Chapter 16
Rory
These men have been driving me insane for a couple of hours now, small touches here and there, hands brushing close to my breasts. When they started up with kisses and intentional touching, though? My body ratcheted up to eleven. I’m pretty sure I’m going to combust. Even though I told them I’m ready for the bedroom, Wes stops us before we start walking. He turns me to face him, Kyle standing at my back.
“I have some questions for you, precious, and I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me. There’s no judgment here, and there’s no wrong answer, okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”
“Do you have any hard no’s when it comes to sex?”
“Degradation,” I say instantly.
“Good girl,” Kyle murmurs and brings my hand up to his mouth, kissing and suckling gently at my skin.
“Are you okay with being restrained?” Wes asks.
I think about this one, and Kyle stops his ministrations so I can focus. His hands rest on my hips instead, holding gently, not trying to drive me wild.
“I’m willing to try it,” I tell him. “I haven’t done it before.”
“Good girl, thank you for your honesty,” Wes says and leans in to suck lightly at my pulse point.
My head tips back in pleasure, resting against Kyle’s shoulder.
“Are there any toys you do not want to use?” Wes asks.
“Clamps. I don’t like clamps. Too much pain is a hard no,” I tell him.
“Thank you, precious. Are you ready for your reward? You answered my questions so perfectly,” Wes says.
“Yes, please,” I whine. “I want it.”
The only thing coursing through me right now is need and desire. These men and their wicked mouths and their talented hands are going to be the end of me. I’ve never felt this turned on before and all we’ve done is a little touching and some dirty words.
“Kyle, love, is there anything you want to add?”
“Safeword?” he asks.
“Safeword?” I parrot.
“In case we go too far and make you uncomfortable. You say this word and we stop and work through it,” Kyle explains.
“I-I, uh, I don’t know,” I confess, my mind whirling with the request.
“How about ‘red’?” Wes suggests.
“’Red’?” I ask.
Kyle releases me and walks around to face me, Wes stepping out of the way.
“It’s a stoplight system. Green means you’re good, yellow is slow down, and if you call red, we stop everything and talk about what happened so we can avoid it in the future.”
“Okay, that sounds good,” I agree.
Kyle looks over at Wes expectantly. “Can I lick her now?”
My knees about buckle as I realize the dynamic here. Wes is in full control, and Kyle is deferring to him despite his promised plans. The safeword, questions about limits, all come together for me. I’ve never played with the Dom/sub dynamic, but with these two it feels natural.
He tried some kink before, but I didn’t feel safe; I didn’t feel considered. Most of the time I didn’t like it because he never made it about me. It’s different with these guys. I wonder if they use this dynamic between the two of them when I’m not here.
“Please do,” Wes responds to Kyle’s request.
Kyle drops to his knees and pulls my leggings down with rough hands before lifting my feet one at a time to free my legs. He spreads them wide, and his tongue touches my slit, licking the skin between my legs before he dives in. His tongue swirls around my opening, not dipping in, just teasing me mercilessly. Moans are falling freely from my mouth at the feel of his tongue exploring me. He’s devoted to tracing every inch of my sex before suddenly flicking my clit. I cry out and at some point, Wes must have walked to my back because he pulls my torso back to lean on him.
“Lean on me, precious, I got you,” he says huskily into my ear. “Let Kyle worship that sweet pussy of yours.”
With his permission, my body fully leans into him, and true to his word, he holds me with no issues while Kyle ravages me. His tongue alternates from fast to slow, dipping in and out of my sopping pussy, only to circle back up to my clit and flick it rapidly. His lips seal over my clit and he sucks hard, sending me over the edge. My body lights up, tingling shooting down my legs and my pussy clenching on itself, wanting to be filled.
Kyle sits back, crouching in front of me, and licks his lips. “Fuck, you’re delicious,” he says before placing more kisses along my hips.
Wes lifts me up in a bridal carry and moves us to the bedroom. He sets me down once we enter and I note how cozy their room is, despite being large and hosting an oversized bed. There will definitely be plenty of room for us to play around on that. I turn to look at them, and I see Wes rummaging around in a drawer.
Kyle steps in front of me, hiding Wes from view. He smirks and pulls me closer to him. I place my hands on his chest and take a moment to appreciate the muscles he’s cultivated.
“What’s he doing?” I ask, still staring at Kyle’s chest and feeling the muscle like a creeper.
“Just getting out some additional fun in case you’re up for it,” he tells me cryptically. “Do you want to have some fun or just use me for my chest?”
I flush when I realize I’m still running my hands up and down his chest, and start to protest, but when I snap my eyes to his, I can see the teasing in his eyes. Narrowing mine at him, I lean forward and nip at his bottom lip.
“You’re getting awfully cheeky,” I tell him.
Kyle just smiles wider and wiggles his eyebrows at me. I wouldn’t say Kyle is Mr. Stoic, but typically Wes is the more playful of the two. Seeing Kyle turn playful and Wes turn a little more serious is a fun experience and I’m excited to see where it goes. Before I can pull away, Kyle brings my face to his and molds his mouth to mine.
His lips are soft, but firm. He knows how to use them well, and takes my lips firmly against his, exploring my mouth and nipping at my lips. When he stops, I’m basically a melted puddle of goo from the need coursing through me. An involuntary whimper escapes. Wes comes up behind me, and I hadn’t even noticed him moving around the room. He pulls my hands from Kyle’s shoulders and puts them together behind my back.
“Good girl,” Wes purrs in my ear. “Should we get the rest of these clothes off?”
I nod frantically, and as Kyle stands, he runs his hands along my body, taking my shirt with him as he goes. Wes pulls my hands back into position once my shirt is off.
“Hold your hands behind your back,” he commands.
Relinquishing his hold on my hands, he unclasps my bra. Reflexively, I move my arms to take my bra off fully, when I feel a smack against my ass. Gasping, I jump from the impact. Kyle grabs my arms again and leans into me.
“I said hold your hands behind your back,” Wes growls.
“O-Okay,” I tell him.
“Keep them there or you get another one,” he tells me. “Unless you use your safeword.”
I tense up at first at the threat of another spank, but when he reminds me of the safeword, I relax. Knowing he’s in control of me, but I’m ultimately in control of him, is a heady feeling and reminds me I’m safe. Wes takes his time taking my bra off. When he can’t lower it any further, he moves my arms for me to allow the garment to come fully off my body.
“I’m going to get the tape,” Wes says.
Kyle sweeps me into his arms and deposits me on the bed. Sitting there, shocked, I stare at him wide-eyed. He looks back, a bit concerned.
“You okay?” He asks.
“Yeah. I’m just surprised you can lift me,” I confess.
He grins. “I would lift you and carry you all the time if you’d let me.”
A ripping noise catches my attention and I look over to see Wes holding a strip of red tape. It’s thinner than duct tape and reminds me of electrical tape.
“Hold her hands up above her head,” Wes instructs Kyle.
Kyle grabs my hands and places them above my head, palms together. I feel a slightly sticky light plastic on my wrists as Wes wraps it around my wrists and up my forearms slightly. It doesn’t feel like typical tape, but I can’t get out of it either.
“It sticks to itself,” Wes explains, seeing my confusion. “That way there’s no sticky residue.”
Kyle holds up a pair of safety scissors to show me. “Just in case,” he explains.
“Do you remember your safeword?” Wes asks as I hear a snap of a bottle opening.
“Yes,” I tell him.
“What is it?”
“Red.”
“Good girl,” Wes purrs and starts playing my clit with his fingers.
Hearing the praise makes me even wetter and his fingers move easily through my folds and my hips buck into the air, chasing his touch. I can feel my muscles tensing up, ready to release at any moment. Just a little more pressure and I’m going to detonate and come all over his hand. Without warning, he pulls away, causing me to whimper.
“Don’t worry, we’re not nearly done,” he says to me and sucks my juices off his fingers.
The bed dips and I turn my head to the side to see Kyle on his knees, his head down by mine and his ass in the air. He leans over to capture my mouth in his. A moment later and he groans with pleasure, so I break the kiss to look, my curiosity killing me.
Wes is situated between us, his hand behind Kyle’s ass, and it looks like he’s pushing something into Kyle. One more small movement and Kyle groans in pleasure and what seems like a little relief, before I see Wes’ muscles moving slightly as he moves something near Kyle’s ass.
“Ever been plugged, sweetheart?” Kyle asks.
My eyes are wide as I shake my head. I’ve heard of people using butt plugs, but I’ve never tried it before. I am a mix of interest and trepidation at the idea. Kyle’s eyes roll back in his head at something Wes is doing, and I bring my attention back to Wes.
“Do you want to try it?” Wes asks. “We have some small ones to start with.”
Biting my lip, I shake my head. “Maybe next time.”
“Of course, no pressure, precious,” Wes croons at me. “I think Kyle here might need some more attention, though. Can you wrap that beautiful mouth around his cock?”
I nod frantically, triggering Kyle to pull his body up and move to straddle my chest. He leans forward, positioning his hardness at my mouth, breathing hard. My mouth opens to lick the bead of precum that’s starting to drip down his length. Hissing in pleasure, his hips twitch to drive a little closer and I take the opportunity to bring him into my mouth fully.
As I lick Kyle’s cock, I feel Wes’ wet tongue on my pussy again. A moan of pleasure escapes my throat and Kyle lets out a strangled noise. Encouraged, I suck harder, bobbing my head as much as I can up and down. He thrusts with me, hitting the back of my throat a few times, and I’m grateful that I don’t have much of a gag reflex.
My muscles tense more as Wes attacks my pussy, licking and flicking at my clit. He pulls my labia into his mouth and rims my entrance with his tongue, lapping at anything he can reach with his mouth. I feel the pressure rising, my muscles tensing and nerve endings lighting up with pleasure.
I start to lose any rhythm I have as I suck on Kyle’s length, but he takes over no problem. Thrusting into my mouth, he watches my face to ensure I’m still doing okay, pleasure written all over his face despite his observant eyes. Wes gives a long hard suck directly on my clit and I explode, my body arching off the bed a little as I ride the waves of pleasure. Tingles run through my legs and Kyle’s cock stifles my screams. His thrusts stutter and he releases down my throat, filling my mouth with salty cum as fast as I can swallow.
“FUCK!” he exclaims as he collapses against the wall above me, keeping his weight off me.
Breathing hard, he pulls his hips back, releasing my mouth. My breaths come fast, small hums of pleasure escaping me as I come down from my high and the endorphins rush over me. Wes starts kissing his way up my body, placing his mouth on Kyle’s thighs as well as he moves up.
“Kyle’s right, you taste divine,” he whispers huskily.
“Mmmmm” is all I’m capable of responding.
Kyle moves off of me, and lays down next to me, caressing my face with the back of his fingers. The sound of foil ripping fills the room, and I look to see Wes rolling a condom down his rock-hard length.
“Not quite done with you, precious. I need to be inside you,” he says to me, positioning himself over me.
He glances up at me, the question in his eyes, but I keep my safeword to myself. Hearing nothing, he moves forward, easing his cock into me. It’s been so long since I’ve taken one in true pleasure that I’m almost overcome with euphoria.
“You feel so good,” I moan as he continues to push in.
“Fuck, you’re heaven,” he replies and sheaths himself to the hilt.
“Look at how good your pussy takes him, sweetheart, stretching so perfectly,” Kyle says, moving a hand to pinch at my nipples and roll them between his fingers.
Wes starts a steady rhythm, but I want more so I pull my feet up to cross them around his hips and pull him into me faster. My hips rise to meet him, chasing him to try to keep as close as I can.
“Need more?” he asks me, panting as he thrusts harder.
“Yes please!” I almost shout.
“You’ve been such a good girl and asked so nicely,” he says before pulling his body up and grabbing my hips.
At this angle, he’s deeper and my moans grow louder with the angle. His hips start to piston into me, fast and ruthless, chasing his pleasure and adding to mine. Kyle moves from my breasts down to my clit and he starts rubbing quick circles over it.
“Oh God!” I cry out, my body taught as a bowstring.
“Come for us, precious, give it to us,” Wes grits out.
There’s no stopping my orgasm as it crashes through me and I all but scream in pleasure. Wes thrusts through my spasming pussy and slams into me, holding himself against my pelvis as he comes. He throws his head back in pleasure, a low groan escaping him as he rides his own orgasm to completion.
“You are so perfect,” Kyle whispers. “Both of you.”
Pulling out, Wes gently removes his condom before tying it off and tossing it to the side. He lays down on my other side and pulls us all into a small cuddle pile. He sits up suddenly with a curse.
“Shit, your arms,” he says and unwind the tape.
It removes easily and I gratefully lower my arms, smiling at both of them. “Snuggle me for a few minutes. We can clean up after.”
“As you wish.” Wes winks at both of us.
We reposition our bodies together, Kyle spooning me, Wes facing me and his hand resting on Kyle’s hip. We all sigh in contentment and I can feel my heart swell. I’m not sure what I did to be so lucky, but I’m easily falling for these men and I’m not sure I want to stop it.