The sound vibrated through his balls. Needing to hear the sound again, Riley returned to region and placed a little more pressure. This time, she groaned and moved her body closer to his.
He lowered his hands, touching her throat, her softy curved shoulders and the full length of her dimpled arms. Another sigh greeted him when he reached her wrists.
“Next, I’m going to have to check your shirt.”
Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him with a mixture of hunger and uncertainty.
Vittorio stepped forward. Riley could feel the other man’s comforting presence right behind him. “If at any time you are uncomfortable with what is going on, you must let us know, Amelia,” Vittorio said, assuring her he was in control of what was happening between them.
“I’m going to check your blouse now, Amelia. If you want me to stop…”
She shook her head no.
Riley sighed a silent breath of relief and unbuttoned her shirt. When the last button was free, he parted her shirt to reveal the lacy bra underneath. The sight of her full, bound breasts stole his breath. In the wake of his hard gasp, Vittorio gave a hard groan of need. Riley wasn’t the only one affected by the sight of Amelia’s lace-clad breasts.
Holding her gaze, Riley started at her shoulders and made his way south, mapping the hills, valleys, and plains of her body. He teased her collarbone, caressed her chest, and cupped her breasts. Looking into her eyes, he weighed the heavy mounds in the palms of his hands, feeling the burn from their presence deep in his soul.
Teeth gritted, blood pounding in his ears, Riley undid the front clasp of her bra. The sharp sound of metal hitting the marble floor cut through the air. Riley glanced down at the key that laid between their feet. He stared at it for a moment, too surprised by the sight of the cemetery gate’s key to do anything for a moment. The one thing that pounded through his mind was, she’s hiding something.
And then he lifted his head and glanced at her breasts.
They were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen tipped with large, rosy nipples. “Gorgeous,” he murmured and lifted one heavy orb. He wasn’t surprised when Vittorio cupped the other mound. Riley had been painfully aware of every step his friend took toward Amelia. He’d actually been waiting for the moment when Vittorio would move from the background and touch Amelia.
Riley brushed one thumb across the swollen tip of the breast in his hand, but his gaze was on Vittorio’s dark fingers. His thumb and index finger strummed her other nipple, coaxing blood to the already engorged bud it appeared to be aching with need.
It was not the first time that Vittorio and Riley had shared a woman. Over the years of their friendship they’d discovered they preferred a female who understood them enough to accept them both. So Riley had been prepared for the satisfaction that radiated through him at the sight of Vittorio’s hands on Amelia’s golden skin. What he had not been ready for was the degree of the pleasure.
It nearly brought him to his knees.
Unable to help himself Riley reached out and brushed his knuckles across the distended tip of one breast. When he pulled back the bud was tighter and stood out more prominently. He lifted his gaze and looked at Amelia’s face. Her blue eyes were bright with the hungry gleam of desire.
He and Vittorio continued to caress her nipples. This time they were rewarded with a soft, almost tender sigh of bliss.
But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
Vittorio must have been feeling the same raging hunger within because he spoke the thoughts Riley was feeling. “We’re going to remove your panties now, Amelia.”
Chapter Three
Secret Place
Amelia blinked hard at the masculine anticipation she heard in both men’s words. Unable to accept what her ears where telling her, she lifted her head and glanced at both of them.
And swallowed thickly.
Pure hunger carved the fine lines of their handsome faces in almost demonic relief.
Amelia backed up a little, only to be impeded by the same damned desk. A shudder of excitement ran through her limbs when Riley took a step forward. If he touches me… A moan of need slipped past Amelia’s lips at the thought of Riley’s hands on her heated flesh. But instead of reaching low, Riley grasped her wrists and undid the handcuffs.
“What are you hiding, Amelia?” he asked softly, his rich voice both dark and deep with sensual promise. She stared into his eyes as he held her hands. With a jolt, Amelia realized he’d re-cuffed her hands in front of her.
“I’m not hiding anything. I already told you what I’m looking for,” she answered as she tried to figure out what was going on between the three of them. If Amelia wasn’t mistaken, both men were turned on by the thought of stripping off her panties. Which didn’t make sense. Even though she was bare breasted and filled with burning need, she had enough sense to remember she wasn’t the kind of woman guys like Riley and Vittorio looked at, let alone got aroused for.
But both men were aroused. A quick glance at the growing bulges between both of their thighs had confirmed that.
Amelia bit her bottom lip and decided to ride the night out for all it was worth. It wasn’t every day she found herself the focus of two gorgeous men. Even though she was going to fail her mission, she might get something worthwhile in the bargain. “You can search each and every inch of me. You won’t find anything.”
They could take off her panties and do more as far as she was concerned. She was theirs to do with what they wanted.
“We’ll see about that,” Vittorio growled before grabbing her arms and whipping her around. Amelia’s breath whooshed out of her parted lips at the same time her eyes landed on the tabletop. Booted feet kicked at her heels, widening her stance until she was forced to lean over the desk for support.
Amelia closed her eyes and breathed deeply as her heart rate kicked up to match the tempo of her desire.
She’d never been more turned on in her life.
“I’m going to check your skirt now,” Vittorio said.
His voice was deep and his words were purposefully pronounced—as though Vittorio wanted Amelia to be fully aware of what was going on.
As if she was anything but vividly aware of his and Riley’s every touch.
She nodded her head numbly.
Her nipples had been aching ever since she’d set eyes on the two gorgeous men. Now they were finally going to search her skirt, hopefully brush up against her clit and give Amelia just a little bit of the friction she was craving.
Two different set of hands wrapped around her ankles. She’d never considered the region sensitive, but then again she’d never had any lovers pay as much attention to the area as Riley and Vittorio were doing. They massaged and caressed the area until Amelia felt sure her knees were going to give out under the intense pleasure. Then they moved north, teasing and kneading muscles exhausted from her two runs until she felt liquefied. “So good,” she sighed unable to hide her appreciation of their touch.
“So far nothing,” Vittorio said as his fingers traced the line where her inner thigh met her sex. She shuddered and leaned further onto the desk as she opened her legs giving both men enough room to touch her intimately. She gasped their names when Riley reached the same area. The pleasure of their fingertips on her heated skin was great, but not nearly enough.
Amelia almost yelled in relief when both men grasped the edges of her panties and pulled the thin fabric down her thighs. Gingerly, she stepped out of them.
For several moments, neither man did anything. Amelia got the distinct impressive they were staring at her naked, bent over backside. A glance over her shoulder confirmed it. She stared to turn away, too embarrassed by the look on their faces to continue watching the two men when Vittorio lifted his gaze. “Turn around, Amelia. We’ve got to check everything,” he growled in a voice so dark and intoxicating she wondered why she didn’t orgasm right on the spot.
She licked her lips and nodded her head before turning aroun
d. The moment she was facing them she closed her eyes and waited for their decadent touch. She opened her eyes and her muscles tightened at the feel of slightly roughened hands on her flesh.
Vittorio.
She closed her eyes and sank into the pleasure of his touch.
He paused, hand above her sheath. Amelia groaned, so full with disappointment, she couldn’t contain it. She opened her eyes to find him watching her with a smile in his bright, brown eyes.
“We need to do this according to protocol.” He paused dramatically and strode across the room. Riley and Amelia watched as he fiddled with a few gadgets and flicked some switches on the security panel. He must have done something important because Riley’s fingers flexed around Amelia’s thigh twice.
Mouth dry, she waited for him to announce what protocol-required act or item they were missing.
“We need to record your search,” he said dramatically. “This way if there are any questions we can securely say it was by the books.”
Before she could respond, Riley spoke. “Make sure to put it on zoom,” he said. “The viewer needs to be able to see everything,” he said as he brushed his fingers up and down her outer thigh.
The caress should not have felt so intimate. Especially when one considered the fact that Amelia had her hands handcuffed in front of her. But it was, particularly in light of the tender, deep tone of Riley’s voice when he spoke.
Vittorio took a step away from the security panel and grabbed one of the chairs. Pulse racing, Amelia watched his every move as he strategically placed the seat in front of the panel. “Sit down, Amelia.”
At Vittorio’s command, Amelia felt her heartbeat kick up a notch and her pussy flooded with cream.
On legs that shook with every step, Amelia walked over to the seat. She stared down at it, nervous about what going to happen should she decide to sit.
“Now, Amelia!” Riley’s intoxicating voice cut through her fear and gave her the strength to take the seat.
“Place each of your legs over the arms.”
She lifted her head swiftly to stare at both men in horror. If she did as Vittorio had demanded she would be totally open. Her little scrap of a skirt could only shield so much. And in that position it wouldn’t be hiding anything.
“Amelia, if you will not comply—” Before Riley could finish with his threat, Amelia lifted her left leg and placed it over the chair’s arm. Her right leg followed, although at a slower pace. Her eyes closed of their own volition once she’d situated both legs.
There was no way she was going to be able to look at either man while she was in that position.
The heavy rasp of deep breathing was the only response to her actions. Although it slowly became softer, it never quite dissipated. Unable to take their lack of action anymore, Amelia opened her eyes. From beneath her lashes she looked at both men. She was stunned by what she saw.
Riley and Vittorio appeared to be riveted by the sight of her sex. Beautiful eyes blazing with a fire that seemed to burn deeply, they stared at her hungrily.
Amelia licked her lips, closed her eyes and tilted her head back when she saw Riley drop to his knees.
The pads of his fingertips moved up her inner thigh, teased the area where hip met leg, before drifting left to caress her sheath. Her teeth dug deeper into her bottom lip and her hands lifted to grip the chairs as she moved her bottom, determined to get closer to the satisfaction Riley’s hands promised.
Although she loved the feel of his fingers on her flesh, Riley was not giving her the touch her burning body required. His hands were just a little too light. Then there was the clitoral stimulation her every nerve ending was begging for.
“Open your eyes, Amelia.”
Her lids snapped open at Vittorio’s harshly growled words. Her gaze automatically sought his, only to be caught by a searing image that stole what little breath she had.
It was her, on all the screens, legs open, pussy bare. It was the most erotic sight Amelia had ever seen. Reluctantly she tore her gaze away to find Vittorio watching her with a hard smile on his face.
His desire, his desire for her, was riding him hard.
Feminine power like none she’d ever felt before surged through her veins.
“You’re going to watch that screen.” He pointed to the one nearest her. She nodded her head. Her mouth was too dry to form words.
But Vittorio wouldn’t let her get away with that. “Amelia?”
“Yes, I’ll watch,” she managed to get past her dry lips.
Riley’s fingers appeared on the screen a breath away from the puffy lips of her sex.
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the television.
“We’re going to make sure you don’t have anything concealed here.” Riley’s fingers brushed down the slick, swollen lips of her cunt right as he finished his statement, highlighting exactly what “here” meant.
“Oh yes.” Amelia’s reply was so soft it was almost a whisper. Nothing had ever sounded so good to her.
The fact they were pretending the strip search was part of their protocol and she was an unwilling participant was doing dangerous things to her libido, heating her up until her sex felt swollen with need.
Riley’s blunt fingers parted the folds of her sex to reveal the glistening pink flesh beneath. Amelia stared at the screen, feeling as though she was seeing her own body for the first time.
Maybe because she was seeing from both men’s point of view.
And in their eyes she was beautiful, sensual, and sexy.
A low whimper filled with need floated through the pungent air the moment Riley touched her. “Nothing here,” he said softly as his finger teased the area between her clit and slit, never once touching the entrance to her sheath or her clitoris.
It was pure torture to Amelia’s tightly strung nerves.
When she couldn’t take anymore he pressed his tongue to her clitoris. The very touch burned her to the core. Her cunt tightened with desire, fluttered with need and moistened with passion with every sweep of his talented tongue. All too soon Amelia found herself reaching that elusive release. She screamed as her orgasm swept through her.
When she opened her eyes she realised the two men had traded places. It was now Riley’s turn to watch as Vittorio brought her pleasure.
He knelt before her and parted the slick lips of her sex. She groaned his name when he slid one blunt finger deep into her sheath and gathered her cream before slowly removing it.
She breathed deeply as he moved the digit the tiniest bit north. Her muscles tightened when his finger strummed the turgid bud at the apex of her cunt. Amelia gritted her teeth as Vittorio took his time manoeuvring back her clitoral hood until the painfully sensitive head of her clit was revealed. With extra care he thumbed the nub. She moaned deeply as his hot touch exploded through her. “Oh God,” she groaned when he plunged two fingers deep into her sheath and twisted his wrist.
A high, sharp cry was torn from Amelia’s throat when her pussy tightened in orgasmic pleasure around his fingers. “Oh God, oh God,” she breathed out in an awed whisper as satisfaction wracked her body, left her quivering for more, and unsure of all she’d thought she knew about sexual bliss.
Amelia had never come so hard or so deeply in her life.
“We’ve searched everywhere, Amelia. There is nowhere left to search.”
She opened her eyes at Riley’s words. She knew instinctively what they were saying. They were ending the game. Unless she gave them a reason not to end it.
“Check again. This time use those.” She glanced pointedly at the swollen bulges between their thighs.
Both men smiled at her before undoing their bottoms. Riley freed his cock first. She stared hard at the thick length of his manhood as he palmed it from root to tip. A shudder ran through him when his fingers brushed across the ruddy, swollen head. Vittorio handed him one of the condoms from her picnic basket.
Liquid heat filled Amelia s she watched him sheath himself.
Cock bobbing in the air, he turned and grabbed the cherry blanket from her basket and placed it on the floor between them.
Amelia swallowed thickly as Riley lay before her. She stared at the long, thick length of his cock, wondering if she was woman enough to handle it.
No, but I’m willing to try.
She looked up in surprise at Vittorio. It felt as though he’d appeared beside her. She took his outstretched hand and made her way to Riley. Holding his gaze, she lowered herself until she was kneeling right above his manhood.
Riley reached up and wrapped his fingers around her nape. His mouth moved across hers as he pressed his length to her entrance. Looking deep into his eyes, she lowered her hips until the full length of his long, thick cock was imbedded within her. He plunged his tongue deep into her mouth as he surged his cock deep into her sheath. Her cry of pleasure was swallowed by their kiss.
He withdrew only to thrust deep into her pussy.
Fingers gripping Riley’s shoulders, Amelia hovered on the edge of bliss. She was so close to the release she could taste it, but she needed that final element to push her over the edge. She looked over her shoulder and caught Vittorio’s gaze. He watched them with half-lidded, desire darkened eyes as he palmed the turgid length of his cock. It was as equally attractive as Riley’s. Just as thick, but a little longer.
She wanted it inside of her.
“Condom and lube.”
The midnight fan of his lashes lifted until his smouldering eyes were gazing into hers. “Are you sure?” he rumbled, his voice dark and rough with need.
She nodded her head. “I need you,” she cried out.
Vittorio turned and grasped one of the condoms from her basket, tore it open and fitted it over his cock. Then he grabbed one of the semi-clear vials of lubricant and strode over to his.
“You’re going to need to be relaxed for this to work,” Riley softly murmured against her throat. She turned her head and captured Riley’s mouth.
Vittorio’s cock pressed harder against her rosette. The pulse of pleasure thrummed deep inside of her as she struggled with the wicked hunger his very presence elicited. Her hands tightened on Riley’s shoulders as she fought for control. Just when she thought it wasn’t going to work, he was too big, he pushed in several inches in one thrust.
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