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Georgie lay naked on Cal’s large, ornate bed. Jason massaged her body with oil to relax her. The firm smooth strokes of his knowing hands over her body melted her flesh into a slow, simmering heat deep inside her sex. When she purred her contentment, he drew her legs apart, swabbed the back of one knee with cool fluid, then smeared her with some other lotion and curled over it with the tattoo gun. Cal kneeled in front of her, distracting her with deep kisses and more red wine.
The pain was a tracery of acute sensation beneath her skin. It soon brought about a rush of endorphins, and the pain mellowed out and became slow and strangely seductive. She laughed a little hysterically, the heady wine throwing it slightly out of her consciousness. Jason hummed, his breath warm against the skin of her thighs. Cal knelt facing her and plied his tongue into her mouth with fierce kisses, his arousal clearly growing as he watched her teeter on the thin boundary between pleasure and pain. She growled and wriggled; their joint attentions to her naked body were too delicious.
“Perhaps you aren’t trying hard enough to distract her.” Jason switched the gun off. He was suggesting something, more than something, lots of things.
Georgie looked back at him and then at Cal.
Cal’s mouth twisted in a deviant smile.
“Perhaps she needs more,” Jason added in a provocative tone.
Georgie was hot -- hot, and ready for action.
Jason put the machine down, and she felt his mouth dive straight into her sex from behind, his enquiring tongue firing off a jet of heat and longing through her pelvis, her legs automatically opening wider. The wet tongue darted along her nerve endings. Georgie moaned, her hips swelling up from the bed to get more of those probing movements. His tongue was so exquisitely tutored in drawing out the pleasure in those sensitive folds of skin.
“Pure nectar.” He sank his face deeper against her, pressing her thighs open with his hands. Cal moved, and Georgie felt his hair brushing against her back as he leaned over her body to stroke her buttocks. Jason lifted his face, and Cal sank his fingers into the open channel. She was so ready for pleasure.
She heard Cal whisper, “Do it, now,” as he climbed over her body on the bed, his mouth following the line of her spine down between her buttocks and into the moist heat. Her hands trailed over the bed, fingers clutching at the material of the covers. She heard the buzz of the tattoo gun and felt the needle sink beneath her skin. Then the trace of Cal’s tongue down the crease of her bottom took her attention, followed by the plunge of his fingers inside her.
Her body was gushing, liquid beads of lust bursting free inside her and the pain becoming intricately entwined with the pleasure she was feeling. She was trapped, with no escape. The needle buzzed beneath the surface of her leg, and she fought against the fingers that moved inside her, as if beating them would beat the strange sensation.
Jason lifted the needle when she moved too much, and Cal’s fingers stilled. Need swept up through her body, expressing itself in low moans that led the hum of the jet of ink beneath her skin. She hovered on the tip of coming. It was driving her crazy, the climax perpetually on the edge of flooding, the pain always about to peak, and each exquisite torture forcing the abyss to last and last. Cal had his thumb angled inside the entrance to her sex, his fingers stroking rapidly on either side of her clit. He moved and brought his other hand into play, easing one digit into the pucker of her anus, drawing her every nerve ending into the experience. Georgie thought she would burst with the intensity of all the acute sensations invading her. Then suddenly it was there. The floodgates were opening, and she began to moan and tremble. It fled through her body, through her groin, and out to her nerve endings, arresting her movements and escaping in a sudden cry of anguish and a deep, long shudder.
She felt the cool air against her flesh. The needle had ceased to hum. She lifted her head to see Cal looking beyond her at Jason. The tattoo gun was hanging from his hand.
“Well done, but perhaps you should have tied her down ... if I was supposed to get the job done properly.” His tone was more than a little sarcastic. He was baiting Cal; she could see that. He was challenging him. And it worked.
“Think you could have done it better, huh?”
Jason dropped the gun when Cal sprang to his feet and skirted the bed. Georgie rolled onto her back on the far side of the bed in time to see Cal’s hand round Jason’s neck as he grabbed him.
“Have you guessed quite how much our Jason here loves sex, Georgie?” Cal turned toward her, his eyes dark and flashing.
Curiosity fired her blood, making her even hotter. “Oh, I’d guess he likes it a lot?” she ventured with a wild laugh.
Jason faced up to his mate.
“Oh, yes, he likes it a lot. He probably felt left out because it was you having the orgasm.”
And then they kissed, their tongues thrashing, Jason’s hand around the back of Cal’s head, holding him close as he shifted against him.
They looked so hot! Georgie watched from the edge of the bed as their tongues entwined. Still panting, she burned up with the sight of it. It was focusing the heat to that place inside her again, before it had even completely faded away. Her fingers went into the drenched, sensitive flesh of her sex, alternately stroking her clit and thrusting as she watched.
“I can taste her in your mouth,” Cal whispered, and there was an edge to his voice.
“And I can taste her in yours.”
Jason’s body looked taut with hunger. He reached down for Cal’s belt, but Cal grabbed his hand, pinning it back.
Georgie realized they were struggling to see who would have who. She felt a growl in her throat. The desire to see their bodies in this sort of intimate combat was overwhelming.
They stripped each other’s clothes off, their bodies flexing, lean, strong muscles flickering in the lamplight. Cal pulled his cock out first. It was rock hard, tight. Jason smiled a smile of catlike knowing, sat in front of Cal’s hips, and took Cal’s cock into his mouth, quickly moving over it.
“You see,” Cal said to Georgie, his teeth gritted with pleasure. “He wants it all.”
She eyed Cal’s erection while Jason’s mouth moved back and forth on it, wet now with saliva and thrusting up from his hips like a massive tree trunk rising from the earth. Her sex clenched. She was mesmerized.
