by Alisha Rai
“Do you see how bad Eli wants you?” Taylor asked quietly.
Eli remained silent, but he fisted his cock, stroking it slowly. Seemingly mesmerized by the motion, she swayed a little closer, until her lips were just a hairsbreadth away from his wet tip.
“Answer me, Ana.” His voice cracked like a whiplash, and she jumped, Eli’s cock brushing against her bottom lip. He didn’t miss the way her tongue flicked out to taste her lip exactly where he’d touched her.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? Repeat it.”
“Yes, I see how bad he wants me.”
“You’re licking your lips. Do you want to suck his cock?”
“Yes.”
Eli automatically stroked Ana’s hair, and she leaned into it. “Good girl, being so honest.” With their shared past, Eli only had to look at the items in Taylor’s hands to know where to take this next. Eli stepped backward and dropped into the armchair, spreading his legs wide. He crooked his finger at Ana. “Come here, little one.”
Instead of standing, she made both of their dicks a little harder by crawling over to Eli, her firm tits swaying with the motion. Holding the base of his erection steady, she licked up the sides, tracing the veins roping his thick length.
“She likes to tease,” Eli said tightly.
“You know how to deal with that.” Taylor walked up behind Ana and dropped to his knees, placing his toys next to him.
She made a motion to turn to look at him, aborted when Eli slid a commanding hand under her hair to cup the nape of her neck. “Come on now, sweetheart. Enough playing.”
Taylor could see the flirtatious glance she shot Eli as she mouthed the head of his dick. Oh, the witch was going to pay.
“Widen your legs,” he said, amused when she complied immediately. No doubt she thought he would be seeing to her pleasure and the clit that was demandingly poking out for his attention.
Not just yet, he wouldn’t.
“I don’t think she’s taking me seriously, Tay.”
“Don’t worry. She knows better than to play around with me.” If she could have, he knew she would have turned around and rolled her eyes at him. Instead, she merely lapped at Eli’s dick.
Taylor picked up the lube and squirted a generous amount on his fingers. When he pressed her cheeks open, her tiny, puckered asshole winked up at him. Relishing the moment, he eased his finger inside. She jerked, but Eli’s hands on her head kept her from moving too much. Nonetheless, Taylor landed a spank on her cheek. “You knew this was part of the deal. No moving. I don’t want to hurt you, got it?”
“Yes.” Her voice was breathy, her tone accepting. She rested her forehead against Eli’s thigh. He moved his finger in and out of her and then added another, squirting some more lube on her, opening her up for what was to come. The tight, muscular ring clenched around his fingers. What would it feel like when he finally sank his cock inside of her? His balls tightened.
When he judged her ready for the next step, he removed his fingers, picked up the plug and coated it with lubrication. “You weren’t very nice, teasing Eli like that. So you’re going to be the one teased now.” He placed the tip of the plug against her rectum and gently slid it in. She gasped. “This is an inflatable plug. It goes in nice and easy.”
“You call this nice and easy?”
Control. God, it was hard to retain this control when he wanted to turn into a rutting beast. Wait. Make this so good for her. She deserves it. “Compared to some of the monsters Eli probably has around this place, yes. Can you guess why it’s going in so easy?”
“It’s not inflated.”
“You’re so smart. Here’s the deal, sweetheart. You have one job—make Eli come.” He squeezed the bulb at the end of the plug and she shuddered, more from the sound, it seemed, than any actual inflation. “I’m going to be back here, and every five lashes, I’m going to squeeze this plug a few times. I’ll stop when you meet your end of the deal. That means how big that plug gets depends entirely on you.”
“Lashes?”
He picked up the crop next to him. The tails were made of velvet with tiny heavy balls at the end, more designed to tantalize than hurt. Had they been doing this longer, he might have used the heavier duty whip…but that could come later.
Oh please God, let that come later. For the first time he considered the thought that they could continue these games, take them even further. Exhilaration filled him, and he brought the crop down on Ana’s upturned ass. She whimpered, and he thrilled at the sound. “One,” he counted softly.
“You aren’t really serious…”
He brought his hand down again. “Two.”
“Taylor.”
She wasn’t saying her safe word, so he continued. “Three. Four.” Holding the crop at his side, he pumped the bulb on the plug, making her jump.
“That wasn’t five!”
“You’re not behaving. One.”
She immediately reached for Eli’s cock, but his friend grabbed both of her hands and pinned them to his thighs. “Mouth only,” he said lightly.
She gave an adorable growl, but seeing as she had no other choice, she complied, sucking his cock into her mouth and setting a fast pace.
Watching his wife get face fucked by another man should have destroyed him. But instead it had him so hot, he had to concentrate on her reddening ass to keep from grabbing her, laying her on the ground and finishing this.
Time and place no longer existed, or so it seemed for Ana. Her world was reduced to these two men, and the once-in-a-lifetime experience they were giving her.
Too much. Not enough.
Talk about sensory overload. The familiar mixed with the new. The slap of the velvet tails against her burning ass, the pump of the bulb of the butt plug, the slurping sound she made as she worked on Eli’s cock, the thought of Taylor watching it all with those burning hot eyes…she whimpered. Oh, yeah, Taylor. Those suspicions about her secret submissive nature were pure fact now. Her reaction to both males’ dominance put that question to rest.
I’ll stop when you meet your end of the deal.
She’d hold him to that damned promise.
Eli’s cock was longer than her husband’s, though not as thick. His smell and taste was nice, but unfamiliar. Likewise, the hands sifting through her hair were decidedly different from Taylor’s.
If she didn’t need someone’s cock inside of her soaked pussy post-haste, she might have been able to savor the differences between the two men some more. Instead, she bobbed her head faster and faster, until she was sucking him all the way down to his base.
Eli’s loud groan told her she was doing something right, but it was Taylor’s muttered curse that prompted her to suck a little harder on the upstroke, well aware that he could see the way her cheeks hollowed out, knowing that he was cataloguing every minute reaction of her body.
It was like she was the willing exhibition and he was the voyeur. Bite your tongue. No, not voyeur, because that would mean he was simply going to watch, and she wouldn’t be able to bear that.
As if to remind her of his active participation, Taylor gave a series of pumps, rocketing the feeling of fullness in her ass to borderline discomfort. Drawing her mouth off Eli’s cock, she ignored the tightening of Eli’s hands over hers. “Taylor.”
“Hmm?”
“Please, no more. Just…someone fuck me, please.”
“Someone will.” Taylor’s voice was very mild. Since she was filled with a bone-deep certainty that he was more aroused than ever before, it was extremely sexy. “Remember our deal.”
Fucking deal…suddenly determined to win this battle of wills, she drew upon every iota of knowledge she knew about the male body to drive Eli out of his mind. She lowered her head to lick at his balls, drawing each one into her mouth for a suck. He shouted and raised his hips, and she responded by sucking even more of him, rolling them around on her tongue before swooping down the shaft again to swallow his erection, deep-throating it until
tears came to her eyes.
It took her a second to realize that Eli wasn’t trying to pull her away the way that Taylor usually did when he worried she was taking too much of him. His hands were exerting a steady pressure on her scalp, keeping her where he wanted her.
Dizziness made her head spin, and she was unsure if it was from the lust or the slight lack of air. Eli didn’t see her as fragile or in need of protection, from either of the men. Because she wasn’t, damn it. She knew that, had come to grips with it before starting this, but having such a clear indication of his sentiment on the matter, oh, it bolstered her newly fragile confidence to have his corroboration.
Plus, she really liked having her hair pulled. She may have to grow it long to get the full effect.
Resisting the pressure of his hands was a whole new brand of hot, she discovered as she withdrew for a much-needed gulp of air. His cock rested on her tongue for a second before he thrust back into her mouth. She fought her gag reflex as his grip became more demanding. Once, twice, three times more she bobbed over him, only dimly hearing Taylor speak sharply. “Not inside her.”
Eli tugged on her hair frantically, and she realized that he was coming. She removed her mouth, and despite their orders to keep her hands to herself, she wrapped her hand around his wet shaft. He covered hers and groaned long and low as he ejaculated, the semen oozing up over their joined hands, some of it splattering on his belly. Heart pounding, she stroked him until every last drop had been forced out.
It took her a second to realize that Taylor had stopped whipping her and was instead rubbing his hands over her heated ass. His calloused hands dipped down her thighs.
When he screwed his fingers inside her slit, rubbing in and out at a steady pace, she felt like Christmas and her birthday had been rolled into one. It was perfect, glorious, the pressure in her pussy complementing the pressure in her ass. But just a few thrusts and he was done, fingers gone. She arched her ass backward and got a tiny smack on the side of her cheek for that.
Harder. The lashes had warmed her up so well, she’d barely felt that love tap. She wiggled her hips. Another smack. He nudged her legs further apart, shoving her head deeper onto Eli’s lap, giving her a very up-close view of his still-ample cock. Confused, she tried to turn around, but they both hushed her back into place.
She felt a slight pressure against the spread folds of her pussy, and then nothing. A whistle of air preceded the tassels of the whip cracking against her open tissues.
Oh God. She arched her back. “Taylor.”
He slapped her pussy again with the soft crop. “Yes.”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Not yet.”
“You have to.”
“No.”
Another slap. She bucked, and Eli’s hand came to rest on her head.
“Didn’t I say I was in charge?” Taylor asked.
A spurt of irritation burst through her. “I didn’t think you would make me suffer. Fuck me or forget this.”
There was silence behind her. Charged silence. Trying to gauge her husband’s mood without completely defying him, she glanced up at Eli who was studying her, all easy and amused, a contrast to the hardening cock right near her face. Her husband had a very fast recovery time. Apparently it was a wolf thing.
“You’re a brave girl, aren’t you? Do you know what we do to women who defy us?” Eli’s silky, menacing tone belied his relaxed face.
Her thighs clenched. A little bit of menace went a long way with her. She shook her head. Taylor was suddenly at her ear, his lips tracing the outside of it. His breath puffed against her as he spoke. “We tie them up until they can’t move at all. We might masturbate in front of them, have them suck our cocks, come on them. But they don’t get to have an orgasm. Do you want that?”
Eli’s cock tapped her lips. As hot as it would be to have these two beautiful men coming in front of her, she wouldn’t enjoy it quite so much if she had to go without any relief. “No.”
“So who’s calling the shots here? You or me?”
“You.”
“I’m in charge.” He pumped the plug multiple times, until she was laying with her cheek against Eli’s cock, eyes closed, panting. “Is that right?”
She had trouble concentrating. “What?”
“Who’s in charge here?”
Yes. Give her more of that dark, dominating tone. “You are.”
“Will you argue with me again?”
“No.”
“Because you want to come, right?”
“Right.”
His silence told her that her complete surrender satisfied him. He slapped her again, and this time the velvet tail tangled with her clit. She fought the urge to thrust back against him for more contact, controlling her body’s responses. It was a heady feeling to have so much control over her basic impulses.
“Did you see that, Taylor? I think she deserves a prize for being so patient,” Eli purred.
“Mmm.” He pulled her off Eli and flipped her to her back. The thick carpet on the ground cushioned the move. She welcomed him without hesitation, spreading her legs as wide as she could. Taylor crawled up her body until his cock rested between the valley of her breasts. His eyes were dark as he grabbed the lube, squeezing it onto his cock, making sure she had a nice view of the moisture slicking over every inch of him. Placing his slick hands on her breasts, he squeezed them around his shaft until the heavy mushroom-shaped head peeked over the top of her cleavage. “Do you know where I’m going to fuck you?”
It was hard to speak, and not because of the weight of her husband’s cock on her body. “Yes.”
“Where?”
“In my ass.”
“That’s right. We’re going to take that plug out and I’m going to fuck your ass. Eli, maybe you should see how ready she is for both of us while I make sure I’m all oiled up.” Taylor squirted another dollop of lube on his cock, using her breasts like a fist to stroke it all over.
“With pleasure.” Eli got up from the chair and walked around her body, dropping down between her widespread legs. With Taylor blocking her view, she couldn’t see what Eli was doing. She expected him to penetrate her with his fingers, but the brush of his hair against her inner thighs was her only warning before he licked her with the flat of his tongue. She gasped, her hips arching, though of course he controlled her from moving too far. Eli settled in to lick her with fast, furious strokes of his rough tongue.
“Does that feel good?” Taylor asked, his voice silky, almost idle. She opened her eyes to find him watching her with an almost assessing look. Why had he been the one worried about losing control? He was in perfect control, while she was about two steps away from succumbing to a screaming fit.
“Not like when you do it.” It was true…while Eli was very talented, there was just a certain element missing that came from oral sex with her husband.
If she wasn’t watching, she would have missed the slight flash of yellow in Taylor’s eyes. That, more than anything so far, made her burn.
Eli’s breath puffed against her vagina as he spoke. “I think I’ve been maligned.”
“Nothing personal.” Now get back to it. She hadn’t said it was bad, just different.
Taylor dismounted from her chest, giving her a view of Eli’s blond head bobbing between her thighs. He vibrated his tongue against her clit, and she moaned.
“Now.”
Taylor’s voice brought Eli’s head up immediately. Ana lay there panting, watching as he caught the condom Taylor tossed at him and suited up, drawing the latex down over his already-hard cock.
Eli picked her up, arranging her so she was straddling his body, her legs on either side of his thighs, her pussy kissing the tip of his cock. Taylor’s hands were on her ass, spreading her wide. There was the sound of air releasing, and the fullness in her rectum dissipated, leaving behind only a strange aching, empty feeling. She glanced over her shoulde
r to catch Taylor’s face, all intense and focused on the sight of the plug being removed from her bottom. He caught her gaze and smiled. He looked eager and excited and young, the years falling away from him. She smiled back. He leaned in close and kissed her on the mouth as if he owned it, possessive, hard.
She was panting when he pulled away. He nodded to Eli, who brought her attention back to him when he inserted his cock in her pussy. He held his erection steady for her as she sank down. Thanks to all their hard work in preparing her, she didn’t even need to be coaxed into accepting it. Eli groaned loudly and tipped his head back, his strong, tanned throat working. “Christ, she’s so tight.”
“It’s like heaven, isn’t it?”
“More than heaven.”
“Are you okay, Ana?”
She couldn’t respond, she was so close to combusting. Without waiting for Eli to move, she started to ride his cock, crying out at the resulting flashes of ecstasy that came from the drag of his flesh against her inflamed tissues. Eli chuckled, the sound strained. “I think she’s fine.”
When two pairs of hard hands grabbed her hips and held her still, she wanted to struggle. Fearing that would delay the monster orgasm that was waiting for her even longer, she quieted, laying her head against Eli’s shoulder and breathing hard. “Hush, Ana. We’re not done yet.” Eli’s whisper brushed her ear.
His hands spread her ass wide, and she wished she had a mirror or a video camera to capture Taylor’s expression as his best friend offered her to him. A hard pressure pushed against her little virgin hole. “Relax,” Taylor murmured.
“I am.” Still, she tried to relax her body even more. As if waiting for her to let go, he pushed deep, lodging what felt like half his length inside of her. “Oh, God!”
Her shout didn’t deter Taylor. He thrust again, until she knew she must have taken all of him inside of her because she would never be able to take any more. She lay there, panting, unable to move, filled at both ends. Taylor stroked her hair. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. God, no.”
