I glanced up at Dev who blew me a kiss. Getting to his knees, Dev splayed his hands on either side of my head and gazed at me. “Stella,” he said in a low, teasing voice. “I want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands all over me.”
To accent how serious he was, he stood and slipped his arms from the leather vest. He let the vest drop to the floor, forgotten, then set his knees atop the bed and leaned over me again.
“You’re as gorgeous as Jake,” I said, before I even considered what such a statement would sound like. But really, what woman in my position could’ve stopped herself? Though he was nowhere near as muscular as Jake, his body was lithe and every muscle well-defined. He could’ve been sculpted from marble. Fine brown hair circled pink nipples. There was a trail of curly brown hair descending from his stomach into the waistband of his pants. Suddenly, I wanted him out of those pants. Was desperate to follow that enticing path and see where it led me.
“Touch me then, kitten,” he said again. “Touching is the most underrated part of lovemaking. There’s so much pleasure in a simple stroke of the finger.” To demonstrate what he meant, he ran his finger down the valley between my breasts, sending a riot of delicious sensations through me. “So much satisfaction in the feel of your lover, in the silk of their skin.” He found my nipple again and his finger glided over it. “Touch me, kitten.”
Though Jake held my wrists pinioned to the bed, I didn’t doubt he’d release me if I struggled against him. Unsure of what to do since Jake’s whipping warning remained fresh in my mind, I chanced a look at Jake.
Jake stared back. “Who’s in control here, tonight?”
I didn’t have the faintest idea anymore. Could be either of them. There was one thing I knew for sure. “Not me,” I offered.
He gave my wrists a squeeze; I supposed it was to remind me just how little control I had.
“You?” I asked.
“You asking or telling?”
I stared, unsure if this was a trick question. “Telling,” I decided, as the word left my lips.
Jake nodded. “And Dev. What do you think will happen if I let you go and you move your arms?”
I stared up and into Dev’s brown eyes. Their predatory gleam spoke volumes. “He’ll whip me,” I said.
“And love doing it,” Dev agreed. “And I think you’d love it. You’re so turned on right now I wouldn’t be surprised if the next time I touch you that you come.”
Jake studied me. “She’d better not. You hear me, Stella. You don’t climax until I give you permission.”
“But—” I tried, realizing that not only had I lost control of the decision on where to move, but I’d just lost control over when I could have an orgasm.
“If you come before I say, I’ll bend you over that chair myself and hold you down while Dev beats. Got it? Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” I said, no less aroused. In fact, I found as I gave up control to Jake and Dev, my need for sexual release grew to inhuman proportions. I was weak with my arousal, and so turned on, I was willing to do nearly anything if it meant one of them would mount me, slide their cock inside, and ride me hard.
“She is a docile little thing, isn’t she?” Dev observed. “Kitten, I can’t wait to fuck you. I’m gonna make you feel so good you’ll never want to leave us,” Dev promised, letting his fingers dance over my stomach. “Would you like that?”
Bloody hell. I’d love that. I wanted that. Had been desperate for that from the first moment I saw him strut onto the Hammerjacks stage last month.
Jake sprawled, lengthwise, beside me. He threw one jean-clad thigh over mine, pinning my hips to the bed beneath him. With Dev crouching over me and my wrists held tight in Jake’s hand, he kept me splayed beneath him with the press of one leg,. I felt stretched, laid bare, and wonderfully helpless.
Jake cupped my other breast and the warmth of his hand radiated through my entire body. When he began to knead and stroke my nipple, my insides turned to mush.
It was a slow torture, this erotic play. Both men touched, just enough to stimulate, stroked, only to tease. I was desperate to be filled, so in need I of an orgasm I couldn’t think straight.
Dev squeezed the pebbly bud of my erect nipple again, this time punctuating the squeeze with a flick over the sensitive nub with his thumb. “Would you like that?” he asked again, reveling in his slow torture. His eyes were fixed to my face, intense and knowing. “Would you like me to take off my pants, impale that luscious pussy of yours, and fuck you hard?”
I opened my mouth, licked my lips because they felt parched, then Jake was there. His mouth closed over mine with such force it took my breath away. His tongue was hot on mine, demanding, but his lips were soft. His skin was smooth and silky, and he was indescribably delicious. I met his kiss, offered myself to him. As our mouths melded, demanded more of the other, Dev’s lips locked onto my nipple.
I arched as soon as the slick wetness of Dev’s mouth heated my skin. His tongue lashed the hot bud in long, wet licks. When he began flicking his tongue over the sensitized flesh I thought I’d go mad.
I sighed into Jake’s mouth and he deepened the kiss, swallowing my whimpers. Suddenly all of this was too much. There was too much sensation, too much stimulation. Every touch drove me to a higher level of need; every stroke left me more desperate for release.
“I want her first,” Dev whispered around my skin. He released my nipple with a wet, pop. Eyes trained on mine, he told Jake, “I want to feel that tight pussy you’ve been telling me about.”
Before Jake could answer, Dev parted my thighs with his knee and eased himself into place. Even through the leather pants I could feel his erection. It was enormous and solid as a rock.
“Yes!” I begged. My pride had gone out the window some time ago. I writhed on the bed beneath Dev; too desperate for his cock to behave with any decorum, and too terrified this was merely another tease to truly believe Dev was going finally to take me.
I nearly screamed in protest when he retreated. The only thing that held me together was the fact that he didn’t go far. He crouched between my thighs, hands on his zipper. His chocolate eyes simmered as he gazed at me. Then only sound in the room was the soft flicker of the fire, our breathing, and the sound of metal gliding over metal as Dev undid his pants and slid them low on his hips. As soon as I saw the tufts of hair between his legs and the thick erection jetting up from the curls, I let out a soft moan.
Dear God, the man was huge!
Licking his lips, Dev lowered himself even as Jake slid his thigh away to make room.
“You want this bad, don’t you, kitten,” Jake said.
“Oh yeah,” I said.
Dev settled atop me. Already, his pale skin was slick with sweat. He felt hot and indescribably perfect. His muscled chest was hard and unyielding against my breasts. The curled edges of his hair fanned out across his wide shoulders. It struck me again how angelic he looked. But he was no angel.
Dev closed his eyes for a moment, seemed to struggle for control.
“She’s tight,” Jake reminded him. “Don’t hurt her.”
“Hurt me,” I begged. I was a little surprised to hear myself give voice to the sentiment, but I cared for about a millisecond. “I don’t care what you do as long as you do it right now.”
Dev’s lips quirked into a grin, but he said nothing.
“What a dirty little girl you’ve become,” Jake observed. Still clasping my wrists, he released my breast, slid his arm between Dev and me, and eased it between my thighs.
“You are soaking,” he informed me, unnecessarily since I could feel the moisture seeping out of my pussy even as I lay there.
Jake’s fingers trailed over my quim, brushed against the skin of my labia, before he found my numb and gave me a slow, languorous stroke.
“Oh God, help me,” I begged. “Please Dev.”
Closing finger and thumb around my clitoris, Jake stroked, teased, and prodded me to a higher plain of
desire. I squirmed beneath this exquisite torture, rolled my head back and forth.
“Please Dev,” I said again. “I’m begging.”
Jake fell on me. When his lips closed over mine, when I felt his tongue against my lips, nudging them open, my world stopped. He kissed me with an aggressive eagerness that made my blood boil. I welcomed the taste of him, I breathed in the intoxicating scent of him, cried out for more.
With Jake focused on my mouth and my clit, Dev rotated his hips and positioned himself. “Want me to fuck you now, kitten?” Dev wanted to know.
“Please,” I panted against Jake’s lips, so excited I could scarce think a coherent thought.
Jake used his thumb on my clit, making tiny circles over and driving me to the brink of madness.
“Ask me nicely, then,” Dev was saying.
Dear God, he wanted me to ask nicely? “Fuck me,” I said, trying desperately to sound sweet. I knew, though, that I sounded more out of breath and needy than anything else.
He shifted his cock, eased it closer, nearer entrance. “Say, please.”
“Please! Please fuck me, Dev. Please, fuck me now.”
Dev drove into me fast and hard. The unexpected movement sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through my body. I reeled and bucked beneath both men, twisted uncontrollably when Dev eased his erection back then slid into me a second time.
“Oh God!” I cried, far beyond any self-control.
Jake leaned onto an elbow and surveyed the proceedings with obvious pleasure. As though we were his students and this joining was our final exam.
“Oh, Dev,” I managed, as he found a rhythm and rode me as hard as he had promised. Our skin smacked, the sound sex seemed to echo off the walls.
Dev bent to me, pressed his lips to mine and kissed me. His tongue moved leisurely over mine as he took his time tasting. Still, his kisses were hungry, like those of a ravenous man. I thought he would have swallowed me whole had he been able.
I would have wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close had Jake not been holding my arms pinned to the bed over my head. I was forced to lay docile beneath Dev, completely at his mercy. All I could do was meet him thrust for thrust as he rode me into a state of complete, all-encompassing rapture.
Beside me, Jake moved. He tangled his fingers in Dev’s hair and gave him a tug. I tried to suck Dev’s tongue into my mouth, was desperate to keep him where he was, but Jake was insistent and would not be denied. Even as Dev’s mouth slid away from mine, Jake edged closer. Their tongues met in the air, danced, then Jake pulled Dev closer still and deepened the kiss.
Even as Dev moved within me, his tongue danced in Jake’s mouth. I could hear Jake panting as his arousal increased, see his fingers tighten in his lover’s hair as he angled for more access.
When the two parted, both men turned to look at me.
Lost in the thrill of Dev moving inside of me, I didn’t realize what they intended until they descended on me.
Jake’s lips touched mine first, then Dev was there, intermittently licking my lower lip and sucking the tender skin into his mouth, then doing the same to Jake. All of our tongues met, tasted, and explored. I’d never been kissed by two men before, least of all at the same time. With Dev inside of me, Jake teasing my clit, and both men within my mouth, I did all I could do not to scream.
Dev rode me hard, withdrawing till he was nearly free of my body, then thrusting forward. My body had become nothing more than a sensor of pleasure. Dev worked me until I didn’t think I could take any more, and then he drove me further. It was better than anything I’d ever experienced in thirty years of life.
Before today I didn’t think I’d take to having to submit to both men at the same time, but now I was glad they’d taken matters into their own hands and brought me here despite my refusal to join them.
Lying with Jake and Dev was pure ecstasy.
Abruptly, Jake withdrew from our joined kissed. I felt the pressure on my wrists ease. Suddenly, they were freed. I found I could lift them if I wanted to. I figured I wouldn’t press my luck. Chances were that although Jake had released my hands, he wanted them to remain where they were.
Next to go was the tickling sensation on my quim.
Before I could protest, Dev sprawled atop me and took over the kiss. He drove his cock into me hard, rotated his hips, and pulsed inside of me. My quim shuddered under the luscious sensations. Even as I screamed his name I could feel my insides wanting to spasm, feel them drawing an orgasm up and out of me.
“Feel good, kitten?” Dev wanted to know.
I nodded, so lost in sensation I barely noticed when Jake eased off the bed and disappeared from sight. I only saw him, a moment later, when he reappeared behind Dev because the bed dipped when he crawled back on it.
“Does my dick feel good, baby?” Dev demanded.
“Feels amazing,” I managed. I was too lost in the feel of Dev to wonder what Jake was up to. I was too close to my own release to consider anyone else but me. “Oh God Dev, I’m gonna come.”
Abruptly, Dev stilled. At the same time, Jake reasserted his presence with a dictate. “No you don’t,” he said. “We haven’t given you permission.”
I wanted to cry out my frustration, clasp Dev’s buttocks and make him move within me again. It took every bit of strength I had to remain still on the bed and wait. They weren’t looking for a she-devil—as Dev had called me—but someone more acquiescent. They wanted me pliant and submissive, not stiff and demanding.
“You don’t come…” Dev was saying, then trailed off.
Jake’s fingers closed over Dev’s hips and Jake eased closer to him, making Dev twist his head around. Glancing over his shoulder, he began to say something to Jake. The words, however, never came. Dev swung around to face me and his eyes rolled up in his head. A low moan of pure ecstasy slid from between his lips and he collapsed on top of me.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered. “Stop Jake. I can’t concentrate if you do that. Oh, God!”
Jake didn’t stop, however. He thrust again, driving Dev forward so deliberately this time that Dev’s cock slid within me, setting off shockwaves in my body. I moaned and Dev went positively mad.
Drawing himself up onto his elbows, Dev opened his eyes and gave me an evil grin. “Now you’ve done it,” he said, finishing on a groan as Jake eased out then plunged again. “Oh, fuck! That feels good.”
I cried out, heady with the thought of release, as Dev was forced deeper into me again.
Jake fell against Dev. He splayed his hands on both sides of my head and rested his entire body weight on Dev. I was grateful Dev had had the foresight to hold his own weight on his elbows. If not, I would have been crushed. Together, I knew they had to weigh a good four hundred pounds. Maybe more.
“Fuck Stella,” Jake ordered when Dev seemed completely unable to move under his own steam. He drove into to Dev so hard his arms nearly went out from under him. Jake didn’t withdraw this time. He pressed his lips to Dev’s ear, ran his tongue along the outer edge then began to whisper into it. “Don’t torment her, Dev. She wants this bad. Just like you want it bad.” Saying this, Jake drew back and sank into Dev again, bringing a plaintive moan from him. “Look at her, Dev.”
Both men stared at me. Jake’s expression was soft, rapturous even as Dev’s was dazed with sensation overload. Dev’s eyes began to clear though, and a moment later he eased back, his cock setting off tremors in me. When he thrust, it was deliciously hard. I cried out even as he was pulling back. He withdrew, nearly to the point of slipping free, then set his teeth and drove deep into me.
I screamed again, as pleasure descended with a force that staggered me. I bucked beneath Dev, met him thrust for thrust. I was so desperate for release, so in need to come I thought I’d lose my mind if I had to wait much longer.
Dev’s hips moved with piston like precision and strength. Every thrust sent lusciously erotic vibrations churning through my stomach, tingling up my spine, and settling in my quim. I
lost all control. Every possession had me crying out for more, every withdrawal had me sucking in a breath in preparation for the next. This was pleasure unparalleled.
The tingle in my pussy quickly increased, became more demanding. I knew an orgasm was dancing on the periphery, swirling just out of reach.
“Did I say you could come?” Jake demanded, riding Dev as hard as Dev was riding me.
“Please,” I begged.
“No.”
Dev groaned, as if the “no” had not been for me but for him. That’s when I realized that there wasn’t a state of existence that could adequately describe what Dev was feeling. Even as Dev slid into me, Jake was easing out of him. As Dev withdrew, Jake was slamming himself home. I knew that what I was feeling was as close to euphoria as I figured I’d ever get. I also knew by the rapturous look on Jake’s face that he was feeling damn good, as well. But one look at Dev and I would have given my right arm to experience the sensations roiling through his body. No matter what he did, no matter how he moved, two people were pleasuring him. Even as I stared up at him, Dev grunted and groaned, seemed to struggle for focus.
“Too much!” Dev cried out. “I can’t hold it.”
Mercifully, Jake gave the command I’d been desperate to hear.
“Come,” he said.
As if his voice had been the trigger I needed, the orgasm spilled over me like hot milk. I bucked beneath both men, twisted and screamed as I climaxed. Above me, Dev thrust in deep and pulsed four times. Then he froze and let out a groan, I knew he was ejaculating into me and Jake into him.
When it was over, the three of us collapsed onto the bed in a heap.
I don’t remember much after that.
Exhausted and satiated, I fell fast asleep.
1/15/05 4:00 a.m.
I woke with a start, then covered my ears against the obnoxiously loud whining of an alarm clock. I didn’t use an alarm clock so I had no idea where this one had come from.
All around me was darkness—at first. Then, as my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I saw the dying embers of what had once been a blazing fire. And that was when I remembered where I was.
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