Oh, God, she longed to feel it against her pussy instead of her stomach. To have the hard shaft slide over her softness.
As if sensing her need, he moved, gliding his bulge up and down. Only the thin barrier of her dress and the delicate lace of her panties protected her intimate flesh from the pressure of his thick cock. The hard bulge—covered by the thick, rough denim—ground against her.
Fire blazed inside her.
And every movement pushed her short skirt upward another inch.
The feel of him was intense and her need shot up.
But she panicked.
She turned her head with a jerk, tearing her mouth from his. “No, please.” The words came out a mere whisper.
He gazed down at her. Despite his unwavering confidence, she sensed a hesitation in him.
“Hey, you starting without me?”
She heard Carl’s voice, then realized he was standing in the doorway.
Erik eased back... just a little... his gaze locked on her face, the desire in his eyes still blazing. Then slowly it flickered... and faded... until they were blue pools of hidden emotion.
Still gripping her wrists tightly, he turned to Carl.
“You snooze you lose,” Erik said. “But you’re here now so let’s get this party started.”
Carl stepped into the room. His gaze slid over her and settled on her crotch. She glanced down and realized the hem of her dress had been pushed up high enough that her panties were showing.
She struggled against Erik’s hold in an attempt to pull her dress down and cover herself.
“Let me go,” she begged.
Erik ignored her plea and tugged her from the wall. “What do you think, Carl? Sexy dress?”
Carl nodded. “Oh, yeah.”
“Get over here.”
Carl obeyed.
“Tell me what her breasts feel like,” Erik commanded.
Carl’s big hands cupped them. Then he squeezed.
Oh, God, the feel of his big hands cupping her... the fingers tightening around her roughly... made her faint with need.
“They’re soft.”
“Yeah? Unzip her dress and let’s get a look at them.”
She froze as Carl stepped behind her and pulled down her zipper. The dress immediately slipped from her shoulders. Erik released her wrists and yanked the dress down, dropping it to the floor, then he pulled her forward a step and kicked the dress aside.
“Now the bra.”
“No,” she protested. But Carl already had it unhooked and Erik stripped it away.
She tried to cover her nakedness, but Erik pulled her hands aside, holding them over her head.
“Damn, they’re beautiful.” Carl’s admiring gaze sent sparks flaring inside her.
When his hands covered her again, she had to stop herself from arching against him.
Her emotions were all over the place. She wanted this, but at the same time, she was thrown off by Erik’s totally intimidating masculinity.
He played his role so well.
“Carl, pull out that fucking cock of yours,” Erik demanded.
Carl unzipped his jeans and she watched him reveal his long, hard cock. It was already fully engorged. Red tipped with veins pulsing along the sides.
Erik grasped both her wrists in one hand, then coiled his other hand in her hair and gripped it tightly, then forced her to her knees.
“Push your cock into her mouth. I want to watch her suck it.”
Tears prickled at her eyes at the tightness of Erik’s hold on her hair, but the adrenaline rushing through her, paired with the hormonal rush, had her more turned on than she’d ever thought possible.
As Carl moved close, he glanced at her hand, and she realized he was looking to see if she’d crossed her fingers.
He gazed at her face, and she could see the question in his eyes, so she parted her lips. He smiled and brushed the tip of his cock against her cheek, then pressed it to her mouth. She opened and allowed him to ease inside her.
Oh, God, this was so wildly erotic. One man holding her hair coiled like a rope at the back of her head, the other pushing his big cock into her mouth. His shaft was hot and hard and she squeezed him between her lips as it glided deeper.
“Suck it,” Erik commanded.
She obeyed immediately, sucking the big slab of flesh in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” Carl glided forward and back, filling her a little more each time.
Erik pushed her toward Carl until she took the whole thing down her throat. Then he drew her back, and right off the tip.
“Now suck his balls.”
His hold on her hair loosened and she cupped Carl’s balls in her hand and stroked, then she pushed one into her mouth. He groaned as she suckled him inside.
“I said both of them.”
She pushed the other in her mouth, too. Erik’s hand slipped away from her hair and Carl cupped her head, moaning softly. She licked his balls and squeezed them lightly in her mouth. Then she slid off and wrapped her hand around his cock, then took it inside again.
“Make him come. I want to see him spew in your mouth.”
She bobbed forward, moving on the big shaft in a seductive rhythm. God, she couldn’t believe she had this stranger’s cock in her mouth, and his friend commanding her while he watched her give Carl head.
Carl tensed and she knew it would happen any second. She bobbed faster, squeezing him tight between her lips. He tightened his grip on her head, then groaned. Hot liquid squirted into her mouth and down her throat.
She kept on sucking.
Finally, Carl drew back, his flaccid cock falling from her lips.
Erik grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, then dragged her to the bed. Her pulse skyrocketed in anticipation as he pushed her onto it, expecting him to climb on top of her. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and clamped the handcuff around it, then pulled the cuffs around one of the bars and cuffed her other wrist. He grabbed the rope he’d tossed under the bed earlier—the one they’d used to bind her wrists in the van—and tied her ankles to the footboard, far apart, pulling her legs wide.
He sat on the bed and stared at her breasts. Her nipples peaked at the heat in his eyes.
Oh, God, she wanted him to touch her. To stroke her hard nubs. To take one in his mouth and suckle it.
But instead he just stared.
Then his hand rested on her midriff, below her breasts. It glided downward. His gaze locked on her face and he watched her as his hand approached her panties. She quivered under his touch, goose bumps dancing across her flesh.
When he reached the boundary of her panties, he paused, then glided his fingertips along the elastic.
Then he dipped underneath.
His fingers slid over her flat stomach to the small patch of neatly trimmed hair. Then lower.
She almost gasped as his fingertips glided over her folds.
“Fuck, our little captive is wet. It seems she got turned on sucking you, Carl.”
Carl, sitting on the chair a few feet away, smiled. She could see his cock was already rising again.
Erik stroked her intimate flesh, then slowly dipped inside her slit. She had to stop herself from arching against his hand to drive him deeper.
“You like that?”
She refused to answer, then regretted it as a sly smile crossed his face. Then he tugged down the front of her panties and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue lapped over her clit, then burrowed deep into her flesh.
“Oh, God.” The sensation of him pulsing inside her was driving her insane with need.
“Our little slut likes what I’m doing,” he said, his lips glistening with her juice. “Isn’t that right?” he demanded.
When she refused to answer again, he grasped her hair and tugged it back.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
He smiled in satisfaction and released her hair. Then he pulled out a jack-knife and opened it, the light flashing on the blade. He cut away her panties and shoved them in his pocket.
He dipped down and his mouth covered her again. He licked her several times, then pushed his tongue deep inside her and swirled it around. When she felt two big fingers glide inside her, she moaned.
Carl watched her, stroking his cock.
She longed for it in her mouth again. She wanted to suck something hard and hot.
Erik’s tongue found her clit and pleasure rippled through her. She arched, wanting more.
He swirled and suckled, his fingers pulsing inside her.
“Oh, God. I’m so close.”
He stroked faster as he licked and teased her sensitive bud.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, please,” she whimpered.
Then it happened. A rush of intense pleasure... washing over her... until she moaned with abandon. She arched against his face and he kept finger-fucking her, hard and fast.
The orgasm blasted through her, shattering her hold on reality, until she was floating on ecstatic bliss.
Finally, she collapsed on the bed, his fingers still deep inside her.
Her gaze caught on his and she saw a flicker of satisfaction before his eyes went deadpan again.
“I think our little captive needs to be fucked,” Erik said.
Her breath caught. Oh, yes, she wanted to see Erik’s big cock. To feel it glide inside her. To know what it would be like to be possessed by such a dominating man.
But Erik stepped away from the bed and Carl approached.
His cock was hard as rock now, his hand still wrapped tightly around it. He prowled over her, but he didn’t just push inside her. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her. His lips brushed against hers gently, then his tongue teased with a delicate persuasion. It pulsed into her mouth as he deepened the kiss. She found herself responding to him.
Carl was tender and persuasive, drawing forth a deep need inside her.