Double Time
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And lying on the floor made her back ache.
Ethan pulled away and patted Trey’s bare butt. “You can top me anytime, baby.”
Reagan chuckled. Perhaps she’d been seeing a little more in that embrace than was really there.
Ethan headed for the door that led to the entryway. “Help me?” he asked Trey.
The pair left the room and Reagan wondered if they’d forgotten about her until they pushed one of the red loveseats into the room and closed the door.
“I’ve never moved furniture in the nude before,” Trey commented.
“I’ve seen a few mattresses move when you’re in the nude,” Ethan said.
“And the earth,” Reagan added.
Trey turned to look at her. “What are you doing on the floor?”
“Waiting for Ethan to teach me a lesson.”
Ethan grinned. Reagan hadn’t seen him smile like that for over a year. He returned to her side and scooped her up into his arms. “Your lesson will take place over here,” he said and carried her to the sofa. He set her down gently and removed her corset, but left the skintight piece of leather posing as a skirt in place.
It turned out to be a lesson in pleasure. Not that it surprised her. Her men treated her well, but seeing as they were in a dungeon, she was expecting something a little more painful than having her br**sts and ass worshiped by eager hands and mouths. Ethan went snooping around in the dungeon implements and found a blindfold. Reagan scowled when he slipped it over Trey’s eyes.
“Find the cherry,” Ethan said. He applied small spots of Trey’s cherry-flavored, edible lube to Reagan’s skin. Trey used his lips and tongue to find the hidden locations with Ethan’s convoluted instructions of warmer and colder. It took him twenty minutes to find the spot on her shoulder, because Ethan kept redirecting him to her nipple. Another ten minutes to find the spot on her knee, because he kept Trey near the top of her thigh until she couldn’t bear it any longer.
Trey was very thorough in his search and even more so when he finally found his treat. Reagan hoped Ethan put some of that lube on her clit soon. She was on fire and that’s where she wanted Trey’s mouth the most.
Reagan pouted when Ethan coated the head of his c**k with lube and rubbed it over Trey’s lips. Trey’s tongue darted out and he licked Ethan’s swollen head for a solid minute before he hesitated. “I don’t think this is part of Reagan,” Trey said.
“Ethan’s cheating,” Reagan said.
“You’re getting warmer, Trey,” Ethan said.
Trey’s tongue darted out to lick at the flavoring on Ethan’s cock. He was just as thorough on Ethan as he had been on Reagan. Licking and sucking. Rubbing his lips over him first and following that with his tongue. His lips again.
“Warmer.” Ethan sucked in an excited breath as Trey’s lips suckled off what remained of the cherry flavoring by taking the entire head of Ethan’s c**k in his mouth. “Hotter. Hotter. Oh God, you’re hot.”
Trey pulled away. “Reagan gets to pick where she wants it next.”
Catching Ethan’s eye above Trey’s head, Reagan pointed at the heated flesh between her legs. Ethan shook his head.
“That’s where I want it,” she complained.
“You’re being taught a lesson,” Ethan said.
“What kind of lesson?”
“How to take more pleasure than you can possibly stand.”
Well, that didn’t sound so bad.
“Without coming,” he added.
“He’s big into the delayed gratification thing,” Trey commented. “I wonder if he’s ever experienced it.”
Reagan knew he had. She used to ride him for hours and he’d just keep holding back on her until she got completely exasperated with him. “I can’t ever make him come if he doesn’t want to,” Reagan said.
“How could he not want to? That’s the best part,” Trey said.
“Exactly. Must be the alpha male in him.”
“You can make me come, Reagan. I won’t hold back on you,” Trey said.
“Will you make me come too?” Reagan said. “I’m not much into the delay of gratification thing either. I’d rather try for multiple orgasms.”
“Hey,” Ethan protested. “I thought I was running the show here.”
“We just let you think that,” Trey said.
Reagan laughed at the expression on Ethan’s face. He apparently thought this meant he wasn’t going to be involved.
“I think I’ve had enough cherry flavor. Now I want to taste Reagan,” Trey said. Kneeling on the floor beside the loveseat, he searched blindly for Reagan’s thigh and leaned over her body. She opened wide for him—one leg on the back of the sofa, the other on the floor. He kissed and sucked his way up the inside of her thigh. When he reached the wetness between her legs, he sampled it with his tongue, licking her not to bring her pleasure—though it did—but to collect every drop she produced for him. Her eyes drifted closed as she lost herself to sensation. They popped open again when Ethan joined her on the loveseat. He slid his large hands under her ass and lifted her hips off the sofa, kneeling between her legs. She noticed he’d applied a condom. She couldn’t wait to find out what they had in store for her next. Trey was still swirling his tongue in her opening. He followed the raise of her hips without a problem.
“You’re getting colder, Trey,” Ethan said.
Trey suckled his way toward her clit. When he latched on to the sensitive nub, a spasm gripped Reagan’s entire body.
“Now you’re hot,” Ethan said and inched forward until his c**k pressed against Reagan’s quivering pu**y. He slid inside her, his thrusts shallow as Trey was still working her clit with that sensual mouth of his. Ethan ran a hand across Trey’s shoulders and Trey lifted his head so Ethan could plunge deep—once, twice, three times—before he backed off several inches to give Trey room to lick her clit with hard, rapid strokes of his delightful tongue. When the first waves of orgasm washed over her, she cried out in bliss. Ethan rotated his hips, stretching her clenching pu**y in wide circles while she came. The pleasure became too much for her and she grabbed Trey’s hair to pull him away. Ethan plunged deep and then pulled out entirely. He lowered her hips to the sofa again and she lay there shuddering and gasping for air, while he moved to sit at the end of the sofa. She watched Trey sit on Ethan’s lap, his back to Ethan’s belly. Trey took Ethan inside his body, rising and falling over him in obvious bliss. Ethan used both hands to rub Trey’s balls and c**k until Trey’s legs began to tremble. He pulled away unexpectedly and removed Ethan’s condom. Trey sucked Ethan’s c**k for several minutes, while Ethan clung to the sofa cushions with both hands, obviously fighting one hell of an orgasm for all he was worth. Trey applied a new condom and held a hand out to Reagan.
Ethan pulled away and patted Trey’s bare butt. “You can top me anytime, baby.”
Reagan chuckled. Perhaps she’d been seeing a little more in that embrace than was really there.
Ethan headed for the door that led to the entryway. “Help me?” he asked Trey.
The pair left the room and Reagan wondered if they’d forgotten about her until they pushed one of the red loveseats into the room and closed the door.
“I’ve never moved furniture in the nude before,” Trey commented.
“I’ve seen a few mattresses move when you’re in the nude,” Ethan said.
“And the earth,” Reagan added.
Trey turned to look at her. “What are you doing on the floor?”
“Waiting for Ethan to teach me a lesson.”
Ethan grinned. Reagan hadn’t seen him smile like that for over a year. He returned to her side and scooped her up into his arms. “Your lesson will take place over here,” he said and carried her to the sofa. He set her down gently and removed her corset, but left the skintight piece of leather posing as a skirt in place.
It turned out to be a lesson in pleasure. Not that it surprised her. Her men treated her well, but seeing as they were in a dungeon, she was expecting something a little more painful than having her br**sts and ass worshiped by eager hands and mouths. Ethan went snooping around in the dungeon implements and found a blindfold. Reagan scowled when he slipped it over Trey’s eyes.
“Find the cherry,” Ethan said. He applied small spots of Trey’s cherry-flavored, edible lube to Reagan’s skin. Trey used his lips and tongue to find the hidden locations with Ethan’s convoluted instructions of warmer and colder. It took him twenty minutes to find the spot on her shoulder, because Ethan kept redirecting him to her nipple. Another ten minutes to find the spot on her knee, because he kept Trey near the top of her thigh until she couldn’t bear it any longer.
Trey was very thorough in his search and even more so when he finally found his treat. Reagan hoped Ethan put some of that lube on her clit soon. She was on fire and that’s where she wanted Trey’s mouth the most.
Reagan pouted when Ethan coated the head of his c**k with lube and rubbed it over Trey’s lips. Trey’s tongue darted out and he licked Ethan’s swollen head for a solid minute before he hesitated. “I don’t think this is part of Reagan,” Trey said.
“Ethan’s cheating,” Reagan said.
“You’re getting warmer, Trey,” Ethan said.
Trey’s tongue darted out to lick at the flavoring on Ethan’s cock. He was just as thorough on Ethan as he had been on Reagan. Licking and sucking. Rubbing his lips over him first and following that with his tongue. His lips again.
“Warmer.” Ethan sucked in an excited breath as Trey’s lips suckled off what remained of the cherry flavoring by taking the entire head of Ethan’s c**k in his mouth. “Hotter. Hotter. Oh God, you’re hot.”
Trey pulled away. “Reagan gets to pick where she wants it next.”
Catching Ethan’s eye above Trey’s head, Reagan pointed at the heated flesh between her legs. Ethan shook his head.
“That’s where I want it,” she complained.
“You’re being taught a lesson,” Ethan said.
“What kind of lesson?”
“How to take more pleasure than you can possibly stand.”
Well, that didn’t sound so bad.
“Without coming,” he added.
“He’s big into the delayed gratification thing,” Trey commented. “I wonder if he’s ever experienced it.”
Reagan knew he had. She used to ride him for hours and he’d just keep holding back on her until she got completely exasperated with him. “I can’t ever make him come if he doesn’t want to,” Reagan said.
“How could he not want to? That’s the best part,” Trey said.
“Exactly. Must be the alpha male in him.”
“You can make me come, Reagan. I won’t hold back on you,” Trey said.
“Will you make me come too?” Reagan said. “I’m not much into the delay of gratification thing either. I’d rather try for multiple orgasms.”
“Hey,” Ethan protested. “I thought I was running the show here.”
“We just let you think that,” Trey said.
Reagan laughed at the expression on Ethan’s face. He apparently thought this meant he wasn’t going to be involved.
“I think I’ve had enough cherry flavor. Now I want to taste Reagan,” Trey said. Kneeling on the floor beside the loveseat, he searched blindly for Reagan’s thigh and leaned over her body. She opened wide for him—one leg on the back of the sofa, the other on the floor. He kissed and sucked his way up the inside of her thigh. When he reached the wetness between her legs, he sampled it with his tongue, licking her not to bring her pleasure—though it did—but to collect every drop she produced for him. Her eyes drifted closed as she lost herself to sensation. They popped open again when Ethan joined her on the loveseat. He slid his large hands under her ass and lifted her hips off the sofa, kneeling between her legs. She noticed he’d applied a condom. She couldn’t wait to find out what they had in store for her next. Trey was still swirling his tongue in her opening. He followed the raise of her hips without a problem.
“You’re getting colder, Trey,” Ethan said.
Trey suckled his way toward her clit. When he latched on to the sensitive nub, a spasm gripped Reagan’s entire body.
“Now you’re hot,” Ethan said and inched forward until his c**k pressed against Reagan’s quivering pu**y. He slid inside her, his thrusts shallow as Trey was still working her clit with that sensual mouth of his. Ethan ran a hand across Trey’s shoulders and Trey lifted his head so Ethan could plunge deep—once, twice, three times—before he backed off several inches to give Trey room to lick her clit with hard, rapid strokes of his delightful tongue. When the first waves of orgasm washed over her, she cried out in bliss. Ethan rotated his hips, stretching her clenching pu**y in wide circles while she came. The pleasure became too much for her and she grabbed Trey’s hair to pull him away. Ethan plunged deep and then pulled out entirely. He lowered her hips to the sofa again and she lay there shuddering and gasping for air, while he moved to sit at the end of the sofa. She watched Trey sit on Ethan’s lap, his back to Ethan’s belly. Trey took Ethan inside his body, rising and falling over him in obvious bliss. Ethan used both hands to rub Trey’s balls and c**k until Trey’s legs began to tremble. He pulled away unexpectedly and removed Ethan’s condom. Trey sucked Ethan’s c**k for several minutes, while Ethan clung to the sofa cushions with both hands, obviously fighting one hell of an orgasm for all he was worth. Trey applied a new condom and held a hand out to Reagan.
