it was okay to fuck someone else. And she’d agreed.
What if that meant… He swallowed hard, the barbed wire tightening until his balls felt like they were about to drop off. What if she didn’t love him? What if when this was over, she wanted to have more threesomes, to force him to watch her fuck other men? Or worse, what if she stopped inviting him to join in?
Shit! What had he done?
A cold worm crawled through his intestines. A worm wearing razor-sharp spikes that ripped his guts apart as he remembered their agreement. After the first time they’d made love, he’d insisted there be no long-term attachments. That either one of them could walk away any time. And she’d agreed. Except, when he should have been clearing the mountains of paperwork he faced every day, he’d found himself fantasizing about fucking her on the desk, on the floor, against the wall. No, he amended, not fucking her, loving her.
“See okay there, buddy?”
Pulled from considering the ramifications of this revelation, Mark glanced over at Sam. Who smirked.
Is that what this was about? Did Sam realize that he loved Jodi before even he did? Was he trying to force Mark to get jealous? To acknowledge that Jodi was his and his alone? Knowing Sam, he’d never live that down.
“Ol’ buddy?” Sam asked again, tilting his head toward the big screens. “You see okay?”
There in living Technicolor, larger than life, Jodi’s ass filled the screen. The bright red butt plug a perfect target for Sam’s goddamned cock.
His already-erect cock jerked as if trying to punch through the fly. Say no! it screamed. Stop this.
Sweat dripped down Mark’s temples and his arms shook as they strained against the restraints. His mouth opened, wanting to tell them to stop. But the words stuck in his throat, tangled in the wire that ensnared his whole body.
What if she doesn’t love me? How pathetic would that be?
Jodi stared at the flat-screen image as Sam’s condom-covered cock bobbed into view. Watched it slide across her glistening swollen folds, watched as it buried itself into the dark pink opening stretching her drum-tight. Between the pressure of the plug up her ass and him stretching her pussy, she could feel every beat of his heart in the head of his cock.
A slow exhalation was followed by a moan as he began the gentle push and pull, exciting every inch of her, inside and out. “It’s like a fucking velvet glove’s wrapped around my dick.”
Sam’s fingers tightened on her hips as he began to rock into her, his movement quickly changing to a pounding rhythm. He reached around her front, one hand giving a nipple clamp a wicked tug, a movement that streaked to her core. The nipple clamps brushed the bulge in Mark’s jean with each thrust of Sam’s hips. Mark’s hips pumped as if he were fucking her too.
Imagining freeing his cock, sucking it while Sam plowed into her drove her up to the edge of the abyss and pushed her over. Her hips bucked as her orgasm ripped through her in a wildfire of sensation.
“Not-done-yet.” Sam groaned.
He slammed into her, burying himself to his balls, each time his stomach pressed against the butt plug, moving it just enough to drive her wild. If it was possible his cock thickened and pushed even deeper, stretching her until she thought she would burst.
When he stiffened and shouted, his hot stream of come pulsing hard inside her set off yet another firestorm. She shuddered through her orgasm, unable to gather breath enough to moan.
Sam caught her just before she collapsed onto Mark’s lap, eased his cock from her body. “Damn, woman, I didn’t want to come that soon.”
“Come on, Sam. Let me free. I’ve got the mother of all hard-ons-my dick’s hurtin’ real bad here.” Mark spoke through gritted teeth. Jodi opened her eyes and saw flames in the back of Mark’s eyes, flames of lust, flames of fury.
A trickle of fear grew in her belly, tightening her diaphragm and driving the breath from her.
Had she made a mistake agreeing to Sam’s plan? Mark was the one who had arranged this. Hadn’t that been what he’d wanted all along? Shit, had she blown their relationship? Did he see her now only as a whore? Or was that what he thought of her in the first place to suggest this whole scenario? Could she convince him she wanted him more than anyone else?
Sam gestured with his head toward Mark. “All right, sweet pea, unzip loverboy’s jeans. But that’s all you’re to do.”
Seeing heat flash in Mark’s eyes, she fumbled with his zipper. Yeah, she’d blown it. And the man she loved now despised her.
“Undo the restraints, Jodi,” Mark ordered quietly so Sam couldn’t hear.
If she let him go now, would he walk away? Not only from the bed and the room but from her?
She licked her top lip when she saw his engorged cock outlined by the dark fabric of his jockeys. A glance over her shoulder showed a bare-assed Sam fiddling with his computer, not paying any attention to what she was doing.
Her hands snaked around Mark’s hips, and drew his pants down to his knees. His underwear quickly followed suit. She shoved her hands under his ass and grabbed his buttocks while she licked the taut, satiny head. In a violent motion his hips arched up, shoved his cock through her lips until it touched her throat. God, he tasted so good! This felt so right. Wildly desperate, her nails dug into his ass, her mouth sucking, needing to make him come deep in her throat, needing to taste him.
The mattress dipped behind her. Fingers parted her labia and started playing with her clit. They moved expertly, pressing against her most sensitive areas, driving her wild with need. When two fingers penetrated her and stroked deep inside, she struggled to match the rhythm she knew Mark loved, needed.
Please don’t pull me away, she silently pleaded to Sam.
Except Sam didn’t hear her silent entreaty. Instead he withdrew his fingers and grasped her hips. Stopped her motion. Mark cursed volubly when Sam pulled her away.
“No,” she moaned. “Please, Sam, I want to do this for Mark. I need him.”
Sam leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear. “Then ride him, sweet pea.”
Before Sam could retract his suggestion, Jodi swung her leg over Mark and sheathed him in one movement. She braced herself on his shoulders and rotated her hips, grinding his cock deep against her womb. All memory of Sam lost, she merged herself with Mark, their bodies moving in a sinuous dance. Just as she was climbing the final peak, she felt a hand on her shoulder, pressing her toward Mark.
“Let him suck those luscious tits,” Sam instructed.
“How am I supposed to suck them with these on?” Mark snagged one leather tassel in his teeth and growled. The pressure from the clamp pulled on her nipple, sending a bolt of lightning into her core.
Chuckling, Sam removed the nipple clamps and dropped them on the bed beside her. Mark laved the tender peaks. The soothing gesture was at odds to the fierce expression in his eyes; the soft words he murmured defied the bunched muscles in his arms and shoulders that threatened violence.
Sam said something but her mind was in such a whirl from Mark’s attentions that she didn’t hear. This-this was what she wanted. The two of them so close together she’d lost track of where she stopped and he began.
She was pulled from the brink when Sam pulled the butt plug out in a smooth movement.
His broad hand pressed against the back of her neck, laying her flat over Mark. “Don’t worry, sweet pea, you can keep lovin’ your man there. I’m just fixin’ to perform item number seven on your list.”
Her mind whirled, her thoughts a morass. What was item seven?
Oh shit! She’d said she wanted to have two men inside her at the same time. Did she want that? Should she tell him no? She buried her head in the crook of Mark’s neck. What would it be like to feel another cock warming her, caressing her in both places at the same time? Of course she wanted to try this. Look how empty she’d felt when he’d removed the butt plug. And she might never get another chance. She consciously relaxed against Mark and murmured, “All right.”
Thick fingers smeared cool gel over her ass and she felt that broad head nudge her tender opening. In a smooth movement, he pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of her anus.
“Shit, Mark, she’s so fuckin’ tight.” Sam groaned as he thrust into her deeper.
In an unconscious protest, she whimpered as Sam continued his relentless assault.
