Cantara was encouraged by just how easily she had persuaded the guys to play with her. She had known they would want to, but would hold back because they were afraid she wasn’t up for it again quite yet. The hell with that! She’d ridden out today, swam energetically across a lake, and recovered her memory. She needed to eradicate the bad times she’d been through by living life to the full. And she never felt more alive than when Raoul or Zeke was chastising her for some perceived wrongdoing.
She sighed with pleasure when Zeke fixed nipple clamps to her tits and, at the same time, Raoul’s slick finger penetrated her backside. She pushed against it, desperate for more than a mere finger, well aware that the needier she became, the longer Raoul would make her wait. God, but she loved these two men! Raoul was the stereotypical tall, dark, and broodingly handsome all American boy. Zeke was swarthy, slightly mysterious and tough as they came. The two were about as different as it got in terms of background, education, and ethnicity, but they had gelled when they were on the same training program for the Green Berets and had been joined at the hip ever since.
Even though she was blindfolded, Cantara closed her eyes, the better to absorb the pleasure assaulting her from all angles. They were being gentle, by their standards. The spanking she had received had been mild, but Cantara knew better than to complain. Instead she did as they had taught her, controlled her breathing and waited for the slight stinging sensation to transmute to pleasure. The fact that she had remembered what to do and wasn’t stressed by it would, she hoped, earn her a more stringent punishment the next time. She so did not want to be treated as though she was made of porcelain.
“Okay, darlin’?” Raoul asked.
“Wonderful,” she replied on a long sigh.
With a tug on the nipple clamp chain, Zeke slid further beneath her and the head of his throbbing cock collided with her lips. She slid her tongue across it, reacquainting herself with his addictive taste. At the same time she was conscious of Raoul kneeling behind her and grabbing her hips. The head of his cock slid into her backside as smoothly as Cantara sucked Zeke’s into her mouth. Both guys sighed at the same time—deep grunts of pleasure that Cantara would have echoed, had her mouth not been quite so comprehensively full of Zeke’s hard length.
“That’s it, babe,” Raoul purred, slipping a little deeper, filling her backside to capacity with his throbbing prick. “Now we’re fucking.”
Spurred on by Raoul’s passionate words, Cantara hollowed her cheeks as she sucked Zeke deeper, savoring the flavor of his arousal, earthy, sweet, and salty. Excitement flushed through her system as she started to hum and the sharp, tangible need she felt for her guys grew headier by the second. Current gathered deep in her body in response to Raoul’s growing assault on her backside. A low, pulsating throb caused her to clench and tremble as her orgasm built and she tried desperately to hold it at bay.
“Shit, baby,” Zeke spluttered. “You ain’t lost any of your skill. Keep doing that, and I’m gonna cream your throat real good.”
Raoul’s loaded balls slapped against the tops of Cantara’s thighs. The sensation burned and intensified, sending her sensitized body into sensory overload. It was no good, she was too close to hold back, and when Zeke reached out and played with her clit, it drove her over the edge. Desire, acute, liquid, and smoldering spiraled out of control, arousing every cell in her body, stunning her senses as blessed relief gripped her.
“Naughty!” But there was laughter in Raoul’s voice as he lightly tapped her butt. “Okay, darlin’, if you’re back with us, let’s pick this thing up.”
Thinking she was probably too sensitized to be able to participate, Cantara quickly discovered just how wrong she was. Zeke was controlling the thrust of his cock in and out of her mouth just as strictly as Raoul controlled the hot, slick tempo of his thrusts into her backside. Their growing pleasure communicated itself to her. She was perspiring from a combination of hot males and her own desperation. She licked Zeke from tip to balls, sipping at his arousal and swallowing down a drop of pre-cum as turbulent heat again washed through her, flickering with the intense heat of a naked flame. Raoul slapped her butt hard and she exploded a second time. Zeke’s sperm gushed into her mouth and Raoul’s flooded her backside mere seconds later.
“Shit, baby,” he said, pulling out of her and rolling onto his back, totally spent. “You are something else.”
Zeke removed himself from her mouth and kissed her lips before also falling flat on his back, panting. Temporarily spent also, Cantara rolled into position between them and someone removed her blindfold.
“Thank you,” she said in a prim voice that made them both smile. “I guess I needed that.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Hey, babe.” Raoul looked up from his computer screen the following morning and smiled at Cantara. “You okay?”
She walked up behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her chin on the top of his head. “Just fine.”
“I just got off the phone with Sanford. He’s delighted to hear you’ve regained your memory and wants us to take you into the hospital in Cheyenne tomorrow for some more tests.”
Zeke grinned across at her. “I think he wants to write a paper for a medical journal on your symptoms, cause, and recovery. You should be charging him, darlin’, not the other way around.”
“I’m just glad to have my life back.” She frowned. “Well kinda.”
“I know what you mean, honey.” Raoul covered one of her hands, resting on his shoulder. “Until we get to the bottom of this Levi business, none of us will know peace. That’s what Zeke and I are looking at right now, but we just don’t get it.” Raoul threw down his pen in disgust. “How did Levi escape? Who’s helping him, and how come we can’t find out a goddamned thing about him? If we can’t, with all our resources, someone powerful must be protecting him.”
“This calls for a fresh perspective. Let me see.”
Raoul moved aside so she could sit in his chair and read from his computer what little they had been able to find out.
“Three fucking years and we’re getting nowhere,” Zeke said in a disgruntled voice.