Page 88 of Full Mountie

His eyes hood as his erection grows in my hand, pulses against my fingers as I jerk him off. “Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yes.” A single syllable, guttural and honest.

“I want your mouth,” I whisper as I glance up at him. “And I want Hugh to have…whatever he wants.”

He jerks, his arms straining at the rope binds. “He might want to fuck me.”

“No might about it,” Hugh says as he joins us, now naked as well. “Is that what you want? Lachlan’s head between your legs, and me behind him?”

That image floods me with heat and I nod.

“Youarea good girl,” he says, winking as he saunters to the bedside table. He lazily tosses lube and a couple of condoms onto the bed. “Get naked, or it’s hard for Lachlan to lick you up. He doesn’t have any hands to use, you see.”

I grin and turn my attention back to my tied-up lover. “I do see that. That’s quite the situation you’ve gotten yourself into, baby.”

Lachlan flexes, pumping his cock through my hand. “I’ll survive.”

I sigh and let go of him, falling back onto one elbow as I ruck his t-shirt up my body. “I didn’t realize I could tie you up and demand you go down on me. I feel like I’ve been missing out.”

“Any time you want, beautiful. You don’t even need to tie me up.”

“But that’s part of the fun.” I pause in my stripping, with just the bottom curve of my breasts showing. “Will you teach me how to do it?”

“Sure. Not now, though. Show me your breasts.”

“I’m busy learning about knot work.”

“Don’t make me beg,” he groans.

I wiggled out of my shirt, because I don’t need begging, not tonight.

“Come and kneel in front of me as you take off your panties,” he says hoarsely.

It’s kind of awkward at first, trying to take off underwear while kneeling and being kissed and nuzzled by a bound man, but as his lips brush over my neck and onto my collarbone, heat skitters over my skin. I bend backward a bit as I lift one knee, then the other, and somehow it works.

It’s actually crazy erotic, that he can only use his mouth to touch me, and when I tumble backward, he bends at the hips, following me with his mouth.

Hugh moves around the bed, propping me up with pillows and shifting around as Lachlan kisses and sucks at my breasts, my belly. I think he gives me a hickey on the curve just above my mound, and when I lift my head to see, Hugh sticks another pillow behind me.

“You don’t want to miss anything,” he says softly as he leans in to kiss me.

No, no I don’t.

My legs fall open as Lachlan kisses down the crease from my hip to my thigh, firm enough not to tickle me, and onto the soft skin right at the top of my leg. He rolls his head to the side, pressing his cheek there as Hugh finally gets into position behind him.

Every muscle in Lachlan’s body is straining, and Hugh taps him on the hip, urging him to relax.

Lachlan laughs. “Not happening.”

Hugh winks at me. “Nah, you like it when it’s a bit of a fight.”

That’s the second time he’s said that, and it makes me squirm in a delicious way.

But when Hugh settles his hands on Lachlan’s hips, then his ass, there is a change in his body. The tension shifts, maybe, and when Hugh strokes down the crease between his cheeks, Lachlan doesn’t resist.

“Been a while,” he mutters, his breath hot against me. I slide my attention back to him. His head is still pillowed on my thigh and his eyes are closed. His mouth is right next to my labia, and his next inhale is long and slow.

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