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She glanced at Matthew, who interpreted her wishes and bent to take Tristan’s cock in his mouth. While he took over, she hauled her chair closer and pulled on her arms until her binding loosened enough for her to duck her head. She licked Tristan’s balls, taking them between her perfect lips. Too damn much. Matt knew just how to bring him to the edge in an instant, and she was his accomplice, snaking her wicked tongue all the way down to his puckered hole.
“Fucking hell,” Tristan grated, his ass clenching as he fought his climax. “Christ, I can’t—”
The orgasm built faster than he could stop it. Matt sucked him into his throat, and Tristan started to come, his whole body jerking. At the last second, Matt transferred him back to Caity’s waiting mouth. He spilled himself there, spearing his fingers through her hair to keep her still as his hips pistoned with the force of his release.
“Think that counts as good,” she whispered after he’d had a moment to recover.
Then the little minx licked her lips and grinned.
Tristan rolled over onto his back on the rug, casting his arms wide. “I’m famished.”
“Me too.” Matt collapsed beside him, the firelight dancing over the beads of sweat on his skin. “What can we eat?” He chuckled, long and low. “Besides Cait.”
From Cait’s perch on her chair, she bunched her fists. It had been hours. Endless hours and they’d yet to let her come.
She’d been so thoroughly savored and sampled and damn near ravaged that her thighs were on fire with stubble burn, and she would’ve sworn she was actually chafed from their lips. Her poor clit throbbed from overattention.
That wasn’t all they’d done. They’d fucked her too. But not with their cocks. With their fingers. With their toys. She’d had several inside her tonight, and they’d only served to increase the painful pleasure. Even now, minutes after they’d decided to give her a respite, perspiration still slicked her skin and occasional tremors racked her body.
She’d moaned herself hoarse. Screamed until her throat ached. And still they hadn’t relented.
“When you untie me,” she said, her abused voice cracking, “you both better run. Fast.”
“Guess we won’t be untying you, then.” Tristan leaned up to nibble the back of her calf, and she whimpered, the sensation of his teeth sinking into her flesh eliciting a fresh rush of her juice.
She’d never be able to forget this night. Just looking at their mouths and remembering what they’d done with them would push her to the verge of a climax.
They’d explored every inch of her, so many times she figured her body was a morass of hickeys and bruises. Her lips were swollen and sore, her eyes grainy from bursts of fruitless tears.
But the best was when they explored each other. So far they’d only touched and kissed. No one had had sex yet tonight, but it didn’t matter. Watching them together increased her already overwhelming desire until she was pretty sure she’d had a couple of mini orgasms just from excess visual inspiration.
Two hot men, their bodies slick and straining in the firelight. Their cocks as hard as rods, willing to do anything to her and each other.
Oh my God, was there anything hotter?
If she went to her just reward before morning—and she just might at this rate—she would die with a smile on her lips and a reel of really naughty memories in her mind.
“You know what I like best about tonight?” Matt asked, his tone conversational as he slid his hand down Tristan’s toned stomach. Tristan had more muscles, but Matt’s ass was a thing of beauty, so it all worked out. “Listening to Caity almost come. Now all it takes is a swipe of our fingers or a jolt from our bag of tricks over there,” he grinned and jerked a thumb at the plastic bag of toys next to her chair, “and she’s seconds away from an orgasm. Almost hate to ruin it.”
Though she’d been glowering at Matt in the dark—they’d turned off the lights, leaving the fire and the small Christmas tree in the corner as the only illumination—now she perked up. Maybe her hours of torture were over.
“Me too. What can we do about that?”
“Hmm. Good question. Got any ideas?”
Thoughtfully, Tristan played with Matt’s stiffening cock. She’d seen them with their hands and their mouths on each other’s shafts so much tonight she should’ve been immune to it. But she wasn’t. Her nipples peaked again, and her drenched thighs dampened anew.
“Maybe we should fuck her.”
“Excellent plan,” she said, her fingers flexing.
They’d untied her a couple of times to rub her arms and back, but they’d always tied her up again. She’d grown used to the submissive pose now, so much so that when Matt rose and came over to her, her chin dropped to her chest in hopeful supplication.
“If you weren’t a virgin, we’d have done it hours ago.”
“Oh. Right. I’ve noticed your tender care.”
Tristan laughed and palmed his own cock, his thumb rubbing over the swollen head. “We know you’re nervous.”
