Asher carries me, plonking me back down on the soft bedcovers, with his hands still on my thighs, his body between my legs.
Cruz grins at me. “Let’s play a game, little darlin’.”
“What game?” I ask, my stomach churning.
“It’s called let’s see how long it takes with a few of our toys before you’re begging Asher to fuck your brains out. I give you five minutes max.”
“Two,” Asher chimes in. “She won’t last longer than two.” He winks at me.
I look between them, knowing they’re already having too much fun at my expense. But the truth is, so am I. If someone had told me a month ago that I would be locked up in my bedroom with two hot-as-hell bikers promising me unbelievable pleasure, I never would have believed them. “Not going to happen. You’re both going to lose.” I smirk slyly.
Cruz chuckles. “You underestimate us.” He flicks on one of the vibrators, a purple thing with ears, and it springs to life. He moves closer to me.
I hold up my hand to stop him. “Wait. What do I get if I make it longer than five minutes? If this is a game, and I win, I should get something.”
They consider each other. “What do you want?” Asher asks.
What do I want? “My freedom, you two loosening the reins so I can live a little while I’m staying here. And you can get your brother off my back. I don’t care if my brother is paying you, I’m an adult and I need my independence.”
Cruz shrugs. “Sure. You win, we’ll back off.”
Asher nods agreeing, but I can already see the two of them don’t think I can do it. They wouldn’t agree otherwise.
Cruz passes the rabbit to Asher and takes a magic wand, flicking the thing on. My eyes go wide. They’re going to use two at once.
Asher positions the thing between my legs, but he doesn’t fill me with it; instead, he uses the ears to toy with my clit.
You can do this, Daisy, all you have to do is keep your mouth locked up tight and not beg Asher for anything. Easy.
He changes the setting to more of a pulse. I close my eyes, my hands tangling in the sheets as I try to hang on.
Then I feel the magic wand not between my legs but moving over my bare nipples. It sends tingles right through me. My entire body feels alive, thumping and pulsing with the toys. My hips rock off the bed involuntarily, wanting more.
Instead of giving me what I need, Asher backs off, tormenting me. My clit throbs; I was so damn close to cumming.
Then I feel Cruz’s lips on me, kissing the opposite nipple to the one he’s toying with. He flicks his tongue over it and then switches to the other.
Dear God, the sensation of the two vibrators on my most sensitive places with his kisses is just too much.
Asher places kisses down the insides of my thighs.
“More,” I cry so desperate.
“More what?” Asher grins.
“Stop toying with me. Put it inside me.”
His grin widens as he shakes his head. “The only thing that’s going to fuck you tonight is my cock, and you know what you need to say for that to happen.”
Sweat trickles down my forehead. I’m losing control; nothing makes sense anymore. It’s them and their hands and their mouths and the toys, and my body is so desperate for relief, but every time I get close, Asher backs off. “Please,” I whisper, not able to help it.
“Please, what, little princess?” Cruz chimes in.
I glance at Cruz. He checks his watch. “You just hit three minutes. Asher is out. It’s just you and me in it now, baby.”
A whimper leaves my lips. I can’t help it. Fuck, two more minutes. My body starts to tremble. I feel so out of control. I shouldn’t want his cock so badly; he could just fuck me with his fingers or the toy, anything to ease this desperate pain, but he won’t because he wants to win.
Asher switches toys. This one is something I have never seen before, and when he puts it on my clit, I cry out into the room. But I don’t cum, I can’t, it’s not enough. I need to be filled. My skin goes all prickly, and the room blurs. I have never felt so out of control in all my life. It’s like I’m drunk. But I’m not. My pussy throbs, my arousal leaking out of me, wetting the sheets below. I have never been so wet, so needy for anything.
