“What would you like? If you could have your ultimate fantasy played out, right now, with us, what would it be?”
She thought for a moment. Just one? What would her ultimate fantasy be?
“Anything?”
“Anything,” he assured her. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “I’d like to make it come true.”
“Just you?”
He shook his head. “It’s too late for that. I couldn’t lock Mitch and Dylan out now if I wanted to. They’ve already shared in your sexiness.”
“So it’s all of you or none of you?”
His eyes got that wary look in them she’d seen before when he’d first ask her out. As if he were preparing for rejection.
“Good thing I want all of you.” She spoke before he could. It was important he know she wasn’t considering backing out now. “What would you like to do to me?”
“Looks like we got here just in time,” Dylan spoke from the doorway. He and Mitch stepped into the room and shut the door behind them. They both still wore nothing but jeans as well.
She took in the broad shoulders and muscled abs on each of them. Mitch by far had the widest chest. Tanner had the best arms, while Dylan sported an ass that made her want to sink her teeth into it. They were all so different, and yet, each was utterly sexy. She would never be able to pick which one she wanted more. She wanted them all. Good thing they liked to share.
“I know what I’d like to do,” Mitch said. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown as he ran them over her body.
“What’s that?”
“I’d like to bend you over that bed and slip my dick in that sweet ass of yours.” He moaned, and his hand dropped down to cup the bulge of his cock. “I’d make it feel so good.”
She bit her lip as she moaned a little too. “I bet you would.”
He looked startled for a minute. Then grinned. “You like anal sex?”
“Love it.”
“I might just be in love.”
She laughed. Her eyes darted over to Dylan. “What would you like to do?”
His eyes dropped to the cuffs on the dresser briefly before quickly skittering away to land back on her face. Had she not been watching so closely, she might have missed it.
“Anything you want me to.” Dylan grinned at her.
“I’ve always had this fantasy about having sex with a cop.”
“Yeah.” He shifted his stance she suspected to make room for his growing cock.
“He’d cuff my hands behind my back and do a very thorough search of me. Then he’d just have to punish me for being a bad girl.” She licked her lips and turned to include Tanner in the conversation. “Maybe even spank me?” She wiggled where she sat. Her pussy was so fucking wet and now her ass was tingling in anticipation. There was no way she could sit still.
“Holy fucking shit,” Mitch said. “Add a blindfold to all that, and you’ve hit on every single one of our personal fantasies.”
A blindfold? She hadn’t thought of that. But how sexy would it be? To not know who was touching where? To literally be at the mercy of three men who could do anything they wanted to her? Not just three men, these three men. For whatever reason, she was comfortable with them. Felt safe even, like she was free to be and experience whatever she desired. No censure. No judgment. She wasn’t sure she would have been able to find three more perfect men if she’d been looking.
“Yes.” She couldn’t agree fast enough. She wanted it all. “Spank me. Cuff me. Blindfold me. Fuck me. Fuck me anywhere you want, any way you want. Just fuck me now.”
All three men groaned. She watched Dylan and Mitch both reach for the front of their jeans and pop the top buttons. Before she could see any more, Tanner pulled her towards him and took her mouth in a searing kiss that had her toes curling and her arms wrapping around his neck.
He grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back where someone fastened a pair of cuffs around them. These weren’t the ones that had been on the dresser. These were like the ones she kept in her toy box at home. There was fur around the cuffs to protect her wrists and keep the cuffs from hurting her skin.
Tanner pulled back from her, nipping her bottom lip with his teeth. “Mandy Greyson, you’re under arrest for being a very bad girl. You have the right to remain silent.”
“But please don’t,” Mitch interjected.
“Anything you say or moan, can and will be used against you.”
“Or done to you,” Dylan promised.
“Most importantly,” Tanner claimed her attention again. “You have the right to be pleasured. Do you accept these rights?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Tanner’s eyes darkened. “I’m going to bend you over my lap, Mandy. I’m going to pull this towel off of you and lay you so your ass is right where I want it.”
She was breathing fast. Her excitement built with his every word.
“Then I’m going to spank you until your ass blushes a beautiful red under my hand. I’m going to make you come while I do. And when you do, when your cum coats our fingers and tongues, we’re going to put you on this bed and take turns fucking you until you can’t take any more.”
“Oh, God, yes.” Her moan filled the air as she panted with desire. She was lost in the promise in Tanner’s eyes.
Then everything disappeared and darkness took over as a cloth covered her eyes. One of the men tied the material securely behind her head. Her towel was pulled away, and she felt more exposed than she’d ever been in her life. Naked, cuffed, and blindfolded with three men. She was helpless, totally at their mercy. It had her so excited she might come just from the things happening in her imagination.
A hand stroked her outer thigh. One smoothed her hair. Tanner’s voice was a whisper by her right ear. “Ready to burn?”
From his promised spanking? Or from the desire already coursing through her veins? It didn’t matter. She was ready for both. “Yes.”
Chapter Seven
Tanner shifted beside her. Hands gently guided her, easing so she lay across his lap. Her head was at the edge of the bed while her feet lay across the mattress. Her pussy rubbed against the denim of his jeans, and she wiggled a bit, liking the friction the motion created.
A firm slap hit the top of her right cheek, making her cry out with surprise. It had startled her more than anything.
“Be still.” Tanner’s voice was a command, and she ceased her wiggling immediately. His hand smoothed over the spot he’d spanked and lower. He caressed her ass cheeks, even tracing the lower curve where they met with her thighs. Over and over he caressed until she began to relax under his touch.
Smack. He caught the bottom curve of her left cheek and had her crying out. She wanted to wiggle again. Her clit was throbbing with need. If she could just get enough pressure against it, she could come. Wiggling had netted her a firm smack before. Really, that hadn’t been unpleasant at all. She could develop a real taste for it. Which wouldn’t be bad if this was more than a one-night thing.
Tanner’s hand rose and fell again. When he made contact, it brought all of her surface pain receptors alive and sent them screaming. Then it faded to a slow burn that had her ass tingling and the pain melting into a type of pleasure she wanted to keep feeling. It was hard to explain. There was just something about knowing her skin held the print of his hand, as if he was marking her as his. It was incredibly sexy.
She moaned with each fall of his hand. He never spanked the same spot, always igniting new nerves and keeping her on edge. Another smack and a finger pushed inside her pussy, stroking in and out. The hand spanked again. Was it Tanner? Or had one of the other two joined in the fun. She was pretty sure that Tanner’s other hand was the one on the small of her back. Did it really matter? It felt so good. Spank, stroke, moan. It became her entire world in that moment.
Something shifted in front of her. She could feel the vibration of movement. She lifted her head as if that would compensate for the blindfold. Hands fisted in her hair. A slight tug and pull, then she felt the brush of a cock against her lips. She opened with another moan and sucked it in. The head of the cock was the same girth as the shaft. Dylan. She sucked him, working her tongue along his length with every thrust.
It was too much. Her body had never felt so alive, so revved up, and ready to explode. Hell, she might just implode if she didn’t reach orgasm soon. Every part of her seemed to be screaming for it. Even her fingers and toes were tingling. Her nipples were hard points, and she really wished someone would just reach out and give one of them a light pinch and tug. That would surely send her spiraling into the vortex of pleasure she knew awaited her.
The spanking stopped, and Tanner massaged her abused flesh. If anything, it had her focusing on the burn and the way it made her clit pulse and throb.
Dylan pulled his cock free from her mouth. Then there were hands on her, moving her off of Tanner’s lap.
No
. She wanted to come. She was too close.
“Please,” she panted the word. She was so on edge, so eager.
“Shhh,” Tanner whispered to her. “You’re so wet and ready. Dylan’s sheathing up and then he’s going to lie down. We’ll help you get over him, help you slide the juicy pussy all the way down his cock.”
“Yes.” She was nodding her head. She heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper; then the bed dipped. She was more than ready when they guided her to straddle Dylan’s lap. She was at their mercy with her hands still cuffed behind her back. The blindfold even prevented her from seeing where they were. It only served to make her that much hotter.
She hissed with pleasure as the tip of Dylan’s cock found her pussy. She pressed down, eager to feel him inside. Strong hands gripped her hips, helping her keep her balance as she sank lower until she took every inch he had. He flexed his hips up, pressing even deeper, and she moaned. A hand reached around and grabbed her nipple, pinching and tugging.
She exploded, coming with a harsh scream, as everything inside her seemed to spontaneously combust. She fragmented and if not for the hands holding her up, she would have pitched forward in a boneless mess.
“Fuck,” Dylan muttered beneath her. Her pussy was flexing and squeezing his cock, and she hoped it felt as incredible to him as it did to her. His breathing was harsh. She suspected he was fighting to not join her.
They eased her so she lay on top of Dylan’s chest, and she felt him slide his hands around her hips to hold her close to him.
“Easy, honey.” Dylan’s voice was close to her ear. “That’s just the beginning. I should be mad at you for that orgasm. You almost had me going off before I even got the chance to fuck this sweet pussy. And I want to fuck it. I want to fuck it so badly, my cock is twitching.”
His cock flexed inside her, giving truth to his words. She moaned and panted. It had never been this hard to suck air into her lungs. She wasn’t sure she could handle many more orgasms like that one. But she wanted to try. Oh, yes. She was more than willing to try again and again and again.
A slick finger pressed between her ass checks and tapped her anus. She hissed. Not with pain, but with anticipation. Her ass was a little sore from the spanking and still burned a bit. But she loved anal sex. She couldn’t wait to feel a hard cock filling her backdoor. The finger disappeared, and her ass checks were spread open. It was disconcerting, not knowing who was looking at her there. She was completely exposed and helpless to do anything about it.
The cool drizzle of oil hit her skin and trickled down the crease of her ass. Fingers moved to rub it along the pucker of her anus, and one digit pressed inside. She blew out a breath as the finger worked her. One became two, and they scissored and stretched her, leaving her anticipating the cock that was sure to follow.
“Hurry the fuck up.” Dylan groaned and his cock flexed inside her again. “I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back. She’s so fucking hot and tight.”
“She’s ready.” Mitch’s voice sounded behind her. The bed jostled, and she felt the hair on his thighs against hers as he positioned himself behind her. Her ass cheeks were held apart, and she knew it was Tanner holding them.
The crinkle of a condom wrapper and Mitch’s cock was there, pressing for entry. She panted and breathed as he slowly filled her ass. He pumped his hips, pulling back only to slide a little deeper, giving her a little more until she felt the brush of his balls against her ass and knew she held all of him.
Dylan was breathing hard. “She’s tight. So fucking tight. I gotta fuck.”
“Yes.” She was more than ready to have them start fucking her.
“Fuck, yeah. Her sweet little ass is like a vice around my dick. I’m not going to last long. My cock’s ready to blow just being inside her.” Mitch’s groan filled the air.
“Oh, God, just fuck me already,” she begged.
“And now it’s my turn.” Tanner’s voice sounded from her left. Her hair was brushed aside, and he tugged her head just a bit so her cheek was resting on Dylan’s shoulder. “Open up for me, angel. Give me some of that sweet mouth.”
His cock tapped against her lips, and she opened, flicking her tongue out to search for him. He pressed his cock against her lips, and she sucked him in. The head was thick, crowning over his shaft. She licked just under the head, finding and flicking her tongue in that tiny notch that always seemed to be a pleasure point for men.
Tanner’s breath hissed out. “Fuck.”
Yes, she wanted to scream her agreement. Fuck her. Now.
Dylan and Mitch began to move at last. One cock filled her while the other pulled back, never leaving her body, but giving the other cock room to fuck into her. It was slow and easy as they took turns filling her. Dylan slipped one hand up to play with her nipples while the other stayed at her hip.
“Pussy is so good. I want to fuck you forever,” Dylan grunted near her ear.
“No, this ass. Oh God,” Mitch groaned. “This ass is phenomenal. My dick’s never had it so good.”
Mitch had one hand on her shoulder and the other on her cuffed hands. Tanner’s were flexing and tugging at her hair as he fucked her mouth. It was sheer heaven. Everything she’d fantasized about was happening to her. Here in this moment with these three men. She didn’t want it to end. She wanted to live this moment forever.