Pleasure Bound

“Very nice,” Zeke murmured.

Zeke began to unfasten the buttons of her shirt, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Ty grasped the fabric and drew it apart, then stroked her left breast while Zeke explored the right. Zeke ran his hand downward, past her waist and over the crotch of her jeans, then rubbed up and down over her heated mound. Ty hooked his hands around her arms, pinning them, as Zeke unfastened her belt, then unzipped her jeans. A moment later, his hand dove underneath her panties and he stroked between her folds. Oh man, she’d soaked her panties already.

Zeke stepped back and unzipped his jeans, then drew out his cock. Ty dismounted the bike and lifted Marie from the seat, then draped her over it, her stomach across the seat, her ass in the air. He held her arms behind her.

Zeke stepped toward her, his cock waving in her face. Red. Swollen. Hard. Ty drew her hair back from her face as Zeke bumped his cockhead against her mouth and she opened, then he pushed his cock inside. She wrapped her lips around him and licked.

Damn, she should be resisting, but she couldn’t find it in her. And Zeke certainly seemed to be happy. He glided forward, filling her with his cock, the shaft sliding along her lips.

As Zeke’s cock glided in and out of her mouth, and she sucked, Ty released her arms. She hooked her hands around the side of the seat to hold herself steady as Ty tugged off her slip-on shoes, then pulled off her jeans, dragging them from her legs and tossing them aside. His hands stroked over her naked ass, then he tucked his finger under the elastic of her thong and tugged, pulling the elastic tighter between her cheeks. The crotch pulled on her sensitive heated flesh. Ty ran his finger along the elastic, from her waist, between her cheeks, to the soaking wet crotch. When he stroked over her wet folds, only the thin silk between his fingers and her naked slit, she moaned. Zeke’s cock fell from her mouth, so he grasped it and put it back in.

She concentrated on sucking Zeke while Ty disappeared briefly, returning to press against the back of her thighs and … oh, his big cockhead nudged against her wet core. He pulled aside the scrap of fabric covering her crotch and pushed against her, then slipped inside her vagina. She squeezed him, as she sucked Zeke harder. Zeke moaned, then thrust slowly into her mouth. Ty pushed in deeper, slowly, stroking her ass. She opened her throat and tipped her head back, taking Zeke deeper. He pulsed in short strokes, his balls tightening.

Ty caught her hips and pushed deeper inside her, impaling her completely. She reached for Zeke’s balls and stroked them. They were tight and hard. Zeke groaned. Hot liquid pulsed into her mouth.

He drew out and stepped back, then watched as Ty drew back and thrust forward again. Back then forward … filling her with his awesome length. Zeke cupped her breasts as Ty thrust into her again and again. She moaned, then gripped Zeke’s arms as an orgasm flashed through her. Intense. Explosive. Ty thrust deep again, erupting inside her, sending her pleasure higher. Then he tweaked her clit. She wailed as she plunged into absolute ecstasy.

Finally, she flopped onto the bike, hanging over it like a rag doll.

“I think we wore her out,” Zeke said.

“Mmm. Too bad, because I had things I still wanted to do to her.”

She drew in a deep breath. “No, you mustn’t,” she murmured in mock horror.

Ty chuckled out loud. Zeke wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the bike again, facing her backward. She rested her left foot on the chrome exhaust pipe, but couldn’t find any purchase on the other side, so just let her right leg hang over the side. Zeke pulled her shirt off her arms, then quickly disposed of her bra. The cool air washed across her bare breasts and her nipples hardened into tight nubs.

Ty removed the handcuffs from his jeans and snapped them around her left wrist. The cold steel against her skin sent goose bumps racing along her arm.

Zeke held up a leather leash and smiled. “Don’t want to scratch the Harley.”

He coiled it around the handlebars as Ty pressed a hand on her chest, forcing her to lie back. Her behind settled comfortably against the rising slope of the contoured seat, which curved upward toward the back of the bike. He drew her hand behind her head and attached the other bracelet of the handcuff to one end of the leash.

Zeke retrieved his handcuffs from his discarded jeans and snapped a cuff onto her other wrist, then attached it to the other end of the leash. Now she lay sprawled across the top of the bike, her back arching upward with the curve of the gas tank. She rested her head on the handlebars, ignoring the gauges pressed against her upper back and neck.

Zeke picked up his jeans and rolled them loosely then slid his hand under her neck and eased her forward, then laid his jeans over the gauges as an impromptu cushion. When she leaned back, it felt much more comfortable.

Ty tucked his fingers under the waistband of her thong and drew it down her legs and off. She stretched her right leg the length of the bike and set her left foot back down on the exhaust pipe.

Naked and sprawled across the top of Zeke’s motorcycle, her wrists handcuffed to the handlebars. This was getting interesting. What would they do now?

“I feel like a beer. What about you?” Ty glanced toward Zeke.

“Yeah, great idea.”

They both turned around and walked away.

“Hey, you can’t just leave me here,” she cried.

Twenty-three

Marie’s jaw dropped as Ty and Zeke just chuckled and kept walking toward the cottage, then went inside.

She lay there, totally naked in the great outdoors. Vulnerable. A light breeze caressed her body, sending her nipples tightening even harder.

This place was pretty isolated. The brochure assured visitors that they could play freely outside with no worry about passersby.

She flopped her head back and stared at the tree above her, the leaves rustling in the breeze. The sun neared the horizon, staining the clouds a rich orange, laced wit