by Leah Braemel
He hopped onto the bed and arranged the pillows beside Mark, ensuring he didn’t come close to Mark’s hand, and lay down.
“Crawl on up here, sweet pea. Let me feel that soft mouth of yours on Sam Junior.”
She stifled her snort. There was nothing junior about that thick pole. While his cock was the same length as Mark’s, it was thicker. He slid his hand along its length and back down, squeezing the tip on each pass, a bead of pearly moisture glistening at its tip.
“Don’t take your eyes off Mark.” As she caught Mark’s gaze, she saw the hunger deep in his eyes. The lust. And something deeper, almost feral.
“Start off licking my balls,” Sam commanded. His hand lifted them as his hips thrust closer to her.
With each swipe of her tongue, Mark’s breathing got heavier, his eyes half closing.
“Now lick my cock, sweet pea. Make a meal of me.”
She began with a teasing nip to the base of his shaft, then swirled her tongue up the thick shaft, tracing the dark veins that bulged from the taut skin. Her eyes still on Mark, she made a show of spreading the drop of come that quivered at the end of Junior’s slit over her lips. Then delicately, slowly, licked it off.
Feeling power spread through her at having such a captive audience, Jodi opened her mouth, tightened her lips over Junior’s head and swallowed him deep.
“Watch her, Mark. Look at how her lips are stretching over my shaft. Oh shit, that feels so good!” Sam threw his head back and arched his hips as she increased the suction. The noise of her sucking and Mark’s harsh pants mingled with Sam’s murmured instructions.
Jodi tasted a trickle of pre-come on the back of her tongue, slightly more acidic than Mark’s essence. Her hand drifted down between her legs, thrust inside in a feeble attempt to mimic the motions of her mouth, her tongue. Cream coated her fingers, slid down her thighs as her hips thrust. She rolled her clit between her thumb and forefinger, moaning as the pressure inside her built like a volcano about to explode.
Fingers wrapped in her hair forcing her to resume the movement she’d forgotten while pleasuring herself. Eventually he held her head still, his hips pistoning his cock deep into her mouth.
“She’s giving me the best blow job I’ve ever had, Mark. But you know that, don’t you? I’ll bet you’re wishing…her lips were…around your cock, aren’t you?” Sam said, his voice deepening with every thrust. “Isn’t her ass beautiful? Can you imagine me…parting those sweet cheeks of hers…taking her ass?”
Chapter Eight
Sam’s taunts caused Mark’s guts to cramp like he’d swallowed a length of razor wire.
What had he been thinking, suggesting a threesome with Sam? Why had he thought he’d be okay sharing Jodi with any man, let alone a player like Sam?
Jodi moaned, her hand moving frantically between her arching hips as Sam thrust his dick down her throat. Mark wanted to plant a fist in Sam’s face when he saw his friend’s eyes scrunched closed, a look of ecstasy on his face. Ecstasy from Jodi sucking him off. They’d discussed a similar scenario, but he was supposed to be satisfying Jodi from behind while she went down on Sam. And he’d never thought about what it would feel like, how his heart would tear watching Sam enjoying Jodi’s attentions. It had never mattered before with any of their girlfriends in college.
Why had Sam changed up their plan? Despite what Sam had told Jodi, he knew his friend had some hidden reason for tying him to the bed and forcing him to watch the two of them fucking. But what?
Jodi’s cheeks hollowed and her neck worked as she swallowed. Sam’s groan made Mark’s cock ache as it remembered what it felt like to be deep-throated by Jodi. Remembered how it felt to have that wonderful tongue of hers caress every millimeter of sensitive skin. Remembered the amazing suction she had, coaxing every last drop of come from his balls.
He shifted his hips, attempting to relieve the pain in his cock, not only from being trapped beneath too-tight denim, but from its need to bury itself in her, to feel those tight muscles grasp him, contract around him as she found her release. Yet here he was—a spectator.
For what felt like the fiftieth time that night, Mark grasped the chains binding him to the bed and tugged in a futile effort to free himself. He had to stop this travesty. He had to snatch Jodi away from Sam and finish within her. Hear her scream her release. A release only he could bring her.
Then he’d take Sam down—crush his balls, cut off his dick—whatever it took to punish him for daring to take Jodi in front of him like this. And yell at Jodi for agreeing to Sam’s suggestion.
His head fell back on the pillow, his conscience mocking him with a taunting laugh. Hell, who was he kidding? He’d been the one who had suggested, no, forced Jodi to write that damned list of fantasies. He’d been the one who had initially suggested the whole idea to Sam, not the other way around. He’d been the one to talk Jodi into the whole idea upstairs. And now he was the one trapped in a nightmare caused by his own hubris. Forced to watch his lover bringing his best friend to the height of ecstasy.
Another deep-throated moan escaped Jodi’s lips. Mark closed his eyes as his cock pulsed, remembering the feel of those moans the last time she’d gone down on him. His spine tingled and his hips arched, seeking relief. Seeking Jodi.
If he could just get free…
“Sam, at least release one hand so I can jerk off. This is fucking torture to watch.”
Without changing the rhythm of his hips, Sam opened his eyes. Shot a dark look of warning as he shook his head.
Goddamn it, what was that bastard playing at? It was like Sam expected him to know something. Understand something. But what?
Then all of a sudden Sam pulled his cock from Jodi’s mouth. “Not yet.”
A camera whirred overhead, the image on the screens capturing the moisture on Sam’s still-erect cock. Caught a thin stream of come leaking from the slit and trickling down the head onto Jodi’s mouth. Another camera zoomed in on Jodi’s beautiful pink tongue as it skimmed over her bottom lip, and lingered on a glistening drop of Sam’s come.
The barbed wire in his guts heated, snaked around his balls and tightened.
It should be his come she tasted. His.
What had possessed him to think he could sit idly by watching Jodi get off with another man, that he could share her? No man was ever going to touch her again. Only him. Jodi was his and his alone. And he was hers. Forever.
Whoa, where had that come from?
How many times had he and Sam shared their girlfriends back in college? Yet never before had he felt the icy-hot poker of jealousy now stabbing his gut. What was it about Jodi that caused him to feel like a guard dog protecting his property? His private property.
You’re trying to pretend she’s like all those other women you and Sam shared, his conscience mocked. But she’s not. You’ve fallen in love with her.
“On your hands and knees, sweet pea.”
If he’d been standing, he would have had to sit down and put his head between his knees. Holy shit, he loved her. Head-over-heels, deep-down-in-the-gut, ’til-death-do-us-part in love with her.
And stupid ass that he was, he’d voluntarily shared her with another man. He’d even encouraged her, told her it was okay to fuck someone else. And she’d agreed.
What if that meant… He swallowed hard, the barbed wire tightening until his balls felt like they were about to drop off. What if she didn’t love him? What if when this was over, she wanted to have more threesomes, to force him to watch her fuck other men? Or worse, what if she stopped inviting him to join in?
Shit! What had he done?
A cold worm crawled through his intestines. A worm wearing razor-sharp spikes that ripped his guts apart as he remembered their agreement. After the first time they’d made love, he’d insisted there be no long-term attachments. That either one of them could walk away any time. And she’d agreed. Except, when he should have been clearing the mountains of paperwork he faced every day, he’d found himself
fantasizing about fucking her on the desk, on the floor, against the wall. No, he amended, not fucking her, loving her.
“See okay there, buddy?”
Pulled from considering the ramifications of this revelation, Mark glanced over at Sam. Who smirked.
Is that what this was about? Did Sam realize that he loved Jodi before even he did? Was he trying to force Mark to get jealous? To acknowledge that Jodi was his and his alone? Knowing Sam, he’d never live that down.
“Ol’ buddy?” Sam asked again, tilting his head toward the big screens. “You see okay?”
There in living Technicolor, larger than life, Jodi’s ass filled the screen. The bright red butt plug a perfect target for Sam’s goddamned cock.
His already-erect cock jerked as if trying to punch through the fly. Say no! it screamed. Stop this.
Sweat dripped down Mark’s temples and his arms shook as they strained against the restraints. His mouth opened, wanting to tell them to stop. But the words stuck in his throat, tangled in the wire that ensnared his whole body.
What if she doesn’t love me? How pathetic would that be?
Jodi stared at the flat-screen image as Sam’s condom-covered cock bobbed into view. Watched it slide across her glistening swollen folds, watched as it buried itself into the dark pink opening stretching her drum-tight. Between the pressure of the plug up her ass and him stretching her pussy, she could feel every beat of his heart in the head of his cock.
A slow exhalation was followed by a moan as he began the gentle push and pull, exciting every inch of her, inside and out. “It’s like a fucking velvet glove’s wrapped around my dick.”
Sam’s fingers tightened on her hips as he began to rock into her, his movement quickly changing to a pounding rhythm. He reached around her front, one hand giving a nipple clamp a wicked tug, a movement that streaked to her core. The nipple clamps brushed the bulge in Mark’s jean with each thrust of Sam’s hips. Mark’s hips pumped as if he were fucking her too.
Imagining freeing his cock, sucking it while Sam plowed into her drove her up to the edge of the abyss and pushed her over. Her hips bucked as her orgasm ripped through her in a wildfire of sensation.
“Not—done—yet.” Sam groaned.
He slammed into her, burying himself to his balls, each time his stomach pressed against the butt plug, moving it just enough to drive her wild. If it was possible his cock thickened and pushed even deeper, stretching her until she thought she would burst.
When he stiffened and shouted, his hot stream of come pulsing hard inside her set off yet another firestorm. She shuddered through her orgasm, unable to gather breath enough to moan.
Sam caught her just before she collapsed onto Mark’s lap, eased his cock from her body. “Damn, woman, I didn’t want to come that soon.”
“Come on, Sam. Let me free. I’ve got the mother of all hard-ons—my dick’s hurtin’ real bad here.” Mark spoke through gritted teeth. Jodi opened her eyes and saw flames in the back of Mark’s eyes, flames of lust, flames of fury.
A trickle of fear grew in her belly, tightening her diaphragm and driving the breath from her.
Had she made a mistake agreeing to Sam’s plan? Mark was the one who had arranged this. Hadn’t that been what he’d wanted all along? Shit, had she blown their relationship? Did he see her now only as a whore? Or was that what he thought of her in the first place to suggest this whole scenario? Could she convince him she wanted him more than anyone else?
Sam gestured with his head toward Mark. “All right, sweet pea, unzip loverboy’s jeans. But that’s all you’re to do.”
Seeing heat flash in Mark’s eyes, she fumbled with his zipper. Yeah, she’d blown it. And the man she loved now despised her.
“Undo the restraints, Jodi,” Mark ordered quietly so Sam couldn’t hear.
If she let him go now, would he walk away? Not only from the bed and the room but from her?
She licked her top lip when she saw his engorged cock outlined by the dark fabric of his jockeys. A glance over her shoulder showed a bare-assed Sam fiddling with his computer, not paying any attention to what she was doing.
Her hands snaked around Mark’s hips, and drew his pants down to his knees. His underwear quickly followed suit. She shoved her hands under his ass and grabbed his buttocks while she licked the taut, satiny head. In a violent motion his hips arched up, shoved his cock through her lips until it touched her throat. God, he tasted so good! This felt so right. Wildly desperate, her nails dug into his ass, her mouth sucking, needing to make him come deep in her throat, needing to taste him.
The mattress dipped behind her. Fingers parted her labia and started playing with her clit. They moved expertly, pressing against her most sensitive areas, driving her wild with need. When two fingers penetrated her and stroked deep inside, she struggled to match the rhythm she knew Mark loved, needed.
Please don’t pull me away, she silently pleaded to Sam.
Except Sam didn’t hear her silent entreaty. Instead he withdrew his fingers and grasped her hips. Stopped her motion. Mark cursed volubly when Sam pulled her away.
“No,” she moaned. “Please, Sam, I want to do this for Mark. I need him.”
Sam leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear. “Then ride him, sweet pea.”
Before Sam could retract his suggestion, Jodi swung her leg over Mark and sheathed him in one movement. She braced herself on his shoulders and rotated her hips, grinding his cock deep against her womb. All memory of Sam lost, she merged herself with Mark, their bodies moving in a sinuous dance. Just as she was climbing the final peak, she felt a hand on her shoulder, pressing her toward Mark.
“Let him suck those luscious tits,” Sam instructed.
“How am I supposed to suck them with these on?” Mark snagged one leather tassel in his teeth and growled. The pressure from the clamp pulled on her nipple, sending a bolt of lightning into her core.
Chuckling, Sam removed the nipple clamps and dropped them on the bed beside her. Mark laved the tender peaks. The soothing gesture was at odds to the fierce expression in his eyes; the soft words he murmured defied the bunched muscles in his arms and shoulders that threatened violence.
Sam said something but her mind was in such a whirl from Mark’s attentions that she didn’t hear. This—this was what she wanted. The two of them so close together she’d lost track of where she stopped and he began.
She was pulled from the brink when Sam pulled the butt plug out in a smooth movement.
His broad hand pressed against the back of her neck, laying her flat over Mark. “Don’t worry, sweet pea, you can keep lovin’ your man there. I’m just fixin’ to perform item number seven on your list.”
Her mind whirled, her thoughts a morass. What was item seven?
Oh shit! She’d said she wanted to have two men inside her at the same time. Did she want that? Should she tell him no? She buried her head in the crook of Mark’s neck. What would it be like to feel another cock warming her, caressing her in both places at the same time? Of course she wanted to try this. Look how empty she’d felt when he’d removed the butt plug. And she might never get another chance. She consciously relaxed against Mark and murmured, “All right.”
Thick fingers smeared cool gel over her ass and she felt that broad head nudge her tender opening. In a smooth movement, he pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of her anus.
“Shit, Mark, she’s so fuckin’ tight.” Sam groaned as he thrust into her deeper.
In an unconscious protest, she whimpered as Sam continued his relentless assault.
“Sam, stop, you’re hurting her.” Mark wrapped his hands on the chains holding him in place and pulled them tight. “Goddamn it, stop it!”
“No, don’t stop. Please,” Jodi gasped. “Mark, he’s not hurting me.”
Sam curled over her, his wiry chest hair tickling her back. “Just relax, sweet pea, breathe.”
Her whimper changed to a deep-throated moan as the hot
pain of her ass combined with the white flare of pleasure in her pussy. Arching her back, she pushed against his shaft. Mark shifted inside her, the pressure of being stretched by the two cocks an erotic assault that sent fireballs rocketing through her system.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” The slow glide stopped as he seated himself deep inside. He tenderly stroked her back as he waited for her to adjust.
He rocked into her in languid thrusts, pushing and pulling her cheeks apart as his cock stroked the walls of her ass.
Mark tilted his hips and began to match his movements to Sam’s, never taking his gaze from Jodi’s face.
“Eres mia.” Mark’s eyes flashed and though whatever he’d said sounded beautiful, it wasn’t said with his usual fluid grace. If anything, he ground out the words as a statement, a declaration. A challenge.
“Eres mia, solo mia,” he said again as he thrust deep within her.
“Do you know what he’s saying?” Sam asked quietly.
Jodi shook her head.
He leaned closer, whispering so only she could hear. “He’s saying ‘you’re mine, only mine.’”
Tears filled her eyes at the translation. Did she dare hope that he loved her too?
“I’m yours, only yours,” she whispered, pressing her lips against his.
“Te amo.” He captured her lips, joined them until they were both panting for breath. “Te amo, Jodi. Te amo.”
That one needed no translation. “I love you too,” she replied softly.
The sweetness of Mark’s declaration combined with the sensation of being so exquisitely filled, sandwiched between the two men, set her senses into overload. The fireworks sparkling at the edge of her vision exploded, a comet flaring across the sky. She came down from the heavens to hear Sam’s deep groan as he filled her with liquid heat.
She collapsed against Mark’s chest, her arms and legs shaking, unable to move. Sam withdrew and rolled to the side.
