him in there. She seated him deep, and Keats’s eyes fell closed.
Colby’s tie brushed against the top curve of her ass, and then his hand was on her. Their gazes met in the mirror as he slid two slick fingers between her cheeks, finding her back entrance. Those warm fingers made a slow circle around her opening, massaging the lubricant over it, and she had trouble keeping the groan to herself. His mouth moved close to her ear. “Fuck him, Georgia. But don’t you dare come.”
That would be a miracle if she could manage that. She lifted her hips, drawing Keats almost all the way out, and then dipped down again. Up and down, up and down. Her focus moved fully to Keats, who was watching them both with rapt interest—his belly rising and falling with strained breaths. “I could die right now and be happy,” he said, his voice like sandpaper.
“We’ll try not to kill you,” she said as Colby’s fingers continued to move over her, getting her slick and aching. “But no promises.”
“Lie over him, baby,” Colby said after another few minutes.
She draped her body over Keats and rocked forward, letting him slide out almost all the way and then sinking against him again. That movement enlightened her on why Colby had wrapped the rope around Keats’s chest. With every thrust, her nipples were now rubbing against the soft hemp. Evil, evil man.
Colby’s finger moved against her ass again. “Relax and let me in, baby. Push out and it will make it easier.”
She’d been riding the edge so long now that relaxing her muscles actually came easy. She wanted him in. She needed to feel him. One finger slid in and then another. The
sensation was like a rocket booster to her arousal. She made a guttural sound and pressed her forehead against Keats’s shoulder.
“That’s it. So good,” Colby said, his pleasure clear. “You’re doing so good.”
His fingers moved inside her, scissoring gently and stretching her, as she continued to fuck Keats slowly. Everything in her wanted to come right this very minute, but she fought hard to keep it at bay.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can last,” she said.
“I don’t want to rush you or hurt you, baby,” Colby said, his slow thrusting continuing.
Another spark of arousal went through her and her fingers gripped the sheets. “Can we try? I’m hanging by a thread. And I want to try—”
“Anything hurts, you tell me to stop,” he said, command in his voice.
“I promise.”
“Stay still for a second then,” he said, shifting behind her.
She glanced up, the angle of the mirror affording her part of a view of Colby behind her. He hadn’t taken his clothes off, but his fly was undone and he was pouring lube into his hand. He rubbed it over his cock until it was shiny and glistening. She was mesmerized by the sight of it.
Then he was getting into position behind her. He pushed fingers into her again, separating them inside her and opening her, preparing her. Keats was trembling beneath her. She imagined it was taking a lot of work on his part to stay so still. He had to be close to coming, too. But the look on his face was pure rapture. He was being denied, but he was into this one hundred percent.
Colby’s fingers slipped out of her and something much bigger nudged her backside. A bolt of panic moved through her. He felt impossibly big. Maybe she’d misjudged what she could take.
“Colby, I—”
“It’s okay,” he said, squeezing her hip. “You can take me. You just have to relax and let me in. I’ll go slow.”