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 pu**y. 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 f**ked,” she said. “I need f**ked.” 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 pu**y—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 f**k 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 ni**les 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 pu**y. 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 f**k’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.”
She heard Kellen’s deep voice from down below. “I’ll let her fly if you’re willing to wait until I can bring her up again before you f**k her.”
“I’ll wait. I’m fine.”
Kellen’s mouth latched onto Lindsey’s clit and he sucked, working his tongue against the sensitive bud until she sobbed, expecting him to pull away at the last moment. But he didn’t. This time. This time, he let her shatter.
Lindsey screamed as her body quaked with release. Her ass clenched at something small and solid; her pu**y clenched at devastating emptiness. Oh how she wanted filled. Wanted it even more than the intense orgasm turning her into a writhing, bucking creature of instinct. Perhaps the build-up and withhold orgasm pattern Kellen had been using on her had been for the best. Even after the waves of release dissipated, her body continued to quake uncontrollably.
“Don’t cry,” Owen whispered to her, kissing the dampness on her cheeks.
She wasn’t sure why she was crying. It wasn’t sadness or fear or anger or frustration. It wasn’t even relief.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed brokenly. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“We can cut you loose if it’s too much,” he said, stroking her hair gently.
“Please don’t. I want to continue. I’m just…”
“Feeling things you never felt before,” Kellen said. “It’s okay. Sex is a deeply personal experience.” He grinned wickedly. “Even when it’s with a stranger it touches part of your spirit.”
Kellen massaged the insteps of her feet while she pulled herself together. She gulped for air and reminded herself to relax into the ropes. Fighting them only served to exhaust her, but they did cut into her flesh in a most delicious manner if she pulled against them just right.
Still above her head, Owen kept his face buried against her neck, holding her loosely just under her br**sts.
“Okay,” she said, when she returned to Earth. “I’m good now.”
Kellen licked his lips. “I’m ready for more too. How are you, Owen?”
He groaned into Lindsey’s neck. “Hard as a f**king rock.”
“Hey, you said you were okay,” Kellen reminded him.
“I was until she came. Her facial expression totally did me in.”
Lindsey’s face flamed. Had she made a stupid O-face? In front of Owen Mitchell? How embarrassing.
“Take her high again,” Owen murmured against her neck. “Just, please hurry this time.”
Kellen released Lindsey’s feet and stretched out on his belly between her wide open thighs again. “You’re just going to have to suffer a while, buddy. This is the sweetest pu**y I’ve ever tasted and I’m going to take my time making it cream for me again.”
“If you don’t hurry,” Owen growled, “I’m going to kick your ass. I’ve waited long enough.”
Kellen chuckled at his misery.
“If you suck on my ni**les, it will really get my juices flowing,” Lindsey whispered to Owen. She had no idea if it was true. She just really wanted that luscious mouth of his against her tender ni**les. The knot on the rope just wasn’t cutting it any longer. Even though it flicked over them in a most distracting fashion, she was ready for a different sensation.
Warm breath stole across her swollen pu**y. 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 f**ked,” she said. “I need f**ked.” 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 pu**y—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 f**k 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 ni**les 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 pu**y. 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 f**k’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.”
She heard Kellen’s deep voice from down below. “I’ll let her fly if you’re willing to wait until I can bring her up again before you f**k her.”
“I’ll wait. I’m fine.”
Kellen’s mouth latched onto Lindsey’s clit and he sucked, working his tongue against the sensitive bud until she sobbed, expecting him to pull away at the last moment. But he didn’t. This time. This time, he let her shatter.
Lindsey screamed as her body quaked with release. Her ass clenched at something small and solid; her pu**y clenched at devastating emptiness. Oh how she wanted filled. Wanted it even more than the intense orgasm turning her into a writhing, bucking creature of instinct. Perhaps the build-up and withhold orgasm pattern Kellen had been using on her had been for the best. Even after the waves of release dissipated, her body continued to quake uncontrollably.
“Don’t cry,” Owen whispered to her, kissing the dampness on her cheeks.
She wasn’t sure why she was crying. It wasn’t sadness or fear or anger or frustration. It wasn’t even relief.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed brokenly. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“We can cut you loose if it’s too much,” he said, stroking her hair gently.
“Please don’t. I want to continue. I’m just…”
“Feeling things you never felt before,” Kellen said. “It’s okay. Sex is a deeply personal experience.” He grinned wickedly. “Even when it’s with a stranger it touches part of your spirit.”
Kellen massaged the insteps of her feet while she pulled herself together. She gulped for air and reminded herself to relax into the ropes. Fighting them only served to exhaust her, but they did cut into her flesh in a most delicious manner if she pulled against them just right.
Still above her head, Owen kept his face buried against her neck, holding her loosely just under her br**sts.
“Okay,” she said, when she returned to Earth. “I’m good now.”
Kellen licked his lips. “I’m ready for more too. How are you, Owen?”
He groaned into Lindsey’s neck. “Hard as a f**king rock.”
“Hey, you said you were okay,” Kellen reminded him.
“I was until she came. Her facial expression totally did me in.”
Lindsey’s face flamed. Had she made a stupid O-face? In front of Owen Mitchell? How embarrassing.
“Take her high again,” Owen murmured against her neck. “Just, please hurry this time.”
Kellen released Lindsey’s feet and stretched out on his belly between her wide open thighs again. “You’re just going to have to suffer a while, buddy. This is the sweetest pu**y I’ve ever tasted and I’m going to take my time making it cream for me again.”
“If you don’t hurry,” Owen growled, “I’m going to kick your ass. I’ve waited long enough.”
Kellen chuckled at his misery.
“If you suck on my ni**les, it will really get my juices flowing,” Lindsey whispered to Owen. She had no idea if it was true. She just really wanted that luscious mouth of his against her tender ni**les. The knot on the rope just wasn’t cutting it any longer. Even though it flicked over them in a most distracting fashion, she was ready for a different sensation.
