“And I prefer a cowboy favorite, red velvet,” Nash finished. The bite he pulled off the heart-shaped cake to feed her missed the target, and icing smeared on her lips.
She licked it off with a laugh. “If that’s your favorite, maybe I should be feeding it to you.”
She reached down and pulled off a bigger hunk with her fingers and shoved it square at his face. It landed near, but not in, his mouth. Cake crumbs dropped between them, and the kiss that followed was sticky-sweet.
“You’re next,” she told Connor.
He gave her a mischievous look. “If this is how we’re gonna eat cake, I better get prepared first.”
With that, he slid off his tuxedo jacket and unbuttoned his shirt.
“Good thinkin’,” Nash said. “Not sure the rental place will want to clean red food colorin’ out of these.”
She shot him a wicked grin. “I think I like your way of eating cake.”
Both men were shirtless within moments, and she felt a distinct stirring at the sight of their hard muscles. Right then, she couldn’t think of anything she wanted to do more than to smear every inch of them with frosting and lick them clean.
Connor cut off a slice of yellow cake and held it out to her. “Be my guest.”
She put a hunk up to his lips, pressing it inside when he opened for her. “Yep, I definitely like this cake idea,” she said.
He grabbed her then, pulling her against his hot, hard chest as he kissed her. His lips and tongue were sweet when he plunged the latter into her mouth, and her entire body flamed at his hunger. His hands slid down to cup her ass cheeks, which he held in place while he pressed his obviously hard cock against her.
“We better get those presents open,” Nash said, and his voice came from very close behind her. “Now or never.”
Terra dragged her lips from Connor’s. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Connor’s giving me a present right now.”
Nash pressed himself close to her back and growled in her ear. “And I aim to join him at it. But trust me, I think you’ll want these other gifts first.”
At that moment, she could have given half a hot damn about opening any gift that didn’t lie below the men’s waists, but she had to admit Nash’s words, and especially the seductive tone he said them in, intrigued her.
She reached for the first package, but Nash stopped her. “Not that one,” he said. “It’s a sexy nightie.”
“Ever hear of waiting until a package is open before saying what it is?” she said, teasing.
Nash shrugged. “Open the next one. It’s from me.”
She reached for a long slender box with pink paper and tore it open. Then she laughed. “Is this a riding crop?”
“Of sorts,” Connor said, rubbing her ass. “But the plan ain’t for you to use it on a horse.”
“No?” She fingered the long leather crop suggestively. “Just someone who’s hung like one.”
“Two someones,” Nash said. He held out a smaller box while a distinct glimmer brightened in his eyes. “Hurry and open mine. Happy belated twentieth—and twenty-first, since I didn’t get you nothin’ for that one, either.”
She took the red-ribboned box and shook it. Something fairly weighty shifted inside it, and she thought she heard a clinking sound. Inside she found something that set off a warm tingle between her legs.
“Since you seemed to have a thing for tyin’ me up,” he said as she lifted the leather collar and matching wrist cuffs. “I hope you like it.”
She leaned close to his ear and flicked out her tongue to tease his earlobe. “Take me inside and I’ll show you how much.”
The men wasted no time practically dragging her to the new bedroom they would all share. A four-poster bed waited, already covered with a simple, navy-blue comforter and plump pillows. The single lamp in the corner was dim, but enough to see as clothes practically flew every which way—except for her beautiful dress, which she laid with care over a tall dresser. Two cocks pointed straight at her when they were all naked.
“Which one of us deserves to be cuffed?” Nash asked. “Or should I just hold my hands out in front of me now?”
She shook her head. “Not either of you.” She held up the restraints. “Do me.”
“Fuck yes, I’ll do you,” Nash said, his eyes raking her up and down. “I’ve been waiting for days to do you.”
Connor was suspiciously quiet as the men moved forward to take the collar and cuffs from her hand.
“You sure about this?” he asked at last while he held up the collar. A pleasingly generous length of chain was attached to a loop on the front of it, effectively turning it into a leash. She smiled. Connor sure could have used that baby the night he tamed a bad wolf on the motel room floor.
“Oh, I’m positive,” she said.
“Then the safety word is ‘freedom,’” Connor said. “You say it any time you feel uncomfortable and want us to stop.”
“I didn’t give Nash a safety word when I bound him up.”
Nash gave a tiny grunt. “That was a bit of a different situation.” He stared at her with an intensity that heated her blood. “Though just for the record, I wouldn’t have needed to use it.”
He had the cuffs in his hand, and as he leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips, she felt him take her wrist and slide the leather into place around it. The kiss was gentle and faint, much like the one that had awakened her need for him in the doorway of the motel room. That seemed a lifetime ago.
“Let me know if these are too tight,” Nash whispered while he slipped the other restraint on. Connor had moved behind her, his body heat palpable as he fitted the collar around her neck.
She tugged on the cuffs to test their strength. “They’re fine.”
The men stepped back as if appraising their handiwork, and she felt her nipples tighten as they took in every inch of her naked, bound body. The only part of her hidden from them was her bare cunt, which she still kept shaved. Her hands were clasped in front of it.
“Since it’s my birthdays,” she said seductively, “you have to give me what I want. So don’t just stand there, cowboys. Hurry up and fuck me or something.”
“I vote for ‘or somethin’’,” Nash said. “But not for long.”
He picked up the crop that had been placed on the bed. He snapped the wider paddle end against his palm, and she smiled. Connor took hold of the end of the chain attached to her collar and gave a gentle tug.
“Put her against the bedpost,” Nash said. “Too bad I didn’t think to handcuff her to it.
Connor backed her up so her backside was pressed to the wooden post, and he lifted her arms over her head. “Grab the post,” he said with a tone of command. “Hang onto it and don’t let go until I say.”
She did as instructed, feeling very wanton and naughty taking orders while exposed to him this way. This was how life would be now. No more nights alone, thrashing around in bed while pining for her men. They had command of her and she of them.
Nash climbed on the bed behind her and rubbed the crop softly against her bare ass. “What’s the safety word again?” he whispered in her ear.
She gave a little laugh. “I thought you said we wouldn’t need it.”
The crop came back and gave a stinging little snap against her tender flesh. “Say it.”
“Freedom,” she replied. “Though I don’t think I’ve ever quite felt so free as when you two just tied me up.”
Connor gave an animal growl at that, and he moved in closer. He grasped a length of the leash chain taut between his hands and slid it over her chest, rubbing the cool metal up and down over both her nipples. She let out a tiny gasp as the buds stiffened to his touch, and an even louder moan came out when Nash followed up with another slap of the crop.
“I want to see these pretty, round cheeks of yours all lit up for me,” he said, delivering another firm, yet not rough, blow. “You remember that safety word, now. Because otherwise, I ain’t gonna stop until your fine ass is ribbe
d with pink. Then I’m gonna sink my cock into it.”
Connor moved in to replace the cold, hard chain on her tits with his hot mouth, and she squirmed in delight against the pole. Nash gave her rapid, staccato blows with the crop, not hard enough to truly injure her, but enough to feel the blows well after they’d gone. Her ass warmed up, and she started wriggling with each slap. The stinging pain mingled exquisitely with the pleasure of Connor’s wet tongue on her breasts, and she soon felt dampness soaking her inner thighs.
“Your scent is drivin’ me crazy,” Connor said in a rushed, almost breathless tone while he devoured her nipples. “I can smell how bad you want it.”
She spread her legs apart slightly. “Then stop teasing me and show me what you plan to do about it.”
With that, he dropped to his knees. She expected his tongue, but stiffened and cried out when the end of the cold chain was pressed against her bare lips, rubbing back and forth against the sensitive flesh there.
Nash’s tongue did join in, however, laving over the hot, stinging lashes on her ass to soothe the burn. She gritted her teeth and reached down with her bound hands to grab Connor’s head and try to force his mouth to her throbbing cunt, but Nash pulled back and gave her a much harder smack.
“Get those hands back up on that post, woman,” he said with a growl.
“I’ve got a better idea,” Connor said with obvious strain. “Let’s turn her around and switch roles.”
Connor twisted her body around to face Nash, who was seated on the bed with a cock that looked stiff enough to burst. He grabbed her by the wrist cuffs and tugged her forward until she got on his lap. His eyes were pure gold, and her heart skipped at the sheer lust glowing in them. Once, those eyes had held a similar glow that had scared her. Now, all she wanted was for him to prove how desperately he needed her.
He handed over the crop to Connor, who stood at the foot of the bed and fingered her leash chain invitingly. “Seems like you dig this,” he said. “I’ll bet you’d even love it if I could fuck you with this chain.”
She wriggled against his muscled legs, trying to get closer to his cock. Connor spanked her ass with the crop, hard enough that she heard the whip cutting through the air before it hit. She jerked and gave a little squeal.
“You wait until you’re told,” he said.
“I don’t think I can wait much longer or I’m going to come right on Nash’s thighs.”
Nash tugged her chain. “Not until I say you can come, baby.”
He pulled himself backward slightly so she was sitting farther out by his knees. He took the end of the chain and began winding it evenly, though a bit loosely around the shaft of his straining cock. The chain was long enough that it got it around his girth a few times without Terra having to change her posture any.
“Now,” he said. “Now you can ride me.”
“Like that?” she asked. “Will that work?”
The whoosh of the crop sliced the air before landing on her ass. “You heard the man,” Connor said. “Fuck that luscious, chained-up prick.”
Her ass was hot and throbbing as she scooted up on Nash. Her motions were awkward with her hands bound, but she got into position while he held his chained dick for her.
“Fuck it now,” he ordered.
She sat down. “Oh, God,” she breathed.
What an incredible, bizarre sensation it was, feeling his already thick cock enhanced even further by the rugged, though slender, chain. Cool metal should have tamed the heat inside her dripping cunt, but the sensation fired her even hotter and she began to rock her hips like life depended on it.
Nash set one arm behind him to support himself, but used the other to grab hold of her hair and control her motion so she could meet his wild gaze. “Do you have any idea how bad I’ve wanted to do this?” he asked. “What you unleashed inside of me the night you tied me up and gagged me? You thought you were restrainin’ my passion.” He shook his head. “You had no idea you were really sendin’ my lust for you straight to insanity.”
She lifted her arms so she could circle them around his neck. “Who says I had no idea?”
He growled and thrust his hips up to grind against her.
“The two of you are sendin’ me to insanity,” said Connor. “Lie down before I shoot off right on her sexy back.”
Lying down with Nash on his back was difficult for Terra with the handcuffs on, so Nash compromised by turning onto his side with her facing him. His cock was still buried in her when Connor sandwiched behind and parted her still-warm ass cheeks. His lips feathered her shoulder below where the leather collar was fastened, and he positioned himself so the tip of his pulsing cock was right at her asshole.
“This ain’t gonna hurt,” he murmured. “At least, not my penetratin’ your ass. I might just get a mind to use the crop again, though.”
Despite his assurance, Terra sucked in a breath and held it, lacing her palms together tight between herself and Nash while she waited for him to push inside her. She let out a gasp of surprise when he did, but not because it hurt. She’d never felt anything like being filled by two men, let alone right next to each other.
“Holy damn,” Connor said. “This feels unbelievable.”
Nash, who had waited more or less patiently while Connor fitted himself inside, seemed to unhinge at that. He gripped Terra’s upper thigh and drove his cock into her hard. Connor grunted in obvious passion and thrust more or less in tandem with Nash’s movements. Terra found herself trapped in between them, unable to move and desperate to get her hands on a hard, muscled body. The sensations of pleasure swirled higher, and she wriggled in frustration as she fought against her bonds.
“Wait a minute,” she said at last. “Stop. I mean, freedom.”
The men’s thrusts halted instantly.
“Are you okay?” Nash asked, his voice filled with concern. “Do you want me to pull out?”
“No! Take these damn cuffs off. One of them, anyway.”
He loosened the strap on her wrist until she could pull her hand free. “Thank God,” she said when she was free.
“I’m sorry,” Connor said. “It seemed like you were enjoyin’ things.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “I just couldn’t do this with my hands bound up.”
She raked her nails hard down Nash’s back. He groaned and resumed fucking her. Connor seemed stunned for a moment, but he rallied quickly and shuddered while he pressed his cock deeper.
“Give me the whip,” she said, turning her head sideways to Connor.
The men responded by thrusting faster, but Connor did as she asked. She thanked him by running the end along his long, sinewy leg and then smacking it down on him. He grunted like an animal with each blow and rammed her harder until her breasts were slicked with sweat as they slid along Nash’s chest.
She flipped the crop in her hand and ran the handle over Nash’s flexing buttocks.
“Are you gonna punish me with that crop, my hot darlin’?” he asked.
She reared back and gave him the hardest blow that had landed on any of them thus far. He flinched and grimaced, but she felt his cock jerk inside her with pleasure.
“No,” she said. “I’m going to fuck you with it.”
With that, she dipped the handle between his ass cheeks. It took a little maneuvering, but she felt him tense when she found the right spot and pushed the leather up his asshole.
“God yes, baby,” he said. “Fuck me while we fuck you.”
Oh, and she did just that. Thrusting into him while the hottest, sexiest men she could ever conceive of thrust into her gave her a new sense of womanhood. Every moan belonged to her, and their rapturous expressions brought such power with it. She controlled Nash’s passion—and Connor’s. She owned it. And they owned hers.
“Do you know we love you?” Nash asked. His eyes were closed when he said it, but he opened them when it was out. “That I love you.”
“Yes,” she said, her heart flip-flopping li
ke crazy between the ferocity of their sex and the emotion in his words. “And I love you both enough to qualify me as crazy.”
Connor leaned over and turned her face aside to kiss her breathless.
She was expecting to hear his declaration next, but instead he cried out and tensed. “I’m comin’,” he said, and a hot rush of fluid gushed soon after.
Warm, wet cum slid around them, pushing her right to the edge. “Now,” she breathed. “Please, Nash. I can’t wait.”
“Already there,” he said, and he held her tight while they shouted out together.
“I love you, Terra,” Connor said as she yelled out his name. “Since the moment I saw you drivin’ in the rain.”
All three of them clutched one another while their orgasms finished, which took a surprising amount of time considering Connor kept shoving his still-throbbing cock inside her ass until he brought her off a second time. She rolled over, effectively pulling both dicks out of her, and began covering Connor with kisses.
“Thank you both for this incredible evening,” she said, sucking his nipple into her mouth. “I can’t imagine any girl having mates who can be so sensitive to her needs, and then turn around and fuck her so damn hardcore.”
He pulled her face to his and kissed her. After a moment, he sat up. “We were in such a hurry I think we left the slidin’ door open. I should go check before half the flies in town get in and line up for chow.”
“Fuck that,” she said, grabbing his hand. She took hold of the other half of her cuff, which was still dangling from her wrist, and wrapped the leather around him until they were chained together. “You aren’t going anywhere, cowboy.”
“What, didn’t we fuck you good enough just now?” he said in mock incredulity.
She smiled. “I was fucked fantastically, thank you very much. But it occurs to me that there’s one of us here that I haven’t ever seen get fucked himself.” She turned and gave Nash a wink, and he returned it with a knowing grin.
“That’s an interestin’ point,” Nash said, his eyes sliding over Connor. “And you ain’t lived until you’ve seen him writhin’ around with somethin’ hot and hard inside him.”
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