My Personal Bad Boy

by Bethany James

  His weight pushes a breath out of me. From this position, he drives his cock hard and deep.

  It’s perfection.

  My mouth hangs open as he takes me. All I can do is stare up at him in awe. His command over my body, and the ease at which he can pleasure me still amazes me.

  I cum hard, my body trembling as my pussy pulses around him. It does not take him long after me.

  I’m boneless as he slips my legs off of his shoulders. He collapses next to me, tugging me into his arms. We’re both slicked with sweat but I don’t care.

  Tilting my face up, I lick the underside of his jaw. His arms tighten around me.

  “It’s like you were made for me.”

  Whoa.

  I hesitate then say. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Last night was a test for me.”

  I press my hand to his chest and lift my head so I can look him in the eye. “A test?”

  His hair is a tousled sexy mess against my pillow. “To see you with someone else. To find out how I would feel, watching you with a guy I knew wanted to date you.”

  I hold my breath.

  His face softens as his gaze moves over me. “It was hot but I couldn’t enjoy it. Want to know why?”

  Still incapable of speech, I nod.

  “Neither you or that guy knew you were mine.”

  My power of speech comes back for me to ask, “What does that mean?”

  He frowns. “Fuck if I know. You’re the first girl I’ve ever wanted to keep.”

  My belly warms and tension I hadn’t realized I felt before melts away from my limbs.

  He feels it, his eyes going lazy hot before he says, “you like me keeping you.”

  “I do, but I’m still not sure I understand.”

  He nods, “I’m not looking to be your Dom but we could do some of what Gus and Zoe do. Be together and together play with other people if we want but without that Sir stuff.”

  “So you’d be my personal bad boy,” I tease.

  He pulls my lips down to his and then murmurs against them, “and you’re my personal bad girl.”

  “Are you ready?” Wes asks.

  Pressing my palm to the front of his jeans, I feel his cock twitch. “Yes.”

  He covers my hand with his and thrusts against my hand. “Do you think it’s a good idea to tease me before we’re going to restrain you?”

  Popping up onto my toes, I press my lips to his. “I’m not a tease.”

  He doesn’t argue, it’d be pointless. He’s had me, eager and begging for it, every possible way there was to.

  Today, we’re going to play in Martinez’s room.

  This isn’t the first time we’ve played with restraints. We’ve played in his room here or more often at my place since he’s all but moved in. Our previous play has never been with equipment as elaborate as this.

  Martinez is stretched out across his bed when we walk in. He has one condition for anyone wanting to play in his room, that he gets to play too. So, it’s no surprise that he’s here. What I wasn’t expecting was to see Gus and Zoe on his settee.

  He catches my eye and lifts his brows suggestively. He is pretty possessive; Martinez, Gus and Zoe seem to be his only exceptions to this. He trusts them to not try and steal me away. It still drives him crazy that Josh works with me. That’s even after he said something to Josh that’s made him avoid the crap out of me ever since. Besides, with his modeling stuff taking off, I hardly see him anymore.

  My eyes still on Wes, I realize he does not seem surprised at all. That sneaky boy planned this. He’s admitted on more than one occasion how much he loves watching Zoe and me go down on each other. In fact, he’s not sure what he likes watching more, her mouth on my pussy while he fucks my mouth, or taking my ass while I pleasure her with my tongue.

  Given the excited gleam in his eyes, I have a feeling both might be in my near future. I was already excited at the thought of Wes and Martinez having their way with me today, now I’m practically dripping I’m so turned on.

  “Hey girlie,” Zoe grins, not hiding her excitement.

  “Hey back babe,” I reply.

  “Now is that anyway to say hello to a friend?” Wes asks.

  I shake my head and shift my gaze to Gus. He lifts his chin, silently giving me permission to really say hey to his pet. Martinez slides off of his bed as I cross the room to where Gus and Zoe sit.

  Bending at the waist, I cup her face with my hands and press my lips to hers. Her mouth opens beneath mine and my tongue pushes into it. She tastes sweet, like cotton candy.

  Hands move to the short skater style skirt I’m wearing, pushing the fabric up to expose my bare ass. Unless I’m at work, I’ve stopped wearing panties. It’s more fun to have nothing in Wes’s way. He loves my pussy, and takes every opportunity to enjoy it.

  A tongue licks at my anus as fingers move to my clit. I moan against Zoe’s mouth, my hips grinding back against whoever is pleasuring me. My tank top is pushed up and a hand moves to each of my breasts. By touch alone I can differentiate Zoe’s soft small hand from Martinez’s large rough palm.

  Zoe breaks our kiss so Martinez can pull my tank off. I glance behind me, reaching out to rest my hand on the top of Wes’s head as he tongues my ass. Martinez twists my nipple, making me gasp and look at him. His eyes aren’t on me and I follow his gaze to watch as Gus spreads Zoe’s legs for me.

  Licking my lips I look up at him, waiting for his signal. He moves his hands from her thighs to the outer lips of her pink pussy, opening her for me.

  “Hungry?” He asks.

  “Starved,” I reply before lowering my lips to her glistening sex.

  I lap at her, my tongue flat against her clit until she starts to squirm. Then I press my tongue inside her sweet cunt, letting her slick arousal coat my lips.

  Cool liquid hits the crack of my ass and my eyes flutter closed in anticipation. What is coming next, a plug, a dildo, or Wes’s cock?

  Martinez lifts my hand from one side of the sofa and presses it to his dick. I lift my head, pulling my hand back only to slide my tongue over it, making it slick. Then I stroke him and move my mouth back to Zoe’s clit.

  Her pants and cries become muffled by the sound of her swallowing Gus’s cock.

  She pulls her mouth away, “Sir may I cum?”

  He grants her permission as Wes eases a vibrating plug into my ass. My vision blurs briefly from the intense perfection of fullness I feel. With an urgency I don’t understand, I suck Zoe’s clit between my lips, my tongue swirling all around it.

  She bucks and I suddenly wish I had more hands so I could press my fingers into her cunt and ass. My right hand is currently holding me upright and I still stroke Martinez with my left. Still, my tongue is enough. She cries out around Gus’s cock and I press my tongue inside her to taste her pleasure and feel the walls of her pussy convulse.

  The plug in my ass buzzes away, making my clit ache for someone to massage it and my pussy ache for a cock to fill it. Once her cunt stops trembling against my tongue I pull back, then drop to my knees in front of Wes. With one hand still stroking Martinez, I free Wes from his jeans and take him in my mouth. I love the feel of his piercing in my pussy, in my ass, and like now, against my tongue.

  Zoe moves behind me, pushing my knees apart, stretching out on the floor beneath me. I lower my pussy to her waiting lips. There is the sound of flesh smacking flesh and I know without looking that Gus is now fucking her pussy while she licks mine.

  She has a talented tongue. I was already primed before her mouth touched me but she still has me quaking in no time.

  I groan my release around Wes’s cock and he fists my hair, making me lock eyes with him as it pulses through me. It’s insane how much I love him, how free being with him has made me. Would everyone consider what we have is love?

  Probably not.

  Then again, not everyone would be into watching his girlfriend get her pussy licked by another chick, while stroking another
man’s cock as she also sucks his cock. Wes isn’t your average man. He’s all bad but so, so good to me.

  His cum splashes the back of my throat, his heated gaze never leaving my face. Once I’ve licked his cock clean, he pulls me up and into his arms, my legs circling his waist. I lose my grip on Martinez’s cock but don’t care because Wes’s mouth is on mine, kissing me wet and hard.

  With his jeans around his thighs he slowly walks me toward the wall opposite of the couch. My core convulses in anticipation because I now know our playing is going to include Martinez’s wooden rack. His lips don’t leave mine as he unhooks my legs from his waist and lowers them until my feet hit the ground. Martinez is there, grasping one of my ankles. He pulls it to the side, attaching it to a leather cuff that is chained to one side of the rack.

  Once my ankle is cuffed, he repeats the process on my other ankle. Naked, I’m cuffed at both ankles, my legs spread wide. Wes breaks our kiss, his hand coasting down my arm to grasp my hand. He takes it, his big hand wrapping around it before lifting it to his mouth. I watch, my lips parted as he kisses my palm, then my knuckles, before pressing his lips to each of my fingertips.

  How can kissing my hand be so erotic?

  I’m transfixed by him, completely caught in the spider web of his attentions. Martinez moves behind me and Gus has bent Zoe over the couch but it’s as if Wes and I are all alone. His lips caress the pad of my pinkie before his hand circles my wrist and he stretches my arm out to Martinez.

  Wes takes my other hand, repeating his gentle kisses and caresses as Martinez circles another leather cuff around my wrist. When he finishes he again passes Martinez my hand. As Martinez secures my last free limb to his rack, Wes kisses me again. This time, his hands hold my neck, one at each side, his thumbs resting on my jaw.

  He kisses me until Martinez clears his throat. It seems someone is impatient.

  Wes’s hands move down my arms to my shoulders. He pauses to rub there and make sure I’m not uncomfortable in any way. Then his hands move to my breasts. Ever since he got the all clear that my nipples were healed he can’t keep his hands off of them.

  Today I’m wearing small hoops through them for whatever Wes and Martinez have planned.

  Before I got them pierced, Wes joked my nipples were so sensitive he could make me cum just by playing with them. He was so right. Biting my lip I try to shift my hips towards him. With his hands on my breasts, his fingers gently tugging and twisting my piercings, my pussy hums with need.

  “That feel good?” Wes asks.

  I press my lips together before nodding.

  A hiss is the only warning I have before the tails of a flogger kiss the cheek of my ass.

  “Oh God,” I cry, warmth spreading across my skin.

  Wes moves behind me to watch.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” Martinez mutters, his fingertips ghosting over my flesh.

  Wes moves to my side, his mouth on my neck.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as Martinez alternates between spanking my ass with his hand and the flogger.

  After each strike, his hand moves to massage the sting away. The instant either his hand or the flogger connects with my skin there’s a bit of pain. He’s going easy on me. It’s the warmth that stays, the globes of each of my ass cheeks feel deliciously heated.

  “Look at that,” Martinez practically hums with his approval.

  Zoe and Gus, now done with their lovemaking, stand. They right their clothes as they cross the room to come see how amazing my ass looks.

  “Will I be able to sit down?” I joke, glancing over my shoulder at them.

  Wes drops to his knees behind me, palming my ass and squeezing my cheeks together as he kisses them, dragging his tongue across my skin.

  “Fuck,” I moan, coming up onto my tiptoes and pulling against the restraints as his movements intensify the vibrations of the plug.

  Martinez chuckles, reaching around me to tug on one of my nipple rings.

  “OhmyGod,” I gasp, my clit convulsing.

  “I love your ass,” Zoe whispers, her gentle fingertips brushing across my skin once Wes pulls away.

  “So do I, “ he replies, leaning forward to kiss my ass again, this time twisting the plug in my ass.

  My knees start to shake and he laughs. There is no cruelty in his laughter, only fun.

  “You are such a brat,” I grumble.

  He stands, his hand still working the plug, his front pressing to my side.

  He reaches up to fist my hair, forcing my face to turn toward him.

  “And you fucking love it,” he growls against my mouth.

  “I do,” I pant, licking and nipping at his lips.

  He kisses me long and wet as he fucks my ass with the plug. I buck back against him, wanting it, wanting it all as I drink from his mouth. I’m so close, just hovering right on the edge of what’s going to be an insanely good orgasm.

  Then, he stops.

  “Noooooooooooo,” I cry.

  Wes releases my hair and moves out from behind the rack. My eyes follow him, then look past him to see Zoe and Gus leaving.

  She blows me a kiss before he closes the door behind them.

  “Where are they going?” I ask.

  “I think she needs to babysit,” Wes jokes, making me laugh.

  I still babysit from time to time but now my big sister no longer assumes I can watch her kids. It’s another one of the amazing ways my life has changed because of Wes and he knows it. I’m still laughing as he moves to stand in front of me, stretching out both of his arms until his hands reach my restrained ones.

  He swallows my laughter, kissing me, hard and deep, his hands still holding mine. When he pulls back it frustrates me that I can’t follow him. He smirks, knowing how much this loss of control drives me crazy.

  His fingers move away, leaving me wanting. Next they go to my hips. His right hand resting on the tattoo he inked. It’s a gray scale compass, a reminder to continue to face my fears and always embrace the exploration.

  Wes got one to match. On his right hip is the North Star. Side by side his star guides me to him.

  From my hips his hands move to cup my sex. His eyes are on mine and he watches as my expressions change. He can read me like no one else. There are days I wonder if he knows my body better than I do.

  Those are the days I feel beyond grateful for taking that risk and placing that ad. Everything I had wished for has come true.

  There’s more to my life than work and microwave meals for one.

  Warm hands rest against my shoulders and I turn my head to look at Martinez.

  He smiles at me before looking at Wes. “I knew she’d like the rack.”

  Wes dips a finger inside me. “Good call. She’s fucking soaked.”

  He pushes another finger inside me and drops his mouth to mine. Martinez moves his hands to my breasts as he presses his hips against my ass.

  Both he and Wes are rock hard. My belly dips at the thought of being restrained between them, at their mercy. Wes has taken my ass with his cock while fucking my pussy with a dildo but I’ve never taken two cocks like this.

  Martinez’s hand drifts to the plug in my ass, twisting it.

  I groan against Wes’s lips. He continues to fuck me with his fingers while Martinez starts to fuck me with the plug. My climax slams into me.

  My impulse is to curl, to fold my arms around myself and close my legs but the leather cuffs at my wrists and ankles prevent me from doing so.

  Martinez pulls the plug all the way from me. He then adds more lube to his already condom-sheathed cock. Wes cups my cheek, his fingers still inside me as Martinez positions his cock at my entrance.

  “You good?” Wes asks.

  I nod and he presses his lips to mine.

  The plug prepared me for Martinez’s dick. I feel full but there’s no pain. Wes places one last kiss on my lips before reaching down to unhook my ankles.

  Once they’re free he lifts me, spreading my le
gs wider and hooks my knees over Martinez’s waiting arms. Then he reaches for padded straps that hang down from the top beam of the rack. They fit around my thighs, just above my knees and hold me, suspended between Wes and Martinez.

  He kneels in front of me, stroking his cock as he begins to suckle and lick my clit. Behind me, Martinez fucks my ass.

  He slides his hand up the back of my neck and into my hair, fisting there.

  “Your ass is so fucking tight,” he says while kissing under my ear.

  All I can do is moan in response.

  Wes pulls away before I can come. I mourn his mouth but when he replaces it with his cock I get over it.

  Martinez stills as Wes pushes his cock inside me. He’s so big and with my ass already full of Martinez’s cock it’s a fullness that is almost overwhelming.

  I gasp, sucking in air as my body stretches to accommodate them both. Wes lifts his hands to frame my face.

  “So beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss my cheeks.

  Both he and Martinez wait until my breathing slows to start moving.

  “This okay?” He asks, his eyes on mine.

  My lips tipping up, I reply, “yes.”

  His hand moves down to my clit as his mouth takes mine. They move, Martinez pulling out as Wes pushes in and then Wes pulling out as Martinez pushes in.

  The sensation of their cocks moving against each other, separated by a thin bit of flesh feels amazing. Martinez reaches around me to play with my nipples.

  With Wes’s fingers on my clit, and both of their cocks fucking me I’m helpless to stop my orgasm.

  “Jesus,” Martinez murmurs.

  “Can you feel her pussy pulsing?” Wes asks.

  “Fuck yeah I can,” Martinez replies, the slap of his flesh against mine echoing in the room as he begins to fuck me harder.

  Wes moves his hands to my waist as he does the same. There is no finesse to the way they take me now.

  Not taking turns, over and over they pound my ass and pussy in unison. I turn my hands in the cuffs and grip the straps attached to them in an effort to hang on.

  My climax comes roaring back for round two. Trembling between them I cry out when it hits me. Martinez cums first, pumping hard one last time before rooting himself deep and groaning his release into my ear.