Zoe smiled, just a little, so she and Bryan probably hadn't made a secret pact to do away with him.
"We're not going out," she said, dropping her little satchel on the foot of his bed. "If you agree to our proposition, we're staying in."
"Proposition?" He wasn't sure it was possible for a man to croak more foolishly. A proposition meant sex, right? That you'd been forgiven and were about to get lucky?
He looked to Bryan for confirmation but found only a seraphic smile.
"Bryan wants his pound of flesh," Zoe explained, "and he's decided the particular pound he wants belongs to me."
Alex blinked. This didn't sound like what he'd been hoping for. It sounded like Bryan wanted to get horizontal with Zoe.
"Oh," he said, realizing he was in no position to object. Yes, the idea that Bryan wanted Zoe surprised him a bit, but he'd slept with both of them, and he could see this had a certain vengeful symmetry. "I'll, uh, just clear out and leave you two alone."
"No." Bryan's gentle smile broadened. "We've decided we want you to watch."
"To watch?"
"We know that will be hard for you," Zoe said, "given how you like to be in the driver's seat, but I brought something to make it easier."
His jaw dropped when she pulled a pair of shiny handcuffs from her leather bag. Zoe owned handcuffs?
His
Zoe? His face grew hot as he realized she meant to use them on him. Alex had been known to play at bondage, but never, ever on the receiving end.
"You could sit in that chair," she continued, nodding at the nearest one as if she weren't threatening to turn his personal erotic world on its head. "We'd cuff your wrists to the arms and drag it nice and close to us."
His hands had curled into fists. "I can't," he said, though his cock was thickening up enough to put the lie to that.
"You can," Zoe said, sweet and low. "It would wipe the slate clean for all of us. No more recriminations. No hard feelings. I'd really like to, Alex, and so would Bryan. Don't you think he deserves a chance to cheat on you?"
With all the blood surging to his cock, Alex's synapses weren't firing too quickly. "I didn't make Bryan watch," was all he could think to say.
Zoe's smile was as angelically wicked as Bryan's had been. "Maybe you didn't make him watch because you two have different hot buttons."
Alex opened his mouth to argue, but Bryan cut him off.
"Get in the chair," he ordered in his intimidate-the-suspect voice. "Unless you'd rather I do her where you can't see."
A tiny shiver shook Alex's shoulder blades. He didn't want to be handcuffed; didn't want to give up control. But to
not
watch Bryan do Zoe, to
not
see him shove that hard, muscled body into and over her, suddenly seemed worse. Bryan had a hard-on to beat all hardons as he stood there challenging him, his legs planted wide, his eyes glittering like ink in his angry face.
Seeing him, his testosterone on full display, Alex didn't know how he'd kept his hands off him for so long.
He came unsteadily to his feet. "You want me dressed or naked?" he asked as calmly as he could.
"Naked," the conspirators chimed in unison.
"Right," Alex said on a nervous huff. "I don't suppose she could leave those shoes on then…"
For days, Magnus had been listening for the ping in his brain that would say his spell was in play. He'd been expecting it since he'd left Bryan in the bar. Magnus's compulsions weren't known to work slowly, and after a full twenty-four hours had passed, he'd begun to wonder if the thing had really taken root. He'd convinced himself it was for the best if it hadn't. Maybe he'd be better off not seeing Bryan take Zoe, even if it would sate his craving to know how she felt.
And then the mental nudge came at last. Magnus was in his bedroom, fresh from a shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. In three long waves, his cock surged up and tented it.
Evidently, his few last doubts weren't going to take the edge off of his excitement.
He settled onto his back on the bed, wishing he felt more prepared. It would have been more ideal to do this from his secure bunker, but there wasn't time to relocate. The psychic houselights were dimming, ready or not.
"Showtime," he murmured huskily to himself.
He closed his eyes as the metaphorical curtain rose. When he saw what it revealed, he almost opened them again.
There was one more participant in this drama than Magnus had been planning on. Apparently, Bryan had added his own twist to the fuck-her spell.
Bryan wanted in Zoe so badly he was shaking—not just his cock but every inch of him. She was laid out lengthwise on Alex's bed, a feast in pink and cream. Wearing only the high-heeled shoes, she had one knee bent and wagging, while the other draped the edge of the mattress. Aroused but nervous, her fingers played up and down the smooth-shaven thigh she'd raised. The plump folds of her slit were glistening in the little flashes she was giving him. The shoes were enough to crank him up—his tastes running in line with Alex's there—but it was the sight of her wetness that stretched him to the bursting point.
This was trust she was showing him, a friendship he hadn't earned. Her lips were parted with anticipation, the contrast between her lashes and her eyes transforming them to lustrous jewels. Her gaze was fastened on his, telling him more than words could that the next move was up to him.
Of course, it wasn't only her rapt attention that got Bryan going.
The chair they'd handcuffed Alex to was close enough for his shins to touch the bed next to Zoe's leg. The knowledge that he could also see Zoe creaming made Bryan's testicles ache. Even though he'd agreed to go along with this, Bryan still had trouble believing Alex had actually let them restrain him.
"For God's sake," his friend said now, the exclamation hoarse. "You've got me where you want me. Go ahead and take her."
Bryan lifted Zoe's second leg until the sole of that shoe lay on the mattress, too. Then he raised both legs to wrap his waist. Finding the bed too low, he grabbed a pillow for her hips. As he worked it under her, Zoe's hands slid up his arms, her fingers admiring the contours of his muscles. Her palms were warm and a little sweaty. Bryan's lungs began to fill faster as he lowered himself. His chest met the slightly cooler softness of her breasts, and she buried her face in his shoulder.
"You're so thick," she whispered, not an observation likely to calm him. "Please don't go too fast right away."
"Guide me in," he whispered back. "I want to feel your hands on me."
He flinched when she touched his shaft. As ready as he was, the gentle pressure of her fingers was almost too good to stand. A second later, her opening wrapped him in sultry warmth. That steadied him, oddly enough. He might be thick, but he knew his tip was formed for smooth entry—more bullet-shaped than crested. He tried to remember how many times he'd done this: no more than a dozen, he didn't think, but the bliss of it came back quick. As much as he liked men, as much as he needed them, women were a unique pleasure. He pushed, and her flesh gave way, smooth and hot and growing creamier as he eased in.
He found himself wanting to memorize every sensation.
She moaned, gripping his elbows, and he swelled thicker. She was right about him needing to go slow. His teeth gritted at her snugness, his thigh muscles flexing harder to get him in. It must have been a bit of a show. Alex choked out a sound beside him, but Bryan didn't look at him. He was almost there, almost surrounded…
And then he was there, his hipbones grinding greedily against hers.
Zoe made a husky noise and opened her eyes.
"Okay?" Bryan asked, his voice nearly suffocated by how good this felt. Either her pussy was sweeter than other women's or he was going to have to reassess some of his choices.
She smiled at his breathless question, or maybe at the way his cock pulsed wildly in her stretched tissues. "It's better than okay. It's almost perfect."
"Almost?"
"It'll be perfect when you start to move."
The jump his pulse gave damn near did him in. "All right, sweetheart," he said. "I'm gonna start real easy. You tell me when you want to finish, and I'll speed up then."
"I love it slow," she warned him. "With nice, long strokes that last forever."
Bryan gave her what she asked for, dragging out to her brink before pushing slowly, heavily back in. His gentleness didn't surprise her, but his adeptness did. He had a knack for rolling his hips as he entered, shifting the pressure with each inch gained. Zoe's hands were soon fisted on his ropy back. What he was doing was too delicious not to have to fight her own urge to speed things up.
"Tell me when," he panted like he wanted it to be soon.
Rather than give in, she dropped the leg closest to Alex from Bryan's waist, splaying her thigh to give him the clearest possible view of Bryan sliding into her.
Alex made a noise like he'd been kicked, the handcuffs clinking against the chair as he tugged at them. Her pussy tightened at the evidence of his distress.
"Oh-kay," Bryan said, obviously seeing what she was aiming at. "Maybe I
could keep
this up a while longer."
Alex knew he shouldn't have agreed to this. They were trying to kill him, making him watch Bryan take her so slow and long. He knew how much Zoe loved that, and would have known it even if she hadn't begged him to do it at the falls. Her skin was flushed all over, her trembling breasts tipped with rosy spikes.
Bryan's shaft gleamed with her juices, so red it ought to have been steaming. Alex wanted nothing more than to lean close enough to lick it. He fought the cuffs, but it did no good.
Please
, he thought, his cock hard enough to split. Pre-come slid down it in warm trickles, copious and steady, as if his body were as good at getting wet as Zoe's.
Please, God, finish this
.
Zoe heard the chair creak as Alex gripped it in a sudden upsurge of need. Both she and Bryan turned to look. Blood suffused Alex's face, the muscles twisted and sweating with erotic strain. His cock was straining, too, its tip running with desire. He was glaring at them, his eyes hot blue fire.
He looked ready to pull the chair apart.
Maybe it wasn't nice of her to enjoy his suffering, but Zoe's sheath fluttered in reaction, letting down a sluice of moisture that made Bryan gasp.
When he twitched and lengthened, she knew she'd had enough.
"All right," she said, her throat thick with excitement. "You can push me over now."
Magnus expected her to go quickly, but it didn't take more than three hard plunges to trigger Zoe's climax. His cock forgot it wasn't inside her, jerking as she moaned and trying its damnedest to come with her. He could feel Bryan pumping faster, could sense his balls tightening. She was honeyed inside and hot, and Magnus licked his lips at the feel of her. So sweet. So perfect. But Bryan was better at this than he should have been. Magnus knew he had to be seconds from blasting off, but he hung on well enough to increase the pressure on her G-spot. Zoe screamed when she came this time, her thighs clutching like a vise, her pussy flooding him with wetness. Bryan's cock slid faster, slicker, jolts of sensation sparking down his nerves with each contraction of her vagina. He strained for his finish with a hunger magnified to desperation by the fuck-her spell.
He'd die if he couldn't come. Just… plain… die. Lungs that felt like Magnus's sucked in air, but only Bryan's seed jetted like a fountain when Zoe's sex squeezed again.
Bryan's body jammed against Zoe's as if all of him could join his cock.
Me. now
, Alex thought, his brain reduced to its most primitive condition. It repeated the demand as Bryan rolled off Zoe. She looked at Alex, her gaze hot enough to burn, trailing down his body to the evidence of how successfully they'd tormented him. Alex's cock was pounding harder than his heart. He shouldn't have neglected it just because Bryan was mad at him. At the least, he should have jacked off in this morning's shower. Now he was paying the price for his misguided sense of restraint.
Zoe seemed to know it. Her smile was slow enough, and more than devilish enough, for her to have read his mind.
Too bad he didn't think her smile meant relief was near.
"You'll like this next bit," she said, and dug into her black satchel.
"Jesus," Alex swore, though he'd intended to remain silent.
She held a molded "jelly" dildo, bright blue, with tiny bubbles glittering inside. She tapped her pouting lips with it, drawing Bryan's eyes to the thing as surely as Alex's. When she licked it, both men shuddered.
"Eight long inches," she said archly, "but I think we know Bryan is man enough to take that."
That pulled Bryan's gaze to Alex's erection, shining clearly with its own wetness. Alex knew how big he was, how red and angry and stiff. Bryan's breathing had been settling after his explosive climax, but now it reversed course.
"Hm," said Zoe. "I was worried this toy might be a little thick, but the girth looks like a good match, too."
Alex couldn't help himself. He tugged wildly at the handcuffs, a growl rising in his chest his pride couldn't stop. "You are
not
going to make me watch you fuck him with that."
"Why, Alex, you sound possessive."
He growled at her again, but she only smiled.
"You've always been a good sport," she said. "Which is why I know I
am
going to fuck him, and you
are
going to watch."
Magnus groaned as the dildo breached him, the boundaries between him and Bryan blurring as this night went on. Zoe had lubed it, but—by all that was magic—the thing was big. He and Bryan were on hands and knees, their muscles shaking, their throat tight with pleasure and panic mixed. This had been so much easier when they were in charge. Did she know what she was doing? Would she hurt them accidentally? The puckered ring of muscle that stretched around the toy burned with ecstasy. Magnus hadn't had this done to him very often, and never by a neophyte. The opening was incredibly sensitive, jumping and tingling as she slowly pushed past its nerves.