Under My Skin (Skin Deep #2)

I got my answer when fingers traced down my arms, pulling my hands together and clasping them in front of my body before something silky began winding around my wrists, effectively binding them together tightly. Dark desire, shot with a fine edge of trepidation, curled low in my belly and I felt the soft flesh between my thighs grow even wetter than it had been, wetter than I think I’d ever been before. I jumped slightly when a hand touched the inside of my thigh lightly, moving upward. I could feel my cheeks heat as I felt trails of wetness beneath the hand stroking me.

“Mmmm…” I heard Jackson say in a low voice. “Dripping wet, baby. So wet it’s running down your thighs…” he broke off on a groan when I hissed as his fingers brushed against the swollen, heated folds nestled at the juncture of my thighs, my hips jerking forward instinctively, seeking out his touch.

I let out a small squeak when a hand roughly slapped me on my ass and Brandon growled, “No.”

I could feel my muscles tighten and a shudder wracked my body at the tone of his voice. He sounded dangerous and wild and I wanted to see him like that, because he was showing me a side that he had hinted at but never shown. I felt Jackson drop his hand from my leg and then a hand slowly slid up my chest, between my breasts, and closed gently around my throat. I felt my breath coming even faster and swallowed against the slight pressure. I wasn’t scared; I trusted them beyond anything or anyone, and I knew they’d never hurt me. At least not in a bad way…

Hot breath tickled my ear and Jackson’s voice whispered deeply, “We’re gonna take you higher than you’ve ever been, baby.” In the silence that followed, I vaguely registered the song changing and Gorilla by Bruno Mars began playing.

I gasped as the hand around my throat shifted and a thumb slid up over my jaw and pressed against my lips before sliding inside. I closed my lips around it and sucked hard, reveling in the harsh growl that burst forth from Jackson’s mouth which was still hovering by my ear.

In a heartbeat they were gone again but then I was being lifted and laid gently on the bed. I felt two pairs of hands maneuvering me until I was lying diagonally across the bottom corner of the bed. In that position, my head hung off the edge of the bed, and my legs hung off the other side so that I was supported by the mattress from shoulder to hip. It would have been uncomfortable if they’d let my legs dangle, but one of them held them up, spreading them widely and standing between them. I wrapped them around his waist, humming in appreciation when the hot, hard length of him nestled between the silky, wet lips of my sex.

When he thrust against me I gasped again, then moaned as the hot hardness of who I determined to be Brandon thrust between my lips, feeding the length of himself into my mouth deeply before pulling back immediately. I knew that he was afraid of overwhelming me or choking me and I struggled against the binding on my hands, wanting to pull him into me again. At this angle, I knew that I could take him all the way in, especially since I didn’t have much of a gag reflex.

I whimpered again before crying out. “Brandon, please!”

I heard him chuckle before he pressed himself against my lips. I opened wide, flattening my tongue along the length of him as he slid in, slowly filling my mouth until I could feel the tip of him in the back of my throat. I swallowed convulsively around him, breathing through my nose deeply in order to fight against what little gag reflex I did have. I felt him twitch in my mouth and then he was sliding back out, pulling free of my mouth with a pop. I heard him murmur something and I cried out again as he started sliding into my mouth once more as Jackson thrust himself to the hilt inside me.

They rode me, Jackson buried deep between my legs, Brandon deep in my mouth, maddeningly slow, keeping their thrusts in time with the music, pumping into me at the same time so that I was, in turn, filled so full and then left empty. Brandon had his hands fisted in my hair on either side of my head holding me still while he pulsed between my lips. Jackson pinched my nipples roughly, kneading my breasts with his hands while he thrust hot and heavy into the clenching tightness of me. I could hear myself whimpering and pleading with them to move faster because the pleasure was building and building, coursing through every inch of me but keeping me from falling over the edge.

When the song changed again and Weeknd’s Wicked Games began playing, they both pulled away from me. I shook my head in denial at them, pleading for them not to stop. I cursed the blindfold because I wanted to see them, see what they were going to do next, but at the same time, I loved not knowing. I loved the game of figuring out which one was doing what, loved that I knew the differences in their bodies.

They moved, a silent dance that I couldn’t see, shifting me around until I was braced on my knees, leaning forward on my forearms, hands still bound. More shifting and I felt weight settle between my wide-spread thighs before a tongue made a lazy sweep through my folds. Hands grasped my waist and pulled me up until I was sitting on a face, a tongue buried deep inside me, flicking and thrusting until I was grinding my hips down on that mouth, riding it with everything I had. I could feel my orgasm rushing up and flung myself headlong into it.

I screamed in frustration as I was denied my release once more, those hands lifting me and that tongue ceasing it’s carnal dance along my most intimate flesh. I felt the bed dip in front of me and hands roughly grabbed me before a mouth crashed down on mine, thrusting a tongue between my lips and tangling with mine. I moaned as the scent and taste of Brandon swept me along, filling all my senses as he ate at my mouth, nipping, sucking, biting, and licking.

He pulled away from me on a groan and then I was shifted again, lost in the quick movements as they positioned me. I ended up straddling Jackson while Brandon trailed his fingers through the wetness still seeping down my thighs and slid them up to the puckered flesh between my ass cheeks. He slicked them over and over that tight ring of muscle, preparing me to take him. I lost myself to the pleasure screaming through me with every touch of their hands on my body, floating away as they both worked themselves into me, Jackson deep inside my sex while Brandon buried himself in the tightness of my ass.

They made love to me…fucked me…rode me…destroyed me until I was shuddering and gasping with the overwhelming ecstasy crashing over me as they brought me screaming again and again and again before they finally let themselves go, jerking and swearing as they each came, spurting uncontrollably inside me as I spasmed around them once more.

I felt like I was floating as I collapsed, boneless and breathless, and let the darkness claim me just as Knockin’ da boots by H-Town began playing.

Chapter 12

“Okay. Now, this is the Turtle Tool. Yes, it looks like a weird microphone or back massager, but let me tell ya-turn this baby on and touch it to your tiny little soldier and Bam! One orgasm, coming right up! Or more…but that’s all up to you. It has multiple speeds so you set the pace, just a little buzz or a whole hornet’s nest, you decide.” I smiled brightly around the room at the hodge-podge group of women scattered in a semi-circle before me.

It’d actually been a few weeks since I’d done a party and I was finding it rather difficult to keep my mind on the task at hand, rather than that amazing night that I couldn’t stop thinking about. And don’t get me wrong, sex with the guys is always amazing but that night…wow. It’s been three days since they had knocked me out with the best sex of my life and I was still feeling it in my muscles. But, oh God, was it worth it. Even now, I had to fight back the smug smile that wanted to plaster itself over my face. Instead, I handed my Turtle Tool off to the first woman sitting beside where I was standing.