Bound For You: Men in Blue, Book 6

by Jayne Rylon

  “Uh huh.” Ryan nodded vehemently, then cupped his shaft and balls, giving them a squeeze, as if to relieve some of the pressure that had to be building there.

  “Did I tell you you were allowed to do that?” Ben asked with precisely the right amount of steel in his tone to jolt Shari.

  Ryan’s hands fell to his sides, limp, palms up, though his fingers twitched as if it took much more effort than he let on to keep from touching himself in their presence.

  She could relate.

  “Shari, you’d better tie him so he doesn’t get carried away again. I don’t want to have to punish anyone today.” Ben held the rope out to her and she clasped it, surprised at how prickly the texture of the raw material was compared to the nylon or cotton varieties she used back home.

  This was really what he preferred?

  A single glance at his wide eyes, shallow breathing, and slack jaw confirmed it.

  “Give me your hands.”

  He did immediately.

  So she wrapped his wrists then fastened the hemp in a knot that would allow her to release him quickly if necessary, but wouldn’t loosen on its own.

  “Tighter,” Ben instructed when she cinched the final strand.

  “Are you sure?” she asked them both at once.

  “Yes,” they responded in unison.

  So she gave them what they asked for, only making sure she could slip a finger beneath the cord to ensure Ryan’s circulation wouldn’t be impacted.

  “Fuck yes,” he hissed, his eyes falling closed as he savored his bondage.

  Shari took a deep breath, trying to force some oxygen into her lungs, which burned as if she powered through the steepest uphill section of her favorite hiking path in the woods.

  “I think our girl needs some of your attention,” Ben told Ryan.

  “Where?” he asked.

  “Get her ready to take you. I want you on your knees.”

  When Ryan climbed to them on the mattress, his cock swaying below him, Ben slapped his ass.

  “Thank you.” Ryan’s response came even before the crack of Ben’s palm had finished echoing through the room.

  “You’re welcome. But not like that. Get on the floor. I know how much you like kneeling on hard surfaces. Let’s see if we can leave some marks on those legs, shall we?”

  “Fuck, yes.” Ryan obeyed faster than Shari could process what Ben had said. He slithered to the ground without the use of his hands, landing with a thunk on the hardwood planks that made it clearer to her.

  He liked…

  Ah.

  Well, then. She supposed she’d blown that one by letting him sprawl on the bed between her legs while he’d pleasured her the night before. More than willing to make up for her mistakes, Shari giggled when Ben hooked his hands beneath her thighs then yanked her until her ass balanced precariously on the edge of the mattress.

  No way would they let her fall.

  Ryan glanced up at Ben, who smiled and ruffled his hair. “Go ahead. Make her come. As many times as you can in the next ten minutes. Then, if I’m happy with the job you’ve done, I’ll let you fuck her.”

  “And you’ll fuck me too?” Ryan asked. “I want that. The three of us. Linked together. Finally.”

  “It’s going to happen. Don’t worry.” Ben tapped Ryan’s cheek.

  “Why do I feel like he’s leaving out some important information?” Shari squinted at the two of them, not entirely sure what game they were playing yet. Not that she minded, especially the part about being Ryan’s all-you-can-eat buffet again for a while.

  He could do a lot with that time—she knew from experience.

  “Because I did. Are you sure you’ve never played like this before?” Ben chuckled.

  Who knew he could be so devious? Maybe Ryan brought out this side of him.

  Together, the three of them transformed each other into the perfect partners for each other.

  Shari couldn’t wait to see what it would be like when they became more familiar.

  Then again, her heart might not be able to handle it.

  She was pretty sure it was a lost cause already.

  “Get to work.” Ben fisted Ryan’s hair and directed him where he wanted him—with his face buried in Shari’s pussy.

  From zero to warp speed.

  Shari closed her eyes against the disorienting onslaught of pleasure. Holy shit. Could she really survive six hundred seconds of ecstasy that intense?

  They were about to find out.

  “That’s right,” Ben murmured in her ear. She hadn’t realized it, but he’d circled the bed so he could lean down and whisper. “Hang on. Let him treat you. The better he does, the less I’ll torture him. So help the boy out.”

  Shari didn’t think that would be a problem. Already her muscles spasmed as his tongue flicked over her clit in the pattern he’d discovered most effective the night before.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  Ben’s naughty instruction definitely acted as a bonus, magnifying her arousal. He nibbled her earlobe before continuing in a whisper only she could hear. “After these ten minutes are up, he’s going to have to fuck you for twenty, minus a minute for every time you come on his face right now. I won’t let him shoot, no matter how much you strangle his cock with that pretty pussy. And I know you will. He fucks like he was born for it.”

  Shari’s eyes rolled back and her body gathered, preparing to knock sixty seconds off Ryan’s sentence already.

  “Yes, come for him. Because holding back tortures me too. Only after he’s finished his penalty will I put my cock in his ass. You’ll need that time to loosen up. Wait until you see how wild it makes him to take a man inside him like that. The sight alone will have you shattering around him again.”

  It would have been impossible to resist the lascivious picture Ben was painting.

  Shari’s pussy clenched, hard, then released. Contractions racked her body as she cried out Ryan’s name, then Ben’s. Both men were there, Ben squeezing her hand and Ryan her knee, where his bound hands rested, while they went about their business, delighting her.

  Bent over her, his chin to her forehead, Ben wrapped his other hand around her neck, pressing slightly. Enough to trigger a second orgasm. Score for Ryan.

  “You like that?” He didn’t miss her elevated excitement.

  Shari moaned, “Yes.”

  “And this?” Ben surprised her then, hunching even lower to capture her lips tenderly. He might have been upside down, and turning her inside out, but their first kiss would be one she never forgot.

  He tasted different than Ryan, like exotic spices from his ancestors’ homeland.

  No wonder he appealed to Ryan’s sensibilities.

  From between her legs, Ryan moaned, vibrating her clit perfectly to trigger another climax when coupled with the sweet liplock Ben had engaged her in. She was glad he enjoyed seeing them swap affection as much as he had forecasted he would.

  Ben lifted up, causing her to whimper in regret. He smiled and rubbed his nose along hers before murmuring, “More of that later, I promise.”

  Then he cupped her breast, squeezing. He flicked a thumb over her nipple. The gesture triggered another wave of rapture. Only then did he return to the other side of the bed to monitor Ryan’s feast. “Enough cheating. I’ve given you a head start. You’d better try harder. Only seven minutes to go.”

  Shari slapped her hands on the sheets and curled her toes where they rested on Ryan’s shoulders. Sweet torment. She let him take her up and over too many times for her to count considering the haze of lust that fogged her mind.

  All she knew was that by the time Ben looked at the bedside clock and said, “Enough,” she thought she might never move again. The barrage of pleasure had liquefied her bones yet left her starving for something more…substantial.

  Ben hauled Ryan to his feet with one hand on each of his roommate’s upper arms.

  “I’ve always thought he looked hotter than usual with a woman’s co
me on his face.” Ben showered Ryan with approval, leaning down to lick a sample from his cheek. “Fuck, you are delicious. Both of you mixed together like that.”

  Though Shari thought she might get a replay of their kitchen make-out, instead Ben approached her. He inserted his index and middle fingers inside her without much fanfare. He hummed as he verified Ryan had thoroughly soaked her pussy. Then he withdrew, making her moan at the loss.

  “Clean them,” he ordered Ryan, who opened his mouth and let Ben stick his fingers into his mouth. The scrape of his teeth along the digits had to be intentional.

  Ryan’s cock jumped, dislodging the bead of precome at its tip.

  “Are you ready to fuck her?” Ben asked innocently.

  17

  Shari knew what their future held. And she couldn’t wait.

  Ryan didn’t, but he trusted Ben—and her—enough to keep playing along anyway. “Hell, yes. I have to get inside her. Please. Where are your condoms?”

  “I—” Ben blinked. “Shit!”

  “No. No shit allowed. What’s wrong?” Shari surfaced from her daze at his harsh exclamation.

  “I think they’re expired. It’s been…forever. I didn’t even think about it. Fuck. I could’ve put you at risk.”

  Huh? The guys had been tested. She distinctly remembered what a relief it had been to them, and their friends, to find out that they’d gotten a clean bill of health. Ellie too, despite the dozens of people who’d used her without regard to her safety. It was kind of a miracle, really.

  “I’ll go to the store.” Ryan dove for his discarded jeans, bending awkwardly to one side to snatch them with his bound hands. “Just don’t change your minds while I’m gone.”

  “Guys, hang on. I’m clean, too. And on the pill.” Shari blushed at that despite what they’d shared. She was still new to these sorts of intimate personal discussions.

  “You are?” Ben swung around, his cock still rock hard.

  “Seriously, you wouldn’t mind?” Ryan winced. “You know, after everything they did and how many partners I’ve had. I won’t be offended—”

  “There are only two people you fuck who matter to me, Ry. Ben and me. So shut up and get to it already, would you? I’m dying over here.” She held her arms wide open on the bed, inviting him into her embrace.

  Ben slapped Ryan’s ass when he hesitated a moment longer than he deemed appropriate. “You heard the lady. Put that cock in her.”

  Shari sighed.

  “Tell him what the deal was,” Ben directed.

  “You have to fuck me for twenty minutes minus one for every orgasm you gave me.” Math was beyond her by then, so she figured she let them figure that part out on their own. “You can’t come or he won’t... You have to last. Only when you’ve passed the mark will he take you, too. He wants us to come together. The three of us.”

  “I love your fucking devious mind.” Ryan spun around, went onto his tiptoes, and crushed his mouth against Ben’s. The other man didn’t object or even try to direct the moment. It didn’t need his influence to be flawless.

  When they separated with a groan, Ben muttered, “You better hurry up. I can’t wait to have my cock buried in your tight ass. The sooner you start, the sooner you’re mine.”

  “I’ve been yours for a while.” Ryan ducked his head as he proclaimed it softly. “You just didn’t notice.”

  The assertion rang through the room despite its low volume.

  Shari’s heart did a double thump in her chest.

  Then Ryan was there. He planted his bound wrists above her head, tugging against the rope as if he enjoyed the burn from the coarse cable. Carefully, he knelt between her legs then draped his body over hers, bringing his face close enough for her to revere. She showed him with every swipe of her lips and tongue and teeth over his mouth how much she adored him. Consumed by the moment, she didn’t have a chance to tense or worry when his bare cock nudged her opening.

  “Need a hand?” Ben asked.

  “Yeah. Shit. Help me. Ben, put my cock in her,” Ryan panted between devouring her mouth.

  “You meant please, didn’t you?” Ben swatted Ryan’s bare ass, wedging the blunt head of his erection more tightly against her opening.

  “Yes. Please. Ben. Come on. Please.” Ryan’s desperation moved her. She hugged him tight as he pled with Ben. “I gotta fuck. Help me.”

  Shari lifted her head long enough to watch Ben take hold of Ryan’s cock and steady it, guiding it into her pussy as Ryan worked to penetrate her. He rocked into her with short jabs that advanced him through her clamping rings of muscle. With each bit he spread her, stretched her, and delighted her.

  She cried out.

  Finally!

  “Fuck, yes,” Ben egged him on. “She loves that. Give her more. Let her have all of you. I want you balls-deep. Now.”

  Ryan’s hips hitched backward then plunged forward, embedding his shaft completely.

  Shari arched off the bed, overwhelmed with sensations—mostly phenomenal, with a sprinkle of discomfort. After appraising Ryan’s long hard-on the night before, it thrilled her that it didn’t hurt more, as she’d expected it might.

  By the time he’d withdrawn then returned with a few gliding strokes, she’d forgotten about the soreness in favor of the sparkling pleasure that bubbled up from her center. When her body responded automatically, hugging him within her, he groaned.

  “How long?” he asked Ben over his shoulder.

  “Thirteen minutes,” he replied, then slapped Ryan’s ass. “Go!”

  Ryan bit his lip, hard. She could see his mouth moving, as if he was repeating some sort of mantra, or maybe something to distract himself from the wonderful sensations he was creating between her legs.

  “I’ll try not to come,” she whispered to him, unsure of exactly how she’d pull that off when the firm length of his cock felt utterly fantastic inside her.

  “Don’t do that.” He kissed her, sucking gently on her lower lip before releasing it. “Never do that. I want to bring you as much bliss as I can. Until you’re delirious with it. I can handle it. Feel me in you.”

  Shari moaned.

  Because she could. So clearly.

  Not only where his cock prodded her most sensitive places, either.

  She felt him taking up permanent residence in her heart. Entwining with her soul. Two people—no, three people—couldn’t possibly be this in sync with each other without forming some sort of permanent bond. At least she hoped not.

  Now that she had them, she didn’t plan to let go.

  Not in twelve more minutes.

  Not in a lifetime.

  “You know how I’m a pretty good cook?” Ryan asked with a wry grin that didn’t do much to disguise how spectacular it felt from his end of things or how hard he had to focus to keep from spilling his come inside her.

  “Yeah.” She would have gushed about the meal he’d made for her the night before if she could have uttered more than a single syllable right then.

  “I’m way better at this.”

  “That’s true.” Ben paced beside them, his fingers trailing along the exposed length of Ryan’s spine then down his flank. “If there were sex Olympics, you’d need a warehouse to store your gold medals. So quit slacking and make her come already.”

  Shari threw her head back when Ryan added a well-placed swivel of his hips to his thrusting. The first time it electrified her. The second, it shattered her.

  Despite her lingering resolution to make things easier for him, she couldn’t. She came so hard she was afraid she’d leave a permanent dent in his cock. The orgasms he’d given her with his mouth had been fantastic. Compared to this, she realized they had only been an appetizer.

  He uncovered the main course.

  Ravenous, she met him pound for pound.

  “Jesus, you two are spectacular.” Ben observed their mating with awe in his golden eyes. He stroked himself in the same rhythm Ryan used while pumping into her. “What the hell do you need
me for?”

  “Join us and find out,” Ryan taunted, trying to get Ben to break his self-imposed time out.

  “Soon,” Ben promised.

  He sidled closer, putting his groin at face level. She was so busy gawking at his enormous cock that she didn’t realize what he intended until Ryan dipped down and caught the fat head in his mouth without ever faltering as he shuttled within her.

  Ben gripped Ryan’s hair, then speared the other into hers. She gladly followed his direction when he pressed her closer to his shaft. Shari licked him, sampled his unique musk, and breathed deep of his scent. Only when she’d taken her fill did she open her mouth wider and duck her chin to take his heavy balls into her mouth and bathe them with the flat of her tongue.

  “Fuck. Yes!” Ben thrust deeper into Ryan’s mouth to give her room to work his sac.

  So she did.

  Knowing that she could inspire even a fraction of the extreme sensations they sparked in her tipped her over the edge again. If it was possible to overdose on endorphins from orgasms, she was in serious danger.

  Time warped, slowing to a crawl, which made her hyperaware of every moment while also flying by. She reached a place she’d never imagined where her rapture became constant. Not a peak-and-valley landscape where she was coming or not coming, but one where an incessant tide of pleasure kept her floating on ecstasy.

  Eventually, Ben withdrew, mumbling something about facials and temptation.

  It wasn’t long after that Ryan faltered for the first time. Of course, the variety in his movement only added to her rising satisfaction levels. Everything they did to her increased her enjoyment.

  Especially when she realized what had happened. Ben tossed the bottle of lube to the bed, having slicked his fingers and presumably Ryan’s ass with the substance. He stood behind Ryan, gripping his hip with one hand while the other disappeared between his cheeks.

  Shari realized right away how controlled her lover had been when he bucked frantically, slamming into her and filling her slightly beyond the limits of her body. The intensity of the sensation sparked another explosion within her.

  Oh God. She couldn’t take much more.

  “Ben,” she cried.