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Authors: Delilah Devlin
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and crawled atop the mattress.
“Peaches here thought she could play with my ass and suffer no consequences.”
Cam’s eyebrows shot up. His mouth twitched. “You don’t say.”
Stormy aimed a glare at Joe. “You didn’t exactly object.”
Cam tsked. “Peaches, Peaches. Don’t you know a hetero man’s ass is forbidden territory?”
“And a hetero girl’s isn’t?”
“Hear that?” Joe said, fighting a smile. “She’s sassin’ you.”
Cam studied her for a moment and then flicked his gaze to Joe. “Still have that little deer-hide number?”
Joe grinned. “Bottom drawer of my dresser.”
Cam scooted off the bed and went to the drawer. A moment later, he chuckled, holding up a flogger, bindings and a blindfold.
Stormy turned her head toward Joe. “Oh no,” she said, beginning to scoot backward toward the edge of the bed.
Joe snagged her wrist and then lifted his hand.
Cam threw him the bindings, which he wrapped around one of her wrists, closing one with a Velcro strip. Then he pulled her toward him until he could reach her other arm. After he had both hands bound, he pulled her close, giving her a hard kiss on the mouth. “This is gonna be fun.”
Stormy felt the bed dip behind her. Black fabric lowered in front of her face and she tossed her head, but Cam was quick and firm, cutting off her view of Joe’s smirk and tying the blindfold behind her head. With her hands bound in front of her and unable to see, she shivered, knowing both men were eyeing her body and trying to decide what they’d do next.
Not that they said a word. Must have used hand signals, a thought that maddened her, because she wondered whether they’d practiced this with some other lucky girl. Jealousy flared. But so did her arousal. Her nipples tightened, puckering, growing so sensitive even the movement of the air teased.
The bed shifted, rocking her on her knees. Behind her, in front of her.
A hand gripped the bindings at her wrists and pulled her down until her breasts were mashed against the bed and her ass was in the air.
A swish was her only warning and the first lash of soft leather flanges stroked her bottom. The right side. Then the left. Then back to the right. Still they were softer than Joe’s hand had been, so she relaxed, setting her forehead against the covers.
The next lashes were light but stroked the backs of her thighs, then moved upward again. Another stroke, this one sharper, hit her right buttock. Her head came up. “That stung.”
“Want me to stop?”
Cam’s voice. Thick and rumbling. Oh fuck. Moisture trickled down one thigh. Another swat, and she gasped but kept silent. Left side. Right side. Her skin was hot, getting hotter. Her stomach trembled.
“Inch apart your legs,” Joe whispered beside her ear.
Good Lord, when had he moved?
But she did as he asked, inching apart her legs, drawing in a sharp breath because her inner folds opened and cool air wafted against her sex.
A hand smoothed beneath her, gliding over her lower belly, fingers curving and slipping inside her. Another lash struck her ass, and she clenched tightly around the fingers filling her.
“She’s into it,” Joe said. “Damn, girl, you’re fuckin’ wet.”
Stormy gave a little mewl but otherwise kept silent. She was so excited she knew Joe had to feel every jump of her skin, every shiver.
Again and again, Cam peppered her ass with sharper strokes while Joe swirled his fingers inside her. Arousal wound tighter and tighter. She shifted her knees, widening them, hoping for a stroke right over her pussy. She rubbed her breasts against the coverlet and jerked with each stroke, on fire, more and more moisture gathering where Joe played.
And then the lashes stopped. The bed shifted behind her. Lips kissed her bottom; a tongue traced the long hot lines Cam had left on her skin and then dipped between her buttocks. Too shocked to do more than grunt, she held still as thumbs parted her buttocks and a tongue
“Peaches here thought she could play with my ass and suffer no consequences.”
Cam’s eyebrows shot up. His mouth twitched. “You don’t say.”
Stormy aimed a glare at Joe. “You didn’t exactly object.”
Cam tsked. “Peaches, Peaches. Don’t you know a hetero man’s ass is forbidden territory?”
“And a hetero girl’s isn’t?”
“Hear that?” Joe said, fighting a smile. “She’s sassin’ you.”
Cam studied her for a moment and then flicked his gaze to Joe. “Still have that little deer-hide number?”
Joe grinned. “Bottom drawer of my dresser.”
Cam scooted off the bed and went to the drawer. A moment later, he chuckled, holding up a flogger, bindings and a blindfold.
Stormy turned her head toward Joe. “Oh no,” she said, beginning to scoot backward toward the edge of the bed.
Joe snagged her wrist and then lifted his hand.
Cam threw him the bindings, which he wrapped around one of her wrists, closing one with a Velcro strip. Then he pulled her toward him until he could reach her other arm. After he had both hands bound, he pulled her close, giving her a hard kiss on the mouth. “This is gonna be fun.”
Stormy felt the bed dip behind her. Black fabric lowered in front of her face and she tossed her head, but Cam was quick and firm, cutting off her view of Joe’s smirk and tying the blindfold behind her head. With her hands bound in front of her and unable to see, she shivered, knowing both men were eyeing her body and trying to decide what they’d do next.
Not that they said a word. Must have used hand signals, a thought that maddened her, because she wondered whether they’d practiced this with some other lucky girl. Jealousy flared. But so did her arousal. Her nipples tightened, puckering, growing so sensitive even the movement of the air teased.
The bed shifted, rocking her on her knees. Behind her, in front of her.
A hand gripped the bindings at her wrists and pulled her down until her breasts were mashed against the bed and her ass was in the air.
A swish was her only warning and the first lash of soft leather flanges stroked her bottom. The right side. Then the left. Then back to the right. Still they were softer than Joe’s hand had been, so she relaxed, setting her forehead against the covers.
The next lashes were light but stroked the backs of her thighs, then moved upward again. Another stroke, this one sharper, hit her right buttock. Her head came up. “That stung.”
“Want me to stop?”
Cam’s voice. Thick and rumbling. Oh fuck. Moisture trickled down one thigh. Another swat, and she gasped but kept silent. Left side. Right side. Her skin was hot, getting hotter. Her stomach trembled.
“Inch apart your legs,” Joe whispered beside her ear.
Good Lord, when had he moved?
But she did as he asked, inching apart her legs, drawing in a sharp breath because her inner folds opened and cool air wafted against her sex.
A hand smoothed beneath her, gliding over her lower belly, fingers curving and slipping inside her. Another lash struck her ass, and she clenched tightly around the fingers filling her.
“She’s into it,” Joe said. “Damn, girl, you’re fuckin’ wet.”
Stormy gave a little mewl but otherwise kept silent. She was so excited she knew Joe had to feel every jump of her skin, every shiver.
Again and again, Cam peppered her ass with sharper strokes while Joe swirled his fingers inside her. Arousal wound tighter and tighter. She shifted her knees, widening them, hoping for a stroke right over her pussy. She rubbed her breasts against the coverlet and jerked with each stroke, on fire, more and more moisture gathering where Joe played.
And then the lashes stopped. The bed shifted behind her. Lips kissed her bottom; a tongue traced the long hot lines Cam had left on her skin and then dipped between her buttocks. Too shocked to do more than grunt, she held still as thumbs parted her buttocks and a tongue
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