to the bench and knelt down. “Carrie, you are to listen to Daniel’s instructions as if they were my own, do you understand?”
She couldn’t find her voice but she managed to nod her head. Blinded by the black silk, she had no warning. Suddenly two sets of lips descended on her nipples.
“Oh, God,” she croaked as the sensation of two very different tongues began licking at the taut buds. Each man played with them in different ways, eliciting duel reactions of pleasure from her. She wasn’t able to concentrate on either man, only on the sensations they were driving into her chest and throughout the rest of her body.
Marcus pulled Carrie’s nipple deep into his mouth, flicking it back and forth. Catching it in a gentle grip with his teeth, he pulled, elongating it as much as possible. Her head thrashed back and forth and small whimpers escaped with each pull.
His eyes cut across to Daniel, who was moaning as he swirled his tongue around her entire breast. He was devouring her, enjoying himself just a little too much for Marcus’ peace of mind. What the hell kind of game was Danny-boy playing? If he wanted to piss Marcus off, he was well on the way to succeeding.
When he recognized his irrational possessiveness, he knew it was time to take the next step. Without releasing her painfully hard nipple, Marcus reached up and untied the blindfold. He slowly slid the silk away, letting the fabric drag over her damp, flushed skin. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted on gasping breaths as her head thrashed against the warm leather of the bench.
He bit down harder. “Keep your eyes open, Carrie,” he reprimanded her and then went back to tormenting her tender nipple. He fucking loved the taste of her skin. So smooth, so sweetly Carrie.
Marcus brought his eyes back to Carrie’s and wanted to moan as he encountered those dark brown orbs fixed on the sight of his mouth on her body.
“She’s ready,” Marcus rasped as he broke contact. He picked up the clamps that he’d placed on the carpet beside the bench, ready to give one to Daniel. His friend still had his lips wrapped firmly around Carrie’s nipple, drawing moans of pleasure from her with each suck.
“Dan.” Marcus didn’t raise his voice but the words rapped out with unmistakable demand. Daniel let go slowly with a small pop as her nipple slid free. Silently, Marcus handed over the clamp.
Carrie’s eyes widened at the sight of them. Marcus leaned down and pulled her nipple between his fingers, twisting gently. Daniel followed suit and, with a look to coordinate their timing, they each let a clamp bite into her tender flesh.
Marcus quickly placed his mouth over Carrie’s, inhaling her cry at the sharp bite of pain. Daniel was whispering in her ear, sweet words telling her how the pain would dwindle in a moment, and for her to hold on, the pleasure would be more than she had ever imagined. Marcus’ tongue slid deeper into her mouth, thrusting and stroking until her cries ended and her tongue began dancing with his own.
Breaking the kiss, he looked over at his best friend. He hoped Daniel would never know what the words cost him as he said, “Well, you’re the guest. Where would you like to start?”
He didn’t like the wolfish grin that spread across Daniel’s face.
“Hey, don’t I get a say?” Her small voice broke the tension between him and Daniel.
“Are you questioning me, Carrie?” She met the silver fire in his eyes and shook her head frantically. “No, you don’t get a say,” he answered. “You know what to say if you want out.”
He reminded her of the safe word they’d agreed upon earlier. When he’d asked her for one, she’d opened her mouth and out came the word apple . He was amused as she blushed over the silly word. Maybe she thought it should have been something more interesting or dignified. He’d wanted to reassure that most times the word was kept simple, easy to remember in the heat of passion. Instead
She couldn’t find her voice but she managed to nod her head. Blinded by the black silk, she had no warning. Suddenly two sets of lips descended on her nipples.
“Oh, God,” she croaked as the sensation of two very different tongues began licking at the taut buds. Each man played with them in different ways, eliciting duel reactions of pleasure from her. She wasn’t able to concentrate on either man, only on the sensations they were driving into her chest and throughout the rest of her body.
Marcus pulled Carrie’s nipple deep into his mouth, flicking it back and forth. Catching it in a gentle grip with his teeth, he pulled, elongating it as much as possible. Her head thrashed back and forth and small whimpers escaped with each pull.
His eyes cut across to Daniel, who was moaning as he swirled his tongue around her entire breast. He was devouring her, enjoying himself just a little too much for Marcus’ peace of mind. What the hell kind of game was Danny-boy playing? If he wanted to piss Marcus off, he was well on the way to succeeding.
When he recognized his irrational possessiveness, he knew it was time to take the next step. Without releasing her painfully hard nipple, Marcus reached up and untied the blindfold. He slowly slid the silk away, letting the fabric drag over her damp, flushed skin. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted on gasping breaths as her head thrashed against the warm leather of the bench.
He bit down harder. “Keep your eyes open, Carrie,” he reprimanded her and then went back to tormenting her tender nipple. He fucking loved the taste of her skin. So smooth, so sweetly Carrie.
Marcus brought his eyes back to Carrie’s and wanted to moan as he encountered those dark brown orbs fixed on the sight of his mouth on her body.
“She’s ready,” Marcus rasped as he broke contact. He picked up the clamps that he’d placed on the carpet beside the bench, ready to give one to Daniel. His friend still had his lips wrapped firmly around Carrie’s nipple, drawing moans of pleasure from her with each suck.
“Dan.” Marcus didn’t raise his voice but the words rapped out with unmistakable demand. Daniel let go slowly with a small pop as her nipple slid free. Silently, Marcus handed over the clamp.
Carrie’s eyes widened at the sight of them. Marcus leaned down and pulled her nipple between his fingers, twisting gently. Daniel followed suit and, with a look to coordinate their timing, they each let a clamp bite into her tender flesh.
Marcus quickly placed his mouth over Carrie’s, inhaling her cry at the sharp bite of pain. Daniel was whispering in her ear, sweet words telling her how the pain would dwindle in a moment, and for her to hold on, the pleasure would be more than she had ever imagined. Marcus’ tongue slid deeper into her mouth, thrusting and stroking until her cries ended and her tongue began dancing with his own.
Breaking the kiss, he looked over at his best friend. He hoped Daniel would never know what the words cost him as he said, “Well, you’re the guest. Where would you like to start?”
He didn’t like the wolfish grin that spread across Daniel’s face.
“Hey, don’t I get a say?” Her small voice broke the tension between him and Daniel.
“Are you questioning me, Carrie?” She met the silver fire in his eyes and shook her head frantically. “No, you don’t get a say,” he answered. “You know what to say if you want out.”
He reminded her of the safe word they’d agreed upon earlier. When he’d asked her for one, she’d opened her mouth and out came the word apple . He was amused as she blushed over the silly word. Maybe she thought it should have been something more interesting or dignified. He’d wanted to reassure that most times the word was kept simple, easy to remember in the heat of passion. Instead
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