Chapter 13

“I think you’ve outdone yourself,” Max said.

“I couldn’t exactly skimp, all things considered,” Rick said.

“I suppose not.”

“Everything good, Case?” Max asked, moving closer.

“Yeah, I think? It’s nice, but…different.” I wished I could’ve given him a more articulate response, but I was still absorbing the newness of the intensely arousing sensations Rick had left me with. My body was criss-crossed with knots and ropes. He’d managed to somehow bind my arms down to the table, stretched out perpendicular to my body, and my legs were tied up bent and spread wide, the position a sharp contrast to the closed-thigh position they’d had me in earlier. I couldn’t see how they were tethered to the table, but it didn’t matter. I could imagine how I looked, sprawled across the circular surface with my pussy bare and weeping.

All I knew was that I was fully exposed to the two of them and completely at their mercy. And my pussy felt like a molten pit just waiting for one of them to cool me off.

“You comfy, Case?” Rick asked.

“Pretty much,” I said. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

Rick laughed and bent over me, resting his elbows casually on the table just above my bound arms. “Yeah, your stepdad and I were the go-to guys for awhile. But life happened.”

“And you stopped for love?”

“You could say that. Now it looks like things may be coming full circle.” His gaze flicked down over me, admiring his own handiwork. “Christ, Casey, you really are something else.”

He stretched his hand out and toyed with the steel hoop that pierced one of my nipples. His touch was delicate at first, and deliciously arousing as he swirled his fingertips around and around in teasing circles. I watched his face slowly transform from businesslike to pure lust as he continued teasing, moving his fingertips in a line tracing the lines the ropes made in my flesh.

“Close your eyes, baby,” Max said.

I glanced down my torso to where he stood. He rested both hands on my ankles and squeezed gently, sliding his palms up to my knees. I let my lids drift closed and gasped when he moved his hands and drifted them along my stomach downward until his thumbs grazed my slick lips. My senses came alive under their contact, with Rick’s touch becoming more urgent, stroking my breasts and tugging at my nipples. After a moment his hot breath hit my neck and his soft lips trailed up along my jaw, finally coming to rest against my mouth.

The sensation of his tongue sinking into my mouth somehow grounded me and I lifted my head to meet him, sucking hungrily at his lips. He tasted like coffee and something a little sweet—honey maybe. I decided I liked kissing him as much as Max.

In the next moment I was grateful for his mouth on mine. Between my legs, Max’s touch became more intense, his fingers stroking harder. I heard a slight rustle as he moved and then his hot mouth was on me, his tongue gloriously licking and sucking at my clit.

I moaned into Rick’s mouth and sucked harder at his tongue. I wanted to move, to clutch at his hair, touch him, but bound down as I was, all I could do was flex my fingers and grip the edge of the table while Max sank his tongue into me and back out, teasing my pierced hood with tight, maddening circles.

My breath came in pants against Rick’s mouth and he pulled away. I opened my eyes for a second, and met his intense gaze peering down at me.

“Let go, Case,” he said and dipped his head lower to my breast.

Max’s hands gripped my thighs while his mouth devoured my pussy. I cried out, my chest heaving, when his sucking lips pulled the climax from me in a long, tortuous flow of ecstasy that seemed to sink through my body from my outer edges to my very center.

Tears streamed down the sides of my face, soaking my hair as he continued sucking and drawing out my orgasm. In the split second after it subsided I heard the sound of rustling clothing and looked down again to see his erect cock free of his pants and aimed at my core.

“Yes,” I murmured and smiled up at him.

He smiled back briefly, his expression becoming filled with nothing but pleasure as his cock sank into me.

Rick kept steadily stroking me, occasionally teasing his fingers just under the tight bite of the ropes where they cut into my softer flesh. Sometimes he would use his tongue on me instead of his fingers, leaving cool stripes of moisture behind each tickling taste.

Max began with slow, even strokes at first, barely moving as my still sore pussy acclimated to him for the second time. I winced at the reminder of the pain from the night before and he paused.

“Still hurt?” he asked.

I nodded. “Don’t stop, please. I love that it hurts.”

Rick’s brow creased above me and he looked at Max then back down at me. “Were you…Jesus, were you a virgin?”

I gasped and closed my eyes when Max pulled out and shoved back into me with a deliberate thrust. My muscles spasmed around him, reawakened by the pressure of his thick length invading my inexperienced depths.

“Y-yes. Oh, God, like that. Do that again!”

Max chuckled and I opened my eyes again. I smiled up at Rick whose expression had taken on an awed, wondering look. “Lucky bastard,” he said.

My eyes stayed fixed on Max, roving over his flexing muscles, now glistening with sweat. Morning sunlight shone off the gleaming steel hoops through his nipples. God, I wanted to do things to him with my mouth. I licked my lips at the thought.

“I think she needs something to occupy her tongue, don’t you, baby?” Max asked.

I nodded, thrilled that he’d seemed to read my mind so easily.

“That can be arranged,” Rick said. He leaned down and kissed me again, letting his lips slide across mine and teasing his tongue out to wet my mouth thoroughly. While his mouth was pressed to mine I heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper descending. He stood up a second later and I turned my head to watch him slip out of his jeans.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him and he seemed to be able to tell how mesmerized I was. God, I’d just seen him a little while ago, but still wanted to just look. He reached one hand out and stroked my cheek gently, while sliding his other palm up along the length of that glorious pink shaft.

“You want a taste, Casey?”

“Yes.”

The edge of the table was the only obstacle, but his hips were high enough above the surface that he could lean over slightly and aim the tip of his cock at my lips. He kept his hand resting gently on my jaw, his thumb on my chin while he guided his cock to my mouth. Max’s steady fucking slowed and then picked up again along with a gentle rubbing at my clit.

Every single one of my senses came alive with the first flick of my tongue along the glistening slit at the tip of Rick’s cock. He was a little bitter like coffee the first time I’d tasted it, but mostly salty-sweet and I lifted my head to wrap my lips further around his tip. The skin was hot and so smooth. I wanted to taste more of him. I slid my tongue around the head, teasing at the underside like Max had shown me the night before, and then sucking gently, wishing for him to feed me more of his hot shaft.

He did, leaning over and bracing one hand on the table behind my head while he slowly lowered his hips toward my face, his cock sliding between my lips bit by bit.

“You just hum if you want me to stop, all right?”

I made an “mhm” sound and tilted my head up to take him deeper. He clutched at the back of my head with his hand.

“Oh Christ, don’t move, honey. Let me do the work.”

I “mhmed” again and relaxed, letting him support my head while he slid out of me and then back into my mouth until I could feel his tip nudging at the back of my throat.

“That’s right. Fuck that pretty mouth of hers,” Max said, speeding up between my thighs.

I moaned around Rick’s cock, overwhelmed by the sensation of Max’s thickness stretching my walls again and the smack of his heavy balls against my sensitive asshole.

His fingers worked my clit more deliberately, fresh zings of pleasure shooting through my body. They became more intense when a pair of hands clutched my breasts. Two different hands, this time. One pair of fingers squeezed harshly, causing delicious spikes of pain to shoot through my nipples. The other was gently teasing, the contrasting sensations sending me into a confusing whirl of pleasure until I wasn’t sure which way was up.

“Holy fuck,” Rick said and his thrusting into my mouth became jerky, suddenly sinking in a little too deep until I gagged and clenched my eyes shut tightly. He abruptly pulled out of my mouth and let out a harsh groan.

I opened my eyes briefly, and he quickly covered them with his hand, but not before I caught a glimpse of his face contorted in pleasure and his other hand rapidly stroking his cock as creamy fluid spurted from the tip, landing hotly on my cheeks and lips.

Max’s movements changed, his thrusting growing more violent. The harsh push of his cock into me, filling me so perfectly and the rub of his piercing along my oversensitized inner nerves made me wish I could wrap my thighs around him and hold him deep. He let out a loud cry and the sensation of his cock pulsing inside was the most erotic thing I’d experienced. He slammed hard into me once more and didn’t move again except for the steady rubbing of my clit. One more tweak of my nipple and my body went soaring again, every nerve ending seemed to explode with my orgasm. I was abstractly grateful for the bindings holding me to the table because I was pretty sure if I hadn’t been tied down, I’d have flown off into space from the pleasure of Max’s wonderful cock filling me while Rick bent and kissed my cum-coated lips.