Unwrapped

Her head fell back toward his shoulder. “It’s also really possible that I’m going to come.”

He snagged two handfuls of her hair and lightly pulled. Just as he’d expected, she mewled like a hungry kitten. “Enough, Matt.”

“What? Why?” she asked.

“You’ll come when we say and not before.”

Her wounded expression made him laugh in spite of himself. “Want the blindfold back?”

“I have a gag too,” Matthew offered, giving her one last thorough lick that made her belly ripple. “Maybe we should just tie her to the bed, blindfold, and gag her. Stick one of those vibrators I bought inside her on low, so she’d never be able to climax. How do you like that idea, Cait?”

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She pursed her glossy pink lips. “I hate you right now.”

“Good. Then we’re doing our job.” Matt lifted her foot from his shoulder, but he didn’t get up right away. “Think we should tie her legs open, Tris. I like looking at her like this.” He flicked his fingers through the curls on her mound, and she arched, drawing the rope tighter. “Would you like us to shave you?” He traced her folds with the edge of his finger. “You’d come every time we kissed these sweet lips.”

“You guys don’t want me. You want a blow-up doll you can tease and taunt.”

“Doesn’t sound like she’s adapting well to being submissive. Guess we’ll have to do what you suggested.” Tristan bent to untie her wrists, but she shook her head.

“Don’t do it. Please. I’ll go crazy.” The urgency in her voice would’ve made him laugh if he hadn’t caught a whiff of her arousal.

The tang of it curled in his groin, and his balls tightened in warning. He had to get his pants off or he’d be the one going crazy.

“Keep eating her,” he decided, shedding his boots, socks, and pants with the minimum amount of movement. His cock sprang free, hard and ready with a fat drop of precum on the crown. “We’ll switch in a minute.” Then to Caity, he murmured, “You’re going to suck my cock. If you do a good job, we won’t tie you to the bed. Yet.”

Caity swallowed as she eyed his erection. “What counts as good?”

“Depends.” He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip, already imagining his shaft sliding over her pliant flesh. “Do you spit or swallow?”

“Sort of both.”

From between her thighs, Matt laughed. He’d gone back to running his tongue along her seam, but slowly, with only the slightest pressure. “Only you, Caity,” he said, stroking his long, hard cock.

Tristan stared down into her eyes as he dragged the head of his dick along her cheek, branding her with his moisture and scent. He didn’t speak until he saw what he needed to in her eyes—her total consent. She wanted to be mastered like this. He hoped to God only by them, but right now he’d take what he could get.

And right now he was about to get her mouth.

“You’re going to swallow. Every drop. Do you understand?”

She answered, but not with words. Still maintaining eye contact, she leaned forward and darted her tongue along the head of his cock. She did it again and again until Tristan seized hold of her hair and slid inside her beckoning heat, just enough to make her slumberous eyes widen. No matter what game they were playing, he didn’t want to hurt her. But she only opened her mouth farther, her teeth torturously scraping his erect length before she took more of him inside.

“Shit, that’s hot,” Matt murmured, rising. He ran his hand up her belly to her breasts, his dexterous fingers manipulating her nipples until she squirmed. The sensation made her throat undulate like a satin glove, and Tristan groaned, helpless against the need to drive deeper. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, something in the depths of her devilish blue eyes made him think she was scheming.

She drew back, almost releasing his shaft before her lips sealed around the head. Her tongue rolled over him, and then, without warning, she let him fall free from her mouth.

“You’re not done,” he said, gasping for breath.

Ignoring Tristan, she turned her head toward Matt, parting her lips in invitation. Matt accepted greedily, cupping her jaw as their mouths clashed and grappled. Tristan let out a low groan when their tongues flicked against each other, lapping and sucking.

Tristan worked his cock, the intensity in his balls impossible to ignore. She’d done that intentionally. Hell, she’d all but let Matt lick her tongue clean.

Then she returned to encircle his length, her damp lips swollen from Matt’s kisses. She enveloped Tristan’s erection in a slick openmouthed kiss, riding up and down his engorged dick with practiced skill. Matthew’s gaze drew his attention, and he looked over at his friend, leaning in as Matt did the same. As their faces neared, Tristan felt Caity’s mouth tense around him. He reached up and fisted Matt’s hair, dragging their mouths together.

Caity moaned, and the sound vibrated straight through to his spine. By then Matt’s tongue was in his mouth. Tristan could taste Caity on him, could smell her on his breath. The combination unleashed a furious longing unlike any he’d ever known.

He reached between them and grabbed Matt’s cock, stroking it hard while Caity did the same to his hard-on with her tongue. She jerked her thighs open as if she ached to be filled. But she still had enough control to draw back again, Tristan’s glistening length gleaming from her efforts.