Keeping Kaitlyn by Anya Bast

thick fingers in and out of her, creating an odd mixture of sweet sting and deep pleasure. Her body rocked back and forth with Lucas’s movements, the skin of one of her buttocks reddened from Rafian’s hand.
    Rafian put his mouth close to her ear and dipped his hand between her thighs from the front, finding her clit. He pressed and rotated the swollen nub, making her moan. “Come for us, Kaitlyn,” he whispered.
    Her breath shuddered out of her as the pressure of her climax built. He stroked her bud in perfect rhythm with Lucas’s strokes. It burst over her in a wave that stole her breath, her ability to think. Her body shuddered under the force of it, moans ripping from her throat.
    When the waves had passed, Rafian said hoarsely, “I need you, Kaitlyn. We both do.”
    “But not here. On the bed.” Lucas gently scooped her into his arms and stood like she weighed nothing. The three of them went into the bedroom.
    “I want her bound,” said Rafian, taking something from a drawer. It was a long silk tie, which he wound through the head board. “On your back, Kaitlyn, hands above your head.”
    She crawled onto the bed and did as he asked. Neither of the men moved for what felt like a full minute, taking in her long, bare body as she lay there, offering herself to them.
    “You’re beautiful,” Rafian whispered as he secured her wrists above her head and knotted the silk. It was tight, too tight for her to escape, but it didn’t hurt. He slid his hand down her arms and cupped her breasts, drawing his thumbs over the hardened peaks until she moaned.
    Lucas grasped her knees and pushed them up and out, exposing her aching sex for both of them. “She’s pretty, isn’t she, Rafian?”
    Rafian petted her clit with his thumb, which was swollen and sensitive, begging for his touch. t="0Gorgeous. I wonder how many times we can make her come?”
    “I am still in the room you know,” she breathed out, then moaned as Lucas slipped two fingers deep inside her while Rafian caressed her clit. She tensed, pulling against the silk ties.
    “Oh, we know you’re in the room, beautiful,” purred Rafian. “You’re the only important thing in the world to us.”
    Lucas picked up the pace of his thrusts. “You’re dying to have me or Rafian spread your thighs and fuck you until you can’t breathe, isn’t that true? Can you imagine one of us thrusting inside you now? Rafian’s breath hot on your neck, my heated body sliding against yours?”
    “Yes, all of it. I want it all.”
    Rafian climbed off the bed to retrieve something from a drawer. She worried about that for about half a second, right up until the moment Lucas lowered his mouth and sucked her clit between his lips.
    A moan dragged itself from her throat as his masterful tongue slipped over her folds and back up to her clit again. Nestling against the swollen bud, he stroked it back and forth until she bucked against his mouth. The sight of his dark head between her thighs was almost enough to make her come, but Lucas knew how to use his mouth on top of that. Worse, Lucas, just like Rafian, also knew how to withhold an orgasm, building up the pressure until she exploded.
    Pulling the skin away from her bud on either side, he used the tip of his tongue against it to push her right up to the edge of a climax. She moved her hips restlessly, wanting something to fill her, but he pinned her down with powerful hands and continued the torment.
    Rafian's mouth found her breasts and sucked her nipple to a hard little point. Pleasure coursed through her. While Rafian laved each of her nipples to exquisite perfection, Lucas’s tongue teased her until she moaned.
    After Lucas had left her a panting mess, her sex slick from his attentions, Rafian moved between her thighs with something in his hand. Her face felt flushed and her breath was coming hard and fast.
    He and Rafian helped her to turn on her knees, adjusting her ties to allow her to brace herself on the pillows.