I flop my head back on the pillow. “Ugh.”
There’s more laughter, and then Zack’s mouth presses back between my legs, taking my breath away.
The cycle continues. The guys bring me to the brink two, three, four, five times, licking and nibbling at me gently until my whole body is burning and shaking and coiling up for the explosion — and then they pull away, leaving me unrelieved and increasingly desperate.
My frustration is steadily building. The sixth time it happens, I can’t hold in my thin whine as Luke’s hot mouth disappears, right on the brink of my climax.
A hand squeezes my thigh. “You’re good,” Luke says quietly. Risking the pain in my neck, I strain to see him. The sight of his silvery hair curled up against my belly has my thighs clenching. I ache to squeeze my legs together, but the fabric at my ankles is holding me so tightly that all I can do is cant my hips up and rub frantically against his mouth. He groans, sucking on my throbbing lower lips, then puts a heavy hand on my belly, pushing me back down.
“Stay still,” he orders.
“You can grind on him all ya want, lass,” Zack says above me, sounding amused. “It’ll just make it worse. He won’t let you come.”
I choke back a sob, trying to focus on his words, but all I can think about is coming. My brain is slipping into a heady, needy haze. How long can they possibly keep doing this?
“In fact,” he muses, “just for that, I think we’d better up the ante a bit. Josh, get up here.”
There are some shuffling sounds, then Josh and Zack join me at the head of the bed, kneeling on either side of the mattress.
“Suck on her nips,” Zack orders. “I wanna see if we can make her scream.”
Josh reaches down and weighs one of my breasts in his big hand, squeezing slightly. My body jerks again in the restraints.
“God,” Zack mutters. “I love how sensitive she is. Don’t worry, honey. It might take a while, but we’ll sort you out.”
His smug look is enough to strengthen my resolve. “Fine,” I force out through gritted teeth. “Bring it on.”
FIFTY
LAYLA
Sixty minutes later, my face is wet with tears. My whole body is shaking uncontrollably, hot and cold washing over me in big shivery waves. I’m covered in sweat; it’s building under my hair, rolling down my thighs, sticking the slippery silk sheets to my bare skin. My sex is clenching desperately, pulsing and weeping all over the bed. I’m so empty I ache, deep in my womb.
Between my legs, Luke gives me another leisurely lick, tracing the tip of his tongue across my entrance, dipping inside. I choke, trying to slam my thighs together, to hold his head there, but my bound ankles just rattle the bedframe uselessly. He gives me a feather-light kiss, fluttering his lips teasingly over my sensitive, sucking flesh, and I cry out, tugging at the bonds.
I’m exhausted. I’ve been balanced on the very edge of release for what feels like forever. The guys have spent the last hour taking turns to eat me. Right now, Zack and Josh are both kneeling by the mattress at my side, kissing their ways up and down my chest as Luke takes his time between my legs.
I thought I’d be able to handle it, but I can’t. I feel dizzy. The ache in me has sharpened to actual pain. As each minute passes, I get closer and closer to my breaking point. I stare at the ceiling, tied down and splayed out, chest heaving.
Luke licks me again. At my side, Zack starts nibbling at my neck, grumbling in approval as I tremble and twist away from him, overwhelmed. Tilting my head, I look out of the big glass doors at the night sky outside. The city noise has died down now, all of the late-evening commuters gone. The lights in the windows of the opposite office buildings have all switched off. But I’m still here.
“Please,” I choke out. “Please, just let me…”
“Yeah?” Zack murmurs in my ear. “You wanna come?”
I nod furiously. I’m too far gone to be embarrassed about begging. All I can think of right now is coming.
Josh kisses my boob. “She wants to come, Luke.”
Laughing, Luke buries his face in me, his fingers gripping hard into my legs. I cry out as he starts devouring me even faster, drinking down my wetness, roughing his tongue over my throbbing hood over and over again. Simultaneously, Josh and Zack both speed up their movements, pinching and plucking at my boobs harder. I shout in relief, dropping my head back against the pillow, waiting for the sweet relief of release. Finally, finally, they’re going to let me come. I let my eyes fall shut…
And then Luke pulls away again, when I’m right at my peak.
“No!” I shout, as the warm glow inside me fades away again. “Please! Please, God, please…” All of a sudden, I start to cry, big heaving sobs that shake right out from my chest.
I’m shocked at myself. I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m not sad. I’m not even upset. I’m just turned on, and frustrated, and right at the end of my rope. There’s too much pressure boiling up in me, I have to release it somehow. If I don’t get to come soon, I’m going to scream. I rub myself against the mattress furiously, searching for any kind of friction, but my damp skin just slips over the silk.
“Shh.” Josh says, sitting up and wiping my cheeks. “Shh, sweetheart.” He leans in for a kiss. “It’s okay.”
I shake my head mutely. It’s not okay. My whole body is trembling, pounding, hurting. I’m so on edge that I spasm as he strokes his hand soothingly over my hip. “Please,” I gasp. “Please, please.”
“Zack, she’s had enough,” Luke says, kneeling down at the foot of the bed and rubbing his cheek against my thigh.
“Aye,” Zack says. “You have. C’mere, precious.” I feel hands on my wrists, tugging at the fabric, and then my arms are gently lowered to my sides. At my feet, Luke is untying my ankles. Finally able to move again, I flop back on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. The men murmur over my head for a moment, then the mattress shifts and creaks as Zack sits down on the bed next to me, scooping me up in his muscled arms. I bury my face in his bare chest, rubbing into his chest hair as I try to catch my breath. I’m sopping and pulsing and desperate between my legs, so sore and sensitive I could scream.
“Please.”
“You did so good,” he says, rocking me. “Are you ready to come now, love?”
“Please,” I rasp. “Oh, God. Please, please.”
He gives me one long, hot kiss that has me keening and trying to press closer — then he lays me out gently on the bed and stretches his muscled body over mine. His erection is a hard press between my damp thighs. I squirm my hips against his, trying desperately to push him into me.
He laughs. “Easy, lass. Hold on to me.” He takes my arms and wraps them around his neck, then finally, finally, guides his thick, smooth head to my fluttering entrance.
As soon as his hard rod pushes inside of me, cleaving through my swollen inner walls, I come immediately. My scream of relief is muffled into his neck as my entire body shakes uncontrollably against him. He makes a garbled noise deep in his chest, holding me closer as I shudder over and over, painful waves convulsing through my overstimulated, sweaty body. It feels like my release lasts forever. Every minute of getting tortured until I was hot and aching is now finally getting paid back, and the sensation is so strong it carries me away.
Zack talks me through it. “That’s it,” he murmurs in my ear. “We’ll have you coming so many times you forget your own damn name.”
The thought is so hot I almost come again right there. I peer over his shoulder. “Where—”
I see two sets of eyes fixed on me. Josh and Luke have both sat down in chairs opposite the bed and are watching intently.