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Kellen massaged the insteps of her feet while she pulled herself together. She gulped for air and reminded herself to relax into the ropes. Fighting them only served to exhaust her, but they did cut into her flesh in a most delicious manner if she pulled against them just right.

Still above her head, Owen kept his face buried against her neck, holding her loosely just under her breasts.

“Okay,” she said, when she returned to Earth. “I’m good now.”

Kellen licked his lips. “I’m ready for more too. How are you, Owen?”

He groaned into Lindsey’s neck. “Hard as a fucking rock.”

“Hey, you said you were okay,” Kellen reminded him.

“I was until she came. Her facial expression totally did me in.”

Lindsey’s face flamed. Had she made a stupid O-face? In front of Owen Mitchell? How embarrassing.

“Take her high again,” Owen murmured against her neck. “Just, please hurry this time.”

Kellen released Lindsey’s feet and stretched out on his belly between her wide open thighs again. “You’re just going to have to suffer a while, buddy. This is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted and I’m going to take my time making it cream for me again.”

“If you don’t hurry,” Owen growled, “I’m going to kick your ass. I’ve waited long enough.”

Kellen chuckled at his misery.

“If you suck on my nipples, it will really get my juices flowing,” Lindsey whispered to Owen. She had no idea if it was true. She just really wanted that luscious mouth of his against her tender nipples. The knot on the rope just wasn’t cutting it any longer. Even though it flicked over them in a most distracting fashion, she was ready for a different sensation.

Owen inched lower. As his chest came into view, she couldn’t help but pull against her bindings so she could kiss the hard-muscled flesh before her. He nudged the knotted rope out of his way with his nose and latched onto her nipple, sucking hard. She caught the glinting barbell in his nipple between her teeth and tugged. He groaned.

“I shouldn’t have moved,” he said.

The glorious motion of Kellen’s tongue against Lindsey’s flesh halted as he lifted his head. “That’s not part of our ritual, Owen.”

“Your ritual,” Owen said. He sounded a tad testy.

Lindsey tilted her head back and gazed longingly at the hard ridge in Owen’s jeans. She could almost feel him inside her, rubbing her inner walls. Stretching her. Filling her.

She squirmed excitedly. Kellen latched onto her clit and sucked in rhythmic pulses. Was he intentionally matching the pull of Owen’s mouth on her nipple? The two were in perfect synchrony.

Lindsey was building again. She gasped and shuddered, fighting release this time. Not wanting to come when she was empty inside.

Kellen lifted his head. “She needs you to do your part now,” he said.

Owen moved in a flash. He bounded off the bed, shucked his jeans and was tearing open a condom before Lindsey could comprehend what was happening. Something metallic glinted just beneath the rim of Owen’s swollen cockhead. He carefully unrolled the condom down his length and moved to the end of the bed behind Kellen.

Lindsey lifted her head to try to track their motions, but it pulled a rope at her back uncomfortably so she closed her eyes and relished in the sensation pulled from her quivering flesh by Kellen’s skilled mouth. Without Owen to divide her attention, she was quickly overwhelmed with sensation, mewing in pleasure as another orgasm teased her with promise.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m coming again. I’m…”

Kellen moved aside and Owen took his place. He found her and slid deep with one hard thrust. Her eyes widened in surprise when she felt there was something inside her other than just flesh. Whatever that metallic bead near his cockhead had been felt amazing.

“What is that?” she asked.

“It’s pierced,” he said simply and then he slowly withdrew.

His modification rubbed down her front inner wall. He found a particularly sensitive spot a few inches inside her and she gasped brokenly as the piercing rubbed against it. A devilish smile lit Owen’s devastatingly handsome face and he thrust quick and shallow, rubbing that little spot inside her until she thought she’d go mad. When the first throes of another orgasm gripped her, he thrust deep and held. She stared up at him unable to comprehend what he was doing. When her breathing stilled somewhat, he pulled back to that special spot again and took her with rapid shallow strokes. Rubbing. Rubbing. Rubbing against that perfect spot.

“Oh God, that feels good.”

Owen grinned at her and thrust deep again. She realized he was just as bad as his friend, Kellen. Teasing her within an inch of a mind-blowing orgasm, yet withholding it from her at the last instant. She didn’t know rather to curse them or sing their praises.