Bound For You: Men in Blue, Book 6

by Jayne Rylon

  “Hey, slow down a minute.” Ryan cuddled with her, wishing she hadn’t lost some of that utter relaxation he’d never seen on her before he’d put his skills to the test and finally loosened her up some. “Don’t make it so complex. What are you really trying to ask?”

  “Can I be enough for you? Can this? Am I doing it right?”

  “Of course you are. You’re approaching things with an open mind and being honest about how what we’re doing makes you feel. Those are the only real requirements for this—or any other relationship, as far as I’m concerned. It can be anything you want. Whatever we make it and both enjoy. Subtle or not.” Ryan leaned into her touch when she stroked his shoulders. It was clear, because she hadn’t had opportunity, and also by her shy seduction attempts, that she didn’t have a ton of experience. He had to keep reminding himself that not many people had undertaken as many sexual escapades as he had. Scaring her off was not an option. “A lot of the things I fantasize about aren’t probably what you’d imagine.”

  The entire time they talked, they touched. Their hands wandered everywhere, soothing and enflaming all at once. It easily surpassed the session where Mistress Lily had ordered him to jerk Ben off for the first time as the most intimate moment of his life. Because tonight he was being sincere about how he felt and what he craved. Even better, so was Shari.

  Her affectionate caresses left no doubt about how much she desired him. For who and what he was. Relief softened him to her requests.

  “Tell me about one of them.” Whether she knew it or not, she coerced him by using that confident tone when she made her demand.

  “What if it turns you off?” He swallowed hard as a million different scenarios rushed through his mind. Some too extreme to share just yet, but a few…tempting.

  She leaned down and smothered his doubts when her lips possessed his once more. There was sugar there, sure. Spice, too. Something edgier than the languorous meeting of mouths they’d shared before. “I think you’re sexy, Ryan. Even if it’s not something I’d like to try, knowing what you visualize when you’re aroused is not going to affect that. I swear.”

  When he saw the way her eyes had turned sleepy and dilated, he believed her.

  “Okay.” He cleared his throat. “I’ve had a lot of practice lately, dreaming of filthy things while I masturbate. One of the things that really gets me hard is…uh…being objectified. Used to bring women pleasure.”

  “How?” She paused, waiting for him to elaborate. “Can you give me an example so I can picture it better?”

  “Like…” It was harder than he thought to explain what made him tick. No one had ever cared enough to ask before, to really want to know. The fact that she was interested in him beyond the surface helped him focus. “Jesus. Don’t say anything to the Men in Blue or they’d kill me—”

  “Hey, I’d never violate your confidence.” She bristled.

  “Because it’s not really about the who, but just… Well, you asked for an example, and sometimes I’ve thought about this.” He angled his head first one way, then the other, trying to stretch out some of the tension there that began to steal his arousal.

  Shari had excellent instincts. Her hand meandered down his torso until she cupped his cock and toyed with him. As he grew in her grasp, the only thing he could think about was his illicit desire.

  “Why don’t you close your eyes and imagine it? Tell me exactly what you’re picturing,” Shari insisted.

  Fuck.

  He groaned and followed her instructions.

  “It sounds shallow, but I work hard to keep my body like this because it thrills me when people appreciate it. When it can bring my partners satisfaction.” He cursed as she tugged on him, rewarding his candidness. “I enjoy it when men and women look at me and think of what I could do for them in bed. And when it’s my dick they’re obsessed with, even better.”

  “It is pretty impressive,” Shari practically purred as she massaged his cock from root to tip, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything but giving her what she wanted so she’d continue to manipulate him like this forever. “I’m pretty fond of it myself.”

  “Yeah?” he panted.

  “Mmm hmmm. And I’ve hardly played with it at all so far. I think I need a closer look at this magnificent hard-on.” She slithered out of his reach and down his body until warm puffs of her breath on his balls made it clear her face was level with his crotch.

  When she murmured praise in conjunction with her admiring massage, he nearly lost control.

  “Keep going, or I’m going to think you’re not as affected by my awe as you claim to be.” Shari teased him with the barest of brushes of her lips across the head, maybe sipping the fluid that surely decorated the tip by now. He didn’t dare open his eyes against her wishes to find out, though. “Ryan, I’m waiting.”

  Her schoolmarm inflection had his cock pulsing in her light grip.

  “Uh… Right. It’s not vanity so much. I just like it when people assume I could please them even if—especially if—they talk about me like I can’t hear or don’t matter except for what I could give them. In some totally fucked up way, it makes me feel good about myself. To be wanted obsessively like that. Before any of my personality or skills or charm is factored in.” He changed his tone at that last part, hoping she knew he wasn’t totally serious. He paused. “Shit, Shari, this sounds bad.”

  “No, it doesn’t,” she whispered. “You’re making me so wet. Especially your dick. I’m looking at how stiff it is. How big. Long. I can see every single vein standing out from the shaft and it’s getting darker, flushed. I bet it would feel so good inside me. This gorgeous hard-on of yours could fuck me so well. Come on, Ryan. Don’t stop now.”

  She got it. Entirely.

  Any doubts she might have had about her proclivity for pleasing him were utter bullshit. Usually reserved, she tapped into some hidden sex kitten side of herself and used it to blow his mind. Somehow, he had a feeling they were only getting started.

  So he did as she asked and confessed, “I imagine my sister and Lucas calling it a night early at one of our friends’ gatherings. They leave. For some reason, everyone else starts to joke around about me being bi or sub or something. Ben jumps in and tells them they could never resist me if they saw me naked. That I had been enough to bend his straightness, just a little. Enough that he’d enjoyed the hell out of the times we fooled around. That he hadn’t done it because of circumstances. That no one else would have been able to deny themselves when they could have had me either. It’s like a matter of pride for him, and you, if I’m being honest.”

  Hopefully she couldn’t tell his blush from the excited heat that had to be staining his skin by now.

  “That’s good, Ryan. You know we would do that. We would never let anyone put you down, not even jokingly.” Shari’s grip tightened as if she were imagining protecting him. Still, the squeeze of her fingers on his shaft had him arching off the bed. “You are gorgeous, you know? I could never get tired of looking at you. And see how easy it was for you to get me in bed with you. How could I say no to this?”

  He groaned, not only because she was working his cock so well, but also because her responses fed right into his desires.

  “So what happens next?” she wondered before licking him as if his cock were the tastiest lollipop on the planet. Shari had a legendary sweet tooth.

  “Ben stomps over to me and rips my clothes off, then forces me to lie down on something low and hard—maybe a coffee table—in the middle of the roomful of people. For some reason, when I think about it, I see the ladies kneeling around me ohhing and ahhing, giggling a little. The rest of their guys watch on while standing in a ring behind them. You…” He shuddered as he realized how close to his dream she was coming right now, tugging him slowly yet firmly between nibbles, as if savoring the weight of his cock in her soft hand.

  “What do I do?” she asked, her voice raspy.

  Could she really get turned on by his
wicked desires?

  “You take my dick and show it off, telling our friends that their guys aren’t half as hot as I am. You dare them to touch me all over, to lick me and use me. To see for themselves just how amazing I can make them feel. I’ll work so hard to make every one of them sure you’re the luckiest bitch in the room. To make Ben proud he changed who he is just for me. Even if it was only for a little while.”

  Shari’s intake of breath washed cool air over his erection, though it did nothing to wilt it. He paused, in case she was going to say something about what he’d revealed or ask more questions, probably in regard to that last bit with Ben.

  She didn’t interrupt.

  So he kept going.

  “The girls bet each other that they’ll be the one to break my reserve and drain me dry. They all still have their clothes on. Mostly, anyway. Maybe some are reaching inside to touch themselves. I’m definitely the only one naked and exposed, though.” He had to stop for a second to catch his breath. His hands wandered to his chest and pinched his nipples, rolling them between the pad of his thumbs and the bony side of his index fingers.

  Though he easily could have surrendered and shot his load, making a mess of himself, due to the combination of his hands, Shari’s attention, and the sheer euphoria of being able to spill his guts, he held off. Just like in his fantasy, he’d never come before he was allowed. Before he’d finished the task at hand.

  So he told Shari more.

  “They make some of the guys hold me down so I can’t cheat by touching them. Then they start using me, all of me, to get themselves off. Some of them ride me, some of them hump my legs, sit on my face. They fight over who gets my cock next, the whole time thinking that one of them is going to set me off and they’ll win. But I look at Ben and at you and your evil smirks and the three of us know I’d never cave. I’m saving myself for you.”

  “Damn, Ryan.” Shari sounded a little like she had when she’d warbled his name as she prepared to come earlier. He’d have loved to peek and see if she was touching herself too. He bet she was.

  The thought made him grit his teeth to keep from taking himself in hand and finishing before they were truly done here. It would only take a few quick swipes of his fingers to seal the deal.

  Shari tortured him with light, uneven strokes that had him toeing the line without passing the point of no return. Whether she knew it or not, she was a goddess in his eyes. Perfect at stringing him along enough to heighten his ecstasy.

  He couldn’t believe she hadn’t punched him in the nuts yet when he considered how he was telling her about getting mauled by a bunch of women instead of some romantic interlude with her alone. Was he screwing this up?

  “You know I want you, right? More than anyone else. Not just right now, in real life, but in my dream too.” He tried to gather enough brain cells to muster some coherent logic. It was tough in this state.

  “It doesn’t bother me. Not the way you’re saying it. I know you don’t care so much about them as you do about demonstrating to Ben and me how lucky we are to have you.”

  “Oh fuck, yes,” he hissed. “Exactly.”

  “So what happens next?”

  He might have balked or toned down his definitely X-rated mental movie if she hadn’t chosen right then to cup his balls in her palm before squeezing them gently, just like he loved best.

  “I try to keep my hands down and stay still but I can’t, so Ben asks one of the guys for their handcuffs. He puts them on me. Tight, not gently. The pressure at my wrists only makes me harder. Then he uses another pair to pin them to the table and the same with my ankles. I can’t move an inch. Can’t get away as the ladies get more aggressive with me, trying to make me come but only pleasuring themselves instead. They come all over me, slathering my face and cock with their releases.”

  “But you don’t shoot, do you?” Shari murmured before she took him into her mouth, sucking gently. The occasional scrape of her teeth seemed deliberate.

  He loved it.

  Fucking loved every second of it.

  “Hell, no,” he growled.

  “And the guys?” Shari pulled off him only long enough to ask, already in tune with his lust. “Don’t they get horny or jealous watching their wives? Seems like they’d want some of the action too.”

  “They do. They get so horny they have to fuck, but the women are sated and happy and sleepy. They don’t want any part of it.” He shivered with anticipation. “So Ben tells them they should try me for themselves. That they won’t believe how good it feels to really fuck and not worry about hurting their partners. I’m strong. I can handle them, all of what they have to give me. And I want to. So bad.”

  “So who’s going to fuck your ass first?” Shari wondered. As she did, she let go and he panicked, hoping she wasn’t upset or grossed out. Until the glide of a drawer opening had his heart rate tripling. What did she have in there?

  It didn’t take long to find out.

  The familiar snick of a cap opening came a few moments before a cool, slick dildo nudged between his cheeks, seeking his hole.

  Son of a bitch.

  He planted his feet on the bed, then lifted for her, hoping he was making himself an easy target.

  “Who is this?” she asked as she prodded his ass with the toy.

  “Mason.” He didn’t even have to think about it. “Tyler has told me how good he is in bed. He’s never been with another guy. Did you know that? But he’d fuck me. Just like Ben, he’d go gay for me. Plus I’ve seen him at the gym. His cock is fat and long and it would feel so good as he pumped into me. I might be the one lying there helpless, but when I can hear the guys jacking off around me, hoping they can last long enough for a turn in my ass, and see their women touching themselves as they observe me get teased and tormented, I’m powerful. I may not be the one in control, but I have every bit of their attention, hoarding it for myself. I didn’t have to suck a single person, or finger them, or thrust my cock in them, nothing, and yet I’m enough to fire them up just by lying there and taking it.” He grunted when she pressed the dildo harder against his clenched ass. “Shari. Fuck.”

  Shari matched his phantom desires with the advance of her tool within him. He cried out when it breached him. It had been so long. He’d missed this so much.

  Except she froze.

  “Don’t stop. Please, Shari.”

  “Mason, you mean?” The warmth in her tone relieved him. She was right there with him.

  “Fuck. Yes.” He grunted when she inserted her modest dildo as far as it would reach then began to fuck him slowly as she returned her mouth to his cock. The woman was an excellent multi-tasker.

  “Watching them trade off and fill me up would make Ben so hard he couldn’t stop himself. He’d bend you over the couch and fuck you while you were both still watching them use me and seeing how amazing I could make them feel, knowing I could do the same for you two. That I would later.” That part almost got him. Ryan shuddered and gripped the sheets in his fists, praying for stamina.

  About there was where his fantasy grew fuzzy. Usually he’d come long before he got this far down this dirty road in his imagination.

  Again, Shari rose to the occasion. She let his cock slip from her mouth and her fist took over pumping him while her other hand worked the dildo in his ass. His balls were so tight he swore they had probably gone innie on him.

  “Finally, we’d be so crazy in lust with you, we couldn’t stand not to have you for ourselves,” she murmured. “Ben would sit on the couch with his legs spread wide and order you to get in his lap. You’d take him easily, slick with everyone else’s come. He’d hold you up in some crunch that showed off your flexibility and his strength while driving into you from below. Then he would stare straight at me and ask what I’m waiting for.”

  They both moaned then.

  Shari shifted and began to rub herself on his quad, just above his knee, using him to get herself off exactly like the women in his fantasy had.

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bsp; “Fuck!” Ryan shouted, his ass clenching on her dildo.

  “Yes, I would.” She bit his abdomen then, making a pulse of pre-come leak from his cock. “I’d straddle you, order you to help me fuck you. You’d put your hands on my waist and lift and lower me faster and faster.”

  She matched the movements of her hips to her words.

  He swore he was there. He could feel it. Feel them.

  Both of them.

  Filled and filling at the same time.

  Heaven.

  “When Ben snarled your name and started to come, blasting his seed into your ass, I’d shatter, milking your cock. Just like now.” Shari stroked him harder as passion ran wild through her. Inspired by him. It was the most alluring thing he’d ever participated in.

  “Fuck!” he roared. “I’m close. So close.”

  “Don’t you dare come yet!” she barked, surprising him. He slipped from the edge just enough to obey. “Watch what you do to me. Your body, your perfect cock, and your sexy-as-fuck mind.”

  His eyelids flew open. He stared in awe as Shari climbed his body then knelt beside him, towering over him.

  From here, he had a perfect view of her pussy. The puffy folds were coated in her fluids, arousal he’d drawn from her, just as he had dreamed of so many times before. “Yes!”

  “This is for you, Ryan,” she moaned, flicking her own nipple with one hand and let her head fall back as her legs began to tremble.

  Shari cried out and quaked, her fingers flying over her clit then dipping inside herself to give her clenching muscles something to hold on to. He wished it was his tongue instead. Or his cock.

  He hoped she wouldn’t mind when he reached out and guided her to his face seemingly just in time. She practically collapsed into his hold, letting him position her so that she sat on his face, looking toward his feet. Another climax racked her as he buried his nose, lips, tongue, and chin in her luscious pussy.

  It still shocked him, though, when she had enough awareness left to shout, “God, yes! Ryan. See what your cock does to me?”