Page 61 of Pucking Around

“Done.”

But I shake my head with a tsk. “You don’t know the meaning of the word. Not yet.” With that, I slap his belt around his wrists and raise them up over his head.

He lets me, relaxing his arms to rest atop his head. He’s so tall, I can’t reach much higher.

“Oh shit—baby girl, what are you doing?” Jake says from behind me.

“He can look, but he can’t touch,” I reply, arching up on my toes to tie him loosely to the supply shelf.

Caleb smiles at me like the snake to the rabbit and I fight a hungry shiver. This man has layers. A little light bondage is only the beginning, I can tell. It would take nothing for him to tug his hands free, but I know he won’t.

“He can boss us around,” I say, running my hands down his chest. “Until his hands come down, we do whatever he says.” My rules stated, I give his tip a little rub with my thumb, making him twitch. “Do you consent, Caleb?”

He nods.

I glance to Jake, one brow raised in question.

“You kidding me? Fuck, yes. I’m dyin’ over here.” His eyes heat as he looks to Caleb too, waiting for his first direction. He’s my good little hockey player, used to taking orders from coach. And he clearly loves a game. I have a sneaking suspicion these men will ruin me.

Caleb is standing there, tied to the shelf with his own belt, pants open and down around his hips, dick out and hard. The lights flicker over our head. This is rough and dirty, and I can hardly wait to see what he does. Those dark eyes smolder. “Kiss her. Those perfect lips, her tits. Make her moan.”

My core clenches with excitement as Jake wraps me in his arms, doing as he’s told. The thrill of his submission to Caleb has me ready to come and no one has even started touching my clit.

Jake pours himself into me, leaving nothing unsaid with his hands, his eager lips. God, he’s such a good kisser. How did I go without this for months? How did I walk away from him in Seattle?

“Touch her clit,” Caleb orders. “Feel how wet she is.”

With an eager groan, Jake slips his hand back inside the front of my pants, never breaking our kiss. His large fingers part my pussy lips and then he’s sliding through my wetness, so slick and warm, so ready for him. We both groan with longing as he drags that middle finger over my clit, circling it with his fingertip.

“Is she wet?” asks Caleb.

“So fuckin’ wet,” Jake replies, breaking our kiss with a panting breath. He leans back to watch me as he sinks a finger inside me.

“Show me,” Caleb growls.

I whine with loss as Jake pulls out. He flashes his glistening fingers in Caleb’s face.

“Taste.”

Jake doesn’t hesitate to suck his wet fingers into his mouth, letting out a satisfied groan.

“Good boy.”

Ohmygod.I shiver as Jake shivers. We’re both so turned on by this, we might orgasm without any stimulation.

“Face me, Hurricane,” Caleb directs. “Hands on me. Look at me while he fucks you with his fingers. Jake, don’t stop until she comes.”

Jake turns me and I all but stumble forward, my hands going to Caleb’s chest. Jake is right there, bracing me with his body as he slips one hand back inside my pants, fingering me until I’m a trembling mess. His other hand tweaks my nipples, teasing me. He kisses me—my neck, my shoulder, my earlobe. All the while he grinds with his hips, letting me know how hard he is for me.

And Caleb watches, that dark gaze so hot and heavy as he breathes through parted lips. I hold his gaze as I come with a long moan, Jake’s fingers in my cunt and his thumb on my clit, his hot breath against my ear. “What a good fucking girl. You’re squeezing me so tight.”

“Fuck, get inside her,” Caleb growls. His arms flexing, testing the hold of the belt. “I need to watch you fuck her. Hurricane, don’t you dare look away.”

I smile. He’s losing his cool. I swear I’ll break this man.

Jake is behind me, working his pants and then mine, dropping my jumpsuit to my ankles. I’m standing between them, still riding the high from my orgasm in nothing but my thong and high heels. Jake smooths his hands over my ass, his fingers curling under the string of my thong. He gives an almighty jerk, tearing them clean off me. Reaching around, he stuffs them in Caleb’s pocket.

“Spread for me, baby,” he murmurs.

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