by Jayne Rylon
It’d be so easy to imagine this pair as those guys. The ones she couldn’t stop lusting after even while another man caressed her. In truth, that was why she’d agreed to Lily’s blindfold. Trust her friend to guess and give Jambrea’s imagination fodder. Her mind could easily transform these two into the pair they were sadly a substitute for.
“Believe me, Jambi. This one is eager for you. I’ve never seen someone quite so…ready to play. Tell him you feel the same.”
“It should be obvious.” Jambrea rubbed her legs together, trying to ease some of the ache between them. When no one responded right away, she caved. “But yes, I’m looking forward to tonight. To you. Please get the hell out of here, Lily.”
A huff was all the answer she got from the man now petting the underside of her breast with reverent passes of his giant hand. Warmth radiated from his skin to hers, and yet her nipples began to pucker.
Oh, yes, this was what she’d come for.
Begged for.
Suffered the embarrassment of confession for.
“Your wish is my command.” Lily snorted, the sound coming further away than before. “I’m closing the door now. Remember your word.”
“Blue.” Jambrea quickly clarified, “I’m not saying it. Just… Yes, I remember.”
Lily flat out laughed this time. A delighted peal that Jambrea didn’t hear often. Or at least hadn’t. More and more, the happy expression leaked out. She smiled knowing she was responsible for it tonight. “Okay, I’m gone. Have fun, kids. I’ll be here when you’re finished, Jambi. You’re not alone. Ever.”
Jambrea winced as the door clicked shut. Maybe her temporary guys wouldn’t realize how deeply that fear rocked her. As if they’d taken it to heart, they were there.
Four hands roamed over her from her feet to her ankles and her fingertips to her wrists. They massaged, relaxing the renewed tension from her bit by bit. Though she’d never expected to find herself in this situation, Jambrea relished the freedom to simply absorb the sensations without having to make small talk or suffer the sometimes awkward social necessities she had avoided like the plague.
Somehow, this sensory introduction felt so much more honest than the intricate dance she’d done with Matt and Clint for months. She didn’t have to worry about what one would think when she enjoyed the touch of the other. They coordinated instead of clashing in a war for her attention. Fuck it. The guy at her feet with the longer, more deft fingers, she thought of him as Clint.
And the guy who had such beefy, heavy hands, which didn’t treat her like a china doll, she decided he would be pretend-Matt. She had no doubt Lily had selected them for those specific roles. What if they were hung like her real-life pair?
Lily had said Matt was large. Really thick. Could she handle someone like that?
Surely, they would have been filled in on her sparse sexual history.
As if they could sense her derailing slightly, they advanced. Again, Jambrea was thrilled by their silent communication. Two men that in tune had to have some kind of bond. Like Matt and Clint, if they’d ever tap into it instead of playing tug of war with each other. They’d left her flapping around between them like the flag in the middle, keeping score.
The bed dipped as Clint climbed on beside her, the better to reach her calves and then up to her knees with his sensual exploration. Matt followed shortly after, causing a full-on tilt to the mattress. He snuck his hands beneath her shoulders and propped her up far enough to slip beneath her. Bulky, his thickly muscled torso made sure she didn’t worry about squashing him into an all-beef pancake.
She moaned at the contact of all that heated flesh with hers. Nine years hadn’t been long enough for her to forget the intoxication caused by bare skin pressed to bare skin, especially with a light mat of chest hair trapped in between. An instant chemical reaction flipped her brain to off and turned her hormones to raging.
Taking advantage of her newfound pliancy, Clint slid his thumbs up the insides of her knees. With slight pressure, he parted her legs, nudging until she arranged herself with one thigh draped over each of the living, breathing—hard—props beneath her.
The ripple of Matt’s six-pack on her lower back thrilled her. She wriggled a bit in his hold until she realized she’d aligned the cleft of her ass perfectly with his shaft. And that was one mystery solved. Matt’s stand-in was enormous. Everywhere. Lily hadn’t exaggerated.
She froze, a little frightened at the prospect of holding all of him within her or, worse, of disappointing him by not accommodating his girth. But they had a while to go before she had to worry about that, right?
Would they rush to the finish or savor her complacency?
Hope sprung eternal that they’d take the scenic route. After all, they had a whole covered table of delicacies to enjoy together throughout the night, didn’t they? Maybe they planned to take her to the top over and over.
As if on cue, Clint left her to Matt. The man supporting her didn’t waste his opportunity to monopolize her body and attention. He nuzzled her neck, letting her feel the scrape of a modest five o’clock shadow. It looked so sexy on him, making his jaw seem even more imposing. Well, at least it did on the real Matt. She imagined it would be the same for this mystery man.
Arching her neck, she granted him better access. He took full advantage. Hungry nips and licks had her mewling. The plaintive sounds might have embarrassed her if they weren’t a big part of her limited communication. Without eye contact or the ability to read body language, it was easier to let them hear how they affected her with primal feedback than to explain with something more articulate, words she never could have found or uttered without dying of mortification.
Jambrea didn’t think before she lifted her hand to cup her breast in an attempt to smother the pulsating heaviness there. These guys had hardly touched her and already she had surpassed her own personal best records for being turned on. Just as she was about to grant herself some relief, Matt clamped down on her fingers, engulfing them easily in his grasp. He tucked her hands at her sides with enough force to make her positive he intended for them to stay there.
She wasn’t about to complain since he replaced her timid kneading with deliberate pinches that definitely didn’t hurt. No, he satisfied her longing for pressure and alleviated her restlessness, at least temporarily. Plumping her nipples, he tugged first one then the other with precisely the right amount of force to have her straining for more.
When the mattress shook this time, something rattled. A metallic click sounded in the quiet space a moment before something cool and smooth traced her areola. She gasped as she considered whether her interest in nipple clamps had been wise. Damn Lily and her questionnaire full of tantalizing options. Probably she shouldn’t have looked at it so much as a wish list but instead as more of an I-know-I-could-handle-that kind of guideline setter.
Too late now. Unless…
For one moment she considered using blue.
Until Clint went for a sneak attack and secured the tip of her other breast in between what felt like a matching contraption. Light pressure built as he slowly introduced her to the device. While it could surely bite more, she was glad when he didn’t push her limits. Instead, apparently satisfied, he waited for Matt to make her symmetrical.
“Shit!” She would have slapped her hand over her parted lips to prevent more curses from spilling from her mouth if Matt hadn’t told her, with his actions, to keep them at her sides.
Instantly, Clint removed some of the tension from the device.
“No, no. Put it back. Hurry.” She groaned when he complied. It felt so delicious, she never would have expected the way her new jewelry amplified the sensation in her breasts. Or maybe that exponential impact was courtesy of the men bookending her.
One of them chuckled the tiniest bit, enough to remind her of the real Clint. He loved to act as Razor’s sidekick when the recent ex-rookie played a prank on another member of the Men in Blue. A sense of humor attracted her more t
han most any other feature on a man.
She writhed in Matt’s hold.
Clint stilled her by leaning in and covering her lips with his. A soft, tender kiss had her quieting to make sure she absorbed every nuance of the exchange. Lily had left no detail out in guiding the three of them to fulfilling her every yearning.
Jambrea would have to think of an epic birthday present for her friend.
Mouth to mouth contact had been high on her list of preferred activities. There was something about kissing that struck her as more intimate than a host of the other proffered temptations.
Ah, damn, the guy plying her with his mouth was good at it too. Not that she’d made out with a ton of guys, but still… The night she’d shared her couch with Matt and Clint, while they’d waited for the Sex Offender antidote to save Lily, they’d proved to her that they excelled at a heck of a lot more than their roles on the force.
Hell, imitation Clint even tasted right, like the banana candies he squirreled away in their patrol car. Jambrea wouldn’t put it past Lily to have had each man use Clint and Matt’s brand of soap and deodorant, or their aftershave, to enhance her fantasy.
Her nostrils flared as she breathed the scent she’d begun to associate with arousal. All the time she’d spent around the duo of cops had imprinted their characteristics on her senses. Picking them, or carefully crafted imposters like these, out of a crowd in a blind taste test would be easy.
Clint broke her from her reverie when he separated them. She cried out and sought his mouth again. Before she could connect with his plump, inviting lips, Matt took the other guy’s place. While he was busy distracting her, or maybe simply enjoying their clash of energetic nibbles, the bed shifted once more.
This time the brush of something light and soft had her toes curling in the lush bedding. The feather. It had to be a feather, careening up her leg. Stroking her on the insides of her calf, knee and thigh. Up, up—to the moist apex of her thighs. It fluttered over her clit, which was sensitive enough at their handling to respond to even that barely there contact.
Her moan was devoured by the man at her mouth. He nudged her jaw with his thumb, encouraging her to open for him. So she did. Gladly. And when he let his tongue dance with hers, she sucked on the tip before rejoining the duel.
Right when she thought she’d leeched as much pleasure as possible from their interaction, he slipped the backs of his knuckles down her throat, across her collarbone and to the instrument hugging her nipple. He flicked it in a repetitive motion that had her vibrating with the result of his manipulation.
Damn these men. They knew all the tricks in the book. She wished she could return the favor. But all she knew how to do was lie there and take it. Next time she would let them bind her as they’d requested of Lily. Then again, knowing they’d wanted to, maybe they wouldn’t object to her passive nature, enhanced by lack of experience.
The feather passed between her breasts and must have nudged Matt as well. His breath caught and his sizable cock leapt at her back before he sealed their mouths yet again. She didn’t notice the absence of the plume until something much warmer, and wetter, replaced it in creating the swirling path being traced all over her body.
It took her a moment to realize what instrument of pleasure wreaked havoc on her system. But when she figured out that it was Clint’s tongue lapping at her, drawing ever nearer to her core, she couldn’t stay quiet or still. “Yes, please.”
Matt facilitated her immobility, pinning her to his mammoth chest and ensuring she stayed widespread for his partner in crime.
The man crawling between her legs nipped her inner thigh, making her squeal. Then he nuzzled the dampness that had spread there, overflowing from her pussy. Enthusiastic swipes of his tongue cleaned the juice from her skin. In search of more, he rose higher and higher.
His mouth opened and closed on her flesh, drawing lightly as he approached the place she needed his attention most. “More. Please.”
She arched in Matt’s hold, adoring him for grasping her hips and raising them as if she was as light as the feather they’d teased her with. He presented her to the man delivering rapture. Their coordinated attack poised her on the edge of flying.
Before she could shudder, moved by both the anticipation and realization of her fantasies, he paused his advance. She whimpered and reached for the man between her legs, but he’d left. Just for a moment. Matt returned her hands to her sides, this time pulling them behind her back, catching them between their bodies.
She didn’t complain when she realized she could touch him too.
Her hand closed around his cock, at least as much of it as she could handle.
A hiss of breath dusted her short hair against her nape. His teeth lightly scored her shoulder, though he didn’t stop her from manipulating him as much as she could given the awkward grip she had.
Her fingers rippled along his length, testing his solid erection. The need to be filled grew, making her desperate for attention. She writhed in his hold until his partner rejoined them, slithering between her legs as though he planned to crawl inside her.
This time he didn’t fool around. He closed his mouth over her clit, making her first shriek, then hum at the moist pressure he imparted on the swollen nub. Something cool nudged the opening of her pussy, adding to the sensations bombarding her.
Matt banded an arm around her waist, tucking her tight to him as force built on the tight rings of muscle at her core. Then it vanished as something round and modest popped into her pussy. Before she could discern the intent of the toy, another similar marble pressed against her. This one seemed slightly larger.
In it went too. She sighed, desperate for more. Clint accompanied the now steady stream of beads entering her with the flick of his tongue on her clit, long laps along her slit and gentle sucks on her lips. Soon she lost track of how many segments he’d shoved inside her.
All she knew was that she couldn’t take much more before she would shatter.
Hanging on to the delicious cusp of pleasure had her willing to scream in delight. But the gentle petting of the man behind her drew her from the overwhelming rapture enough to tolerate touches that lit her nerve endings up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Once he’d given her all there must be, Clint changed tactics. Now instead of filling her, he withdrew his present.
She groaned when he tugged between her legs and the last introduced, largest bead lodged against the inside of her flexed muscles, which guarded the entrance to her body.
A wheeze escaped her, and her fingers tightened on Matt’s cock, when she couldn’t clamp down hard enough to prevent the ball from escaping her at Clint’s persistent pulling. He suckled her clit as her pussy surrendered the toy. The rapid expansion and contraction of the muscular ring sent a shockwave zinging through her.
When Clint did it again and again in a slow, predictable rhythm, her body began to anticipate the decadent sensation. Before she could warn either of the men supporting her, raising her higher, she shattered.
“Oh, God.” She cried out as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. The rocking of her hips probably painted her desire across Clint’s face. Still he never stopped eating her.
The release cleansed her soul of all the doubt she’d had about her decision to pursue a night of no-strings ecstasy. How could she have lived without this for so long?
In the arms of two amazing men, she unraveled. And still they pushed her.
Clint withdrew the beads in time with the pulses of rapture spasming through her pussy. He kept refreshing her orgasm with new waves of stimulation that his roving mouth only enhanced.
On and on, she came.
Matt kissed her, devouring her cries. He saved her from slumping to the bed, exhausted, as Clint moved into another phase of his indecent assault. This time, the man holding her caressed every part of her over-sensitized skin, bringing her back to their realm in a slow descent that never quite reached the ground. No, by the time she could
think logically again, she had already started a new climb.
A squeak snuck past her guard when the snick of a cap was followed shortly by Clint probing her asshole. She’d declined anal sex but hadn’t been able to resist the option of introductory backdoor play. And that was when she realized what the man between her thighs intended.
Already coiled, she didn’t make it easy for him to insert the first bead despite Matt grabbing her ankles and hauling them toward their hips so she was wide open. From there, Clint made it work. With gentle spirals, he coaxed her into accepting the toy, slick with her own arousal and probably some of the lube he’d acquired. A groan accompanied the intrusion of a hard plastic ball when it slipped through her instinctual resistance.
A tiny bit of pain could do nothing to erase the pleasure he gifted her with in spades.
Again the mammoth guy holding her had his work cut out. He kept her relatively still when all she wanted was to rub herself along the length of his body and that of his counterpart like a cat in heat. Anything to soothe the fire raging beneath her skin.
This time she’d only accepted about half of the string of beads before the combination of a novel sensation, the heat of two men, their constant caresses and Clint’s deadly mouth on her pussy had her flying apart. When Clint jerked on the beads—enough to make her feel them though not enough to withdraw them—he extended her climax, or maybe generated another one. Soon she lost track of how many times they made her crest with their hands, mouths, toys and the honest lust with which they claimed her. No holds barred. Exactly opposite of how the real Matt and Clint had run from her, left her hanging.
No, this time she got her wish.
They brought every dream she had to life.
And when she thought she might be tapped out, Clint crawled up her body. He skimmed along as he slunk on top of her, and his friend by default.
