Laid Bare - Lauren Dane [119]
Again and again, until her body heated with the blood rising to the surface. She wasn’t hurting, just hypersensitive.
Ben against her back, the texture of his jeans as he put his calves just outside hers.
“Shall I make you come?” he asked, licking up the side of her neck to her ear.
She swallowed hard, trying to find words. Instead she managed to nod and he chuckled.
Arching. Her back arched as she pulled against the ropes, toward where Ben knelt behind her.
Struggling against disorientation and loss of balance, until she remembered they’d catch her and she relaxed.
Until Todd shoved her thighs apart and his mouth found her pussy. A desperate moan surfaced as her fists opened and closed, wanting to touch the silk of his hair, to hold him to her.
Wave after glorious wave of pleasure rolled through her, sending her far away from herself even as the ropes, even as Todd’s hands on her thighs, even as Ben’s hands on her arms, kept her anchored.
She was picked up and carried, carefully; placed on a bed, still kneeling.
The blindfold was removed and she saw their actions reflected in the mirror opposite the bed. Tousled, flushed, nipples dark and tight. Wanton and desirable. Desired.
Tears stung her eyes when she found Todd’s gaze. He looked at her as if she were precious and she felt it. Ben’s eyes sparked with his desire for her, his concern and love.
“Not the time for tears,” Todd said, tossing the flogger in the open suitcase. “Just pleasure. Tonight is about us helping you forget the bad and remember the good in your life from now on.”
Ben easily untied the rope, slowly bundling it as he unbound her. She still bore the furrows where it had lain against her skin and she found it beautiful in the same way she found the marks from Todd’s bites beautiful.
When Ben had finished, he put the rope away and each man took a wrist and massaged it where the ropes had gripped. Strong, capable hands on her, making the pain fade.
“Thank you.”
Todd smiled, just the barest lift of one corner of his mouth. “We’re not done yet. Not by a long shot.”
“Oh.”
Ben chuckled and kissed the inside of her wrist.
“Can I touch you?” she asked both of them.
“Yes.” Todd moved closer and she went to his waistband. She got off the bed to remove his clothes and then followed suit with Ben, and at last they all stood naked and her heart raced at the sight.
They turned back to the mirror she’d seen herself in minutes before and she took them in. Tall and masculine, hard lines of jaw, the defined muscle of pecs and biceps. Todd with a bit more hair on his chest than Ben. Ben who stood two inches taller. Beautiful and masterful and all hers.
Still facing the mirror, she took a cock in each hand and gave an experimental pump or two. And lost herself in them once more, trusting they’d catch her if she fell.
Todd had watched her all that day. Had witnessed the slow drain of her vitality and color, but she hadn’t given up. At the dinner with Jeremy and his parents, they’d spoken, albeit haltingly, of Adele. Todd had felt like he truly knew her through it. Felt her loss, or the edge anyway. Erin’s grief was deep; he knew they only saw the briefest outline of it.
He and Ben had decided to exorcise her of the day in the way they knew best, with a little bit of pain and a lot of pleasure. They’d help her lose herself in the sea of endorphins and serotonin and reinforce that they’d be there as her safety chute.
She looked so damned beautiful, her eyes now half-lidded and sex-blurred. Her skin an enticing shade of pink, still marked in places where the rope had held her tightest.
He continued to watch in the mirror as she turned and fell to her knees once more, drawing him and Ben hip to hip.
And then he had to look down as she brought their cocks close and licked and sucked each one and both at once as she could. The sensation of her tongue and hands as his cock slid along Ben’s nearly made Todd lose