Tri-Tip (Grade-A Beefcakes 3)

“Or we’ll plug your ass,” Kemp added.

“Or tie you to the bed and deny you orgasms,” Gus finished.

All of that made me squirm. I’d been spanked before, even did some butt stuff. Orgasm denial sounded miserable though, because I’d been living that all day long. I was sure they could make me come so hard, but my pussy clenched in response nonetheless. My brain might be thinking one thing, but the rest of me was right there with these guys. This was play. While they were in charge, I was the one with all the say.

I’d wanted them to get me out of my head, so I had to make my brain shut the fuck up. Spanked, plugged, deliciously tortured. It made me melt. It made me wet. It made me say, “Yes, sir.”

“Oh fuck,” Kemp whispered, then wrapped an arm about my waist and gently pulled me into him so his front was to my back. I felt every hard, hot inch of him. And by that, I meant not only his chest and sturdy thighs, but the long, thick feel of his dick pressing into my ass. He kissed the side of my neck and my eyes fell closed. “How are you so perfect?”

I smiled. “Far from it. You don’t really know me.”

“I know this spot right here tastes like hot sugar.” He licked my neck then gave it a gentle grazing with his teeth. Gentle, but with a hint of bite. Literally. Goose bumps rose on my skin and I whimpered.

His hand spanned my entire belly, the tips of his fingers brushed the underside of my breasts. It showed how big Kemp was, because I wasn’t a small woman.

“I bet the rest of you tastes just as sweet,” he continued. “Especially that sticky honey between your thighs.”

Kemp was a dirty talker, which also made him a panty-ruiner because I was soaked.

“I remember,” Gus said. “Like candy.”

Kemp groaned and I felt the rumble at my back.

“We want to know all about you,” Gus continued. “In bed and out.”

His thumb settled on my lower lip and I opened my eyes. I looked to him, saw the dark gaze I remembered. I parted my lips and the tip slipped in. I sucked on his thumb, swirled my tongue around. Watched his jaw clench, his eyes turn black from the need. I’d sucked his dick a long time ago. I hadn’t been very good at it, more eagerness than skill, but I remembered. How big he’d been in my mouth, how much I’d had to open my mouth to get him to fit. His taste, the hot, velvety yet hard feel against my tongue.

And it seemed he remembered, too.

“If you keep doing that, we won’t make it to a bed this first time,” Kemp offered, taking my hand and placing it over the front of his pants so I couldn’t miss how hard he was. And big. So big, he may have been right when he said Gus was the smallest.

He was ready. Right now. My nerves were gone. Wiped away along with most of my thoughts. Kemp’s mouth on my neck. Gus’s thumb in my mouth. Poe was around here somewhere.

“We’re going to have to be very careful with you, pixie,” Gus murmured. “We’re the ones in charge and yet you’re going to bring me to my knees with just that hot mouth of yours.”

He pulled his thumb free and stepped back. Kemp’s arm about me tightened, held me against him, a reminder I’d handed over my power. Gus eyed me.

“Ready, Parker?” Kemp asked. I couldn’t see his face, but the deep timbre of his voice was laced with blatant need.

I nodded, my head bumping his shoulder.

“We need to hear it,” Gus added.

I swallowed. This was it, the verbal consent they wanted to play and play wild.

“Yes.”

Kemp turned me to face him, then arched a pale brow. “Yes, what?”

I shivered. “Yes, sir.”

He smiled, all dark and full of heat. Promise.

7

GUS

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