Elemental Pleasure (13 page)

Casting a suspicious glance at Preston, Lance sighed and took a seat in the straight-backed chair. He folded his arms.

“Carly?” Preston handed her some leather straps.

“Me?”

Preston smiled. “This is for you. Put them around his ankles.”

Kneeling at Lance’s feet, she strapped his ankles to the chair legs. Propping her chin on his knee, she watched as Preston wrapped the smooth nylon rope three times around Lance’s waist and chest, binding him to the chair. When Preston was finished, he stood.

“That’s it?” Carly asked.

“You want more?” Preston countered.

“His hands are free.”

“I’m fine with that.” Lance traced her cheek with his knuckle.

“We’ll need his hands,
” Preston said.

Keeping her chin on Lance’s knee, she looked up at the other man. “How is it that we’re both naked and you’re still dressed?”

“You’re hardly naked,” Preston said, drawing her up. “But we can remedy that.”

Preston positioned them so their sides faced Lance, giving him an excellent view as she helped him undress. When his dress shirt and vest were heaped on the floor, she dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt before sliding his pants down his hips. His boxer briefs were tight, the ridge of his cock visible. She reached for the waistband, but he pushed her hands away.

“No, I’ll keep these on. Maybe it will help my self control.”

“What exactly
are we doing?” Lance asked.

Instead of replying,
Preston drew Carly
to her feet and in quick, confident movements unfastened her bra and pushed her panties down her hips. She stepped out of them, suddenly a little shy. Now that she’d accepted these men would be with her for the rest of her life, it was nerve-wracking to stand before them naked. What if they didn’t like what they saw? What if she wasn’t the type of woman they were normally attracted to?

Those thoughts fled as Preston urged her onto Lance’s lap. Her legs
were
spread on either side of
him, her already wet pussy open
and close enough to his cock that her lower body clenched. She smiled tentatively at Lance, resting her hands on the smooth skin of his muscled shoulders.

Lance wasted no time taking advantage of his unbound hands. He pinched one nipple, while his other hand ventured into the wet folds of her sex. Carly grasped his arms tighter, shivering at the first jolts of pleasure produced by his finger brushing her clit.

“Hold Carly still, Lance.”

Lance’s hand slid from
her pussy and she whimpered at
the loss. He drew her forward so their chests were together, her head resting on his shoulder, face turned to the side.

She watched as Preston returned to the box. When he stood, he held a tube and something that caught the light in his hands.

Slamming her palms against Lance’s shoulders, she tried to push away. His arms came around her hips and back like steel bands.

“What are
you doing?” Lance asked Preston
as Carly wiggled against him.

The other man returned to stand in front of the chair. Twisting her head, Carly looked at what he held—a long, slim glass plug.

“Good idea,” Lance said.

“Are you…what are you…” Carly pushed against Lance, not really trying to get away, but needing to do something. Her stomach lurch
ed, her belly fluttered, and
she was so aroused, she could feel her heart beat in her breasts, her pussy.

Preston
’s hands smoothed over her back
down to her ass. “You said you’ve had anal sex before.”

“Yes, but…”

“We’re going to fuck you that wa
y, so all of us can be together.” Lance’s
voice
was as strong
as the muscles in his arms.

With a shiver, Carly relented. She knew that. Understood their desires. She shared them, wanted what they were offering. She stopped pushing against Lance, and instead clung to him. Preston scooted her hips back, so she sat on the edge of Lance’s knees. Lance cupped her ass,
his
fingers tugging the globes apart.

“Wait
,” she whispered. “I—”

The cap of the lube clicked and Preston’s slippery fingers brushed the crevice of her ass.

Lance whispered soothing words, his breath hot against her ear. “Shhh, gorgeous, relax.” He took one hand from her ass to support her head where it rested against his shoulder. Preston grabbed her ass cheek, pulling it to the side.

One slippery finger circled her anus, then pressed against the center. Carly tensed. She’d had anal sex before, but it had been years ago, and she’d been drunk and horny. Despite the wine they’d had with dinner, she suddenly felt very sober, and her e
motions were swinging from excited
they would
use her this way to scared
it would be too painful. She knew all too clearly what it would mean if they did this. They would both be inside her. At the same time.

“Relax, Carly, this won’t hurt,” Preston murmured.

Lips kissed their way along her spine, and Preston’s hand slid under her, reaching to stroke her pussy. Two fingers r
ubbed her clit in tight circles
as Lance fisted his hand in her hair and tipped her head bac
k to kiss her. She relaxed, and
Preston’s finger entered her ass. Gasping, she broke the kiss with Lance, burying her face against his neck.

Preston’s finger pumped in and out of her tight hole, working its way deeper with each thrust. It was uncomfortable for a moment, then pure pleasure flooded her.

“I’m going to add a second finger,” Preston whispered against her back. “This may hurt.”

There was pressure against her anus, but before she could tense up, he pushed the tips of two fingers inside. A wave of intense pleasure consumed her. She bit Lance’s shoulder.

“Damn,” Lance said. “Preston, stop, you’re hurting her.”

“No.” She lifted her head. “He’s not. I swear.”

L
ance’s gaze met hers. He nodded
as one of his hands slipped between them. He touched the lips of her sex, rubbed her clit.

Preston pulled his fingers out of her ass. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” she said, riding a wild wave of arousal.

Carly felt the cold touch of
glass at the entrance to her ass. It slid in smoothly, each inch pressed further by Preston’s steady hands. She gasped as her ass was stretched wider.

“Almost in.”

“It’s big,” she whispered.

“We need to stretch you,” Preston said, his words dark and dangerous, “so we don’t hurt you.”

He withdrew the plug partway, then pushed it in again. This time, he didn’t stop. Carly gasped as the thickest part entered her, then her body closed around the narrow neck, holding it in. It w
as by no means slim enough
she could ignore the way it stretched her ass and shifted as she moved.

Preston ran his hand through her hair. “How do you feel?”

Her courage deserted her. She didn’t respond, but instead buried her face in Lance’s neck. How could she answer tha
t question? She felt too
much right now. Pain, confusion, arousal, heat, need. Everything. They made her feel everything.

They wouldn’t let her hid
e from them, from her body’s
responses. Lance eased her up, and Preston took her arms, forcing her to stand.

He pulled her back
against his chest, his hands roaming over her breasts and belly. One thigh pressed against the seam of her ass, and as he pinched her nipple, he pushed his leg against the base of the plug, shifting it inside her. Carly moaned, lifting her arms, reaching back to bury her fingers in his hair. He kissed her neck and shoulder, both hands on her breasts, stroking the undersides, cupping the full weight to thumb her nipples.

He
r pussy ached, wanting, needing,
to be filled, but Preston’s hands stayed away from her aching core.

“Please,” she moaned.

“Please what?” Preston asked.

“Touch me.”

“Where?”

Infuriating man. “Here.” Carly took her hand from Preston’s head, slid it down her belly to her sex. She was wet, slip
pery. A little gasp escaped
as she touched herself, circling her clit with her middle finger.

“No, Carly.” Preston grabbed her hand and pulled it away. “You have to wait.” He grabbed the base of the plug and tugged it, stretching and stimulating her.

“Damn it. L
et me up,” Lance growled. “Or bring her over here.”

“Let’s leave that decision to Carly,” Preston whispered. “We
don’t want to overwhelm you.” He
squeezed her breasts.

“I’m ready.” She was so aroused
she didn’t care about anything
but satisfying the need
burning inside he
r. U
nlike last time, she wasn’t worried about it. These were her men, her partners. They were going to build a future together. That idea wasn’t as overwhelming as it had once been. In fact, Carly was looking forward to it.

Pulling away from Preston, she straddled Lance’s chair. As soon as she was close enough, he grabbed her, pulling her against him and taking a nipple in his mouth. Only when he’d roughly sucked both nipples, drawing them
out until they were large, hard and
aching, did he release them with a pop.

His cock brushed her belly, and she felt him shudder.

“Stand up a bit.”

Lance angled his cock when she lifted her hips
again. The broad, wet tip strok
ed her clit before sliding down the cleft of her pussy to the entrance of her body.

“Wait,” she said, suddenly nervous. “I don’t think it’s going to work.”

“What’s not going to work?” Preston asked.

“Yes, it is,” Lance said, pressing harder. The raging bull had returned. Only this time, she recognized the need driving him. She felt the same. He guided her hips down, the tip of his cock entering her, stretching her, filling her. The plug in her ass shifte
d, the pressure sending a
shiver through her.

“You’re too big.” Despite her protests, Carly’s body screamed at her to sink down, to let Lance’s thick cock fill her.

“It’
ll fit,” Preston said. She looked over her shoulder to see him kneeling behind her. He took the base of the plug and twisted it.

“Damn, I can feel that,” Lance said.

Preston pressed the plug deeper. “Do you l
ike it, Carly
?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“I can’t wait anymore.” Lance pulled her hips farther down and
,
little by little
,
they came together. The plug in her ass made it almost unbearably tight, and she could feel each inch of his hard length pushing into her.

“Oh God,” Carly whispered, burying her face in Lance’s hair. Little shivers wracked her, and her nipples felt so hard and tight that the slightest brush of his chest against them sent electric sparks zinging through her.

“I need to move,” Lance said. “My balls are going to explode if I don’t come soon.”

Carly tried to help, to brace her feet so she raise and lower herself. She was riding Lance, but she couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think. Instead, she gave herself over, letting him guide her hips.

“So fucking sexy,” Preston said.

“Carly, lean back.” Lance braced one hand on the small of her back and pressed her toward their other lover. “We shouldn’t leave Preston out.”

Carly tipped her head, staring at Preston. His eyes were so dark they appeared black. There were spots of color on his cheeks. As she watched, he pushed his briefs down, freeing his cock. H
e cupped her neck with one hand
as his cock brushed her cheek, her lips.

Carly turned her fa
ce to Preston, opened her mouth
and took him
in. The tip pressed against her cheek until she turned her head more, allowing him to thrust deeper into her mouth.

“Damn,
that’s sexy.” Lance
held
her still for a moment, then
he started moving again.

Carly felt like she was falling, like she’d end up spraw
led on the floor. She reached out
and grabbed hold of Preston, snaking one arm between his legs to hug his thigh, the other clinging to the same arm that held her head.

She was suspended between them, dependent entirely upon them to hold her. Twisted and bent, she couldn’t move on her own. It was up to them to thrust into her, to move her in ways that pleasured
all of them. The plug
shifted with each rocking motion of her hips, making her terribly aware of her ass even as Lance’s cock filled her pussy. Preston’s dick slid between her lips, pressing until she focused enough to slide her tongue down, stroking his hard
,
hot length as he pumped in and out of her mouth.

“I’m going
to
come.” Lance’s hand squeezed her breast as he slammed her onto his cock. Preston cupped her neck and shoulders with both hands, thrusting deep.

Lance came, groaning in pleasure.

“My turn.” Preston’
s voice
was
husky. “Carly, I need your pussy.”

She barely registered his words before Preston dre
w her up. Lance’s eyes were heavy-
lidded, and he sat limply in th
e chair. Preston pushed her
to the dresser
, her arms and shoulders resting on the cool surface.

“It was
so
hot watching him fuck you while you sucked my cock.” Preston’s words were rough, crude, but in her present,
over-stimulated
sta
te, they were the sexiest thing
she’d ever heard.

“I want your cock in me,” she whispered. “Please.”

His hand went to her ass. He tugged on the plug,
drawing it out, only to push it
back in oh-so-slowly.

“Oh, oh God.”

“You’re so sexy like this,” Preston said.

“Move.
I can’t see.” Lance’s words were sharp.

Carly blushed while Preston stepp
ed to the side, suddenly remembering
there was an audience, someone watching as Preston fucked her anally with the plug.