Page 61 of A Little Harmless Pleasure

Chris turned to face Evan, who studied the two of them for a second, then came forward slowly. Chris moved behind her, his hands at her waist.

“You do as we say, but you need a safe word, something that you can use to let us know we’ve gone too far.” Evan’s voice was low and calm.

Too far. The two words sent a small shard of trepidation into her gut. She wanted to do this, wanted to share this experience, to give and receive. But even as her mind understood that her heart skipped a beat in fear.

When she said nothing, Chris said, “Any problems?” His breath was hot against her skin, and she could feel his lips brush her earlobe as he spoke.

She wanted this. It scared the living hell out of her and excited her at the same time, but still, she yearned to offer this to Chris.

“N-no.” She cleared her throat. “Sorry. I’m just a little nervous about all of this.”

“No need to apologize. This is new, and I know a little scary. We’ll take our time. You just tell us when you get overwhelmed.”

She nodded.

“You have your safe word?” Evan asked.

She nodded again as she watched him. He reached for her shirt, his gaze never wavering from her face.

“Biscuits.”

She felt Chris’s lips curve. “I like that. Our roles are now reversed, and unless you say that safe word, I have the power. From now on, you answer only when spoken to. Do you understand, Cynthia?”

“Yes.”

Chris took over the task of pulling off her shirt. She felt Evan’s hands on the clasp of her bra. Both garments ended up somewhere on the floor. Evan’s gaze roamed down her body, stopping at her breasts. He brushed his thumb over her nipple while Chris unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She’d forgone panties, so within moments she stood completely naked between two fully clothed men.

Chris’s mouth brushed her shoulder as he placed kisses leading to her neck. Evan dropped to his knees in front of her, putting him at eye level with her breasts. Both of his hands caressed her as he licked her nipples. The feel of another man’s hands and mouth on her breasts should have disgusted her, or at least made her feel nervous. Instead, her hunger grew, her body reacted instantly.

“Ahh, you have such pretty little tits, Cynthia.” He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. Chris continued to kiss her neck, but his hands had moved to her ass. His talented fingers drifted over the sensitive skin, sending a rush of heat to her sex.

“Damn, Chris, is she always this responsive?” Without waiting for an answer, Evan shifted to her other breast, pulling her nipple into his mouth, grazing the tip with his teeth.

Chris chuckled. “Always. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes.” Her voice came out as a whisper. She couldn’t fight the craving clawing at her belly, as both men slowly caressed her skin. She knew they were building her up to push her to the edge, and God help her, that excited her more.

Evan pulled back from her breast, his breathing a bit labored. She opened her eyes and looked at him as Chris’s hands replaced Evan’s mouth on her breasts. Her gaze traveled down Evan’s body until it reached the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans. She enjoyed a small spurt of triumph at the idea that she’d gotten to Evan.

“You proud of yourself, Cynthia? Really think you’re something because you have two men harder than pikes ready to fuck you until you can’t walk?” She heard the warning in Evan’s voice.

“Yes.”

His eyes flared in admiration, and his lips curved. “You no longer hold the Domme role, you are now a sub. Spread your legs. Let me see that pretty pussy.”

She hesitated, but not out of fear or embarrassment but in defiance to see how far she could push him.

Chris squeezed both nipples. “Spread your legs for him, Cynthia.”

She didn’t hesitate this time but moved her feet out further. Chris pinched one nipple, then the other as a reward. She bit her lip to keep from groaning. Evan ducked his head and leaned closer to her sex.

After taking a deep breath, he said, “Nothing like the scent of an aroused woman. And I like a shaved pussy.”

He pressed his mouth between her legs, his tongue sliding down her slit while he inserted one finger into her cunt. As he began to move his finger, he brushed his tongue against her clit. Cynthia almost came then and there, and her knees buckled.

“Now, Cynthia, you know you aren’t allowed to come until I say.”

Chris’s voice was stern, but she couldn’t miss that it had deepened, his excitement humming just beneath the surface. His desire became her own, heightening her passion, her pleasure. Evan added another finger and groaned. He pulled back slightly and looked up at her and Chris.

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