Stunt Doubled: A Movie Star Standalone

I nodded, my mind filling with various scenarios, each one more depraved than the last.

“Say it,” Tanner demanded.

“I like to be tied up.”

“Too bad I left my rope and cuffs in my other pants,” Ford whispered in my ear. “But I bet if we slide your shirt down, it’ll pin your arms and give us access to those gorgeous breasts. They felt amazing before, but I bet they’ll taste even better.”

My breath caught in my throat.

“Is that what you want, Ronnie?” Tanner asked.

I nodded, and then realized that they were probably going to make me admit it out loud. “Yes.” My voice was breathless and needy.

They both grabbed my shirt on either side and pulled it down. It scraped across my breasts, flattening them before they popped free from the confinement. Just as Ford had promised, my shirt and bra were wrapped tightly around my elbows, pinning my arms to my sides.

Ford grasped my bare breast, lifting it, almost as if weighing it in his hand, but Tanner’s fingers went right to my nipple. “I felt how hard they were in the truck when you were squirming against me like a naughty girl,” he murmured in my ear. “Did you feel how hard I was?”

“Yes,” I breathed. Very, very much so.

“Too bad your arms are pinned. That means we get to touch you and you can’t touch us.”

“Yet,” Ford said. “That is, if you’re good.”

“I bet she tastes good,” Tanner said. The fact that his words were directed to Ford turned me on. Even though I was right here, he wasn’t speaking to me. He was speaking about me. That was the kind of thing that was annoying in everyday life but a hell of a turn-on in a situation like this.

“Let’s see,” Ford said, and his head dipped down. A wet tongue circled my hardened nipple and I threw my head back as I groaned. On the other side, Tanner took my nipple and the flesh around it into his mouth. The heat, the sensation, the strokes of his tongue drove me wild. I felt like I could almost come just from this. It was the combination of my legs spread, my arms pinned, and my nipples being ravished by two very sexy men.

Somehow, they got in sync, and they both latched on, swirling their tongues around my breasts. With one man, he could do that on one side and use his fingers on the other—which was nice, but nothing like this. This was more than double the pleasure. More like triple.

But the word triple made me think of having a third man here. It wasn’t because I was greedy, but Ford had planted the damn thought in my head. What if there were a third man here… reaching between my legs… stroking me… maybe even burying his head there. In my mind, the third man was anonymous. He didn’t have a face. He wasn’t someone I knew.

Or was he?

Perhaps someone used to working in sync with these two? Someone who completed their hot-as-hell male triad?

It wasn’t a thought I was ready to explore, and then a second later, I didn’t have to, because Tanner slid his hand up my inner thigh and my mind went blank. His long finger stroked my damp panties, and then he fisted them and pulled the gusset away from my slit. Cool air caressed my heated skin as Tanner pulled the fabric tight. It was almost painful, but in a good way, like how my arms were pinned by my shirt.

Then Ford’s finger was there, pressing against my bare skin. He sucked my breast harder, and it was like I could feel it in my clit. I wanted him to actually touch my clit, but he knew that and insisted on teasing me. They seemed to be able to tease in tandem.

I groaned as Ford stroked his finger up and down my slit. I squirmed, trying to position his finger where I needed it, and he chuckled, pulling his head off my breast. “She’s so damn wet, Tan. Think we should give her some relief?”

Tanner, too, came up for air. “Na. She’s not needy enough yet.”

Damn their tag-team teasing. They were driving me fucking crazy.

“Feel how wet she is,” Ford urged. I was whole-heartedly on board with that plan. Ford grabbed the fabric of my panties from Tanner, holding it away from my heated skin. And then Tanner’s finger was there, thicker than Ford’s, and moving faster, too. He stroked it up and down my slit.

“Oh yeah, she’s soaked.”

Again, it turned me on how they were talking about me even though I was right here. Then Tanner’s finger hovered at my entrance, and I gasped in anticipation. Please, please, please let him push it in.

But no, he just circled my entrance, driving me insane. “Please,” I moaned.