Page 117 of Off the Rails

A whimper escaped my lips, enough to activate whatever Nash was keeping at bay. “I think we should check.”

“There’s nothing there!” I squealed as Nash grabbed my ankles and forcefully pulled me closer. My back fell into the mattress. Thrashing was useless under Nash’s stern grip.

“Better to know for sure.” Blade laughed as she grabbed the cotton sweats and pulled them down. In a swift motion, she undid the knots and wraps of rope around her palm and tossed the cable to the head of the bed.

“Assholes!” I tried to sound serious through my laughter as I felt the cool air of Blade’s room hit my legs.

Blade’s fingers traced down from my hips to my thighs before traveling back up the inside of my leg toward my pussy. It was already throbbing, betraying any hope I had at pretending I didn’t love the way these two grabbed me.

From the end of the bed, Nash watched with her jaw tensed.

“Can I…” The question almost slipped from my lips before I could stop myself.

“What is it, Trinket?” Blade hissed as her fingers teased my hard clit.

“Is it okay for me to have both of you?” Biting my lip, I felt my hips bucking against Blade’s hands.

A roar of laughter came from Blade and Nash. It was Nash whose deep, gravelly voice filled the air. “We love to play at the same time, Sweet Lamb.”

Before I could investigate it further, Blade’s fingers were slipping inside my soaked pussy.

“Oh, fuck.” I groaned.

“She’s so eager, Nash.” Blade thrusted her fingers in and out of me a few times before pulling them out and spreading them apart for Nash to see.

Lifting my gaze, I watched as strands of my pleasure webbed her fingers.

As much as I enjoyed seeing it, I felt an ache between my legs. I needed more.

Nash wanted her turn now, placing her knee on my thrashing legs and pressing two fingers deep inside me. “Goddamn, Tess.” Her head dropped as she felt my slickness.

Reaching between her legs, Blade pulled the long strap from her boxers. “I won’t leave you begging for my dick this time, Trinket.”

It was big, long and with a few finger girth. There were men who would’ve prayed for a cock so beautiful.

Blade used her pleasure-soaked hand to stroke the strap, wetting it. Catching my eyes on her as I enjoyed Nash’s fingers, Blade smirked. “You like watching me stroke it?”

I nodded.

“Say it.” Nash hissed, her head lowering to my head.

“I like watching Blade.”

“Do what?” Nash’s voice was becoming pure command.

“I like watching Blade stroke her dick.”

“Very good, Sweet Lamb.”

From her nightstand, Blade grabbed a long, silver vibrator and placed it in her boxers. A part of me wished she had grabbed the ropes, desperate to see what they were used for. She groaned as a low rumble began.

The sound of her brought back memories — of our first Fright Night, of that night after her shower. And another gasp ripped from my chest as Nash explored the depths of my center.

She caught my gaze on the cables. “Oh, Trinket wants new toys. We’ll save that for Fright Night. You can’t handle it, not yet.”

Nash pulled her fingers from inside me, letting her hand go to Blade’s strap and rubbing my excitement on her shaft. With each stroke, Blade moaned deeper as the base of her dildo pressed into her clit.

Bringing her fingers to my face, Nash’s gray eyes stared deep into mine. “Have a taste of yourself, Sweet Lamb.”