Captive Ride(37)

“That’s it. You’re doing so good, Little Red.” Easy whispers hoarse encouragement from his chair. I glance over and see his glittery eyes roving everywhere, over Michigan’s entry between my legs, his dark head on my breasts, my face. He takes everything in. His hand is fisted around his thick penis, the head of it is dusky red. I watch as his large hand engulfs his penis and then lowers to the base only to rise and squeeze the top.

The distraction of Easy pleasuring himself ignites my own passion and I stretch wide enough to take Michigan in all the way to the root.

“You okay?” Michigan rasps.

I nod, dry-mouthed and anxious but he moves so slow as he retreats and even slower still as he reenters me. There’s still not pain and I relax, smiling for the first time.

“Yes, I’m okay. It feels…full.”

“But no pain?”

“No, no pain.”

“Good.” He grits his teeth and this time his thrust forward has power. I felt a jolt travel from between my legs up to my eyelids.

“Oh my God,” I squeak.

“Shit. What? Did I hurt you?” He pulls out almost all the way and Easy rushes over, abandoning his activity.

“No,” I laugh softly. If I needed reassurance this is it. These two would never allow harm to come to me, not through their hands or anyone else’s. “No, nothing hurt. It just felt really good.”

I tug Michigan by his shoulders back down to me, taking the initiative for the first time. The leather rubs across his skin, weighing down my wrists.

“Make me feel good again,” I whisper with more courage than I thought I had in me. Michigan’s eyes flare and Easy laughs huskily while retaking his chair.

“I never want to hurt you.” Michigan’s voice vibrates with emotion and I realize I’m not the only one who needs encouragement.

“I know, baby.” I test out the endearment. His response is a broad, wonderful smile. I can tell he doesn’t often smile and I’m blown away by its beauty and sincerity. “Take me,” I plead.

“I will.” The husky promise sends shivers down my spine.

He pushes back inside me and this time I close my eyes and savor the sensation. His hair-roughened legs scrape the insides of my thighs. His chest rubs against my tender peaks. One hand is clamped around my hips while the other braces his entire body above me.

Inside, I can feel the individual ridges of his penis as he shuttles in and out of my body. The dark eroticism of being taken by this man while being watched by another builds an excitement inside me I can’t contain. I clutch Michigan to me, clinging like a wet leaf to his frame as he plunges into me again and again. Each pass seems to hit new nerve endings, new pleasure portals. I can’t catch my breath. Michigan is taking it all from me until he lowers his mouth over mine and gives me life again.

He spreads my legs wider, kisses me ferociously with his tongue and slams into me repeatedly until I can’t hold onto this realm anymore. I spin out of my head, my eyes shuttering and I can see only a medley of colors and can hear only the harsh panting of our mutual breathless climb over the edge of the cliff.

Michigan pumps against me, once, twice and then the hot jets of his come spill inside my sex.

“Fuck, yes!” he shouts and the grip on my hip turns almost bruising under his tight embrace. I love it. I hope I wear the signs of his possession and Easy’s for a long time.

Michigan pauses and kisses me again, this time with tenderness. Our kiss is long and leisurely and we caress each other in giddy repletion.

All too soon, he leaves me, pulling away and leaving behind a trail of sticky liquid as he withdraws. “Be back in a minute, sweetheart.” He gives my face a rough caress and then walks off through a nearby door.

“Do you need some time to rest, Little Red?” Easy says.

I move my legs experimentally. “No, I’m still in one piece.”

“But no longer a virgin.” He grins.

His smile is contagious and I can’t help but respond to his good humor. “No, I’m not.” A thought occurs. “Are you upset that it was Michigan?”

“Not at all.” He rises from his chair to bend over my supine body. With the hand that he had used to rub himself, he reaches between my legs but doesn’t stop at my opening. Instead he moves backward and presses the tip of his finger inside my butt! “I’m going to be the first one to fuck you here. We’re both going to enjoy the hell out of it, I promise you that.”

He removes his finger and then leans down to kiss the shock off my face. I’m dazed by his words and by his taste and then the feel of his large frame pressing down on my own. I hear something slap Easy and when I peer over his back I see it’s a washcloth. Easy swipes it from his back and places it between my legs. He cleans me off and then tosses the soiled cloth on the floor.