Page 35 of Cruel Games

“It’s only fair,” said Orlando. Maxwell remained silent, his gaze lingering on my breasts.

“Alright.”

I pushed myself off the wall, strolled up to them, and wrapped both hands around their thick erections. Both organs pulsed under my grip, and both boys let out appreciative hisses. My core spasmed, urging me to make use of one of those mighty dicks, but I told the little traitor to shut the fuck up.

Tilting my head up, I stared into Orlando’s burning, hazel eyes and into Maxwell’s eyes of molten silver. They both looked more than ready for action and much easier to manipulate.

“Here’s how I want it.” I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, reveling in delight when both sets of eyes tracked the movement. “Orlando, you lie on your back so that I can ride that gorgeous cock. When I’ve settled myself on top of you, Maxwell can slip it to me from behind.”

“Anal?” said Orlando.

“What’s that?” I asked for the benefit of the camera.

“You want it up the ass?” asked Maxwell.

My lips split into the widest grin, and I rewarded the boys by tightening my grip around their dicks. What lovely, homoerotic sound bites. “Front and back. Fast and furious. Are you two going to give me the pummeling of my life?”

“I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your name,” Maxwell growled.

“Come on.” Grabbing them both by the dicks, I positioned them at the edge of the bed. “Orlando, get on your back.”

As I let go of him, the boy practically did a backflip onto his mattress. Stretching out on the bed like a horny lion, he curled his fingers. “Get on my dick.”

“Easy, tiger. Let’s work up to it with a bit of slip and slide.” Every instinct told me to mount this stallion and ride him to the sunset, but the one at my back had his hands in my knickers and was trying to pull them off.

“I love the way you phrase things,” Maxwell nibbled my earlobe.

“A-alright.” It was a struggle to keep the scheme straight in my mind. “Bondage. Now.”

Orlando raised his head. “What do you mean?”

“You said we could try it out. I want the two of you chained to the bed like a pair of fuck-machines.”

I picked up the handcuffs hanging off Orlando’s leather jeans and straddled his hips. Grabbing Orlando’s left arm, I positioned it on the metal headboard. His head surged up, and his hot mouth encased my nipple.

Maxwell cupped my ass with his large, warm hand and ran the pad of his thumb along my soaking slit. “There’s enough lube there for both holes.”

“See what you two do to me,” I clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to let them both fuck me and deal with the consequences later.

While one of them sucked and tweaked my nipples, and the other got dangerously close to giving me a thumb-fucking I would never forget, I wrapped one end of the cuffs around Orlando’s wrist, making sure also to enclose it around the bed’s metal frame.

With Orlando secure, I grabbed Maxwell’s right wrist and positioned it within reach of the other end of the cuffs.

His entire body stiffened against my back. “What are you doing?”

“Setting up my fuck machines.” I twerked my ass against his hand. “Once you get started, you’re going to do me all night. No backing out, no escaping, and no getting soft.”

With a chuckle, Maxwell relaxed and let me secure him to the bed. I shook my head. Were boys my age so damn easy? I couldn’t see Sammy falling for something this transparent.

Pulling my chest away from Orlando’s mouth, I asked, “Where are the condoms?”

“Don’t worry about that.” Maxwell rubbed his hot, thick erection against my ass, smearing me with precum. “We can pull out in time, can’t we?”

“Relax.” Orlando kneaded my breast. “We’ll take care of you.”

“No sex without condoms. Where do you keep them?”

The boys let out identical, annoyed huffs. “Desk. Top drawer,” said Orlando. “But hurry back.”