As his hands slid down to her waist, Killian celebrated with a nip that jolted her into a sudden arch. The small assault sent sharp bolts of pleasure straight down to her pussy, which had started to grow warm under the heat of Adam’s palm.
Thick fingers slipped under the band of her panties, pushing the lacy fabric out of his way until they sighed down her thighs. Then he was touching her, the edge of his palm pressing down over her mound, those magical fingers slipping between her swollen folds. Rachel moaned, needing this too much to let them deny her. That small fear that they might stop at any moment had her hand curling into Killian’s silky hair to hold him fast to her breast while her other covered Adam’s fingers in a silent demand.
“You want to show us how you like it?” Adam growled, lacing his fingers through hers.
“Please, Adam,” Rachel begged with the press of her palm against his.
Miraculously, he obeyed, letting her grind his hand over her clit. The hard rub set her tender bud vibrating with a frequency so pleasurable Rachel’s entire pussy started to pulse in wanton demand to join the party. Adam took over, whipping her sensitized nub into a frenzy that Killian matched with his tongue whirling over her nipple.
They knew her too well, loved her enough to have learned every single thing that drove her insane. Giving herself over to the pleasure, Rachel dropped her head back against Adam’s shoulder as she gave him one final direction. Curling her fingers over his, she plunged them into her pussy and moaned out as the rapture started to engulf her.
It’s been too long… “Too long.” Missed this every day… “Every damn day.” Dreamt of fucking you…”Every damn night…All damn day…The things you did to me…Adam!”
Rachel babbled through the whispers swirling through her head, ending in a screech as Adam’s fingers picked up tempo. As his fingers pumped into her hard and fast, her hips slammed her up and down as she strained for the final explosion. Only one thought remained.
“Not enough,” Rachel whined, arching her whole body as she tried to make his fingers long enough, thick enough to fill her the way she needed. “Please…oh, God. It’s not enough.”
“Well, maybe this is, darlin’.”
Like that, Killian was there to save her. Rachel didn’t know when he’d released her breasts or straightened up, but she didn’t care as the thick, bulbous head of his cock tried to stretch open her opening enough to fit alongside Adam’s fingers.
Again they warred, making her mew and squeal as they fought over who had the right to fuck her. Killian won, surging in harder and thicker than she remembered. He filled her to perfection, making her gasp as the world faded into nothing but blurs and pleasure.
“Greedily little bastard.” Adam growled, clearly annoyed to be on the losing end again. The rumble of his words sent a thrill through Rachel, leaving her smiling around the pants Killian fucked out of her.
“Shut up, Adam.”
“Watch it now, wench,” he warned her, bringing that threat through with a twist of her nipple. The small pain got magnified by the pulsing waves of splendor radiating through her. The sharp contrast had her twisting on a moan that only tempted him to do it again.
“Adam.”
“That’s right, darlin’.” Adam treated her other nipple to the same rough caress. “Soon it’s going to be my cock tunneling through that tight pussy. You’re going to wish you’d been nicer to me then.”
“Shut up, Adam,” Killian seconded her command then caught the giggle that rolled her lips in a kiss.
Behind her, Adam muttered a few choice insults at this partner but held her steady for him as Killian drove her one thrust at time into the heavens. Dazzling prisms of exploding light flared behind her eyes, and with a snap, she catapulted right into the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had. It took her to a fairy land where everything was bright and happy.
Slowly, she floated back to the musky, sweaty embrace of men. It still felt like heaven. She smiled dreamily, thinking they’d only started to play. What came next had her lashes lifting, but with her head lying limp on Adam’s shoulder, the first thing she saw was the dark gaze of the camera staring back at her.
A second later, Killian stepped back, leaving her naked, used, and exposed. For some reason, that only made Rachel feel sexy. Maybe tomorrow, when she came down from this high, she’d reconsider the matter, but right then her smile only grew as she turned her gaze on her stallion.
With his hair curling around his forehead in sweaty clumps and his features drawn tight, Killian looked more like a war horse ready for battle than a stud that had already won the race. Her gaze flirted over his shirt to where his jeans hung open. Glistening with her cream, his cock still stood rock hard and ready for action.
Rachel knew Killian could go a couple of turns in a row, but not like that. That came from holding back. A smile tried to tug at his lips, nearly cracking his clenched jaw in the process. The effort warmed Rachel as did Killian’s gentle touch.
Reaching out to cup her chin, he made her melt all over with his sweet words.
“This night is for you, honey. All for you, and we’re going to give you all the pleasure you deserve.” Killian swiped a finger over her trembling lips, closing them when they went slack beneath his thumb. “There aren’t going to be any more punishments by denial because you deserve better, because you deserve to be pleased, and we live to pleasure you.”
“Of course, after the seventh orgasm, the eighth might feel like punishment.” Adam’s tone didn’t sound the slightest bit tender but more like downright amused, as if the idea of driving her insane with climaxes almost made him laugh.
“Only eight?” Rachel tipped her head to the side so she could share her own smile. “Really, Adam, I thought you were good for more than that.”
He tensed immediately at that taunt. His fingers tightened their grip on her hip, pulling her back into the large erection he kept holstered in his jeans. “Are you sure you want to be challenging me right now?”
“Oh, come on, Adam,” Killian cajoled. “You know our little Rachel likes to play. So what do you say, darlin’? Ready to step up to the bat?”
Rachel eyed the blindfold he’d pulled from his back pocket. They might think being blinded would intimidate her, but it would only help her escape this reality to live in the one they created with their touch. Not that she could help tweaking Killian’s smirk with a lofty tone.
“Really, Killian? A blindfold? Aren’t you boys ever going to come up with something original?”
* * * *
Every possessive instinct, every dominating desire hardened Adam’s body as he watched Rachel take a hold of the blindfold. It wasn’t enough to have her naked at their mercy with that sweetly creaming cunt scenting the air. Adam thrilled to watch her accept her position, to claim it as her own as she blinded herself and gave herself completely over to their control.
She didn’t have to tell him she loved him. Adam didn’t need the words when her actions spoke so clearly. He knew she didn’t trust any other men enough to let them do this to her. Needing to touch, to feel her compliance, Adam ran his fingertips down the graceful arc of her spine.
With a murmur of desire, she followed his touch. As his fingers flared over her hip and curved around the plush slope of her ass, Rachel moaned and shifted forward to rest her chest against Killian. Anchored in his partner’s arms, her back arched and her legs parted, silently presenting him with the shadowed access to her pink folds. Adam gazed at the fruit she so willingly offered him.
He would be feasting on that sweet flesh, but first he wanted her complete submission. Meeting Killian’s gaze, Adam smirked slightly. It didn’t pain him in the slightest to help Killian arrange her on the bed. Their jealous actions earlier had been solely for Rachel’s benefit, an assurance that they desired her that much.
From the sexy little moans she made as they tied her into place to the glistening trickle of desire slicking the inside of her thighs, Adam knew their plan had
worked. From Killian’s idea to run her to ground to Adam’s conviction that they torment her with the idea that they were being watched, they’d staged the whole night with one sole purpose—to seduce Rachel.
With Rachel flushed and panting already, Adam figured they’d achieved their goals. There could be no hiding the evidence of her desire with her stretched out and bound to the bed. Rachel was a thing of sensual beauty, catching him between the need to stare and the equally consuming urge to dip down deep into her pearly cunt and forage for heaven.
It was just a shame that Rachel couldn’t see how very sexy she looked. Then maybe she wouldn’t doubt that it was Killian and him who had gotten lucky. Next time, maybe, they’d leave the blindfold off and she could watch as he pressed his head between her pinned and trembling thighs to lap at her swollen folds.
She tasted like sex, rich, addictive sex. The flavor stirred the blood in his veins to a boil, intoxicating him, addicting him to the delicious flavor. He couldn’t stop, and with the demand pounding in his balls, Adam couldn’t be gentle.
Whipping her clit with his tongue, he delighted in the shrieking twist that ripped through her body. With the binds holding her in place, she couldn’t escape him as he feasted on her pussy. Forcing her to a hard, furious climax, he rode her swollen bud straight through it with his kiss until she stiffened a second time. Screeching as her thighs clamped tight around his head, her cunt pulsed with wave after wave of thick cream.
Feeling driven by a primitive instinct that only increased as he drowned in the flavor of her release, Adam tormented her clit as he relentlessly drove her from one screaming orgasm to another until he’d counted seven climaxes in a row. The thighs that had once gripped his head now spasmed and jerked as she sobbed his name.
Finally, he paused, lifting up to cover her sweaty, quivering frame with his own. It took several moments for her breathing to stutter down to a more normal pace and even more for her to stop mewing with every breath. Only when he knew she’d hear did Adam bother to tease.
“So, wench, are you ready for that eighth one now?”
Her head had flopped to the side, limp and weary. Now it tilted, her chin rising slightly as she turned blindly toward him. He couldn’t believe she had the energy left to smile, albeit a small one.
“Well, if you’re feeling generous, I’ll take seven more.”
Adam growled, both pleased and provoked by her flippant answer. “Brave words for a woman whose heart is trying to beat right out of her chest.”
“And hollow ones from the man whose dick is veined with the imprint of his zipper,” Rachel shot back. “Tell me, Adam, can you really last seven more, yourself?”
No, and if he said yes, he’d be made a liar of soon enough. Not that he’d admit defeat so easily. “What if I give you the next seven on the end of that pole, darlin’? You think you can take that ride?”
“I don’t know,” Rachel admitted, her smile never dipping. “But I’d sure like to find out.”
Ah, hell. Why did she have to go there? Adam had planned all sorts of fun and games, but he’d failed to take into account his own urgency. She wasn’t wrong about his zipper. Since hearing that green-light Adam was having a hard time keeping his cock leash anymore.
It was coming out whether or not it had to bust his jeans open its damn self. Adam placed all the blame for the pain and difficulty of getting himself free on Rachel’s head. If she’d just been docile for once instead of driving him completely bonkers, he would have had a chance at completing at least some of his things on his to-do-to-her list.
Later, maybe tomorrow, he’d get to them. Now he had to get his zipper down without doing too much damage. Rachel didn’t help, whispering his name in that breathy way that heated every primitive instinct Adam possessed. It gave him the strength to rip the zipper nearly clean off, popping the tab free to assure it would never zip up again.
Adam didn’t care. Not when after two straight weeks of hell, he was finally back to kissing heaven. The engorged head of his cock sizzled against the cool, creamy welcome of her cunt. Slick and swollen, her pussy parted easily as he ground his way past her tight entrance. With narrowed eyes, Adam watched as her pussy swelled with his girth, stretching wide and clenching tight as her cunt sucked him right into its heavenly embrace.
His little wench moaned and bucked, trying to drive him deeper, but Adam wouldn’t be rushed. Gripping her hips to hold her still, he pressed forward even slower, savoring the delicious feel of her muscles clamping and pulsing all down his sensitive length. Then he was there, balls-deep, back where he belonged.
Pausing to hold on to the moment strained his control. His lungs began to bellow out air in great ragged gasps as he fought the need growing to a ferocious level. Beneath him, Rachel twisted in an endless sway of smooth curves and soft skin, moist with sweat and slick with desire. His woman.
But not his alone. Adam knew Killian waited at the sides. The moment Adam had penetrated Rachel, Killian had gone to work on her binds. Adapting to the new plan, he hadn’t released her so she could curl her arms around Adam’s neck or her legs around his waist.
No, Killian wanted something different. Adam didn’t deny him. Wrapping his arms around her and holding her flush and tight to his chest, Adam rolled until she sprawled over him. Rachel knew this position well. Her anticipation showed in the sudden clench of her muscles.
Trapped inside her tight heat, Adam groaned over the sweet constriction. It made it all that much harder to stay still and wait for Killian to join them. As his partner’s knee sank into the mattress and his weight shifted forward the, bed swung slightly, jarring Adam up against the velvety walls of her pussy and making his control slip ever so slightly.
He couldn’t stop himself from rolling his hips, making Rachel squirm and amplify the glorious spasms that raced down her cunt’s walls. Adam felt every one like a blazing kiss that sucked straight down his cock. The searing pleasure tempted him into another flex that had Killian grunting out obscenities as he climbed the rest of the way into the bed.
“Damnit, man. Will you hold still?”
“I’m trying,” Adam retorted, his voice strained with the effort. The bed had started a slow easy rocking motion that made Rachel shift in the most delightful ways. “Maybe you should just hurry the fuck up?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t wait on him,” Rachel murmured against his neck before licking a spot clean to take a bite.
“Damnit!”
Killian snarled as Adam jerked. He didn’t have it in him right then to punish Rachel’s insolence, but he made a note to get to it later. Much later, maybe tomorrow or the day after, Adam reconsidered as Rachel nibbled her way up to his ear and began whispering all sorts of dirty, encouraging things.
Or maybe he’d let her come up with her own punishment because the things she said made his cock swell too painfully to stay still. Feeling Killian’s thickness compress her tight channel into a form-fitting sheath didn’t help other than to make Rachel’s words dribble into a moan. She twitched and panted as Killian settled his full length into her.
“Now let’s hear you give us some sass, wench,” Killian growled over Rachel’s shoulders, pumping his hips enough to make Adam match the sound.
God, he wanted to move, but with Killian holding Rachel still by the waist, Adam didn’t even get the pleasure of her motions. All he got was stuck in a molten heaven quickly turning to hell without the sweet friction of fucking to save him.
“Nothing to say, huh?” How Killian could gloat so cheerfully while Adam lay there burning with need, he did not know. What he did know was if Killian didn’t get to moving, Adam would rip Rachel out of his grasp and take care of things himself.
“I love you, Adam, and trust me when I say I’ll make you suffer in ways you can’t imagine if you ever leave me for another woman. You belong to me.”
Rachel snapped the thread of his composure with the wild passiveness of her words. He couldn’t hold on any longer. His hips sh
ifted, making sweat gather and bead down his back as he suffered the exquisite pull of her pussy when he slid almost completely free. The coiled tension in his muscles snapped as he drove back into her warmth.
Behind her, Killian grunted out a curse and returned Adam’s favor with his own full-length thrust. Then it was on. Trapped between them, Rachel writhed in screaming ecstasy as Adam raced Killian, fucking their woman with the savage need that had built over the past two weeks.
Swollen and already straining toward release, his balls flared brightly with pure rapture at forcing his cock back through the clenched muscles of her tight pussy, harder, faster, never being able to fulfill the demand for more. Even when all he knew of the world was the sweet suck of her cunt clamping down and trying to milk the seed right from his balls, Adam’s lust only grew.
He didn’t want to give in to that pleasure. Not yet. Not when it was so much more fun to make her scream even louder as her torso flushed and glistened with sweat. She’d turned into a creature of pure wanton demand, moans and inarticulate pleas falling from between grunts as she bucked between him and Killian, chasing after her own release.
Then her teeth sank into her lower lip and he knew she’d arrived. Only then did Adam finally give into the bliss searing right down his spine until his cock pulsed with endless waves of rapture. Stiffening under the impact, his fingers gripped down on Rachel’s hips as she followed him in the ride through the sun.
Blinded and consumed by his release, it took Adam several minutes to crack his eyes and return to the world around him. He didn’t even have the strength to groan at finding himself flattened under the pile of bodies. Nor did he have the energy to do anything about the fact that he remained hard, despite having blown through the greatest climax of his life.
A fact Rachel apparently couldn’t help teasing him about as she wiggled. “One down, six to go.”
Either her motions or her words caused Killian to finally rouse, answering her with a grumpy tone before Adam could. “We put her down, Adam, but we didn’t put her out. How do you think that’s going to look to the boys back at the club house?”
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