She gulped. “Okay.” Her voice sounded thin and reedy. He glanced toward Bram, making sure he was keeping his word about not making her come. Bram had stopped licking her and was now using two fingers buried knuckles-deep in her pussy to keep her on the edge.
Ry grabbed the bottle of lube and snatched the plug from its perch on Lacey’s stomach. He greased up the device and scooted next to Bram. They both watched, entranced, as Ry squirted a dollop of the lube into Lacey’s ass and worked the gel inside with his thumb. A strangled noise came from Lacey, and he immediately stopped. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. God. I-It feels…amazing.” She shivered.
He removed his thumb and eased the head of the plug in slowly. The resistant ring of muscle protested invasion, but finally he managed to seat the entire plug inside of her. He stared at Lacey stretched so enticingly before him, ass stuffed with a dildo and her pussy hugging Bram’s fingers. His cock felt like it was going to explode.
Bram gave a tortured moan. “Fuck. Must fuck.”
Ry would have chuckled if he weren’t thinking the same exact damn thing. He slapped the discarded condom into Bram’s hand before hefting to his feet and moving toward the front of the cage. Bending, he snagged the other condom and palmed it. He cupped Lacey’s cheek, stroking her as Bram positioned himself between her thighs.
The twin groans that fell from Bram and Lacey as he entered her tightened Ry’s balls. Bram withdrew slightly before sinking in again. And again. The slick sound of their lovemaking was the most erotic thing Ry had ever heard. And the look of pure ecstasy on Bram’s face almost made him jealous that he wasn’t the one pumping in and out of Lacey.
“How does she feel?”
“Fucking amazing.” Gripping the straps that supported Lacey’s hips and thighs, Bram peered down, his focus glued to where he and Lacey were joined. “All I can feel is wet, snug pussy. So good.”
Ry brushed the hair away from Lacey’s perspiring forehead. “Tell me what you’re feeling, baby.”
“Bram’s cock. Gliding in me.” She shuddered, her body pulling tight. “I don’t think anyone’s ever been in me this deep before.”
I will be. Soon. Ry leaned forward and caressed her breast. “Are you concentrating on the plug in your ass, imagining it’s my cock?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She kissed the base of his cock before sweeping her tongue along his balls. The sensation made his gut clench and his knees unsteady. Repositioning himself, he gripped his dick and fed her the head. She sucked him in, using her throat muscles to draw him in deeper. Glancing up, he saw that Bram was staring at them. In addition to his glassy-eyed look, the sweat pouring off Bram hinted that he wouldn’t last too much longer. Ry fucked Lacey’s mouth with two long, luxurious strokes before easing free and untying her arms. While Bram worked the restraints from her ankles, Ry rubbed the circulation back into her hands, pressing a kiss to both her wrists. “I’m going to sit you up now, okay? Be ready for it.” He released the pulley that kept her suspended on her back, and she straightened with a gasp.
Bram caught her around the hips, keeping her anchored on his cock. Her arms and legs twined around Bram as he kissed her like a starved man. Ry ripped open the condom packet, his body screaming with the need to fuck Lacey, mark her in some primal way as his. Moving with more determination than grace, he sheathed himself and generously coated his dick with lube. He removed the plug from her ass and nudged his cock inside her, easily stroking deep with one thrust.
Lacey cried out, the ecstatic tremble in the sound verifying that it’d been produced by pleasure rather than pain. His vision hazed and his heart pounded. He cupped her breasts, her nipples straining between his fingers as he fucked her with a raw intensity that blindsided him. He bit the side of her neck and soothed the sting with his tongue. Through the thin membrane dividing Lacey’s ass from her pussy, he detected the hard ridge of Bram’s cock tunneling into her with equal passion.
Lacey freed one arm from Bram and reached behind her to clasp Ry’s hip. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop.”
Bram’s agonized features looked like they’d been chiseled from stone. Ry figured his must not be much better. Still, they somehow obeyed her wishes, alternating their strokes so that she was constantly filled. Their rhythm became an unconscious thing—a matching tempo, a syncopated heartbeat. Lacey’s fingers dug into Ry’s flank, slipping in the sweat he’d built up. He was so tuned to Lacey that he knew the exact moment the orgasm welled within her, even before she verbalized it.
“Oh God, I’m coming.”
He pumped deeper, fucking her in short, determined strokes. “Do it, baby. Milk our cocks with your ass and pussy.”
Her entire body tensed before bowing into a tight arch. The keening cry that tore from her, along with the way her inner muscles clamped around Ry, sent him over the cliff. He roared, the come jetting from him in fierce spurts, flooding the condom. In that moment, he despised the thin covering of latex that separated him from Lacey, wanting to fill her with his seed. He continued hugging her as Bram’s eyes rolled back in his head and his hips jerked, coming with them.
A sense of connection washed over Ry, almost more amazing and fulfilling than his climax. Everything was right. Perfect. The only woman he’d truly wanted, ever loved, was in his arms, sandwiched between him and his best friend—someone who knew all too well exactly what Ry was feeling.
He wondered if it should be illegal to be this happy. Probably. Sliding a kiss along her temple, he gently pulled his cock from her ass and crossed to the wastebasket to dispose of the condom, his legs still shaking from the freight-train force of his orgasm. By the time Ry returned to Lacey, Bram had recovered enough to settle Lacey on her feet and remove her blindfold.
Her body quivering with aftershocks, Lacey blinked at them and offered a grin loaded with sexual satiation. She tugged the straps securing her in the harness. “Wow, all I’ve got to say is…where the hell can I buy one of these?”
Chapter Ten
It was near impossible to act casual and normal during the employee Christmas party when less than twenty-four hours ago she’d been getting double penetrated by the two men standing beside her. In a swing, for God’s sake.
Okay, she wasn’t completely certain if that detail somehow made her more depraved. The fact that she’d loved the hell out of it? Yeah, probably.
Butterflies dancing around in her belly, she watched Donna call up the next staff member for the Secret Santa exchange. This part of the festivities was strictly for the employees. She, Ry and Bram had already passed out everyone’s bonus checks, something that was likely more welcome and useful than a ten-dollar-or-under gift.
Ry’s cell phone suddenly buzzed, and he glanced down at it. “Shit, it’s my uncle. I better go take this.”
While Ry ducked out of the room, Bram settled his hand on her shoulder and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “So what item do you want to mark off tonight?”
She knew that even if anyone had overheard him, the question would sound completely innocent. Which would make the blush that was no doubt riding her cheeks seem strange and uncalled for. She cleared her throat quietly. “None. I already made plans with your sister.”
His fingers brushed her nape, tickling the fine hairs there and making goose bumps crop along her skin. “You could cancel them. She’d understand.”