Suddenly Rye was standing before her.
“Look up, Rachel.” His blunt tone told her everything she needed to know. He was on edge. Rachel knew she was going to have to take that edge off if she wanted the evening to go well. She’d pushed Rye hard this week, and he seemed to be feeling the effects.
Rachel obediently turned her eyes up. “Yes, Rye?”
“I like this game, Rach.” He touched her chin with his index finger. He tipped her head up so she faced him. “I learned from the best.”
“Stef?”
His finger covered her lips. “I’ll let you know when you can talk.”
That rankled, but she kept quiet.
Rye chuckled. “I’ll pay for this later, baby. I know that. You’re not exactly a submissive girl. Play my games, and I’ll play yours. How about that?”
Rachel kept silent, but let her smile show through her eyes. Rye seemed satisfied with that.
“Now, Max, you’ve been fucking this sweet woman of ours for weeks now,” Rye started.
“Not nearly as often as I’d like,” Max replied smoothly. He looked content, to Rachel’s relief. He looked happy to be here. Any fears she had that Max didn’t want to share were gone now.
Rye just looked hungry. Rye’s entire body was coiled and ready to pounce. “How’s her mouth?”
Max groaned. The head of his cock was weeping now. “She gives amazing head. She can suck you dry. I’d fuck that mouth of hers if I were you.”
Rye took himself in hand. Suddenly that big cock of his was requesting entrance. “Open up, sweetheart.” He didn’t wait for her to comply. He teased her lips with the bulbous head of his cock.
Rachel opened and let her tongue find the little V on the underside of his dick. She lathed it with the tip of her tongue.
“Lick the head,” Rye growled.
Rachel swirled her tongue around the purple head of his cock. She could already taste the pre-cum leaking from the slit. She lapped it up and let it coat her tongue, reveling in the taste of him. She sucked just the head of him into her mouth and tugged lightly.
“Fuck this, I can’t wait.” Rye groaned as he pulled back. He wound a hand through her hair. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, sweetheart, and when you’re done sucking me dry, you’re going to crawl over to Max on your hands and knees. You’re going to suck him dry, too. We’re both going to use that pretty mouth of yours, and you won’t lose a drop of what we give you. Do you understand?”
Rachel nodded. Then Rye was slowly, steadily feeding her his hard length. She struggled to open her jaw up.
“Relax, Rachel,” he ordered as he filled her mouth. Rachel concentrated on breathing through her nose. “Use your hands to cup my balls. I like having my balls played with. Remember that.”
She reached up and gently cupped his heavy, tight sac. He groaned with pleasure and shoved another inch in. Rachel could feel him hitting the back of her throat with each little thrust. She managed to run her tongue along the underside of his dick, causing him to hiss.
“Fuck, that feels good, Rach.” The hand in her hair tightened as he picked up the pace. “Your mouth feels like heaven. Suck me hard. I’m going to come. I can’t last.”
Rachel hollowed out her cheeks and sucked his dick rhythmically. He seemed to lose control. He started to fuck her mouth hard. He pushed his dick in as he tugged on her hair, pulling her forward. She was filled with him, and Rachel gave up control, letting him use her mouth. She relaxed. He fucked his way to the back of her throat. When she felt his head bump as far as he could go, she swallowed around him. She squeezed his balls gently.
“Fuck,” Rye shouted as he started to come. Rachel felt him tense, and then she thought of nothing but swallowing the cum shooting out of his cock. She swallowed furiously, not letting an ounce go.
As he softened in her mouth, Rye continued to hold her on his dick. “Lick it all up, baby.” His voice was ragged. His hands loosened in her hair, smoothing it lovingly. When he seemed satisfied she’d taken everything he’d given her, he pulled out of her mouth with an audible pop. He tugged on her hair, forcing her to look up at him.
Rachel could tell he wasn’t anywhere close to complete satisfaction. He would want more.
“Now, before you go over there and run that hot little tongue all over Max’s cock, I want to see my pussy.”
“What?” Rachel asked. She breathed deeply, forcing the air into her lungs.
“I said I want to see my pussy. Lay back, spread your legs, and let me look at my pussy.”
“He’s not kidding, baby,” Max said with a husky laugh. “He really wants to just look at it. He’ll make you spread your legs for him at least once a day so he can look at you.”
Rye stared at her. Nothing in his gorgeous face gave her a hint that he was joking. “I’m waiting.”
Rachel nodded and got up off her knees. She sat down on the carpeted floor and slowly spread her legs. She knew she should be terribly self-conscious, but the lust and love in their eyes made her feel utterly wanton. She felt beautiful, and she wanted to share that with them.
Max leaned forward, his eyes wide. “When did you shave?” He was breathless. He focused on her plump, ripe, completely hairless mound.
“I waxed this morning.” It had been part of the ritual Lana had put her through. She’d screamed a little during the actual process, but was pleased with how soft and sensitive she was down there.
“It’s gorgeous,” Max breathed.
“Spread the lips.” Rye’s cock was growing already. It was pulsing with need again as he watched her. “Use your fingers and spread your lips. I want to see your little clit. I want to know if you’re creamy and ripe.”
She was. She’d had to change underwear twice before the picnic just thinking of what would happen. Now that she was here and they were naked, she couldn’t stop her pussy from creaming. She ran her fingers between her labial lips and parted them as Rye requested. Her fingers were slick as they became coated in her arousal. She nearly cried out as she brushed the pink pearl of her clitoris. She was close. All it would take was a few strokes of her finger to send her over the edge.
“Don’t you dare touch that again.” Rye reached down and took her hand. He pulled her up and into his arms. His erection pressed into the soft flesh of her abdomen. She wanted it somewhere else. “That pussy is mine, Rachel. It belongs to me and Max. You leave it alone until I tell you to touch it. Do you understand?”
She nodded. Later on, she’d call him on his hypocrisy, but saucy answers had no place in the here and now. She’d agreed to play the submissive and intended to stick to it. Later on, she promised herself, she and Rye would have a long discussion about his masturbatory practices. That possessiveness was going to work both ways.
Rye reached down between them and slid a strong finger through the slick folds of her pussy. Rachel panted as he played for a minute. His talented fingers danced around her clit, tantalizing her but never quite shoving her over the edge. He dipped his middle finger into her juicy cunt and then, to Rachel’s dismay, pulled his hand away. He brought his soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked the juice off his hand.
“She tastes like honey,” Max said, leaning back. He was relaxed and waiting his turn.
“She is sweet.” Rye savored her cream. “I’ll eat that pussy later, Rachel. For now, you have something to do to Max, if I recall. Hands and knees.”
Rachel dropped to the floor. She began to crawl toward Max, who watched her with hooded eyes. He sat in a comfortable overstuffed chair. Rachel heard Rye leave the room, but focused her attention on Max. He looked so scrumptious waiting for her. His strong jawline sported the five o’clock shadow he always seemed to have. She loved how masculine he was.