Chapter 34
The sound of leather creaking as Sinclair tightened the strap at my ankle filled the quiet room. “Is that too tight?”
I shook my head, biting my lip at the anticipation filling my body.
“Is your blindfold in place?”
I nodded.
His lips appeared at my ear, the brush of breath over my skin making me tremble. “Have a good time, Princess. See you when it’s my turn.”
The sound of his quiet footsteps filled the space as he moved across the floor, the door closing behind him.
Holy hell, what had I gotten myself into?
When the boys had suggested taking me one at a time while I was blindfolded and strapped like a starfish to the bed, my core had pulsed at the thought. Now that I was here, my senses were in overdrive, everything suddenly erotic.
The tight pull of the leather straps at my wrists and ankles. The brush of the sheets against my pliant body. The utter darkness thanks to the blindfold, which only heightened my other senses of sound and touch.
I wanted this so badly.
The door opened with the slightest creak as the first person came into the room. I had no idea who it might be; they hadn’t shared the order with me.
I just knew I was in for a world of pleasure at the hands—and mouths—of each of them.
Lips landed on my bare shoulder, making me jump, a quiet chuckle sounding against my skin. The lips moved up the throat in delicious sucking movements, tongue lapping at me the entire way.
When the mouth moved over my lips, that tongue tangling with mine, I knew immediately whose kiss that was.
“Presley.”
He smiled against my mouth.
“You look so hot laid out like this, Sass. I’ve never been this hard, and it’s just from the sight of you.”
My hips rolled at his words, desperate for him between my legs. My nipples peaked, his fingers rolling circles over them as he kissed me.
“I want you,” I breathed, my hips rolling again.
“I want to watch you come undone,” Pres murmured against my mouth.
He pulled away from me, and I whimpered as he moved around the room.
Was he naked? Was that perfect athlete’s body of his—the one that made me wet just looking at him—on display right now and I couldn’t even see it?
If I could reach the blindfold, I’d rip it off and take him in, but my hands were firmly shackled.
The bed dipped down the end, Pres climbing between my legs. His finger slid along my seam, making me squirm, then dipped inside me.
“Pres,” I breathed, desperate for him.
“Sass…”
I swallowed as he slid his one solitary finger in and out of me, painfully, achingly slowly.
“What are you going to do to me?”
He moved, the mattress dipping again under the weight of him. He pressed a chaste yet teasing kiss to the apex of my public bone.
“I told you. I’m going to watch you come apart on my fingers.”
He upped his pace, his finger thrusting in and out of me. Then he added another, stretching me wider. His body moved from where he knelt above me.
“Are you touching yourself?”
The thought of him fisting his gorgeous cock made my hips rock against his fingers.
His voice was strained. “Yeah, Sass, I’m jerking my cock at the sight of you so hot and desperate for me, your greedy pussy clenching around my fingers.”
A soft moan escaped me, and I writhed under the perfect onslaught of his fingers. His thumb pressed against my clit and I jolted.
“Presley!”
He groaned at the sound of his name falling from my lips, his thumb circling my hot, needy bud. “I want to hear it when you come, Sass. Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want it. I w-want…”
Shudders wracked my body as my pleasure crested high, then crashed through me. My hips bucked, Presley’s fingers hitting so deep I could barely breathe. My pussy clenched around him.
“Fuck,” he said at the surprise.
He moved, the mattress shifting between my legs, then ropes of hot seed spilled across my lower stomach.
“You’ve never looked better than you do right now. Strung up and covered in cum.”
He leaned down, capturing my mouth with a searing kiss, and then he was gone.
I lay there, spent and stunned on the bed, my body still reeling from what Presley had just given me.
The door opened and closed again, footsteps on the carpet stopping beside me on the left side of the bed.
“Turn that gorgeous head this way and open up,” a voice commanded.
Dacre.
I twisted my head to the left, opening my mouth as ordered. Dacre’s thick cock slid into my mouth, and I closed my lips around it.
“Such a good girl,” Dacre said on a half-sigh, half-groan.
I pictured him tipping his head back with his eyes closed, the way he so often did when his cock was in my mouth.
“Fuck, Bambi, there’s no other place I ever want to be other than buried in that warm, wet, perfect fucking mouth of yours.”
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, and his shaft steeled against my tongue.
I loved the power I felt. Even blindfolded and tied down, I could still make this strong, impressive man weak for me.
“So fucking good, baby.”
I moaned around him at the affection. I loved it when any of them called me baby. It made me melt.
His fingers tangled in my hair, tightening against my scalp as he pitched his hips in and out of my mouth, making me choke around his thick shaft.
“I’m going to come so fucking hard, Bambi. You’re so damn good at sucking my cock.”
Just as fast as he’d said the words, he pulled from my mouth and I whimpered. Then his seed spilled across my chest, painting my skin.
God, this was so hot. Presley covering my stomach, now Dacre spilling across my chest. I was filthy, covered in both of them.
“So beautiful.” Dacre’s finger moved around my nipple, spreading himself there.
My nipples peaked at the touch, my body writhing against his teasing.
“It’s time I took care of you…”
The words hung there as his hands disappeared from my body. I wanted to cry out in frustration. I wanted him touching me. The need was making me all kinds of crazy.
The mattress shifted at the end of the bed. “So demanding,” Dacre said with a chuckle, then his tongue slid between my folds, making me gasp.
“Dacre…” His name came out as a moan.
He didn’t speak, just went to town on my clit, tongue sliding over me and making my hips rock against his face. Pleasure twisted my insides, my core alight.
“Please, Dacre…” I begged, my body sensitive from the orgasm Presley had already given me.
Dacre slid all the way down my center to slide his tongue inside me. Then back up to suck on my clit.
My shoulders lifted off the bed as far as my restraints would let me, which wasn’t very far, and my second orgasm of the night crashed over me.
Dacre’s smug chuckle filled the room as I panted through my come down. He crawled over me, capturing my mouth with his, kissing me thoroughly.
“See you soon, Bambi.”
He shifted off the bed, the sound of the door opening and closing filling the room. I lay there, my body half limp with two orgasms. If I were sane, I’d be questioning my life choices right about now. But I wasn’t sane, and I was loving this.
The door opened and closed again, footsteps sounding across the carpet.
Sinclair or Boston?
There was a slight groan when he took in the sight of me, still strung up like a starfish, blindfold on, my chest and stomach covered in seed.
The mattress shifted under the weight of someone at the end of the bed, another grunt of approval at whatever they were seeing.
“Look at this pussy, so perfectly pink and swollen. So ready for me,” Boston’s low voice growled. My core clenched at the sound.
He kneeled between my legs, big fingers reaching out to swirl the cum on my chest over my peaked nipple. I sucked in a breath at the surprise contact, my back arching into his touch.
He added his other hand, swirling the mess around my other nipple and I let out a small moan.
“So hot seeing you desperate and panting for more, even when you’re already covered.”
He trailed his fingers down my body through the seed of Presley and Dacre, using it as lubricant to swirl around my clit. I wanted to snap my legs shut at the onslaught of pleasure spiking through me, but the leather straps groaned against me, holding me in place.
“This is going to be hard, and fast, and rough for you,” Boston said, his fingers moving slowly, at complete odds with his words. “Tell me if you don’t want that.”
“I want it,” I said instantly. “I want it now. Please.”
“You begging makes me hard as steel, baby.”
The weight on the bed shifted, and a zipper dropping filled my ears. Before I can take a breath, Boston was on the bed, slamming into me hard, just like he’d promised, filling me until he was just about rearranging my organs.
I cried out, my back arching as far as the restraints would let me. He pulled out, then thrust into me again and again, rougher each time, and I moaned over and over.
His hand came up to snake around my throat, squeezing with every thrust.
He quickened his pace, pleasure blinding me as he slammed and squeezed. I went to moan, but the tightening of his fingers cut off the sound.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. You make it so good, Firecracker.”
He growled long and low.
“You better come right now, because I’m going to fill this perfect pussy whether you’re ready for it or not.”
My body obeyed instantly, an orgasm bursting out of me the moment his hand tightened around my throat again. I tried to scream but didn’t have the air for it, as Boston runted into me so hard over and over and over, the restraints biting into my wrists and ankles.
I loved the pain and the pleasure and the breathless ecstasy all combining for one hell of an orgasm.
“Fuck,” Boston said, sliding out of me and taking my face in his large hand. “Fuck, did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, an exhausted yet satisfied laugh bubbling out of me. “No, you definitely didn’t hurt me.” I blew out a long breath. “That was incredible.”
His mouth dropped to my shoulder. “You were made for me, baby.”
I swooned at his use of the nickname and the tender way he stroked my cheek.
“You were made for me too.”