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  “Like this,” he said. “Next time we tell you to open your legs, we want them exactly like this.”

  He watched Kylie’s breasts rise and fall as her breathing hitched up a notch, but he was sure now her response was not based on fear, but arousal. She was responding to them like a true submissive. He felt like pumping a victory fist in the air.

  Placing a bent knee on the bed, he leaned down until his mouth hovered above her gorgeous pussy. The sweet smell of honeysuckle washed over him. He looked over his shoulder and Heath gave him a quick, encouraging nod.

  “Do it,” his friend whispered and Colt turned back to heaven. Kylie’s hands flew to his hair as he pressed his lips to her hard clit, his tongue probing and pushing. Her hips began to move against him, but he denied her movement by placing his firm hands on her upper thighs.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered.

  “Please, Colt,” she begged breathlessly and he returned to torment her drenched opening with his mouth. Circling the entrance to her body with his tongue, he felt her muscles tensing and suspected his little firecracker was already perilously close to exploding.

  Dipping his tongue inside her hot cavern, he only managed to thrust twice before Kylie’s body shuddered violently beneath his touch and he heard her relieved cries.

  He sensed Heath moving behind him and heard the unmistakable sound of pants and shoes hitting the floor.

  “Move, Colt.” Heath’s demands were husky and harsh and he suspected his friend was hanging on by a thread. He chuckled as he pushed away from Kylie’s heat.

  “Poor Heath,” she teased, reaching up to pull him down to her. “No foreplay, just climax.”

  He fought against the laughter as Kylie repeated his own words from the Tequila Truth game that had started them down this path.

  Heath joined their laughter, leaning over her flushed body. “That’s why I brought Colt along for the ride, Red. Now put this damn condom on me. If I’m not in your body in the next thirty seconds, you’re going to see that climax up close and personal all over your stomach.”

  She took the condom Heath had retrieved from the stash he’d put in the nightstand. Colt had to grab one of the columns at the end of his four poster bed as she ripped the package open with her teeth and he felt the groan that passed Heath’s lips in his own gut. She took sexual teasing to a whole new level.

  As soon as Heath’s cock was sheathed, he plunged into Kylie’s body and once again, Colt was struck by the incredible pleasure he felt in watching the act. Never a fan of porn movies, he couldn’t understand how the mere sight his best friends making love could impact his senses so thoroughly. The pressure in his body grew to such a rate that he raced to strip off his own jeans.

  Kylie continued to arch into Heath’s thrusts and Colt’s last tether of patience broke. Unwilling to remain apart from the action any longer, he climbed onto the bed until his hips were even with her head.

  “Yes,” she hissed impatiently and he thought she seemed annoyed at his tardiness.

  Heath looked up as she reached over to draw Colt’s rock-hard erection in her mouth.

  “Wait,” Heath cried as he pulled out of her body. “Roll over, Red.”

  He recalled Heath’s fantasy and grinned at her eagerness to comply. No sooner had she landed on her hands and knees then she was scrambling for his cock. Her hot breath caressed him as Heath resumed his place in her pussy.

  Gripping her hair gently in his fists, Colt guided her mouth to him and nearly fell forward at the first touch of her tongue against the crown of his cock. She swirled around the tip, sucking off all the pre-come gathered there.

  “Shit,” he muttered. “Open up, darlin’. Let me in that sweet mouth of yours.”

  Kylie responded to his words and enveloped nearly half of him in her first pass. He was shocked by her daring response. He was by no means a small man and was accustomed to women balking at the thought of trying to take him in at all. Kylie, however, seemed frustrated at not being able to get enough. Each time she moved, she took him deeper until Colt felt the back of her throat. With rough hands on her head, he tried to pull out, afraid of choking her, but she growled—literally growled—at his attempts and he loosened his grip.

  “You feel so good, Kylie. Oh, baby. I want to fuck your mouth.”

  Colt glanced up to see a frown cross Heath’s face. No doubt his friend thought he was pushing her too hard, too fast. Kylie released his cock and looked up at him with something close to desperation in her eyes.

  “God, yes. Please do it. I want both of you to fuck me hard and fast.”

  Colt grinned at the shocked expression on his friend’s face. Apparently neither he nor Heath had been paying close enough attention to their little roommate. This wildcat had been living under the same roof with them for years and neither of them realized what they’d been missing.

  “Hold on, darlin’.” He pulled her mouth back down to his cock and pushed in without hesitation.

  Heath resumed his place in her cunt and together they began to thrust in unison. He would bury his hard length in her throat on Heath’s retreat. As Heath moved forward, he moved back. Over and over they moved as Colt struggled to slow down his building climax. He tried to distract himself by counting Kylie’s orgasms, which seemed to be coming continuously now with little build up time in between. He’d reached four when he heard Heath explode. The sound of his friend coming was the last nail in his coffin and he erupted into her mouth, relishing the feeling of her swallowing down every drop of his come.

  None of them spoke a word as they collapsed on the bed. Heath dragged Kylie’s limp body in between them, spooning her from behind as Colt placed kiss after kiss on pretty, flushed face.

  Chapter Six

  Kylie awoke to the sound of whispers in the dark room, but she was too exhausted to figure out who was speaking or what they were saying. Hell, she was too tired to care where she was. A slight tug on her wrist brought the truth crashing down around her. Weekend. Fantasies. Heath and Colt.

  Her eyes flew open as she felt another strange pull, this one near her ankle.

  Looking around, she saw Heath at the head of the bed securing her right hand there with a silk scarf. At her feet, she watched Colt tighten the final knot that secured her, spread eagle.

  “No,” she whispered, starting to fight against the sensation of being helpless. Heath leaned down and kissed her gently.

  “Hush, Red. We aren’t going to hurt you and you have your safe word, remember?”

  She nodded numbly trying to overcome the irrational fear permeating her body. Colt must have sensed her distress because he started loosening the scarf at her ankle.

  “No,” she cried. “Wait, please.” She tried to take a deep breath, but couldn’t seem to get enough air into her lungs.

  “Dammit, Kylie. We don’t have to do this. I’m untying you.”

  “No, Colt. Please. Just give me a minute.”

  Heath lay down beside her, surrounding her with his comforting warmth. “You don’t have anything to prove.”

  “You don’t understand,” she said, struggling to still her racing heart. “I wanted this. Used to dream about it and Scott took that away from me. I was such an idiot to trust him.”

  Colt joined them on the bed, claiming the other side of her. It was strange, she thought, that a few silk scarves left her feeling helpless, while being surrounded by these two, huge strapping men made her feel inordinately safe.

  “You’re damn right you were.” Colt’s words were harsh and she saw Heath give him a dirty look.

  “You weren’t there, Heath. You didn’t see what that man was doing to her. She put herself at serious risk and if I live to be a hundred, I’ll never be able to erase the image of her, hurt and helpless and crying. Shit, it’s the last thing I see every night before I go to sleep and it eats me up inside.”

  Kylie’s throat seized at his confession. The words seemed to flow straight from his heart and she had never heard her
old-fashioned, stoic friend ever sound so vulnerable. She’d been so wrapped up in her own self-remonstration and guilt; she never stopped to think how much her ordeal had affected him.

  “I’m sorry, Colt.”

  He gave her a crooked grin, apparently embarrassed to have revealed so much. “That’s okay, darlin’. At least I got to kick the guy’s ass. Heath missed out on the brawling part. Not that I needed his help. Did you see that guy by the time I finished with him? He was blubbering like a baby.”

  Heath rolled his eyes and she couldn’t resist adding to Colt’s ribbing joke.

  “You were very macho and strong.” Her words evoked an annoyed groan from Heath.

  “Good God. You don’t need to stroke that ego.”

  “Unfortunately, I don’t seem to be able to stroke anything at the moment.” She wiggled her fingers and laughed as both men seemed to grow an extra appendage at the same time. Glancing down at their naked bodies, she added, “Ooh, look who’s come out to play.”

  Heath thrust his rejuvenating erection into her hip as Colt leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. She sucked in a breath as his teeth toyed with the tip, amazed by the sudden sensitivity of her breasts.

  “That looks tasty,” Heath murmured.

  “Lucky thing I have two.”

  She expected Heath to laugh before realizing the joke was on her. His bright blue eyes narrowed in on her breasts and he leaned down to stake a claim on her offer. While Colt continued to tease her with his teeth and tongue, Heath’s response was to use only his lips to suck on her, hard and deep. The contrasting actions were almost more than she could stand and she marveled at her coming orgasm. Christ, she’d never come from someone fondling her breasts and yet she couldn’t deny the pressure building below.

  “Oh God,” she screamed as her body splintered with the sheer pleasure of it. “Holy hell.” She trembled and struggled against her bonds, not from fear, but frustration. She needed someone hard inside her—now.

  The sound of soft laughter and Colt’s “slow down” alerted her to the fact she’d made her demand out loud. Sadly, their response didn’t soothe her ragged nerves.

  “Now,” she repeated, through gritted teeth. “One of you needs to get inside me now.”

  Heath’s smile hovered, but a flash of annoyance seemed to cross Colt’s face and his dark eyes narrowed.

  “Darlin’, you’ve got to learn that you don’t go around making demands here.”

  “Who says?” Her voice was confrontational, but she didn’t care. She was barely clinging to her sanity.

  “I say and Heath says. In case you failed to notice, you are tied up, Kylie.” His frown was replaced with a wicked smile. “At our mercy. Ours to torment and take whenever we feel like it.”

  She pressed her hip against Colt’s hard-on and gave him a sultry grin when he hissed. “Feels like you’d like to now.”

  Heath laughed at their sexy banter and she turned her heated gaze toward him. Of the two men, she suspected Heath would be the most susceptible to her demands.

  She lowered her voice, adding a huskiness she hoped he wouldn’t be able to refuse. “Heath, I need you. Put your big cock inside me, baby, and fuck me. Please.”

  Heath’s laughter died and his eyes seemed to darken.

  “Geez, she’s good,” he muttered.

  “And naughty as hell.” Colt leaned up and turned her face back to his with a strong hand on her jaw. “You’re playing with fire, darlin’, and believe me, the only one who’s going to get burned is you. Now behave yourself and you’ll get everything you’re asking for.”

  She started to protest, but Heath must have decided to save her from herself as he bent down and claimed her lips in a kiss that screamed passion and possession. His tongue forced her mouth open and swooped in to tangle with hers. The power of the kiss was overwhelming by itself, but intensified when she felt Colt’s fingers drifting softly along her stomach.

  Her hips rose in an attempt to capture Colt’s touch, but every time he seemed on the verge of giving her what she most desired, his fingers detoured, stroking the tops of her thighs, her knees, her hips. She wanted to scream at him, rant and rave and insist that he touch her where it would do the most good, but Heath wasn’t giving her a chance to complain. His tongue and teeth were tormenting her lips and she was struggling to breathe from the onslaught of his kisses.

  Finally, she felt one of Colt’s callused fingers against her clit. Just a quick tap and it was gone, but the touch was enough and she fought against the bonds at her feet, desperate to rub her legs together for some sort of relief. She heard a strangled cry and realized it was coming from her. Heath responded to the sound by releasing her lips.

  “I think our girl wants something a bit stronger, Colt.”

  Colt didn’t respond with words, but with another tap, this one harder, on her clit. She bucked up into his touch, but his hands continued to elude her.

  Heath’s lips trailed along her cheek until he reached her ear. Pulling the plump lobe into his mouth, he nipped lightly at it, his warm breath teasing her as much as Colt’s hit-and-run fingers.

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  “Oh yeah, Red,” Heath whispered in her ear, his voice darkly seductive. “I like the sound of that. Beg us. Beg us to fuck you.”

  Kylie’s independent streak wanted to fight against his dominant demand, but that seemed to be the only part of her body not willing to acquiesce. The rest of her was pleading…big time.

  In the meantime, Colt’s touches were becoming more frequent, harder, longer and the power of speech deserted her entirely.

  Heath continued to whisper in her ear. His words wrapped themselves around her and turned her on as much as Colt’s fingers. Colt’s strokes grew bolder as he alternated between the teasing taps on her clit and his circling rubs around her wet opening. He gathered up her juices rubbing them into her labia. She wanted to ask him to put his fingers inside her, but realized the men were determined to move at their own pace and they’d only prolong the torture if she fought against their control.

  “We bought a toy for you, Kylie.” Heath’s hushed words traveled on a mere breath. She sensed Colt reaching for something, but didn’t complain as he continued to caress her.

  “It will get you ready to take both of us into your body.” Heath continued to explain as Colt reached down and released the scarves securing her ankles to the bed.

  “As you’ve seen for yourself, Colt and I aren’t exactly small men and your pussy alone is as tight as it is sweet.”

  She was gasping for air, the potent power of Heath’s words combining with Colt’s nonstop actions, paralyzing her to everything but the coming of her own climax. Colt briefly rubbed the spot around her ankles where the scarves held her before lifting her legs over his shoulders. She could feel his hot breath near her pussy and tried to use her legs to draw him down to her. He chuckled darkly at her attempts. She couldn’t budge the man. Instead of giving her his mouth, his fingers returned and she flinched as he unexpectedly drove two of them deep into her vagina.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  Heath’s hands drifted down to toy with her breasts, but his touches there were light and gentle, a direct contrast to the hard way Colt was fucking her with his hand. Heath continued to whisper in her ear.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

  She shook her head, thrilled by the intimate question. At Heath’s words, Colt’s fingers left her, drifting slowly back to that forbidden portal. His fingers were dripping with her arousal as he pushed one digit into her completely.

  He groaned and she could sense the impact that sound had on Heath.

  “Do you like that, Red?” he asked.

  She nodded her head jerkily as Colt pulled out to the fingernail, then shoved back in again. Her ass was on fire and her mind was struggling to absorb the impact of the feeling. That was only one finger. What would it feel like to have Colt’s cock inside her there?
Heath wasn’t lying. Both men were well-endowed, thick and heavy.

  “I can see you’re worried, Kylie.” Heath’s fingers never stopped their gentle ministrations to her breasts and she marveled that she could feel them there despite the overwhelming stimulation of Colt stretching her ass.

  “We won’t hurt you and believe me, before this weekend is over, you’ll be begging both of us to take you there. Now breathe.”

  Colt’s finger left her ass entirely as she released the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. His hand ventured back to her gushing pussy and gathered up more moisture. When he returned to her ass, this time it was two fingers tunneling into her.

  “God,” she gasped, but he continued as if she hadn’t uttered a sound.

  “Feels tight, doesn’t it?” Kylie wasn’t sure how Heath was so in tune with Colt’s actions, as his head never lifted from the pillow, his lips never left her ear. “It’ll get tighter, just wait. We bought a butt plug for you.”

  Colt’s two fingers were fully enclosed and she fought back a scream as he opened them up inside, scissoring them around her virgin flesh.

  “The plug’s not as large as we are, but it will get you ready. We’re going to put it in you tonight and then Colt’s going to get his turn inside that gorgeous pussy of yours.”

  She moaned at the picture Heath was painting with his heated words. “Yes, please.”

  “Then you’re going to sleep with the plug inside you, filling you, stretching you.”

  Her hips buckled up off the bed and she struggled to grasp the orgasm that was hovering right outside her reach. Colt’s muttered curse fell over her and she gave him back one of her own when he withdrew his hands from her completely. He didn’t want her coming yet.

  Heath bit her earlobe in warning. “Now, now, Kylie. No bad language. If there’s only one thing I regret about this weekend, it’s the fact that I can’t spank that gorgeous ass of yours. We may have to negotiate for another night after you’ve healed so we can work that fantasy in.”

  She shuddered at the suggestion, desperate for the reality of it.