“Oh, shit!” she cried when Stone’s big hands pushed under her knees, lifting her legs, spreading them wide. He buried his face between her legs, licking her from entrance to clit again and again.
She was going to come. Not only from the sheer ecstasy of Stone’s wicked tongue but the way Nico was keeping her pinned in place. They had complete control of her body. The only thing she could do was endure.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” Nico rasped, his chest against her upper back. “His mouth on your cunt.”
God, she loved when Nico talked dirty.
“You’re gonna come on his face, aren’t you, Stevie?”
She whimpered, trying to hold back the release that was barreling down on her. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. But refraining was futile. She wanted this more than she’d wanted anything in a long damn time.
“That’s it, girl,” Nico urged. “Come for us.”
Us.
She loved that word. She loved the vivid images it painted in her mind. The two of them with her always.
“Oh, God!” Stevie screamed when Stone wrapped his lips around her clit and flicked it ruthlessly with his tongue. She came in a heated rush, her body vibrating. If it hadn’t been for Nico behind her, she would’ve crashed to the floor. But he was there, holding her.
She gasped for air, panting like she’d run a mile, her limbs like noodles.
“My turn,” Nico stated.
“Wait,” she mumbled, but they ignored her as they traded places, working together to keep her where she was, sitting on the stool, her legs spread wide, arms shackled.
Then Nico was between her legs, his mouth working her until she was nearly in tears from the overwhelming pleasure. She was too sensitive, but he knew just what to do to keep the pain at bay.
Stevie writhed and moaned, leaning into Stone, grateful he was there to hold her up while Nico fucked her with his tongue.
Nico lifted his head, meeting her gaze. He pinched her clit between his forefinger and thumb, gently applying pressure. Enough that she saw stars.
He teased her entrance with one thick finger.
“Will you agree to give this a chance?” Stone asked, his voice rasping from behind her.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, crying out when Nico applied a little more pressure on her clit.
“Agree, and Nico’ll make you come again.”
Stevie held Nico’s stare. “Please.”
“Agree,” Nico insisted.
“I can’t.”
He pushed one finger inside her. Slowly. Delicately.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, grinding her teeth together.
“Agree,” he repeated.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” Stone insisted, his hand sliding over her chest, his other hand still banding her hands behind her back. He pinched her nipple. “Just agree, Stevie. And we’ll give you everything you need.”
Nico gently fucked her with his finger. It wasn’t enough. She needed more. She was so close.
“Nico…”
