Lainie’s clothing should’ve gone up in flames from their fiery gazes, yet she remained locked in place.

“I warned you. My warnings ain’t idle, sugar. Come here,” Kyle said.

She backed up, but there was nowhere to go.

Kyle and Hank laughed.

“Hank, get her nekkid. I’m grabbing the cuffs.”

Hank folded his arms over his bare chest. “I’ll count. When I hit fifteen, whatever clothes you’re wearing will be cut off. We clear?”

She nodded.

“One.”

It was hard to undo buttons with shaking hands because Hank’s deep voice enunciated every number. She swore the deep sound vibrated in her blood and pulsed between her legs.

“Eleven.”

Lainie kicked off her jeans. “Done.”

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“Good. On the bed. Arms above your head.”

The mattress had no give when she bounced butt first. Her br**sts jiggled, which caught Hank’s attention.

Then Kyle clicked a set of steel handcuffs around her wrists after he’d threaded the links through the headboard. She automatically tested them. Like the bed, there was no give.

If the look in Kyle’s eye was any indication, there was no give in him either.

This darker edge inflamed her and she swallowed hard.

Kyle straddled her chest, tucking his knees under her armpits and his c**k in the valley of her cle**age. His shaft rubbed the soft swells while his thumbs strummed her ni**les.

“Where do you want me?” Hank asked.

“Your choice. I’m gonna f**k her tits and then her mouth.”

His matter-of-fact tone dispatched another jolt of desire from head to toe and everywhere in between.

“Hand me a pillow.”

Kyle yanked up both pillows and tossed them to Hank.

“Lift your hips,” Hank commanded. “This pu**y is mine.”

Lainie obeyed, keeping her eyes on Kyle’s face—not that he was looking at her.

“Hand me the lube,” Kyle said to Hank.

The tube was passed. He squirted a line between her br**sts. Then his hands were squeezing the fleshy globes together as his c**k pushed in and out of the tight tunnel he’d created. “Ah, f**k. I like that.”

Hank used his finger in a side-to-side motion on her clit as he worked his c**k into her pu**y.

More, more, more, echoed in her lust-addled brain. She tried to arch up to force Hank to sink into her completely, but his grip on her hips kept her locked down. He growled at her.

Kyle’s eyes were riveted to her chest as he snapped his pelvis. Driving against her pliant flesh. Thumbs strumming over her ni**les. Focused on the visual of his c**k disappearing into the narrow channel he’d created, then watching as the head peeped out below the hollow of her throat.

The sexy look of need on his face was almost enough to get her off.

“This isn’t working,” Hank said. Kyle stilled as Hank scrambled to his knees. He adjusted the pillows under her ass and she let him angle her lower body, placing the backs of her thighs against his muscled chest. He withdrew and slammed back in.

Lainie gasped. Goose bumps dotted her legs, creating a tightening in her groin. God, yes! she thought, but didn’t shout, because Hank would probably stop f**king her, just because he could.

Hank groaned. “That’s better.”

“She likes it too,” Kyle murmured.

Her hands clenched into fists and she jerked against the cuffs as the men f**ked her. Showed her who retained control. Who was in charge of her pleasure.

Being bored had never been so good.

The humid, heady scent of sweat and sex, mixed with the sounds of harsh male breathing, turned the room into a sultry play-ground of carnal delights. Both men were lost to sexual greed. Skin—slapping, rubbing, sliding, gliding—against skin.

Abruptly Kyle released her br**sts and rose up on his knees. He brought one hand beneath her neck, using the other to guide his c**k to her mouth. “Suck the head.”

Her lips closed over the crown, beneath the rim, and she flicked her tongue back and forth over the sweet spot.

“That’s it. Faster. I’m f**king close.”

He stayed still, one hand braced on the wall, the other behind her neck, eyes avid as her mouth worked his cock. Kyle’s musky, masculine scent overwhelmed her, as did her need to please him. To hear that grunt of satisfaction as he came. To know she’d brought him there.

Then it happened. He growled, “Open,” and shoved deep.

She’d barely gotten control of her gag reflex when he started coming down her throat.

“Swallow,” he demanded. “All of it.”

She watched Kyle’s face. He threw back his head, closed his eyes, letting his mouth go slack as his c**k pulsed on her tongue. His grip loosened on her neck as he gave himself over. An incredible feeling of power rolled through her at seeing his lack of control.

When their eyes met, he grinned widely, tracing her lips still wrapped around the root of his cock. “You look so gorgeous with my dick buried in your mouth.”

Hank snorted.

That was when Lainie realized Hank hadn’t moved at all while Kyle had gotten off.

“You done?” Hank asked.

Kyle glanced over his shoulder at him. “Impatient much?”

“Fuck, yeah. I was bein’ polite, not letting her come so she didn’t sink her teeth into your dick.”

“Thoughtful.” Kyle caressed Lainie’s face as he pulled out. Then he moved and lay alongside her.




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