Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Gavin rises and backs away from me, along with Hollis. They join Rhys by the wall. I’ve never felt more vulnerable than I do now with three pairs of eyes on me. Or more wanted.
“What do you guys think?” I ask Gavin and Hollis, having my fun too. Finally. Finally. I can have fun in bed, thanks to them.
“I fucking love,” Hollis says.
“You’re perfect,” Gavin rasps out.
But Rhys likes to play. He taps his chin. “Run your hand down the tie,” he instructs.
My chest goes hot as I comply.
“Lean your head back.”
I obey, letting my hair fall down my spine.
“Fuuuuck,” Rhys mutters. But he doesn’t break. “Cup those tits. Want to see you play with yourself, love.”
Heat pools in my core. I cover my tits with my hands, squeezing them, showing them how I touch myself when I’m wearing only my man’s tie.
A rumble seems to climb up his chest as Rhys says, “I think I know what’s missing.”
“What is it?” I ask desperately.
“Gavin, put her on the bed.”
In no time, Gavin tosses me over his shoulder and carries me the short distance to the mattress, then sets me down so my head’s resting on a mountain of pillows.
“Ask her permission to tie her up.”
Gavin climbs onto the bed, settling between my thighs as he pins me with a hot stare. “May I? Tie you to the bed?”
I’m molten. “Yes, please.”
Rhys nods carelessly to Hollis. “Help our friend.”
A few minutes later, Hollis checks the knot above my head. He’s bound my wrists together with a sapphire blue tie—it must be the one they bought together the other day—and pinned them above the pillows and me, tying my wrists together to the headboard.
Rhys and Gavin are fastening my bare ankles to the footboard with more neckties. A pink one, and a cranberry-red one. They move off the bed and stare at me, naked, legs spread, bound.
“That’s how you tie a tie,” Rhys says, approvingly.
I sigh, smiling, eager, horny. “Except…you forgot one thing. What about my eyes?”
54
SOME OF OUR FRIENDS USE BATTERIES
Briar
Everything’s dark. They’ve blindfolded me with Hollis’s sleeping mask. Seductive music beats through my body. Hands slide up my legs. Lips trace my belly. A tongue flicks against the shell of my ear.
I know who’s touching me. But I also don’t. I can tell Rhys’s scent—cedar and spice—as he nibbles on my earlobe, and I can feel Hollis’s strong hands on my thighs, Gavin’s rougher ones on my tits.
But then, everything in my mind scrambles as they move around. And I don’t know who’s doing what. I’m being touched everywhere and I can’t move. All I can do is arch my hips. “Please,” I whimper.
“Ask for it,” Rhys demands, and I catalog that he’s to my left.
“Touch me,” I beg, and the second I say it I expect a mouth on my pussy.
But instead, there’s the slide of a drawer opening. A clatter of plastic. Then Rhys’s instructions. “For you. And you and you,” Rhys says, like he’s handing something to each man.
I shake, so eager, so ready.
Then moan when someone presses a toy to my center. I cant my hips, seeking out the vibrations. “That’s right, baby,” Hollis says, urging me on.
He must be between my thighs. Rhys is stroking my hair. A firm hand kneads my tits.
Lust pulses through my veins as I arch. “More, harder,” I pant.
“Anything for you, baby,” Hollis murmurs as hands roam over me and lips travel on my skin.
Feels like a brand-new toy that he’s using. Maybe a bullet vibrator—I’m not sure. And I don’t honestly care since my thighs clench and I cry out as an orgasm crashes into me.
Hot, fast, and bright.
And so loud. My sounds echo off the walls till I come down.
When Hollis turns off the toy, he brushes a tender kiss to my pussy before he moves away.
Several seconds later, the mattress dips. Men shift. I wait.
“Gonna fuck you with this toy,” Gavin tells me, and I try to catch my breath. I barely can since he’s turned it on and the buzzing sound is loud, a promise of a powerful orgasm. He rubs the head of a silicone cock against me.
I rock up into the new toy as Gavin works it over on me. Hollis returns to my side, his fresh, soapy scent floating past me as Rhys kneads my breasts.
“Feels so good,” I murmur as Gavin fucks me with the toy.
I’m shaking, shuddering, and they’re all murmuring words like “yes” and “so sexy” and “look at you” and it’s the perfect amount of praise—not too much, not too little. Just right.
They’re not treating me like I’ve been perfectly cured of my O drought, but like they know sometimes a night just calls for extra friends that require batteries.
Gavin hits me so deep with the dildo that my brain just melts. “Yes!”