“Now what?” An unmistakable tremor of excitement shook her voice.
Bram strode to the small end table where their purchased goodies were laid out. He picked up the silk blindfold and ran it between his fingers. “Now we see exactly how much pleasure you can stand.” His grin sinful, he tucked the cloth around Lacey’s eyes and knotted it firmly behind her head. “Can you see anything?”
“N-no.” Lacey’s entire body was quivering now, making the swing dip and creak. They’d barely touched her and already she was incredibly aroused. Ry could smell the musky evidence of it.
Jesus. He wanted to bury his mouth in her pussy and gorge on her until she was screaming and coming hard on his tongue. His hands unsteady, he fumbled with his black pullover and tugged it off before kicking out of his shoes and stripping from his jeans and briefs. The rustle of clothing hinted that Bram was equally engaged in getting himself naked.
“Why are you guys taking so long? Is this all part of your evil plan to drive me crazy?”
Ry returned to Lacey, keeping his approach stealthy and quiet. He barely grazed his fingertips over her nipples and she jerked. Her lips parted, her breath quickening. Without saying a word, he leaned in and kissed her. His groan floated free as her tongue met his in a lusty joining, and she scraped her nails along his jaw. She gasped for air and he used the opportunity to nuzzle her neck, sucking the soft spot just beneath her ear. She shivered. “Oh God. Ry, that feels so good.”
He lifted his head as Bram moved beside him. They both shared a grin, and Bram cleared his throat. “Uh, Lace. That was me.”
She snorted. “Nice try. Ry’s gone a lot longer in between shaving than you, Mr. Smooth Face.”
Bram grunted. “Damn, busted.”
Ry gave Lacey’s ear a gentle love bite. “Pretty soon you won’t be able to cheat by using your hands. Then we’ll see how good you are at figuring us out.”
“W-what do you mean I won’t be able to—” She yelped when Ry cranked the pulley that lowered the head and torso section of the swing. Bram grabbed the ties affixed to the side bars of the suspension cage and fastened them to the leg restraints Lacey wore. The bindings spread her thighs into a wide V, leaving her completely exposed and unable to do a thing about it. The knowledge sent a hot spear of lust through Ry, making his cock bob. He stroked it before reaching for the matching ties that hung loosely from the opposite rails. These came with velvet-lined Velcro cuffs, which he promptly secured around Lacey’s wrists. She was now thoroughly at their mercy.
Fuck, this was going to be hot and mind blowing. “Everything okay, baby? None of those straps are digging into you, are they?”
Swallowing hard, she shook her head. He stroked her cheek. “You need to say the words, Lacey. It’s important to verbalize if you’re enjoying something or not. Bram and I don’t want to mistake or miss any cues you might give us. All right?”
She nodded before apparently recalling his orders. “No, I like it. It feels kind of like I’m lying on a hammock.” A ghost of a smile tilted her lips. “Make that a hammock used for dirty, kinky sex.”
Both he and Bram laughed, but the sound died in Ry’s throat as he stepped around Lacey and got his first real view of her pussy on such perfect display. The snug black straps of the harness acted like a frame to her pink, glistening flesh. She was unbelievably wet. Moisture trickled constantly from her slit and slid between the cheeks of her ass. The sound that ripped from Ry was nearly unrecognizable, even to him. His knees hit the carpet and a second later, his tongue plunged inside all that sweet sugar. She cried out, the harness swaying slightly as she writhed. Her bonds significantly limited her motions though. Knowing that she had no choice but to remain open and available to his feasting fueled Ry’s hunger to the max. Grasping her hips, he sucked on her clit until the tiny nubbin slickened and swelled.
A stream of incoherent pleas tumbled from Lacey. He knew she was on the brink of coming and desperate for him to push her over the edge. A twinge of guilt shuttled through him at not giving in to her, but his end goal wasn’t a fast, merciful orgasm. When she came, it’d be like nothing she’d experienced. So fucking good, there’d be no lingering question in her mind about if this threesome would work. Her head might resist, but her body would see to it that it wouldn’t be for long.
Spearing his tongue into her pussy, he fucked her with shallow lashes before probing deeper. Lacey’s sobs intensified and her inner channel rippled around him. Her juices coated his mouth, ran down his chin. He slipped his tongue from her and flattened it, plowing through her soaked cleft and along her perineum. When he swirled over her asshole, she bucked in the harness.
“Ry, oh God.”
He continued lapping at her rosebud, priming himself as much as her. There was no way his cock wasn’t getting inside this sweet ass tonight. Judging from Lacey’s response to his oral devotion, she wouldn’t be likely to tell him no. Lifting his head, he glanced toward her face, his focus roving along her straining body. The crisscrossing straps of the harness plumped her breasts. Her nipples were two firm, erect peaks capping the creamy, generous mounds.
She was as tempting as a candy store fully stocked with every single one of his most favorite treats. He wanted to sample all the delights she had to offer, over and over until he was thoroughly glutted on her. He glanced sideways and noticed Bram’s hooded gaze was glued to Lacey’s pussy. His fist was squeezing the base of his cock, trying to keep it from blowing. Ry nodded toward the collection of condoms waiting on the table before ducking beneath Lacey’s outstretched leg. After kissing her hip, he stood beside her, drinking in the delicious sight she made. “Do you have any idea how damn sexy you are, baby?”
Snagging her lip between her teeth, she shook her head, making her blonde curtain of hair swish from side to side. Her cheeks pinkened. “Sorry, I mean no.”
It made him ridiculously pleased that she’d remembered his admonishment about using words rather than gestures. “You are.” He skated his palm over her skin, loving the contrast of its silky smoothness compared to the rougher surface of the harness. His fingertips coasted across her nipples just as Bram settled between her legs and began eating her out. The visual was almost too much for Ry to take. Smothering a groan, he left Lacey and went to fetch a condom and a bottle of lube. As he was about to pivot, his eye caught the bulbous-shaped butt plug sitting nearby. Bram hadn’t mentioned he’d purchased one.
Mentally sending himself a note to thank Bram for his foresight, Ry swiped the plug too and returned to Lacey. He dropped the lube and condom packet on the floor but held on to the plug as he bent down and flicked Lacey’s nipple softly with his tongue before sucking the distended nub into his mouth. She trembled, a broken gasp springing past her lips. He shot a look toward Bram. “No letting her come yet.”
Bram gave a wet, muffled response that Ry took to be an affirmative. Ry plucked at Lacey’s damp nipple. “Anal is on your list. Have you done it before?”
She licked her lips, her throat working with a swallow. “No.”
A primal satisfaction surged through him. The notion that no man had claimed her anal cherry made him all the more determined to be the one to do it. “I want to be your first, baby. Tonight. Are you okay with that?”
She hesitated for a moment. “Yes.”
He rubbed his jaw over her breast, relishing the sexy noises she made when his beard scruff tickled her nipple. “I’m going to make it good for you. I promise you won’t regret giving me this gift.” He placed the plug on her belly so that she would feel it. “I’m going to get you ready for me by using this. While your ass is stretching to accommodate it, I want you to pretend it’s my cock filling you. All right?”