Authors: Lacey Thorn
Tags: #Multiple Partner Contemporary Erotic Romance
“Yes,” she agreed.
“I’m going to spank you with my hand,” Charlie continued. His fingers disappeared from her nipple. “I’m going to let you feel how good it can be.” His hand returned with a sharp slap over her nipple.
It tingled, and she cried out. Not with pain, though, there was a slight edge to it. Lust fired her blood and had her wiggling as much as her bonds allowed. Dasan popped her nipple free and blew over it, making it pucker further. Sam ran his tongue up her slit and flicked it around her clit.
“Mmmmmm,” he moaned, pressing his lips against her, so the sound worked like a vibrator along her clit.
“You like that?” Charlie asked. “Like the way we touch you?”
“Yes,” she cried out.
Dasan bit softly at her nipple before lifting and blowing across it again. “You like the feel of my teeth? Does my bite make you hot? Wet?”
Sam moved his mouth down to her opening and thrust his tongue deep. Her lips were spread apart, and she felt the sharp tap of fingers against her clit. Charlie.
“Ahhhhh,” she cried out at the contact. He did it again.
“Do you like that? Does it feel good?” Tap. Tap. Tap.
She was panting, crying out with every touch. Orgasm hovered just out of her reach.
“I want…I need…” She panted out the words, but left them dangling. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, what she needed, just that it was more.
“What?” Dasan demanded to know. “What do you need? Tell us, and we’ll give it to you.”
“Do you want to see us? Touch us?” Charlie taunted her with what she couldn’t have.
“Yes! I want to touch you! See you!” She almost screamed at them.
“Who’s in charge?” Dasan probed. “Who controls what happens here?”
“Who, Tara? Who decides how you’re touched? Where you’re touched?” Charlie demanded the answer from her.
“Who?” He was practically yelling at her.
“I do!” she screamed.
He bent and kissed her softly on the lips. “Yes,” he crooned in her ear. “You decide. You have all the power here. Anything you want. Just tell us.”
“Take my blindfold off,” she whispered and held her breath as he untied it and pulled it from her face. She blinked several times, adjusting to light she’d found dim at best when she’d first entered the room. “Charlie.”
“I’m right here, Tara.”
“Kiss me,” she commanded.
He took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside and exploring every nook and cranny. She rubbed hers against his, stroking and fighting him for dominance.
“I want to touch you,” she groaned. “Untie my hands.”
He made quick work of the bindings, rubbing her uninjured wrists as he untied them. “I like you tied to my bed,” he told her. “I’m going to try and talk you into it again and again.”
She smiled, reached up and tugged him down for another kiss. “Will you let me tie you up?”
He looked surprised for a moment then grinned. “If you like.”
“I think I’d like that very much,” she purred.
Dasan moved to her other side, and she leaned up to kiss him. He was soft and gentle, but she was no less breathless when she pulled away to pant for breath.
Sam had thrust two fingers in her pussy and was fucking her while he tongued her clit. She jerked against him, wanting to lift her knees and spread them wider to give him better access.
“Untie me,” she commanded.
Dasan and Charlie each slid from the bed and moved to her feet. She reached for Sam’s head and held him to her as they released her final bonds. She was free, free to do as she wanted. She rode Sam’s fingers and mouth to orgasm, crying out her release as he lapped at her.
“What do you want now?” Dasan asked her.
With no hesitation, she answered. “I want to fuck.”
Sam had come up on his knees between her sprawled thighs. She rose up and tugged him down on top of her. He let her guide him until he rested on his back beneath her. She ground her wet pussy over his cock, teasing them both.
“I’m going to ride you, fuck you until you come inside me.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Sam groaned, lifting his hips into her.
She glanced back over her shoulder. Her eyes dropped to Charlie’s cock, shot over to Dasan’s, then bounced up to lock with Charlie’s gaze.
“I want your cock buried in my ass. I want you to fuck me until I scream your name.”
Charlie’s smile was slow and wicked as he nodded his acceptance.
“And where do you want my cock?” Dasan asked. His fingers were wrapped around the thick stalk, stroking from tip to balls and back up again.
“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, wiggling over Sam’s cock. “I want you right here,” she purred and rubbed her finger over her bottom lip. “I want to lick you, suck you, taste you.”
“I think I can manage that,” he promised and walked toward the head of the bed.
Charlie mounted the bed behind her. His touch was a bit rough. One palm slapped her ass while the other wrapped around to cup her breast. He gave the mound a squeeze, giving ample attention to her nipple. His mouth dropped to her shoulder, and he bit her lightly. She ground her ass against his hard cock.
“You were made to be loved,” he purred in her ear. “Made to take our cocks and milk every drop of cum from them.”
“Yesss,” she groaned in agreement.
He gave her a little shove, and she went down to Sam’s chest, her hands bracing outside his wide shoulders.
“Let me have that mouth before Dasan steals it,” Sam commanded.
Sam stole her breath while Charlie fingered her ass. She knew Dasan was just waiting for them to get positioned, for her to have both cocks buried deep inside. Then he would join them and let her feast on his dick.
Charlie was right. She had been made for this, for them. She’d always loved sex, but nothing had ever compared to what she experienced with them.
She felt oil trickle over her, coating the seam of her ass. Charlie worked his slick fingers into her, lubing her for penetration.
“Mmmmmmm,” she groaned.
Sam’s lips were on her neck, his hands at her breasts. Charlie’s cock pressed against her anus. Dasan stood beside the bed, still stroking his cock. They were hers, all hers, and she didn’t plan to share them with anyone else. She was staking a claim, one she meant to keep for as long as they allowed.
“Fuck me,” she ordered, and they obeyed.
One hard thrust had Charlie breaching her anus, his cock surging past the tight ring of muscle and burying balls deep. He pulled out and thrust again before gripping her hips and holding still.
“Get your cock in, Sam,” he groaned. “It’s taking all I have not to ride her ass right now.”
Sam groaned and reached his hands down. Knuckles brushed over her stomach as he slipped them lower. One gripped his dick while the other spread her pussy. She was already wet with the juice from her earlier orgasm, and he lodged easily at her portal. He pressed up, and they all groaned as he fought his way inside inch by inch.
She was full, so full, yet something was missing. Or someone. Dasan. She glanced his way, lifting her head up and opening her mouth.
He needed no further invitation. His knees hit the mattress, and he moved forward on them until his cock was just above her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked him in. Charlie began fucking her ass, and Sam matched him stroke for stroke. Moans and groans filled the air along with the wet sounds of slapping flesh.
She felt like a goddess in that moment, or perhaps like a woman well loved.
With a grunt, Charlie pulled out of her ass. She cried out at the loss, the sound diminished by Dasan’s cock pumping in her mouth.
“Not yet, baby,” Charlie told her. “When I come, I want to be buried in your hot little pussy.”
“I’d like to feel that pussy on my cock too,” Dasan agreed.
Charlie slipped out of the room, and she heard water running.
Sam flipped her over to her back and began a hard, fast pace. He fucked her mercilessly, and she loved it.
“Lift your legs up,” he suggested. “Wrap them around me.”
She did as he wanted and enjoyed the way he went even deeper inside her. She lifted her arms to grip his shoulders and surged up to meet every thrust. She didn’t know where Dasan or Charlie was at the moment. She focused solely on Sam and how he was making her feel.
“Harder,” she moaned. “Oh, God, yes. Just like that.” She arched her back, dropping her head to the mattress while her breasts lifted to rub against his chest. “Oh, Sam. Sam! Yes! Sam!” She cried his name as she came.
He pumped faster and joined her with a roar. She could feel the liquid heat of his semen as he came inside her. They were both sweaty, but she still clung to him as he dropped to rest atop her chest.
“I could get used to having you just like this, every day,” Sam murmured.
“I could too,” she replied.
He gave her a hungry kiss that belied the fact their lovemaking was complete. With a groan, he pulled away, his cock tugging free of the tight clasp of her cunt and leaving her empty. Lucky for her Dasan and Charlie were there.
“Shift to your hands and knees, baby,” Charlie urged, and she rolled over to comply. He tugged, helping her, so she was positioned sideways on the bed. His cock bobbed in front of her, and she opened wide to accept it. He smelled of whatever soap he’d used to cleanse himself after he’d pulled out of her ass, and she licked him from balls to crown.
The bed dipped behind her as Dasan joined them. She felt his cock tap her ass while he urged her thighs wider with his hands. Then he was plunging hard and deep, making her cry out.
Charlie gripped her hair and fed her his cock inch by inch until she couldn’t hold back the reflex to gag. He marked her threshold with his fingers and began a slow fuck of her mouth. She sucked and licked every inch she could while Dasan fucked her pussy.
“So good,” Dasan panted. “Pussy feels like it was made for my cock. Love how you feel.” He smacked her lightly on the ass.
“My cock’s never had it so good,” Charlie stated.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned around his shaft. She sneaked one hand up to cup his balls and give them a squeeze. She pressed her forefinger against the flesh at the base of his taut sac and rubbed back and forth.
“Ahhhhhh.” It was Charlie’s turn to groan. He fucked a little faster. Then forced himself to slow down before giving in and speeding up again. She wanted to taste him on her tongue, to feel the splash of his seed on the roof of her mouth.
“Oh, yeah,” Dasan panted. “I’m going to come, honey. Going to fill you up with my cum.”
Charlie pulled his cock free and stepped back. Dasan pounded his cock into her. One hand wrapped around her waist to hold her to him while he rode. The other clasped her hip. She used her hands to grip the edge of the mattress and hold tight. She wanted to slip a hand down, rub her clit, but was afraid to let go.
Then Dasan jerked behind her, slowed his pace. Still going deep, still thrusting hard, but easing the furious pace he’d been setting. The hand at her waist slipped around and down to cradle the juncture of her thighs. Two fingers found and caressed her clit.
“Come with me,” he whispered by her ear.
She was surrounded by him, filled with him, and it was easy to give him what he wanted. With a cry, she came, her pussy contracting around him and doing its best to hold him in. He thrust and withdrew, fucking through her orgasm as he worked on reaching his. When he joined her, it was her name he panted in her ear. She turned her head and found his mouth with hers. Just a brush of lips repeated as they both gasped.
They stayed locked together, him resting against her back, for a long moment. Then Dasan rose up behind her. His hand rubbed over her ass, caressing her before he pulled free, leaving her empty again. She glanced back at him and smiled. A woman could get used to this much pleasure. And there was still more to come.
She rolled over, collapsing onto her back, and looked up at Charlie.
“Top or bottom?” he asked with a grin.
“Maybe we should see how good I am at riding?” she offered and patted the bed. She swung her legs and turned, so she lay lengthwise on the bed, making room for him beside her.
“True. You are with three cowboys. Riding is very important.”
She grinned. As soon as he was sprawled on the mattress, she rose, lifting one leg over him, so she sat on the top of his thighs. She gripped his cock with one hand and pumped it along her palm. Charlie groaned and thrust up into her fingers.
“You like that,” she purred.
“You know I do,” he groaned.
She lifted her hips and used her fingers to guide his cock to her opening. He slid in easily, and she sank down until her groin pressed against his. She shifted her hips back toward his feet then pumped them forward again. Then she lifted and lowered. Back, forth. Up, down, in a rhythm guaranteed to drive them both wild.
She raised her hands to grab her breasts, cupping the globes and working her fingers to pinch and tug on her nipples.
Charlie groaned. “I want to suck them.”
She dropped over him, hands braced above his shoulders, so her breast dangled above his mouth. He caught one with his teeth and tugged before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. She moaned and picked up her pace, making sure her clit brushed against him with every stroke. It was so good, amazing really. She should have been exhausted by this point. She’d just been with not one, but two other lovers. But it was as if each of them awakened a wanton in her, hungry, insatiable.
“Your cock feels so good,” she sighed. “I could ride you for hours.”
“Let’s talk days, years, lifetimes,” he replied.
She met his eyes and slowly nodded. “I’d like to try that.”
He sat up so fast he almost knocked her off. His arms wrapped around her waist and held her steady. “Are you serious? You’re not just saying that in the heat of the moment, are you?”
Dasan and Sam both stood to attention at the sides of the bed, waiting for her answer.
She shook her head. “It’s not a heat of the moment kind of thing. It’s a ‘I’m scared, a little unsure, but maybe, possibly, falling a little in love, with all of you’ thing.”