by Dakota Rebel
“What—”
I was cut off by Colbie kissing me again. His arms snaked around my waist, and he spun us so he was leaning against the car and I was pressed into his chest. I tried to raise my arms to wrap them around him, but Ryan snagged them and pinned my wrists together. I struggled for a minute, instinct making me flail against his grasp, but another swat to my ass told me stop.
The cool plastic wrapped around my forearms, and Colbie had to hold me to keep my on my feet. I couldn’t believe they were actually tying me up out here in the desert. Thank God no one else was around. It probably would have looked horrific if someone stumbled upon the scene.
With a few stiff jerks to the cables, Ryan had my arms were completely bound together behind my back. Colbie released me and moved so Ryan could bend me over the hood of the car. I turned my face, my cheek resting on the warm metal. I wanted to see them, but they were both standing behind me and I knew better than to try to lift myself up. Though part of me was tempted to see how far Ryan would go with the spanking.
I couldn’t believe that twelve hours earlier I hadn’t even thought of these men, and now, I was tied down in the desert about to be thoroughly fucked by both of them. The pressure in my cunt was so great I tried to press my legs together to create some sort of friction, to get an ounce of relief. They saw me shift, and one of them placed his knee between my thighs, keeping me spread open.
“That’s our job, baby,” Colbie whispered against my ear. “Let us take care of you.”
I nodded, biting my lip to keep from mewling like an animal. I had never been so turned on in my entire life.
A flurry of hands assaulted my clothes, one pair pulling my tank top over my head and making me lift off the hood for a moment. I felt the shirt hanging against the jumper cables at my wrist and said a silent thank you that they hadn’t ripped it off. I really couldn’t go home without a shirt.
The other set of fingers worked my jeans down my legs. I stepped out of my shoes so the pants could be removed then I was helped back into them so my feet weren’t unprotected in the sand. For men who didn’t seem to have planned this, they sure did know what they were doing.
A moment of doubt fluttered through my mind. Were they so good at this because they’d done it before? Were they practiced at taking other women out and sharing them? I squeezed my eyes shut as if I could block out the imagined images of my men taking some faceless woman the way they were about to take me.
“Hey,” Ryan lifted my face, and I opened my eyes to look at him. “What’s wrong? Is this too much? Do you want me to untie you?”
I shook my head, not trusting my voice just yet.
“Sassy, are you okay?”
“I just…how many other girls?” I asked, forcing the words out before I lost my courage to ask.
“Oh, baby. No. No other girls. You’re the only one for us. I promise you, we have never done this with anyone else. We couldn’t have.” Colbie leaned over me and kissed my cheek.
I nodded, wanting to believe them. They really had no reason to lie about it. And it wasn’t as if I was so very experienced. I pushed the worry away. I didn’t want to ruin the mood with my own insecurities.
“Hey, Sass.” Ryan crouched down to look me in the eye. “If we ever do anything you don’t want, anything you’re uncomfortable with, I need you to promise you’ll tell us. Tonight or any other night. If you want to use a safe word or something, that’s cool. Anything that makes you feel more comfortable. We just want to pleasure you. I mean, it is hot as fuck to see you tied up on my car like this, but if you don’t like it, if the cable gets too tight, if you just don’t want to play anymore, say the word and it stops.”
My heart thundered so hard in my chest I was surprised the beat wasn’t echoing off the car. Safe word? How rough did they want to get with me? Part of me was scared, and another part of me was insanely turned on.
“I trust you,” I said softly. “If I say stop, I know you will. But first, maybe we could try starting before we worry about stopping, okay?”
Ryan groaned, leaning forward to capture my mouth as Colbie’s hand landing firmly on my bare ass. The sound of the smack echoed through the empty desert. His fingers slid down my slit and into my soaked channel. I moaned into Ryan’s mouth, and Colbie slowly started pumping in and out of my pussy. His thumb worked circles over clit while another finger played at the tight ring of muscles at my ass.
“I can’t wait to get you home,” Colbie growled in my ear. “To get you soaking wet and lubed up, to watch Ryan slide his cock into your pussy then watch your ass stretch open around mine.” As he talked he pushed a second digit into my cunt and breached my ass with a third. I bucked against the car, losing contact with Ryan’s mouth as I writhed at the intrusions. My orgasm built, tightening every muscle in my body, making me ache for release.
“You look so sexy with your hands bound and Colbie’s fingers inside you,” Ryan said, his voice hoarse. “My dick is so fucking hard right now.” I turned back to look at him and saw he had pulled himself free of his pants and was slowly stroking his shaft, pre-cum glistening in the moonlight. I tried to inch over, wanting so badly to lick his tip, but he took a step back as he used his thumb to spread the drop around his crown.
I opened my mouth to protest, but he tsked at me and walked away. I tried to turn to follow him with my gaze, but Colbie’s free hand went to my neck, holding me down against the car.
The fingers inside me slowed, their rhythm allowing my orgasm to back off, leaving it hovering on the edge, driving me insane. I started to complain again but was surprised at the feel of fabric being shoved into my mouth.
“I know you can’t ask us to stop with your panties in your mouth,” Ryan said. My cunt clenched around Colbie’s fingers at the realization that he had shoved my own underwear between my lips. “But if you need us to, just kick one of us or the car. Okay?”
I nodded my understanding. My body was so close to the brink I knew if Colbie would just shift his thumb harder against my clit I could finally release. I tried to press back against him but was rewarded only with another hard smack to my ass.
“Please!” I screamed, the sound muffled against my makeshift gag. I could taste my own essence against my tongue, and it actually made me even wetter. The hedonistic quality of everything that was happening was almost too much and pushed me even closer to orgasm.
The finger that had been in my ass was removed but before I could whine in protest it was replaced by a thick, fat tongue. I felt stubble against my ass cheeks as Colbie licked and penetrated my tight hole. The thumb on my button finally pressed harder, and I came, screaming and thrashing against the car, my hips pistoning up and down against Colbie’s hand and face.
Shockwave after shockwave contracted my muscles, everything clenching and releasing to the rapid beat of my heart in my chest. As the shuddering in my limbs finally subsided, I relaxed onto the hood again, panting around the cloth in my mouth, sweat beading at my brow.
I heard the sound of foil ripping and knew that one of them was putting on a condom. Tears threatened to fall in relief. My body ached to be penetrated fully. I had never wanted anyone as badly, needed anyone as badly as I needed them now.
Colbie walked around the hood of the car and, after leaning down to place a quick kiss at my temple, pulled his cock out of his pants. I thought that meant he would also remove my gag, but he didn’t. He dragged the tip of himself down the bridge of my nose. I felt the hot, wet, sticky pre-cum trail he left behind. I whimpered again, flicking my gaze up to see him smile down at me with so much love in his eyes I could do nothing but relax. He loved me. They loved me. As unorthodox as all of this was, looking into his eyes, I knew that it was going to work. We were all going to work.
I cried out in surprise as Ryan slammed himself fully into me from behind, rocking me forward, my hips colliding painfully with the car. I was so wet from Colbie’s ministrations there was no resistance for him at all. His body pistoned into
mine, his fingers digging into the top of my ass, the head of his cock pressing, pressing, pressing into my g-spot.
I looked back up at Colbie, begging him with my gaze to let me suck him. I wanted us all to come together. He seemed to understand as he quickly pulled my panties out of my mouth and replaced them with the tip of his cock.
Since I didn’t have use of my hands, I had to trust him not gag me as he slowly fucked my mouth. My pussy contacted around Ryan as my body was used from both ends by the men I loved.
They quickly found a rhythm, both pushing in and pulling out at the same time, as if they could make their cocks meet in the middle of my body. I hummed against Colbie every time he pushed too close to the back of my throat, which he must have enjoyed because once he seemed to realize what I was doing, he hit that spot every time. Not deep enough to gag me, but deep enough to make my eyes water.
Ryan’s speed became more erratic, and I knew he must be getting close. I squeezed my channel tight around him and started humming steadily around Colbie’s cock. Ryan’s finger found my clit, and with three successive taps against the sensitive bud, we were all coming. I almost choked on the cum that shot into my mouth as I tried to scream my release around it. Colbie realized quickly and pulled out, the rest of his release spraying onto my lips and chin. Ryan’s hands gripped my hips as his dick jumped inside me. His hands splayed over my back, and he dropped his head to my shoulders then pulled out of me.
We all sort of collapsed against the hood of the car, exhausted, sated, and for me…very, very happy.
Chapter Five
“Sassy, honey, wake up,” Ryan’s voice sounded so far away.
“Unh,” I protested. Why the hell did he want me to wake up?
“Baby, you can’t sleep on the hood of the car,” Colbie prodded my side with his finger, and I jerked away from him.
After a minute or two, his words finally made it through my sleep-addled brain. The hood of the car. The desert. I’d passed out in the desert, naked, on the hood of Ryan’s car.
“There she is,” Ryan said as I finally forced my eyes open. “Knew we’d get there eventually.”
I shakily got to my feet and found my hands had been freed. I rubbed my wrists, though they didn’t hurt. It was just some sort of automatic reaction. I blinked sleepily at the men, both of whom grinned like idiots.
“Pants,” I croaked, my throat raw from screaming.
Colbie handed me my clothes, and they both helped me get dressed as I was still too wobbly to shimmy into my jeans on my own.
“We need to get you home,” Ryan said sadly. “What time do you work today?”
“M’off,” I said through a yawn.
“Well, thank goodness,” Colbie said. “I’d hate to have to call Mike and tell him you aren’t coming in today. He’d track us down and skin us alive. Let’s get you back to our house. You can sleep and take a shower then we’ll get you back to Barbie’s.”
“Fiesta,” I said as I climbed into the backseat of the car to lie down on the leather. “My bike is there. I left it. I need it.”
“Okay, sleepy face,” Ryan said, and I heard the smile in his voice. “We’ll take you to your motorcycle after you clean up and get some sleep.”
I think I nodded, but I’d obviously fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes again I was lying in the middle of a bed, tangled in bed sheets and quite alone.
“Guys?” I called out, but there was no answer. I climbed out of bed, smirking when I saw that I was naked again then faintly smiling when I realized that they had cleaned me up before they’d tucked me in.
I grabbed a button-down shirt out of the closet and pulled it over myself. When I opened the bedroom door, I heard a television playing. I padded barefoot down the stairs and paused at the doorway of the den, smiling to myself at the sight of my men, baseball game on TV and both of them fast asleep on the couch.
Tiptoeing softly back down the hall, I went in search of the shower. I turned on the spray and stepped under the scalding hot water, allowing it to sluice over my sore muscles. Every ache reminded me of what had happened the night before, and a grin tipped my lips. Being with Colbie and Ryan had been even better than I could have imagined.
As I washed my hair I couldn’t help replaying highlights in my head. The feeling of elation when Ryan had turned toward the desert. The first feel of their lips against mine. The way each man’s hands had felt on my skin.
I shrieked in surprise when the shower curtain was pulled back and first Ryan then Colbie climbed into the stall with me.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I yelled, glaring at Ryan since he was standing in front of me.
“Of course not,” he said defensively. “Though I can’t promise we won’t try to kill you with orgasms.”
They each stepped toward me, sandwiching me between their wet, naked bodies. The press of their flesh against mine shot tremors through my muscles. I closed my eyes as two sets of hands roamed over my body, touching and caressing every inch of skin they could reach.
“What do you two have against beds?” I asked, the husky tone of my voice indicating I didn’t really mind at all.
Abruptly, the water was turned off, and Colbie stepped out of the tub, picked me up then walked back toward the bedroom.
“It was a joke,” I said, but neither of them seemed to be listening. “We’re soaking wet. Don’t you dare—”
Colbie dropped me onto the mattress anyway and climbed up next to me. Ryan walked around and got in the other side. Once again, my body was covered in hands. Fingers trailed lines through the water droplets that had beaded on my skin.
“How are you so damn beautiful?” Ryan asked softly, tracing a digit around my nipple. “It’s almost like I’d forgotten…or maybe you did get more breathtaking while you were gone.”
Heat burned my face at the compliment. No one had ever called me beautiful—well, no one but my parents. Normally, I would have tried to cover myself, to hide from the prying eyes of a lover, but Ryan and Colbie made me feel comfortable, safe. Maybe, it was because I’d known them my entire adult life. Even though I’d been gone for so long, for too long, they were still my best friends.
“Nah,” Colbie said as he licked water from my earlobe. “Sassafras has always been this gorgeous. It’s not new. Now, we just get to give in to the urge to lick every inch of her body.”
Fire burned in my core as my pussy dampened from more than just the water covering my body and the bed. The sheets had become soaked beneath us, but none of us seemed to mind.
I couldn’t believe how much I’d missed them. It had killed me to leave without saying goodbye to them, but I’d been afraid if I’d seen them again I wouldn’t have been able to go. And as much as my life may have sucked in California, it had been an important step for me. I’d had to get away, to try to make it on my own. Now that I was back, even though I couldn’t have been happier to be between these two men, I was starting to feel like a failure.
I hadn’t been able to make it in LA. In fact, I’d failed so hard that I’d had to run back to my mom, back to Vegas after I’d fought so hard to escape. I was going to waste my degree, waste everything I’d worked so hard for just to end up back where I’d started.
“Relax, Sass,” Ryan said, nuzzling my neck. “You’re wound like a spring. Let us take care of you. Please.”
I nodded and tried to unclench my muscles. Unfortunately, I couldn’t blink away the tears that spilled down my cheeks. I loved them, I really did and I always had. But what future did I have here?
“Sassy talk to us,” Colbie said, wiping the wetness away with his thumb. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
I didn’t know how to tell them without sounding as if I wasn’t happy to be with them. Even in my own head, it sounded selfish, but I just felt so lost. I was terrified this thing with them wouldn’t work and I’d just end up alone.
Ryan pulled me into his arms, and Colbie hugged us both. We sat there for a while, naked a
nd wet, them holding me while I cried softly. To their credit, they didn’t ask me again, and the silence was actually more reassuring than if they had forced it out of me.
“I’m sorry,” I said finally when no more tears would come and I thought I could speak without my voice wavering. “It’s been a long year, and I guess a lot of stuff just hit me at once. Thank you both so much.”
“Hey, any time you want to cry naked in my bed, you feel free,” Ryan joked.
“Thanks,” I said with a small sniff. “Sorry if I killed the mood.”
“That’s okay,” Colbie said, placing a chaste kiss on my forehead. “I’m sure it will come back eventually. Let’s get dressed and go find some food, huh? You must be starving.”
Until he’d mentioned it, I hadn’t realized I was indeed ravenous. I found my jeans on the floor and tugged them on then slid back into the button down I’d found earlier, knotting it at my waist. When the guys were dressed, I followed them down to the kitchen where I sat at the counter drinking coffee as I watched them attempt to cook for me.
“I hope you like eggs,” Ryan said as he finished cracking the last of a dozen eggs into a bowl. “It’s the only thing I know how to make.”
“Eggs are great,” I said. “How about toast?”
“You’re pushing your luck there, Sassafras,” Colbie warned. “We do cereal, and we do eggs. Everything else gets ordered in or taken out.”
“Fair enough,” I said with a nod. “Eggs are great.”
I didn’t say a word as Ryan dumped all of the scrambled eggs into a pan that was way too small to hold them all. They were trying, and it was incredibly sweet. I sipped weak coffee from the chipped MGM Casino mug they’d given me and covertly searched the fridge for a takeout menu that looked good. We’d need it when they realized they wouldn’t be able to serve me whatever Ryan was going to turn out of that pan.
“Pick Thai,” Colbie whispered as he walked behind me and grabbed the coffeepot to refill his own mug. “Or we’ll take you out somewhere.”
