Текст книги "Share Me"
Автор книги: Olivia Cunning
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Chapter Seven
As soon as Kellen had left to save Shade from his rescuer, Owen shut the door and turned toward Lindsey. He knew Kellen could be a bit intimidating if one didn't know him. Owen was sort of glad he'd been drawn away for a moment so he could speak to Lindsey on a more personal level. He wanted her to be able to relax. Her elevated breathing rate led him to believe she was far more nervous than she was letting on. He knew from experience how exciting it could be to no-holds-barred fuck a stranger, but it could also be awkward and a little frightening. Especially in a situation where one woman mixed with two rowdy guys.
"I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything you don't want to do," Owen said, scraping the Santa hat off his head and trying to smooth his hair into place. He’d forgotten he was still wearing the festive accessory. And there was nothing Santa-like about the gifts he was about to bestow on sweet Lindsey.
"Are you kidding?" she said, with a laugh. "You have no ideas what sort of dirty thoughts I was having while watching you on stage."
"Yeah, well, were just a bunch of regular guys, who happen to make music that a lot of people enjoy."
"You're also all fuck-hot."
Owen smiled. He never tired of the ego boosts. Sometimes he wondered how he'd ever lived without them before fame had knocked at his door. "You're fuck-hot too, Lindsey."
She inched closer, until she was standing directly in front of him. Her succulent breasts were inches from brushing his chest. He was well aware that Kellen had instructed him to get her ready and was probably anticipating her to be naked and massaged into submission by the time he got back, but Owen needed a few minutes to get to know a girl before he stripped her of her clothes and got down to business. Just a minute. "So, Lindsey, what do you do for a living?"
"Investment banker. Well I just started, actually. First job out of college. I kind of suck at it so far. I don’t have good instincts when it comes to picking stocks."
“I figured with a body like that you’d be a model."
She lifted an eyebrow at him. So she wasn’t buying his lines. Moving on to plan B. “Why did you follow the tour bus tonight?”
"I have a fuck-it list. You've always been at the very top of it."
"A fuck-it list?"
"Yeah, my friend, Vanessa, and I made a list of the top three guys we'd most want to fuck. There’s you and Kellen, and some soccer player who I can’t recall the name of at the moment."
"I'm ahead of Kelly on your list? I know how much he drives the girls wild."
Her cheeks went pink. "He's close second. Almost a tie."
"Well, just so you know what to expect, Kellen won't fuck you," Owen said.
Lindsey's brows drew together. "Isn't that why he invited me here?"
Owen shook his head. "No. I'm not saying he won't touch you, but when it comes to the actual act, he never goes that far.” Or he hadn’t since Sara had gone. All these girls who got Kelly’s blood pumping at first sight had Sara’s same blue-eyed, innocent look about them. Owen wondered if Kelly realized how transparent he was.
Lindsey's jaw dropped. "He's a virgin?"
Owen laughed. "Well, I wouldn't call him a virgin. He's very discriminate with where he puts his cock." He grinned at her. "But not his tongue."
Lindsey shuddered.
"I, on the other hand, will totally fuck you."
"Thank God." She giggled. "So are we going to do this now or wait for Kellen?"
"It's a long ritual for him, you know. I thought maybe you'd like to talk for a bit. He gets rather intense."
"It's a ritual?" She glanced at the door. "Like, what do you mean? I’m not a virgin if he’s thinking I’d make a good sacrifice to the gods."
Owen shook his head. "No, nothing like that. He thinks sex is some sort of spiritual connection with the earth. That the body is the gateway to a person's soul. That the right connection between two people during sex can become a religious experience. That's why he only goes so far. It’s far more personal for him than most guys.” Which was partially the truth and partially a way to protect his friend’s still wounded heart from questions Lindsey might ask. “Do you think it's weird?" Because if this woman was critical of Kelly in any way, Owen would show her to her snow-covered car in an instant.
"Not weird," she said. "Interesting. So if a woman was to get him to fuck her..."
"I think he'd love her forever." Owen chuckled. "Don't get your hopes up, doll. He’s not ready for love just yet. We will make you feel wonderful though."
Lindsey placed her palms flat on his chest and looked up at him. "I'm ready for whatever you have in store for me."
He circled her back with both arms and tugged her forward to hold her loosely against his chest. Her entire body was quaking. As he'd suspected, she was far more confident in words than in actions. Owen stroked her back gently and brushed gentle kisses against her hairline. When Kellen returned there would be no time for tenderness and while what he did with Kellen made his balls throb just thinking about it, he liked a little connection with his bed partners before he got naked. Lindsey rubbed her face against his neck, her lips finding the pulse point in his throat. She placed a wet, tugging kiss on that sensitive spot and the sensation shot straight to his balls. Okay, he admitted it. It really didn’t take much to seduce him.
Lindsey’s soft breasts warmed against his chest.
"Can I take your shirt off?" she asked. "I want to feel your bare skin against mine." She didn't take her eyes off his as she reached for the hem of his T-shirt. "Owen," she whispered. She removed his shirt and released an excited breath as her gaze roamed his inked chest and the barbells in each nipple. "Your body is even hotter than I imagined."
Owen grinned. Unlike Kellen, he wore a shirt most of the time, but he worked out just as hard as his friend to keep his muscles tone and cut for the ladies.
Lindsey plastered herself to his chest. The heat of her skin permeated his thoughts until all he could think about was warm, soft, female flesh and being buried balls-deep inside it. He flattened both palms over her back and tugged her against him so that her full breasts pressed into his chest. Kellen was going to flip out when he saw how endowed she was. He would have turned her body into a work of art no matter her shape or size, but they both liked the way ropes looked when they dug into a full pair of tits.
What was taking Kellen so long anyway?
Owen began to massage Lindsey's back, kneading her muscles until she melted like butter against him. "I think Kellen wants to help me with this part," Owen said.
"With what part?" Lindsey lifted her head to look at him. She looked tranquil. She wouldn't be looking that way for much longer.
"Preparing your body."
"Oh my body has been prepared since the moment you walked out on stage tonight, Owen."
He chuckled low in his throat. "I honestly doubt that."
The door handle turned and Owen took a step back, drawing Lindsey deeper into the room with him. Kellen smiled when he closed the door behind him.
Chapter Eight
Lindsey had surely died and gone to heaven. Not only was she half naked in the arms of one Owen Mitchell, Kellen Jamison had just entered the room and was looking at her as if she was his Thanksgiving feast. It was sweet of Owen to try to make her feel comfortable with whatever was about to happen between them, but he honestly didn't have to. She had been serious about him being at the top of her fuck-it list. And Kellen really had always been second, but now that they were all together in the bedroom of their tour bus, she realized how shortsighted she'd been. Both of them at once. That was the true pinnacle of sexual delight. Would she survive the mere thought of being with them both? Even if Kellen did have an unusual way of thinking about sex, she was more than willing to see what his ritual entailed.
"I thought you'd be farther along by now," Kellen said. He moved to stand behind Lindsey. When the cool skin of his hard chest pressed against her bare back, she didn't bother stifling her moan of bliss. Sandwiched between the two hottest men she'd ever dared fantasize about, Lindsey was sure she really had died and gone to heaven.
Kellen's hands moved between Lindsey's belly and Owen's. He stroked her skin with long, strong fingers. The same fingers he used to make six-strings sing made her skin tingle with excitement. Owen's hands slid over her back with equal care.
Kellen's hands cupped her breasts and she shuddered. "Beautiful," he whispered. "I can't wait to create art with your body."
"Hmm?" she murmured.
Kellen and Owen moved away at the same instant and she had to take a step to keep from sliding to the floor.
"Take your pants off for us, Lindsey," Kellen said.
Without the slightest hesitation, she unfastened her jeans and slid them off. Struggling to remove her boots and socks while standing, she decided she must be quite a turn-off at the moment as she gracelessly got naked.
"She has the perfect shape for this," Owen said.
"I could tell from the start," Kellen said.
She stood before them in her bra and panties and fought the urge to cover herself. They were both assessing her with keen scrutiny.
"Diamond weave?" Owen asked Kellen.
"Except for her breasts and her ass. We're going to cage them."
"What are you talking about?" Lindsey asked.
"You said you were okay with being tied," Kellen said. "You haven't changed your mind have you?"
She glanced at Owen, who was smiling at her warmly, and then turned to look at Kellen, who was far more intense. He was almost animalistic in the way he looked at her. "No, I haven't changed my mind."
"It won't hurt," Owen said.
"I'm not afraid." A bit confused, yes. Hornier than a desert toad, yes. But not afraid. "Should I take off my underwear?" she asked. Though her thighs were quaking at the thought of being entirely naked, entirely exposed before two men she idolized, her voice was surprisingly steady.
"Owen will take care of that for you," Kellen said. "Get the oil," he said to Owen.
"Which one?"
Kellen surprised her by surrounding her in and embrace, which was now quite warm. He inhaled deeply. "Honeysuckle," he said. "You smell amazing," he whispered to her as Owen started rattling around in a cabinet on the other side of the room. "I can't wait to taste your cum."
Lindsey shuddered at the thought of this man with his head between her thighs. She wanted to fist his long, silky hair in both hands and rock her pussy against his face. And she wanted Owen to thrust into her mouth so she could suck him while Kellen ate her out. She wasn't sure if they were up for suggestions, so she just clung to the thought and Kellen's hard chest until Owen returned and unfastened her bra with a practiced flick.
Lindsey moaned as Owen's hands reached around her and began to rub oil into the skin of her belly. He started the sensitive flesh just above the waistband of her panties and worked his way up, fingers rubbing in small circles, thumbs massaging more deeply into her flesh. An instant later Kellen dumped some of the sweet smelling oil on his hands and standing before her reached around her to rub the oil into the flesh of her lower back. They worked their way upward—both thorough, both meticulous, both gentle in their muscle-loosening technique. Owen took two more handfuls of oil and covered her breasts, massaging them in slow circles. She was tempted to lean back against his chest, but Kellen's hands were working her back just beneath her shoulder blades and she didn't want to interrupt the duel assault on her senses. She couldn't even open her eyes to look at the magnificent specimen of a man before her. She could only concentrate on the sensation of their hands turning her muscles into delighted pools of relaxation.
"She has beautiful breasts," Owen whispered. His breath stirred her hair and though his body wasn't pressed against her back, she could feel the warmth of his skin behind her.
"They are beautiful," Kellen said. "Every inch of her is beautiful."
Lindsey wanted to deny it. She'd been carrying around a few extra pounds recently and felt decidedly plump most days.
"The give of her flesh will look beautiful in your ropes," Owen said.
So they had noticed she wasn't rail thin.
"I'm getting hard just thinking about it."
Owen's hands slipped under the curves of her breasts and lifted them. "We're going to have to devise a way to keep these pretty pink nipples hard."
Something warm and wet slid over the surface of one straining tip of her breast. Lindsey's eyes flipped open and her mouth dropped open in wonder. She glanced down to find Kellen licking her nipple as if trying to capture the last bit of pudding at the bottom of a parfait glass.
Owen caressed her breast.
Kellen rubbed his lips over its tip.
Oh God.
She lifted her arms and threaded her fingers through Kellen’s shoulder length hair. It felt like silk against her fingers.
He tilted his head so he could look up at her while his tongue laved her tender nipple. His eyes were so dark, they were almost black in this lighting. His stare drew her in until she couldn't tear her gaze away.
"We definitely need to keep them hard," Kellen said. “So pretty when they’re hard.” He flicked her other nipple with his tongue and her entire body jerked. "We'll have to set up the rings."
She had no idea what he meant, but rings, ropes, whatever. She wanted every experience these two could offer her body.
Kellen gave her nipple a sharp nip with his teeth before kneeling before her on the floor. After collecting more oil from the bottle on the dresser, he began to massage it into her thighs. His forehead rested against her lower belly and he inhaled deeply through his nose. "God, baby, I can already smell your excitement." He nudged her thighs farther apart, hands working oil into the insides of her legs.
“Do you want me?” Kellen asked.
“Yes.”
“And Owen?”
“Yes. Both of you.”
“Are you wet?”
“Oh yes,” she whispered, her pussy quaking with excitement.
“I bet you’re sweet,” he whispered. “Are you sweet, Lindsey? Have you ever tasted yourself?”
"You can't taste her until she's ready," Owen interrupted.
"That's why I asked you to prepare her for me, Owen," he said. "What were you doing while I was out untying Shade."
"Talking."
Kellen snorted. "Figures."
"I'm ready," Lindsey insisted. Staring down at the top of Kellen's head, his breath hot against her lower belly, his shoulders broad and bronzed and decorated with colorful tattoos that extended down both arms in beautiful sleeves, Lindsey was more than ready. Her juices had already saturated her panties and were wetting her thighs.
"Not even," Kellen said. "But we'll work quickly."
Owen massaged oil into her neck and shoulders. She wasn't sure how she was still standing. He shifted her back to rest against him while he massaged her arms and as Kellen, who was kneeling at her feet, rubbed oil into her lower legs. He continued to inhale deeply and released hot gasping breaths that penetrated her panties. Lord, just that sensation was enough to send her spiraling into nirvana.
"Maybe I should work the bottom half, bro. I think you're about to lose control."
"Lindsey," Kellen said calmly. "Go lie on the bed."
Owen released the hand he was massaging so thoroughly and stepped away. Lindsey didn't even consider questioning Kellen, much less disobeying.
"Remove all the bedding except the fitted sheet," Kellen added. "Wait for us."
She did what he instructed, tossing the powder blue covers on the floor. She spread out on the bed and watched Kellen and Owen explore a tall stack of drawers that were built into one wall. "Blue?" Kellen said as he pulled open a drawer. “Like her eyes?”
Owen pushed the drawer shut. "It's Christmas Eve. Let's do something more festive tonight."
"Red and green?"
He nodded. "And gold."
Kellen glanced over his shoulder at Lindsey. "She'll look spectacular in gold."
She didn't know if she should thank them for the complement, since she wasn't sure why they were discussing colors. Kellen pulled out several lengths of green and red colored rope and dropped them on the mattress next to Lindsey.
"This is your last opportunity to back out, Lindsey," Kellen said.
Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Owen who was rolling his eyes at Kellen. She was pretty sure he mouthed, Mr. Drama. She remembered Owen telling her that Kellen would stop if she asked. He was just trying to add a certain edge to her experience.
"I don't want to back out," she said. "I can't wait to find out what you're going to do to me."
They got to work. They started by forming a mesh out of the red ropes, tying knots to form a circular pattern that very much reminded Lindsey of a dream catcher, with quarter-sized hole at the center. She had no idea what they planned to do with it until Kellen fit it over her left breast and carefully tightened it so that she’d never been more conscious of her own breast. Her skin was divided into diamond shaped sections by the ropes. Her nipple protruded through the hole in the center of the design. Owen lowered his head to flick his tongue over her nipple. It pebbled beneath his attention as pleasure radiated out in all directions. Kellen cinched the ropes tighter.
Her breath exploded from her lungs as her breast experienced a million simultaneous sensations, centered on the tongue flicking against its tip.
"Owen," she groaned.
He lifted his head and grinned at her. "There's more."
Soon Kellen had both of her breasts bound in the ropes and Owen had both of her nipples straining for attention.
They paused to admire her body. "Lovely," Kellen said breathlessly. "Arms to sides. I don't want them to block my view of her gorgeous tits."
Lindsey was eased into sitting position. Her arms were soon securely fastened from shoulder to elbow against her sides. The tension of the rope was all concentrated at the center of her lower back as another length of rope was stretched across her shoulders. They'd tied golden rings into the rope every few inches along both sides. She glanced up at the ceiling looking for hooks. “What are the rings for?”
"We aren't going to use them to suspend you," Kellen said. "You'll see what they're for soon."
They eased her onto her back again and even though her hands and legs were free, she wouldn't have been able to fight them off if she needed to. Something about being so utterly defenseless was exciting and terrifying at the same time. Her heart rate had doubled and she couldn’t seem to find enough air. She fought the sensation of suffocation as the room seemed to shrink and the ceiling closed in on her.
"Are you okay?" Owen asked. He leaned into her line of sight and brushed her hair from her hot cheeks. The walls receded again as her attention diverted to Owen’s concerned eyes. "If you have a panic attack we can cut you free in an instant."
"And mess up all the beautiful knots you've tied?" She smiled, forcing herself not to pant too excessively. She honestly didn't want them to stop. She liked the way the ropes pressed into her skin. They made her aware of her body. She loved it. Being confined was sort of a head trip, but she would endure.
Kellen's hands on the top elastic of her panties caused her legs to reflexively close.
"If you close your thighs to me, I'm going to spank you," Kellen said.
She was tempted to push him and squeeze her thighs together so that he would spank her, but her thighs had other ideas and immediately went slack. He slowly tugged her panties down her thighs and tossed them aside. Kellen worked on her left leg, and Owen carefully mirrored Kellen’s collection of knots on her right. They bound her legs so that they were bent at the knee and hip—slightly more severe than fetal position. They worked hard to stretch her into a position she didn't know she was capable of attaining. They massaged her muscles and flexed and straightened her joints until it didn't pull painfully to have her legs bound with her heels against the backs of her thighs and her legs wide open. She did feel incredibly exposed as there was no way she could possibly close her legs even an inch.
The pair of gorgeous men stepped away and she struggled to keep her trembling muscles from collapsing.
"Let the ropes hold you, Lindsey," Kellen said gently. "Don't fight them."
"Think of it like a hammock," Owen suggested.
She didn't fight the ropes for long because she didn't have the strength to do so. As soon as she went slack, the ropes supported her weight entirely and she suddenly wished all those rings they had worked into their design would be used to suspend her. She also wished there was a mirror on the ceiling so she could see what she appeared from their vantage point. Lindsey had never felt more beautiful—as if her body was a cherished work of art. She wanted to be put on display. Her limbs felt wonderfully supported by the ropes as if they were holding her in a comforting embrace. In a cocoon of pleasure and pressure, her muscles had been stretched to their limits as if she were doing some rope-assisted yoga. There was only the slightest hint of ache in her muscles.
"I feel..." She sucked a rapturous breath into her lungs. "Amazing."
Kellen smiled. She wasn't sure if she'd seen him smile before. Owen constantly smiled, but Kellen seemed to reserve them for special occasions.
“We’re going to turn you over. Owen won’t let you fall.” With her face in Owen’s lap, her knees in the mattress and her rear end pointing up to the ceiling, she was treated to the most sensual massage of her life. Kellen’s huge hands squeezed the globes of her ass until her back entrance was quivering and she was whimpering to be entered.
“Oh,” she whispered desperately.
“Try something from Gabe’s stash,” Owen said.
She rubbed her face over his lap, wishing he’d removed his pants so she could take him into her mouth. She hadn’t known what to expect when tied, but being rendered helpless made her want to please this man. And that man. Both men. Yet she couldn’t. She just had to wait until they did with her as they wanted.
Kellen moved from the bed.
“Owen,” she whispered. “Let me suck your cock.”
He stroked her hair. “I can’t let it out yet. I have a long while to wait before I get my turn.”
“You don’t have to wait,” she assured him.
Something cold and slippery popped into her ass. Her core clenched at the unexpected intrusion and she shuddered in ecstasy. “Oh!”
She couldn’t see what Kellen was doing, but she felt the ropes slide and press against the skin of her rump. Whatever he’d put inside her ass was driving her crazy with need.
“Are you almost finished?” she whispered. “I’m on fire.”
“God, your ass looks amazing,” Owen said. He released his hold on her upper body and she struggled not to tip to the side. He grabbed her ass in both hands and rubbed her cheeks together, making her acutely aware of all the ropes pressing into her skin and pulling at that amazing object in her ass. It only penetrated her an inch, but the shape of it aroused her like nothing in her experience. The way it teased her tight hole made her pussy spasm with unfulfilled need.
"Now for Kelly's added touch," Owen whispered. He sounded oddly proud of his friend.
They turned Lindsey onto her back again and Owen slid away since the ropes easily held her body in a stable position when she was face up. Kellen took a rope of gold satin and tied a knot in it. He then slid one end of the rope through the collection of rings that were projecting upward around the periphery of her torso. He centered the knot directly over her nipple and continued to thread the rope’s end through more loops. When the rope passed over her other nipple, he tied a second knot and continued threading rope through rings on the opposite side of her body. When he was finished, a bit of knotted rope rubbed against each nipple. It drove her nuts. He moved to kneel between her thighs and took one end of each rope in either hand and tugged them back and forth. The rope slid easily through the rings and rubbed those distracting knots against Lindsey’s straining nipples until her back arched involuntarily. She pulled against her bindings for a moment before going slack. The pleasure radiating out from her nipples coursed in all directions, following the paths of the ropes, blossoming between them. She was near orgasm already.
"Do you like anal pleasure, Lindsey?" Kellen asked. “Would you like a little tug on that plug I put in your ass? It has a loop I can thread the rope through.”
The only word that really registered was pleasure. And she wanted more of it. Her body begged for more. "Yes," she gasped.
She couldn't see what the hell Kellen was doing between her thighs, but she felt a tug at her ass as he threaded a rope through something down there too. Her pussy was swollen and achy and dripping. Her clit was so excited it was driving her mad. The tug inside her ass had her shuddering in unfulfilled spasms. They waited until she'd settled again before tugging each end of the rope near her hips, which pulled the plug inside her puckered hole just enough to drive her insane. Her pussy clenched with a less than satisfying orgasm.
"Oh please," she begged. She needed to come much harder than that to be satisfied.
"Almost, Lindsey," Kellen promised gently. "You're almost ready."
He carefully tied the free ends of the knotted ropes to each of her wrists, and then secured those at her hips as well.
"You're in charge of pleasuring your nipples and ass," Kellen told her. He showed her that the slightest movement of her lower arms simultaneously rubbed the knotted ropes against her tender nipples and tugged at the plug inside her quivering hole. She couldn’t stimulate one without pleasing the other, and she was perfectly okay with pleasing herself.
"Oh God," she gasped, getting the hang of the movement and moving her wrists in an alternating pattern to stimulate herself until another orgasm was teasing her pussy. Oh God, she was going to explode. She needed fucked and badly. "Please fuck me. Please. Please."
"I think you've outdone yourself this time, Kelly," Owen said.
They joined her on the bed. Owen at her head. Kellen down there. She lifted her head to look at Kelly. He was gazing down at her fully exposed pussy with hunger in his dark eyes. Oh God. She rubbed the knots against her nipples and tugged at her ass faster. She needed to come. Needed to come. Needed. Needed. Now. Oh. Could she come from this kind of stimulation? She was close. So close.
"I'm going to kiss your mouth to try to keep you from getting too loud," Owen said. “Okay?”
She nodded. Do whatever you want to me, she thought. Anything. Just do something. Owen leaned over her head to take her lips upside down in a long, leisurely kiss. He pulled away gently and whispered, "Kelly's going to make you come real soon. Don’t work so hard. Relax, honey."
She watched Kellen tie his long hair back with a leather tie. He stretched out on his belly between her wide open thighs, and then Owen blocked her view by kissing her again. Lord the man had a strong and sensual mouth. She wouldn’t mind him taking all that hot, achy flesh between her thighs in a kiss like this.
Warm breath stole across her swollen pussy. She shuddered and called out against Owen’s persistent lips. He kissed her more deeply, his tongue teasing hers. His fingers began to trace patterns on the bare flesh of her upper arms between the braids of rope.
A warm, soft tongue traced the empty opening between her thighs and she almost shoot straight of the mattress.
Owen trailed open mouthed kisses along her jaw. “Easy,” he whispered. “He’ll take your edge off soon.”
She whimpered when Kellen began to slowly and methodically trace her entrance with gentle swirls of his tongue. Her hips buckled. She fought the ropes holding her legs open, wanting so badly to press her heels into Kellen’s back and writhe her sex against his face, but she was helpless to move.
“I need fucked,” she said. “I need fucked.” She couldn’t believe the words were escaping her lips, nor how much she meant them.
“Kelly, have mercy on her,” Owen said.
Kellen’s little evil chuckle did nothing to ease her mind. His tongue brushed her clit and her entire body strained for release. She could feel his breath against her, but damned if he didn’t touch her to send her flying over the edge. He waited until her body relaxed before he tongued her clenching pussy—in and out—with a slow, maddening rhythm. It made her want to be filled with a big, thick cock, but kept orgasm just out of reach.
Owen claimed her mouth again. “Concentrate on me,” he said against her mouth. “I’ll fuck you when he’s finished. It’s what you want isn’t it?”
“Y-yes. Please. Owen, I need it.”
“Shh, let him taste you. Do you feel good?”
She nodded, feeling as if she might burst into tears. She did feel good. Every inch of her flesh was aware. It was overwhelming for her to be so aware of her body. Not just her sensitive lips, clinging desperately to Owen’s as he continued to kiss her. Not just her nipples and ass which she continued to stimulate intermittently with tugs of the silken ropes in each hand. Not just the maddening things Kellen was doing to her pussy. Every inch of her was either aware of the ropes or lack of ropes. The braided cords were exerting enough pressure that she couldn’t ignore them. The never went away.
Kellen suckled her clit and she went taut, straining to come. God, she needed release, but he pulled away and waited until she went limp before lapping at her center again.
Okay, she was going to die if she didn’t have an orgasm soon. But she didn’t die. Kellen just continued to pull her closer to the edge and she was sure she’d breech it the next time. He showed her just how wrong she was. Owen kissed her leisurely until she became so distraught that she couldn’t catch her breath. He lifted his head to glare at his friend.
“For fuck’s sake, Kelly, give her one,” Owen said as he stroked her heated cheeks with cool fingertips. “Shit, dude, I think she’s having another panic attack.”