Caught in the Middle

Cody had been very clear about one thing-he made the rules, and he could break them. That meant where she was concerned he could set whatever limits he wanted, and he’d make sure everyone knew that.

But he still hadn’t told her exactly what he expected of her. How much he expected. Would she have to perform like Sheila and the others? Would he simply give her to one of the men, maybe his friend Mark? The worst part-or the best-was none of it really terrified her or turned her off. From someone who had experienced almost nothing, she was now hungry to taste everything.

Finally, she asked him to tell her outright what he wanted, given the new nature of their relationship.

“We’ll get to that,” he teased. “When the time is right.”

“And when will that be?” Shivers of anticipation skated up and down her spine.

The more they’d talked about it, the more she wanted to be a part of it. Although maybe not all at once. She knew that whatever Cody asked of her, it would ultimately be for her own pleasure. That much he stressed over and over.

He bought her a butt plug, which he inserted every morning, showing her how to replace it during the day if she need to.

Tonight, he decided she was ready for the real thing. ”This will be better than fingers,” he told her, as he arranged her on the bed. “I promise.”

He’d placed her down, arms outstretched, pillows beneath her tummy. After making sure she was okay with it, Cody used silk handkerchiefs to bind her wrists lightly to the headboard. Then he lay down between her widespread thighs.

“I don’t think you can do it when you’re lying down,” she teased him, feeling his shoulders against the insides of her thighs.

“In a minute,” he assured her. “Like a good chef, I have prep work to do first.”

“Oh?”

“Close your eyes,” he told her, “and don’t open them. Not until I tell you to. Okay?”

“All right.” She closed her eyes and sank into the soft covers on the bed.

In a moment, his fingers stroked the lips of her pussy, gathering the moisture already forming there. He opened them slowly and his tongue lapped at her, tasting every bit of her intimate flesh. But teasingly, darting here and there but never touching the places that demanded his attention.

“Please,” she breathed.

“Please what?”

“You know.”

“I want the words, Lanie. You can say them now. Come on.”

“Please…suck my clit.”

“And?” he prompted.

“And fuck me with your tongue.”

He continued licking in concentric circles, always close to those sensitive spots but never quite reaching them.

“What will you do for me if I give you want you want?”

“What do you want?” she asked, barely able to form coherent thoughts. “Not-”

“Not the games the others play. We talked about that, remember? No threesomes without me. No Race to the Orgasm contests for you. You get to decide what feels comfortable.”

“What would feel comfortable right now is for you to get on with this,” she urged him.

“After I get my answer.” He bit one cheek of her buttocks very lightly then soothed it with his tongue.

“Then what?” She wriggled her ass, trying to encourage him to stop tormenting her.

“I want you to do two things for me this Saturday night.”

“What? Just tell me.” She tried controlling her breathing. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

“Be careful what you agree to, sugar.” He gave a quick swipe with his tongue.

“You told me it would be for my pleasure,” she reminded him.

“And for mine.” He blew into her pussy, his warm, breath tickling her throbbing flesh. “I want you to let Sheila suck you off while you sit on my cock.” He nipped at her skin. “I understand from the other women she’s the best at it, and it would really turn me on.” He nipped again. “Not that I need anything more where you’re concerned.”

“And?” She tried to thrust back at him, and he swatted her rear end.

“And I want you to let Mark fuck you while I have my cock in your ass. I’ve shared with Mark my entire adult life, and I can tell you he’s an expert.”

Lanie ran her tongue over her lips. “So, will you expect me to do that all the time?”

He teased at her opening with the tip of a finger. “Only when you want to.” He placed an open-mouthed kiss on her vaginal opening. “We’re exploring new areas of our relationship, Lanie. I think we’re going someplace here, or am I wrong?”

“We’re going to move into murder if you don’t fuck me pretty soon,” she snapped at him.

He laughed. “Answer my question. Am I the only one who thinks we have something going here?”

Her heat thumped. He’d been talking about this a little at a time since the night of the party, but this was the first time he was laying it all out. “No. You’re not.”

“All right, then. We’re still figuring out what we both like. And while I retain the right of possession, I want you to experience everything so you can decide what you do and don’t like.”

And having two men fuck her at the same time aroused her more than she dared tell him. “I’ll do it if you’ll get serious here before I do you some serious damage.”

In answer, he thrust his tongue deep inside her channel, powering it in and out, scraping her delicate walls while his fingers pinched and pulled and tugged on her clit. The orgasm built in her, rushing up from her womb, her pulse throbbing harder and harder. Then he backed off, just as she knew he would. Just as he always did, damn him.

And began all over again. His tongue licked the length of her slit then traced the cleft of her buttocks while his fingers continued to tease and torment her burning clit. She had no idea how much time had passed, only that she was a seething mass of desire that needed satisfaction now! Finally, when she was crazed with lust, she felt the cool touch of lube at her anus and Cody’s fingers working it into her. One finger. Then two. Finally three, rubbing the gel into her dark tissues.

He untied her wrists and pulled her up so she was on her knees, her thighs still spread wide. A shiver of dark anticipation raced through her. She jumped, startled, when a metal wand slid into her vagina and immediately began buzzing.

“This makes it so much better, Lanie.” His voice was hoarse with lust.

He was right. Already fire heated her blood, and the walls of her pussy fluttered against the wand.

“Here we go, sugar.”

He spread the cheeks of her ass with his firm hands, and the tip of his cock pressed against her well-lubed anus. Harder, then harder still.

“Remember how you did it with Mark’s fingers? Breathe in, Lanie, then let it out slowly.”

She did as he told her. Each time she exhaled, his cock penetrated further, until every inch of it was in the clasp of her rectum. Between his penis and the vibrating wand, she had an overwhelming sense of fullness. He was right. This was much better than Mark’s fingers. She pushed back against him, trying to take him even deeper, although she didn’t think it was possible.

Then she couldn’t think it all. Cody set up a steady pace, in and out, his thick penis dragging against her tissues each time he pulled back then sliding into her again. She began to move with him in the rhythm he’d set, back and forth, in and out, the wand sending tremors through her entire body. There was nothing at all except Cody, his thick, heated cock, and the sensations that drove her up and into a place where only lust existed.

It was so much more than she’d ever expected. Even Mark’s fingers and the daily butt plug hadn’t fully prepared her for the riot of sensations that danced like fireflies through her body. Every nerve she owned fired, the muscles in her pussy and her rectum clenched rhythmically, and the orgasm rose up with the roaring of a fire, ready to burst over her.

“Pinch your clit, Lanie,” Cody order, his voice strained with the effort at control. “Do it now.”

She pinched the throbbing nub of flesh and dragged her fingernail over it. And just like that she convulsed. Cody’s release pulsed in her ass, shielded only by a thin layer of latex, and her pussy quivered around the vibrating wand. Jolts of pleasure stabbed through her as she spasmed with bone-shattering intensity. The fire had caught her, and it was burning her alive. If it hadn’t been for Cody’s strong arms wrapped around her middle she was sure she would have come apart completely, flying in a million different directions.

They collapsed on the bed together, oxygen-starved lungs rasping for air, hearts thundering like runaway trains, bodies slick with sweat. Cody managed to reach between her legs and turn off the vibrator, sliding it from her cunt, before collapsing completely. It seemed forever to her before he roused himself and carefully slid his sheathed cock from her ass. She heard him running water in the bathroom. When he returned, he had a warm cloth that he used to gently clean her, wiping away the traces of lube and her orgasm.

Lying down next to her, he rolled her into his arms and cuddled her against his chest, stroking her hair, her shoulders, her back, and trailing light kisses over her face. Finally, he tilted up her chin so he could see her eyes.

“Well?” he asked. “What did you think?”

She knew she was blushing as she answered him, but she didn’t care. “I loved it.”

He brushed his hand lightly over the globes of her buttocks. “You okay down here? Not too sore?”

Against his chest she shook her head. “You were right. Wearing the butt plug helped get me ready.” She paused for the length of one heartbeat. “Cody?”

“Yeah, sugar?”

“When can we do it again?”

He burst out laughing, the sound rumbling through his chest against her. “Don’t tell me I’ve created a monster.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Soon, sugar. Very soon. We have to practise for the weekend.”

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It was Saturday night again. This time, Lanie didn’t ring the doorbell because she was already there, setting out the bowls of condoms, stacking the brand new boxes of toys on the counter, chilling the wine and beer in tubs of ice.

Cody came up behind her as she dumped a box of multicoloured condoms in another bowl, brushed her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck.

“You look like you’re right at home,” he teased.

Her stomach knotted. Was she behaving too settled for him? Taking too much for granted. What he’d said and what he really meant could be two different things.

“Cody, I didn’t mean-”