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with candy bars and daisies."
"I didn't realise—"
"And to think you've been hiding these lovely lacy things beneath your clothes. Definitely a naughty naughty woman."
Flashes of their now obvious courting bombarded her. How on earth had she missed that?
"Very naughty,” Christopher added. “I think she'll most definitely need to be tied up."
"Christopher is into a little bondage,” Jason whispered. He winked. “I guess I am too."
"Okay?” she squeaked, her answer more of a question. They wanted to tie her up? And do what? If she was restrained, they'd be able to do whatever the hell they wanted.
Her heat level knocked upward several notches. She'd never fantasised about that...
Jason set her on her feet facing the bed, while Christopher sat on the edge, his legs bracketing hers. Moving behind her, Jason skimmed his hands lightly over her back. “So smooth,” he told her as his fingers went to the clasp of her bra. Tingles raced through her like an uncontrolled shiver, vibrating from the epicentre in her core. She loved to be touched and if anything, it had been what she'd missed most since coming to England. The touching. The closeness.
The two men crowded close, pushing aside the aloneness which had plagued her. Warmth from their presence flooded over her. “Cup your breasts, baby,” Jason said behind her. Show Christopher what you do when you're all alone and thinking of us."
Staring into Christopher's eyes, she lifted her hands and did as Jason instructed. The full globes weighed heavily in her palms. She hoped they didn't sag too much, that they found them attractive, that at least one of them would fuck her soon...
Jason's hands came up beneath hers and tightened on her hands. “Squeeze those pretty pink nipples.” She pulled on the tips, whimpering as another wave of arousal flooded to her pussy. Each time she rolled the hard peaks, her body responded until her legs trembled beneath her.
Christopher leaned back on his elbows and watched her. His hand drifted to his fly, running over the hard arousal there. His eyes seemed completely black, his breathing ragged. “God, I want to fuck you."
Good. Because she wanted nothing more. She stared at him, never breaking her gaze as she danced her fingers over her nipples.
Suddenly, Jason tipped her forward and she landed on Christopher's chest, pushing them both into the mattress. He chuckled and hooked his hands beneath her arms, sliding downward towards her hands. Grasping her wrists, he pulled her arms wide until she was trapped and couldn't push upward from her position. Every hard ridge of his youthful body pressed into her.
"Bondage,” he murmured into her hair, his fingers tightening slightly on her wrists. “At our mercy."
A tremor went through her.
"You like that, don't you?” he asked.
Did she? Her cream was about to escape her panties and trickle down her legs. She nodded, pressing her burning face in his neck.
"Dana, look at me."
Slowly, she lifted her head and gazed into his dark eyes.
"I want to see every reaction. I want to see your pleasure."
Jason splayed his hand on her back. The pressure urged her sex against Christopher's pelvis. She imagined riding the obviously large cock hidden inside his pants, the wanton images pushing her arousal to new heights. She'd never felt like this!
"Relax,” Jason said as he smoothed his hands along her legs. He toyed with the top of her stocking. “I like these. Hot. You know what will be hotter?"
"No,” she choked as his fingers hooked in her panties, dragging them down.
Christopher stared directly at her. Was it possible to fuck someone with a gaze...? Because he was doing it. He nipped her bottom lip never breaking the eye contact. She trembled, trying not to look away.
"When they're coated with your release ... and ours,” Christopher rasped. An involuntary whimper escaped her and he captured it with his lips, hungrily taking her mouth and feasting as if he'd never tasted a woman
"I didn't realise—"
"And to think you've been hiding these lovely lacy things beneath your clothes. Definitely a naughty naughty woman."
Flashes of their now obvious courting bombarded her. How on earth had she missed that?
"Very naughty,” Christopher added. “I think she'll most definitely need to be tied up."
"Christopher is into a little bondage,” Jason whispered. He winked. “I guess I am too."
"Okay?” she squeaked, her answer more of a question. They wanted to tie her up? And do what? If she was restrained, they'd be able to do whatever the hell they wanted.
Her heat level knocked upward several notches. She'd never fantasised about that...
Jason set her on her feet facing the bed, while Christopher sat on the edge, his legs bracketing hers. Moving behind her, Jason skimmed his hands lightly over her back. “So smooth,” he told her as his fingers went to the clasp of her bra. Tingles raced through her like an uncontrolled shiver, vibrating from the epicentre in her core. She loved to be touched and if anything, it had been what she'd missed most since coming to England. The touching. The closeness.
The two men crowded close, pushing aside the aloneness which had plagued her. Warmth from their presence flooded over her. “Cup your breasts, baby,” Jason said behind her. Show Christopher what you do when you're all alone and thinking of us."
Staring into Christopher's eyes, she lifted her hands and did as Jason instructed. The full globes weighed heavily in her palms. She hoped they didn't sag too much, that they found them attractive, that at least one of them would fuck her soon...
Jason's hands came up beneath hers and tightened on her hands. “Squeeze those pretty pink nipples.” She pulled on the tips, whimpering as another wave of arousal flooded to her pussy. Each time she rolled the hard peaks, her body responded until her legs trembled beneath her.
Christopher leaned back on his elbows and watched her. His hand drifted to his fly, running over the hard arousal there. His eyes seemed completely black, his breathing ragged. “God, I want to fuck you."
Good. Because she wanted nothing more. She stared at him, never breaking her gaze as she danced her fingers over her nipples.
Suddenly, Jason tipped her forward and she landed on Christopher's chest, pushing them both into the mattress. He chuckled and hooked his hands beneath her arms, sliding downward towards her hands. Grasping her wrists, he pulled her arms wide until she was trapped and couldn't push upward from her position. Every hard ridge of his youthful body pressed into her.
"Bondage,” he murmured into her hair, his fingers tightening slightly on her wrists. “At our mercy."
A tremor went through her.
"You like that, don't you?” he asked.
Did she? Her cream was about to escape her panties and trickle down her legs. She nodded, pressing her burning face in his neck.
"Dana, look at me."
Slowly, she lifted her head and gazed into his dark eyes.
"I want to see every reaction. I want to see your pleasure."
Jason splayed his hand on her back. The pressure urged her sex against Christopher's pelvis. She imagined riding the obviously large cock hidden inside his pants, the wanton images pushing her arousal to new heights. She'd never felt like this!
"Relax,” Jason said as he smoothed his hands along her legs. He toyed with the top of her stocking. “I like these. Hot. You know what will be hotter?"
"No,” she choked as his fingers hooked in her panties, dragging them down.
Christopher stared directly at her. Was it possible to fuck someone with a gaze...? Because he was doing it. He nipped her bottom lip never breaking the eye contact. She trembled, trying not to look away.
"When they're coated with your release ... and ours,” Christopher rasped. An involuntary whimper escaped her and he captured it with his lips, hungrily taking her mouth and feasting as if he'd never tasted a woman
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