“Shhhh, I got you.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Amber batted Cannon’s hands away, trying to get him to stop touching her. “And why are you in my bed?”
“Stop struggling before you hurt yourself,” Cannon ordered, grabbing both of her wrists and placing them above her head.
“What are you doing in my bed?” Amber repeated in a harsh whisper, going still at the feel of his erection by her thigh. He was huge!
“You fell asleep before we finished cleaning up, and we weren’t comfortable leaving you alone,” Cannon explained, not bothering to move his body away from hers. He was doing it on purpose, the little swine!
“So you just decided to climb into my bed?” Amber glared up at him in the darkness, the moonlight streaming in from the window allowing her enough light to see his eyes, which were burning with a hunger that scared her. This is bad, she thought, trying not to panic. “What didn’t you understand last night? This isn’t a good idea.”
“No, you think it isn’t a good idea. Which is bullshit, by the way, because if you would just get rid of the ridiculous idea that we see you as less of a woman because of your injury, we could get to more enjoyable things, like—”
“Don’t even go there, mister!” Amber’s voice rose and she started struggling to get out of his grasp when she heard Ryder’s voice.
“What’s going on in here?” Ryder demanded to know from the shadowy, moonlit doorway, his voice husky with sleep. “Cannon, what are you doing to her?”
“Me? I’m just trying to calm her down a bit. She woke up all groggy and—”
While Cannon used his hands to demonstrate, Amber used that time to jump out of bed and stand a foot away where he couldn’t reach her. “Groggy? You want to know why I’m groggy, you thick-headed ass? Because he made me take a pain pill,” Amber yelled, pointing her finger accusingly at Ryder.
“Watch it, sugar. I’m starting to get real tired of your language,” Ryder warned, his voice losing the sleepiness to it. He went on to explain, “We didn’t want to leave you last night. After Earl left and we closed up, we found you asleep on the couch. We tried to wake you, but you were pretty out of it, so we made you comfortable enough to sleep.”
“So you just decided to undress me down to my skivvies? You two are such idiots!”
“We made sure you had a T-shirt on. And watch your tone, sugar,” Ryder warned her, taking a step into the room. “It’s the last warning you’re going to get.”
“And what are you going to do about it, huh?” Amber asked, knowing she was pushing his buttons but not seeming able to stop. How far would he let her go? She had a hard time acknowledging that a part of her wanted to see what it would feel like to have his hand redden her bottom. “Why can’t either one of you get it through your thick heads that I don’t want you? What is it going to take for you to realize you’ve wasted your time on me when there are countless normal women out there waiting for you to fuck them!”
Before Amber could breathe in from her tirade, it hit her that she might have taken things a tad bit too far when she found herself placed on her belly over Ryder’s denim jeans. He made himself comfortable sitting on her double bed, as if he had all the time in the world. Cannon moved out of the way and lay on the other side, his elbow on the pillow while his hand held his head up. He watched the scene play out in front of him with hooded eyes, arousal evident in his stare. “You’ve done it now, darlin’.”
“I warned you twice about your language,” Ryder calmly explained, lifting the white T-shirt they must have dressed her in before putting her to bed last night. Amber struggled to sit up, only to find herself held down by his left arm over her back while his right hand continued to raise her T-shirt, baring her lacy pink underwear. “You don’t get a third.”
“Don’t you dare touch—eeekkkk!” Amber squealed and kicked her feet when she felt her panties being lowered to her knees. For a breathless moment, Amber couldn’t believe how erotic it was to feel the cool air of the bedroom hit her buttocks. She truly wanted to reach out with both hands and grab on to what they were offering, but Amber couldn’t jump over that hurdle of resistance. “Ryder, put them back on now!”
“I don’t think so, sugar. We’ve got some things to straighten out between us. The first being your language. But I promise, I’ll have your mind so preoccupied with the need to come, you won’t be thinking of any cuss words. Do you know how long I have waited to feel your ass under my hands? What do you think, Cannon? Five swats?”
“Five swats!” Amber refused to believe she was becoming aroused from this manhandling. What kind of woman got turned on from being turned over a man’s knee? Not her, damn it, still refusing to admit this excited her. This was absolutely crazy, and she was putting a stop to it now!
“Sounds good to me,” Cannon replied, his voice deep with desire. “Amber, I told you that nothing turns Ryder on more than seeing a warm pink ass. I think you want to feel what it’s like, having his hand bring you to that sweet edge.”
Amber gave a moan in protest; at least she hoped they took it that way. Ryder was caressing her skin from her bottom to the back of her thighs, making it difficult to concentrate on what Cannon was saying.
“Don’t forget to set the record straight about the pity thing she brought up last night,” Cannon pointed out, evidently getting enjoyment out of goading Ryder and seeing Amber wiggle her backside in the air.
“Don’t you dare do it, Ryder Conti! Let me up this instant!” Amber clenched her butt cheeks together when she felt Ryder slowly caress the skin on her ass. He wouldn’t really swat her, would he? Despite her mind rebelling at the thought, she felt her juices start to lubricate her pussy. This could not be happening. When had she lost control of the situation? Ryder’s smoothing hand distracted her from Cannon’s words. What did he just say about pity?
Swat!
“Ouch! I can’t believe you just spanked me!” Amber yelped out in disbelief.
Swat!
“Ryder—”
Swat!
Amber felt mortified that her body was responding to Ryder’s dominance. He was truly spanking her bottom! For bad language! She knew that some of the couples of Common lived out this type of lifestyle, but she never believed she would be over a man’s lap with her ass bare to the world.
“Are you going to curse again?”
“Dammit, Ryder—”
“Stop your kicking, or you’ll make your leg act up again. I think you know from earlier this evening that we’ll be the ones taking care of you from now on, and if we need to protect you from yourself, then that’s what we’ll do. Nothing is more important than your well-being. Isn’t that right, Cannon?”
“Sure is, Ryder,” Cannon drawled out slowly.
Swat!
“Ow!”
“Are you going to curse again?”
“No! Happy now?” Amber asked, giving in and wanting this over with. She wanted her life back to the way it was yesterday, when her feelings weren’t in such turmoil and she could think clearly. When Cannon and Ryder were around, her thoughts all jumbled together and she started thinking things could be different. At what point had things changed so dramatically?
Swat!
“See, that wasn’t so hard.” Amber felt Ryder touch her inflamed skin with smooth strokes over and over, reluctantly making her relax until that hand started to go lower, where she was—no. No, no, no, no. He wouldn’t dare! If Ryder felt how slick she was from his spanking, it would let him in on how her body reacted to him, and he would think it was ok to continue with—whatever this was!
“Are you wet, sugar?”
Amber groaned at the question, knowing he was going to touch her there, and helpless to do anything about it. She tried to come up with something that would steal his attention away from stroking her, but all thought fled as her groan turned into a throaty moan of pleasure when she felt his fingers swipe through her now swollen lips and slowly spread her natural lubricant do
wn to her aching clit, rubbing slowly over the bud that started to peek out. She struggled, remembering that she didn’t want him to know how much that spanking had turned her on, only to have Ryder’s left arm tighten over her back, not letting her move, holding her still for the sweet torture his hands were doling out.
Ryder circled her clit until it poked its head through the puffy tissue and stood at attention, begging for more contact. Around and around he went, causing whimpers and pleas to fall from her lips as pleasure curled itself around the bundle of nerves he exposed. Feeling intense pleasure start shooting down her legs to her toes, she started to lift her pussy off of Ryder’s leg to get him to put more pressure on her clit. Just a little more, she thought desperately, just one more stroke. That’s it, one more. Amber actually wailed “No!” when she felt his hand pull away.
“Please!” she pleaded, not caring if she sounded frantic. Just one orgasm, then she would kick them out. She was so close. To leave her hanging like this was just not fair!
“Do you think we pity you?”
That question was like ice water being thrown in her face. “What?” Amber asked, going completely still as the shock of those words settled over her body.
“Do you think we pity you? Because, let me tell you, sugar, it will break my heart to hear you utter those words again.”
Amber never realized a woman could be so aroused and angry at the same time. Her body was still flushed from desire and her pussy felt like it was on fire while she hung limply over Ryder’s legs. Her mind tried to come to grips with the reality of the situation. It was slowly coming back to her. Yes, they did pity her. She saw it in their faces every time they looked at her. But even more importantly, she couldn’t let them near her heart.
“Cannon, do you want to help me out here?”
Amber felt the bed move as Cannon stood up and came around to where her hands hung loosely near the carpet, her body one big bowl of noodles. He leaned down and, ignoring Ryder’s protests, lifted her up to hold her close. Was he only wearing boxers? Oh my, Amber thought, an electric current running through her nipples at the rough feeling of his chest hair rubbing against her sensitive points, reigniting that familiar ache from a few moments ago. Using his right hand to lift her gaze away from his flawless abs, he forced her to meet his eyes. The intensity Amber saw there took her breath away.
“Let’s make sure we are clear about a few things, darlin’. We have waited a year to claim you. We have done everything in our power to get you to open up to us when all you ever do is push us away. So we’re just going to lay everything on the table. It’s really quite simple, darlin’. We think we could have something permanent if you give us the chance.”
A thousand protests formed on her lips, but Amber remained quiet when Ryder’s hand stroked her still tingling backside. Something permanent? She tried to breathe, but couldn’t get her lungs to work. This couldn’t be happening. They couldn’t be thinking of a long term relationship. They were making things complicated and totally messing up her life.
“What you think is pity,” Cannon explained, “is compassion. Seeing you in any amount of discomfort tears our hearts out, and we would give anything to take it away. When we see you work a little too hard or deliberately disregard your pain tolerance, it makes us see red. We want to take care of you. We need to take care of you, Amber. Let us take care of you.”
Amber shook her head, but when Cannon lifted his other hand to her face and cupped her cheeks as if she were fine china, her heart lurched and she couldn’t help but part her lips for his kiss. Gently, he brushed his across hers, his tongue boldly reaching out to skim her lower lip, making her want to suck on his tongue and do things she only read about in her romance stories. One night couldn’t hurt, right? Just one night to experience their lovemaking and feel cherished for once in her life.
* * * *
Ryder watched Cannon seduce the woman they cared about and patiently sat back to enjoy the show. It was mind-blowing. Seeing her skin flush with passion and her eyes glaze over in lust made his dick throb until the zipper started to cut into his skin. Shifting his groin, Ryder tried to relieve the pressure, but knew it was useless. The only relief he would get was when he put his cock in her cunt and thrust his way to heaven.
His hand still burned from the contact of her ass and he lifted his fingers to taste her nectar left over from touching her. He closed his eyes as he sipped on her spicy flavor. He hummed in appreciation. Her taste was addicting.
Ryder stood and undressed as Cannon raised Amber’s arms to remove her T-shirt and lifted her feet to remove her panties. Laying Amber carefully in the middle of the bed, Cannon lazily situated himself alongside her so he had full access to her breasts. Her rosy areoles had the cutest freckles, and her nipples were the perfect size to knead between his lips. Were they sensitive, or did it take a while to make them feel pleasure?
“Do you like Cannon touching your nipples, sugar? Is he making you feel good?” Ryder watched as Cannon closed his mouth over a hardened pebble.
Hearing the guttural moan Cannon got her to emit was all the answer he needed. Ryder’s hand went to his cock and gave long, slow pulls as he watched Amber arch her back, silently begging for more. Cannon must be in heaven being the breast man he was. Her breasts were more than a handful, which was saying a lot considering how big Cannon’s hands were. He watched Cannon suck in one ruddy, peaked nipple into his mouth and take the other between his finger and thumb and pull until it stretched to the point of erotic pain, then give a little twist. Amber keened and grabbed hold of Cannon’s hair. Whether it was to keep his head from leaving her breast or push him away from the sensations he was creating, Ryder didn’t know.
Ryder saw Amber’s legs part and couldn’t wait for another taste. The little bit on his fingers wasn’t nearly enough. What does Cannon always say? They were two sides of the same coin. How right he was. Cannon might be a breast man, but Ryder could eat pussy for hours. And savoring her on his fingers was nothing to compared to what she would taste like from her source. Giving one last stroke to his aching cock, Ryder made his way to the bed.
“Ryder’s going to lick that sweet pussy of yours, darlin’,” Cannon said. “There’s nothing he likes better.”
Crawling between her legs, Ryder used both hands to expose her more, being very careful not to stretch her right thigh too much. Seeing Amber’s pussy wet with her juices made him hum in appreciation. Red and swollen, her cunt looked like the most beautiful rose waiting to be sniffed. Gathering her fragrance in a slow intake of air, Ryder had never smelled anything so enticing.
“Please, Ryder,” Amber begged, lifting her hips up to where his mouth waited.
Taking his tongue, Ryder answered by slowly licking up one side of her labia and back down the other side, lapping up his now favorite flavor in the world. Careful not to touch her clit, he pulled away and watched her little button poke its head out, begging to be touched. Running his tongue through her folds and stopping short of that swollen pearl, Ryder had to use one of his hands when Amber bucked in disagreement. Up and down, he nipped her inner lips with his teeth and soothed his stinging bites with his tongue. Ryder made sure to increase her pleasure slowly, wanting her first orgasm by them to be an experience she never forgot.
“Cannon, make him touch me,” Amber beseeched, now using her heels to push against him.
“He will, darlin’. Just enjoy.”
Bringing his right hand down to her, while his left arm continued to hold her in place, Ryder rubbed his index finger over her pussy ring until it opened in acceptance. Slowly, he slid his finger into her heat inch by inch, making sure she felt every movement and adjusted to his invasion. The feeling of her tight walls closing around his digit made him wonder how her fitted sheath would feel around his cock, bathing in her heat. Damn, if he didn’t collect his thoughts, he was going to spurt all over the sheets like a teenager.
Her juices flowing freely, Ryder lapped up what was drippin
g from her folds and slowly slid a second finger in, her pussy contracting around both like a vise. Placing his hand so his palm was facing up, he felt for that spongy part of her wall that would increase her pleasure. Finding it, Ryder felt her muscles start to quiver but never varied his pace, slowly rubbing the pads of his index and middle finger over her G-spot repeatedly. The high-pitched shriek coming from her lips was the sweetest sound he ever heard.
“That’s it, sugar. Come for me.”
* * * *
Her senses were overloaded. Amber’s entire body felt like an exposed nerve repeatedly being touched with no escape. She wasn’t sure she was even breathing anymore, too mind-blown with sensation. Cannon’s lips were like a suction cup and drew on her nipple until the peaked nub was between the roof of his mouth and his tongue. He used it like a pacifier, suckling over and over again. He created a feeling of intense pleasure, but somehow, the pain he produced with her other breast by tugging, pulling, twisting, and pinching generated a precipice of contradictions and she wasn’t sure which side she wanted to slide down. Was the pleasure her undoing, or was the erotic pain he was inflicting bringing her to higher heights?
Just when Amber thought the sensations couldn’t be more intense, the feeling of Ryder’s tongue slipping through her engorged lips made everything in her body coil tighter. She felt like she was going to explode. Up and around, but never hitting the button that would detonate her, Ryder kept her on the edge of something monumental. No self-induced orgasm had ever come close to the feelings they were evoking in her body, and she wasn’t sure she would survive the one they were about to give her. If only Ryder would just touch her there.
“Ahhhhhhhh, please,” Amber pleaded, not knowing what Ryder was doing, only that he was rubbing a place inside her she hadn’t known existed. Between Cannon’s onslaught on her breasts and Ryder’s fingers stroking that sweet, sweet spot, her body was poised to break. “Please, please!”
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