Tiny Dancer [Divine Creek Ranch 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (40 page)

Quinten joined them and tilted his head as he stroked her bare shoulder with a knuckle. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Absolutely nothing.” She brushed the corner of her eye with a fingertip and sniffled. “I never had what you had, growing up, Quinten. Your parents are…really something. I hope we’re that happy when we’re their age.”

Ben stroked her silky hair. “We will, sugar.”

“Count on it, baby,” Quinten said as he planted a kiss on her shoulder. “We’re gonna keep you so happy, you won’t know what hit you.”

“I hope so. Now, who wants to fuck me?”

Just like that, playful, sassy Camilla reappeared, and Ben chuckled. “I think I want you trussed up first.”

He had her sit in the swing, which had a narrow seat and elastic and Velcro straps for restraining her, as well as handholds suspended over her head for her to hang on to. Her ankles could be restrained under her thighs or clipped to the handholds, restricting her movements. Ben adjusted the swing upward slightly so that her pussy was at the right height to align with their cocks. She giggled as Quinten lifted her from behind and nibbled at her neck while Ben raised it higher and then held the swing steady while Quinten placed her back in it.

The pulse in Ben’s cock pounded as she settled back and they helped her slip her pointed toes through the straps so that her shapely thighs were supported. The way she moved reminded him that she was a natural dancer. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock deep in her sweet, drenched pussy, which was put on display in the reclining position she was in.

Quinten moved behind her and kissed her shoulder. She tilted her head back and giggled as she kissed him. He stroked her back and her ass cheeks. “You comfortable?”

She licked her lips and said, “I’ll be even more comfortable in a minute, I think. I like this. Can I have your cock, too?”

Both men stripped out of their jeans, amid Camilla’s giggling rendition of striptease music. Ben chuckled and said, “She’s sassy tonight, isn’t she?”

“Uh-huh,” Quinten agreed as she nodded enthusiastically.

“Why don’t you give her your cock to play with, Quinten.” Ben picked up the vibrator he’d gotten from her toy collection and kneeled in front of her. With her feet in the stirrups, the swing was very effective at keeping her legs spread wide. She startled when Ben leaned forward and licked at her clit and her swollen lips. She clenched and arched, trying to get her pussy close to his mouth again.

“More, p–please. You’ve got me so hot already, just getting into this thing. I can’t wait until you slide your big cocks inside my pussy. I need you.” Her pleading came to a sudden halt when she heard him flick on the small vibrator from her cabinet of toys. “Oh, boy.”

“Quinten, why don’t we put the blindfold on her now that she’s situated.”

“Good idea.” He went to the end of the bed and got the blindfold and carefully tied it on her while Ben wrapped the softly lined restraints around her wrists and clipped them to the handholds above her head. “Being blindfolded and tied up seems to really get her going.” Quinten stroked her cheek and got her attention. “You’re so good at multitasking, Camilla, let’s try it like this.” He supported the back of her head in his hand, and she nodded, tilting back her head and opening up to take him.

A happy moan accompanied her sucking sounds as Ben licked her again and then tormented her clit with light brushes of the high-speed vibrator. She writhed against him as he stroked her cunt lips with his fingertips while he teased her clit, tapping and teasing until her pussy was rosy and even more swollen, dripping with her juices. He lapped at her honey and then went back to torturing her clit, this time with long, slow strokes up and down until he could tell she was getting close to orgasm.

Rising to stand in front of her, he nodded at Quinten, who stopped her. “Baby, stop for now. We want to swing you a bit.”

“Okay.” She held on to the support straps above her head.

Ben stood between her thighs, enjoying the sight she made, tied up, blindfolded, and ready to do whatever they wanted. He grabbed hold of the straps to set the swing in motion, pulling her toward him, nudging her cunt with his cock on each forward motion. Camilla moaned as the head breached her cunt each time and then swung away.

Quinten reached around on either side of her and teased her nipples, tweaking them and whispering naughty things to her. Her needy whimpers told Ben she was hungry for more. She grew restless and rocked her hips when he slid in each time, trying to take more of him. He pressed the vibrator against her clit and smiled when her tension increased dramatically. She really did like that vibrator.

Her pussy lips slicked the head of his cock, and on the next swing forward, he sank a few inches inside her, drawing an ecstatic cry from her. Her cunt was unbelievably hot and inviting and his self-control began to slip. He moved forward so that more of him would go in on each pass.

She wiggled and writhed. “Fuck me! Please!”

Ben pulled on the straps, rocking her harder until she was taking every inch of his bone-hard shaft. She was drenched, and so was his cock as he slid out and then back in between her silky, toned thighs. He brushed the vibrator against her clit and could feel the sensation in his cock as she drew up tight on him.

“Oh! More! More!”

Happy to give her what she wanted, he did as she asked and rubbed her clit with the vibrator continuously. She arched her back, and he lost control when the ripples grew stronger in her cunt, and she cried out, “Don’t stop, I’m coming!”

Her cunt was so beautiful, taking all of him as he spurred her on with the toy. Love and lust were a tumult in his chest as he watched her react. Even though he could no longer see her eyes because of the blindfold, he could see that she was in the throes of something powerful. She screamed and writhed against him, riding wave after wave of climax until his control snapped. He grabbed the straps and thrust deep, several times, until his orgasm boiled up inside him, turning into a raging inferno as his cum spurted in hot, satisfying streams inside her.

He stroked her abdomen, soothing her as she panted. Her orgasmic blush spread over her throat and her chest as she sighed, a sound close to a purr.

“Damn, that was hot to watch.” Quinten kneeled beside her, checking the straps at her thighs and her back. “You still comfortable, baby?”

Camilla turned her head in his direction, the blindfold still in place, a blissful, crooked smile crossing her lips. She tried to reach out to him, and he leaned forward to kiss her still-restrained hand and then guided it to his cheek briefly. “Very comfortable. But I won’t be happy until I’ve had your cock too. I’m addicted to the two of you.”

Ben slowly pulled from her, enjoying the ease of having her in the swing. Quinten stroked her breastbone and then upward to her throat. “Tummy okay?” Ben appreciated that Quinten had the forethought to ask because his cock looked hard enough to shatter concrete. The fact Quinten asked the question solidified the commitment he’d made to always put her needs first.

“I’m not feeling any queasiness at all. Let’s take advantage of that fact.” She giggled when Quinten growled happily.

Ben moved out of Quinten’s way and went to her side and kissed her, stroking the back of her head. “Come good, sugar?”

Camilla kissed him again, a small, playful, kittenish peck, and nodded happily, sounding like she was enjoying an endorphin rush. “I feel so good. I’ll sleep like a baby tonight.”

Speaking of babies
. “I wasn’t too rough with you?”

“No. I’m not made of crystal. I’m pretty resilient.”

Ben thought that was a good word to describe her. Resilient. She said she wasn’t made of crystal but she still felt infinitely precious in his arms.

Quinten rustled around at the toy cabinet, chuckled softly, and returned to his position between her widespread thighs. He stroked his cock in one hand and held something small in the other. A look of evil delight in his eyes.

“Quinten has a surprise for you. He looks like he’s ready to give you a good fucking. I hope you’re ready for him.”

Camilla bit her lip and whispered, “I am. I still haven’t completely come down from the last orgasm. I want another one. Oh! Quinten—”

Quinten kneeled between her legs, sucking her clit from the looks of it, and Ben smiled in enjoyment as he watched. His friend glanced over at him, sharing the moment with him as he enjoyed torturing their little dancer. “I noticed a tray of sexy jewelry in your cabinet. Can I try a piece on you?”

“Oh hell, which one?” Her strident words were interrupted by her panting as she reacted to his sucking at her clit. She bucked in the swing. “Depends on which one! Oh,
Quinten
!”

Quinten suckled repeatedly at her flesh and then tapped at her clit. “The beaded one. We have to get you really excited, baby. I want that sweet little clit aching and swollen before I’ll put it on you.”

“Oh, fuck. My favorite!” They’d found the online Web site that she’d bought the little beaded clit hugger from and had educated themselves on the proper way to put it on. It looked like getting the hugger on was going to be half the fun.

She shuddered and moaned when Quinten gently lifted the hood hiding her clit and tormented it with long, slow licks and fast flicks of his tongue until the little bundle of nerves swelled and stood up for his attention. “
There
it is, nice and rosy, ready for a little jewelry of its own.”

“Oh my God, I’m gonna come!”

A rumble of amusement came from Ben’s chest as he settled in the chair nearby, watching as Quinten tortured her some more, keeping her on the edge of orgasm until she was begging in delightfully colorful language.

The chair was positioned only a couple of feet away and afforded him a perfect view of her pussy and what Quinten was doing to her, as well as her reaction. When they’d set up the hardware in the corner of the bedroom, they’d arranged the chair and table where either would be able to observe when not actively participating. He switched on the lamp on the nearby table, so that he could see even better.

“Sugar, looks like he’s got you right on the edge. Your pussy is so wet and your clit looks so puffy and red. Does it feel good?”

“I love it. He’s so good to me.”

Ben looked at the clip Quinten held up for him to see. Once it was on, the heavy gold bead would tap against her clit with each thrust of Quinten’s cock. Ben’s cock twitched as he anticipated her reaction.

“Reckon she’s ready, Quinten?”

Quinten had let her come down just a little from the edge, and he smiled as he licked a slow path from her opening to her clit and teased her with a fingertip, sliding in and out. She was so wet and ready, her juices dripped from her. “I think so. I love her cunt so much, I could lick it all day.”

The moment was unspeakably hot, but Ben noticed that his cum in Camilla’s pussy didn’t seem to detract from the experience at all for Quinten. He was just as voracious with her as ever. Knowing that made him feel even closer to both of them, if that was possible.

“Quinten!” Camilla screamed, as he kept right on licking and fingering her, an evil grin on his face. “Please!”

“Ready?” he growled, drawing the word out.

“Yes!
Oh, yes
! Oh, yes, pretty please?”

Pre-cum leaked from Quinten’s cock, testifying to his own state of heightened arousal. He sucked her clit one last time and carefully attached the wicked-looking beaded hugger to the flesh surrounding her clit, and a long howl came from Camilla, rising in pitch as he stood and rammed his cock deep in one stroke. She practically made the window glass vibrate as her scream increased in volume, and she came so hard Ben worried for a second she might pass out. Ben got out of the chair and cradled her head, which was tilted back as though she could no longer support it.

“That’s right, sugar. Take him. You should see his face. He loves this,” Ben crooned to her as she bucked against Quinten, taking each hard stroke with ecstatic, blissful mewling.

The heavy gold bead knocked against her clit with each forceful thrust, and it didn’t take but a few seconds before she started the precipitous climb to another peak.

He didn’t think she had another one as strong as the last, but she proved him wrong as she started trembling all over. “Oh, Quinten. It’s so big, I don’t think I can—oh, God, don’t stop, please!”

Ben wrapped his hands around hers as she gripped the straps, her knuckles white as she gripped them hard. “Let go for him, sugar.”

Her strawberry-blonde curls swayed all around his arm with the movement of the swing, and he took advantage of his position and latched on to one hardened nipple, licking a wet path around it then sucking hard.

Her back bowed, and another eardrum-shattering shriek pierced the night as she came undone. Quinten cried out too, gripping her thighs as he fucked her until he finally came, his release almost seeming painful as his muscles knotted and he trembled, every inch of him embedded inside of her.

Their panting filled the quiet, and Quinten nodded as he held on to the swing while Ben gently removed the hugger from Camilla’s clit. Soft, sobbing cries echoed from Camilla as she undulated weakly, rubbing her pussy against Quinten several times.