“You two are fucking trouble.”
“Language, Megan.” Eric leaned forward and pinched one of her nipples between his fingers, twisting it until she was whimpering and struggling to keep the candle still.
“You want to do the honors, Eric?”
“Oh no, the candle was your genius idea. Please, go ahead. I’ll figure out how to entertain myself.” Eric smiled and released the vice-like grip on her nipple to trail his hand down her stomach while she tried her best to stay still. When Colby finally lifted the candle from her she took a deep breath in relief, but it was short lived.
“New rule, Megster. Make too much noise and we punish you. No screaming, okay?” His blue eyes were dancing with mischievous glee, and she gritted her teeth before nodding. There was no denying the excited ripple that moved down her spine as she waited, clenching her hands as she prepared herself for the ride. The first tilt of the candle sent a searing shock of pain through her and she jerked against the ropes as the hot wax slid over her skin and began to harden in the cool air. She managed to keep her mouth closed against the whine, and Colby just tilted his head as he watched her adjusting to the new sensation, endorphins flooding back in to fill the mental space as the pain faded.
“Good girl, Megan.” Eric growled as his hand brushed between her thighs, one finger sliding between the lips of her pussy as if to remind her of just how wet she was.
“Oh, fu-” she cut the curse off, biting her lip as Colby spilled more wax over her breasts. The heat was vicious for a moment, but it quickly cooled and left her nipple taut under a case of dark blue wax.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been a bigger fan of our school colors than right now. What do you think, Eric?”
“Hmmm, I’m not sure. I think we need a little more on her before I make a decision.”
“I agree.” Colby smiled and repeated the motion, dripping the wax slowly over her other breast. She bucked against the bonds, pressing her nails into her palms as she waited for the scalding heat of the wax to fade and leave her gasping. “Hmmm, this is so pretty, but we need to wait for a little more wax to build up. It’ll be too hot right now. Know anything we can do in the mean time?”
The guys looked at each other over her and then Eric slid a finger inside her, followed quickly by another that had her arching off the table. “Oh my God…” she whined, tilting her hips up towards his hand.
“Here’s a good rule we can add. No coming without permission, Megan.” Eric smiled as his thumb landed on her clit and began slow, torturous circles that had her whimpering. “Ever played with orgasm control?”
“If by orgasm control you mean see-how-many-times-she-comes-before-she-begs-you-to-stop, then, yeah.” Colby laughed and Eric rolled his eyes before tormenting her even more by increasing the delicious pressure over her clit.
“I was actually asking Megan, but I’m sure she’d like to play that game with you when we’re done with this one.” Eric grinned, keeping his eyes glued to her as she pulled against the ropes and gasped as another wave of pleasure rolled up her spine.
“I suck at this game, Eric, seriously! Please!” She arched hard off the workbench when he curved his fingers to rub against her g-spot, and her rambling pleas were impossible to stop as she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Tsk, tsk, Megster. Didn’t Eric say to refer to us as ‘sir’?” Colby’s voice was the only warning she got before another streak of fire landed on her belly. A half-scream escaped her before Colby’s hand clapped down over her mouth, and her eyes popped open to find him grinning madly above her. “Shhhh. Good girls stay quiet.”
“And bad girls get punished,” Eric finished and slid his fingers from her to spank her pussy hard. She yelped against Colby’s hand, but then Eric’s returned between her thighs and she was tossed back into the thrum of pleasure each rhythmic movement created inside her.
With her eyes closed tight she felt like a boat being tossed on an ocean of sensation. The constant rubbing of her clit compounded with Eric’s very talented fingers meant she would rise to the top of a wave of pleasure, tensing as she felt it was about to crest and throw her into oblivion – and then Colby would pour a trail of hot wax over fresh skin and she’d be jerked back from the edge. It was a dizzying back and forth, and it was the kind of ride she wasn’t sure if she wanted to stop, or beg for them to keep going.
Time seemed to be suspended, but she was losing the battle of controlling her orgasm. With each new switch between pleasure and pain the wax was doing less and less to keep her from that glorious edge. Eric seemed to know just when she got too close and his touch would gentle, the insistent rolling of his thumb over her clit would pause and he’d hold her there with a pressure that had her hips bucking in an effort to find completion. “Please! Please, may I come?”
“That’s right, beg us.” Eric’s voice was sinfully dark and it made her whine as Colby took the opportunity to land the wax just above her mound, dangerously close to Eric’s busy fingers. It almost pushed her over the edge and she yanked against the ropes at her wrists out of frustration.
“God! Please, sir, sirs, I need to come! Holy sh- I need to, please! Please!”
“Up to you, Colby.”
“Look at me, Meg.” Colby’s voice was low and when she forced her eyes open again, his baby blues were inches above her. “Keep your eyes on me and you can come, understand?”
“Yes, sir! Please!” She begged, not even capable of thinking of a smart-ass retort as the pleasure became a vicious tension that had her body reaching for that forbidden precipice.
“Alright, come for us. Let go.” Eric’s command seeped through her consciousness as she fought to keep her eyes open, letting the rhythm of his hands rush through her until her arousal snapped like a cable and her body lit up from the inside. It was heat and heady sensation that had her crying out and Colby’s hand covered her mouth again as she lifted hard off the table. Her skin hummed, but Eric didn’t let up. “Again.”
Megan murmured pleas against Colby’s hand, but his pupils were growing larger as he watched her writhe and then a new wave crashed over her, and she was drowning in sensation. Her eyes closed tight, and she mumbled incoherently as their hands left her tugging against the bonds.
A second later the warm swipe of a tongue moved up her cleft and she lifted her head to see Colby’s blond hair between her thighs. He dragged his tongue lazily over her clit and then smiled. “You taste as amazing as you smell, Megster.”
“Fuck!” She hissed the word as he dipped his head again and his mouth closed over her clit sending a crippling wave of pleasure over her. Just as another orgasm threatened to crest, Eric’s fingers tightened viciously over one of her nipples, cracking the wax into pieces.
“You always had such a mouth on you.” Eric laughed just before he leaned down to capture her mouth in a kiss, and she moaned against his lips even as his fingers twisted the bud captured between them. His tongue met hers, and she melted.
How was it possible that he was an even better kisser than she remembered?
Colby had her body rolling as she strained against the ropes tethering her to the table, but he grabbed her hips and pressed them down as he drew her clit into his mouth again. Her moan was caught in the kiss and Eric nipped her bottom lip before he leaned up to look down at her. His fingers shifted to the other nipple, still encased in the hardened wax, and he paused and watched her for a moment as she gasped and arched off table again.
“Come.” His command was followed by another sharp pinch of her nipple, but the pain just rolled through her and collided with the incredible pleasure Colby was creating between her thighs and she cried out loudly. Eric caught the half-scream in another kiss, his fingers tightening over her nipple until her moan faded into whimpers against his lips.
Colby’s teeth trailed over her clit and she was torn between wanting to beg them to stop, to give her a moment to breathe, because her skin was an electric network of sensation that wouldn’t stop humming
. Before she could tear her lips away from Eric’s, Colby plunged two fingers inside her and she was already at the edge again. Her thighs trembled from the strain, her nails dug into her palms, and she wordlessly begged against Eric’s mouth because Colby wasn’t stopping and she was going to crash without permission.
“You’re being such a good girl.” Eric’s dark eyes were locked onto her own when she opened them, and his words only pushed her further towards the edge, urging her to hold on so she didn’t disobey him.
“Sir, please? I can’t hold it, I can’t -”
“Shhh, just a few more seconds. You can do it.” He sounded so confident in her, but she was twisting against the restraints, her sweat-slicked skin lifting from the table and resting back as she tried to breathe through the constant waves of pleasure Colby’s tongue was tormenting her with.
It wasn’t possible.
She wanted to hold on, but there was no way. No way she could stop it, she’d come too many times and the barriers she’d built up to control the orgasms were crumbling fast. Just as she started to shake under the strain of it, Eric grabbed her hair and held her head back against the table.
“Such a very good girl… go on, Megan, come again.” The words had barely left his lips before she had let go, and it was earth shattering. Lights burst behind her eyes to fill her with a sparkling wave of heat. She tried to muffle the cry by gritting her teeth, but her body was overwhelmed. Colby dragged it out, leisurely licking her soaked pussy in long strokes that ended with a flick over her clit. Her body jerked each time and she let out another whimper as she squirmed. Eric leaned over her, bracing his elbow on her other side so he could watch her fall apart, and then he started brushing light kisses across her cheek. His lips trailed down her jaw to her neck, and the gentle nips of his teeth only made the shivers stronger as the orgasm faded like the tide going out.
Colby pressed a gentle kiss at the top of her mound, and then more on the insides of her thighs before he stood up at the end of the table. When Eric leaned up from her she groaned to see Colby dramatically wipe his chin with his hand and then lick his lips. “I’ve wanted to watch you come like that since… forever.”
“I -” Megan stumbled over what she wanted to say, her body still riding the afterglow of a series of stellar orgasms, still in disbelief that Colby Warren had just been between her thighs. Hell, her brain was still trying to process that the guy she’d been in love with in high school was standing next to her, watching her with the same devilish expression he’d worn at seventeen.
“Untie her legs, Colby. We’ll give her a minute to rest up before we have some more fun.” Eric was standing at the head of the table, and she felt his hands work the rope around her wrist, but all she could do was huff out a laugh.
“More fun might kill me.” Megan sighed as one of her wrists came free and she stretched her arm out before pushing her waves back from her forehead.
“I think you’re more resilient than you think, Megster.” Colby grinned, and she rolled her eyes as they released the rest of the ropes and took the gauze away. As she pulled her feet up onto the table the two of them stepped away to talk and she strained to listen to their hushed voices.
“You do?” Eric asked with laughter in his voice.
“Are you kidding?” Colby laughed too and she propped herself up on the workbench as he grabbed his jeans from the floor. Digging in a pocket he took out his wallet, and then a stream of condoms unfolded from it, attached in an accordion of dark foil wrappers. “Please tell me you were not dumb enough to show up here without condoms, Eric.”
Eric grabbed his dress pants off the floor and yanked his wallet out. With a flourish he produced a single condom wrapper and held it up between his fingers, “I have one. One, Colby, because I apparently don’t whore it up as much as you do.”
“I believe the phrase is… by failing to prepare, you are preparing to fail?”
“Did you seriously just quote Benjamin Franklin? About condoms?” Megan laughed and lay back against the smooth wood.
“Is that who said it?” Colby shrugged, and they all laughed. With a roll of his eyes Eric walked over to her, and she watched as the muscles of his thighs moved with each step, enjoying the view. When he got close he helped her sit up and she swung her legs over the side.
“You are so beautiful when you’re all flushed like this.” He trailed his thumb over her cheek and then dragged it across her lips. “It’s why I could never stop staring at you when we were younger.”
“I just thought it was because you were making sure you hadn’t imagined the sex.” Megan grinned and he laughed loudly, and Colby coughed and tried to hide his laughter behind him.
“Alright, maybe it was a bit of that too.” Eric tilted her chin up and she bit her lip, waiting to see what he’d say next. “Speaking of that, I really want to fuck you.”
“Ditto!” Colby called out.
“Of course. You ready for more?” Eric smiled at her, all charming dimples again, and she took a breath. Her eyes flicked between the two of them before she made herself nod.
In for a penny, in for a pound, right? No turning back now, Megan.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Yeah?” Eric raised an eyebrow and she couldn’t stifle the grin that stretched her lips.
“Yes, sir.”
“So much better. Okay, wait here for a second.” He turned around and the two guys whispered briefly and then walked off in opposite directions. Colby headed towards the office tucked in the corner, and Eric walked to the other end of the classroom. A moment later and he was hauling back a thick, gray pad marred with dark spots. Megan opened her mouth to ask if he was serious, but then Colby called out to them.
“I kind of love the fact that we’re using this teacher’s blanket for sex, it’s like a final act of rebellion at old Whitaker High.” He grinned at them, his arms full of a big red bundle of fabric, and he stopped where Eric dropped the padding.
“It’s not that high end, but it’s a hell of a lot more comfortable than the concrete floor.”
Colby laid out the blanket across it and let Eric continue to spread it out as he turned towards her and offered his hand. “M’lady, may I help you down?”
Megan took his hand and grinned. “Why, yes, sir. Thank you.”
Colby tugged her off the table and she hopped down, ending up flush against his bare chest. He stared down at her for a moment, his blue eyes tracing her face, and then he kissed her. It was gentle, and she could taste herself on his lips as he slid a hand around the back of her neck to hold her close. Then the kiss deepened, his tongue seeking hers and she moaned against his lips. His other hand slipped down to move between her thighs, and she spread her legs to give him access as his fingers found her clit and instantly replicated the pattern he’d worked with his tongue not ten minutes before. Her pussy was still soaking wet and it didn’t take long before she had her arms wrapped around his neck and her hips working against his hand.
“God, I want you.” He growled against her lips, and then his gentle touch changed as he slid his hand up into her hair and turned them around to back her up the few steps to the makeshift bed on the floor. Colby pushed her down and followed her, covering her body with his as she lay out on the blanket. Eric had been right, the padding wasn’t much but it was softer and warmer than the concrete would have been. Her back arched as Colby began to kiss across her collarbone, his knees landing on the insides of hers to push them apart. A flicker of concern raced through her and she tilted her head back to find Eric leaning against the tool cage on the wall. His cock was tenting his boxers, but he shook his head when their eyes met and he pointed at Colby.
Holy shit. He’s really okay with this.
It was the silent permission she hadn’t known she needed.
When Colby lifted his head she was able to smile at him without apprehension, and the moan that slipped from her lips as he ground his hard cock against her was uninhibited. She was wet, so fucking wet
, and they had both made her come repeatedly. It was impossible to deny how much she wanted to feel Colby’s weight on top of her, to feel him inside her, and when she dug her nails into his back he chuckled and pulled back a bit. “Do you want me too, Megster?”
“Yes, I do! Come on, don’t tease me anymore?” She looked up at him, and the flush in his cheeks made his eyes look even bluer.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Colby grinned and reached over to snag a condom. He tore it open with a practiced ease, and propped himself up above her as he shifted his boxers down and his cock sprang out into his hand. In a moment he slid the latex on and then he lined up and thrust inside her in one smooth movement. Full. He was so hard and she was full, and pleasure was already humming like background noise in her veins. They both groaned and she wrapped her arms around his back as he settled his weight over her and stayed still, letting her pussy adjust and stretch around his cock. Colby pressed his lips against her shoulder, slowly grinding his hips into her. “Can I just say that I sort of can’t believe this is happening?”
She laughed, and he laughed too before pushing himself up again so he could see her smile. “Ditto, Colby.”
His free hand landed sharply on the outside of her thigh in a spank, and she yelped because it caught one of the welts from the belt. “That should be ditto, sir, right?”
“Yes, sir.” Megan grinned and he kissed her just as he started to move again. Each thrust was slow and strong at first as he pulled almost completely out before driving in hard. The kiss was impossible to maintain as he started to pick up the pace and her moans dissolved into a mumbled mess of expletives and pleas. “Oh, fuck, yes! God!”
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