Leah Braemel - Private Property

Her hands snaked around Mark’s hips, and drew his pants down to his knees. His underwear quickly followed suit. She shoved her hands under his ass and grabbed his buttocks while she licked the taut, satiny head. In a violent motion his hips arched up, shoved his cock through her lips until it touched her throat. God, he tasted so good! This felt so right. Wildly desperate, her nails dug into his ass, her mouth sucking, needing to make him come deep in her throat, needing to taste him.

The mattress dipped behind her. Fingers parted her labia and started playing with her clit. They moved expertly, pressing against her most sensitive areas, driving her wild with need. When two fingers penetrated her and stroked deep inside, she struggled to match the rhythm she knew Mark loved, needed.

Please don’t pull me away, she silently pleaded to Sam.

Except Sam didn’t hear her silent entreaty. Instead he withdrew his fingers and grasped her hips. Stopped her motion. Mark cursed volubly when Sam pulled her away.

“No,” she moaned. “Please, Sam, I want to do this for Mark. I need him.”

Sam leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear. “Then ride him, sweet pea.”

Before Sam could retract his suggestion, Jodi swung her leg over Mark and sheathed him in one movement. She braced herself on his shoulders and rotated her hips, grinding his cock deep against her womb. All memory of Sam lost, she merged herself with Mark, their bodies moving in a sinuous dance. Just as she was climbing the final peak, she felt a hand on her shoulder, pressing her toward Mark.

“Let him suck those luscious tits,” Sam instructed.

“How am I supposed to suck them with these on?” Mark snagged one leather tassel in his teeth and growled. The pressure from the clamp pulled on her nipple, sending a bolt of lightning into her core.

Chuckling, Sam removed the nipple clamps and dropped them on the bed beside her. Mark laved the tender peaks. The soothing gesture was at odds to the fierce expression in his eyes; the soft words he murmured defied the bunched muscles in his arms and shoulders that threatened violence.

Sam said something but her mind was in such a whirl from Mark’s attentions that she didn’t hear. This-this was what she wanted. The two of them so close together she’d lost track of where she stopped and he began.

She was pulled from the brink when Sam pulled the butt plug out in a smooth movement.

His broad hand pressed against the back of her neck, laying her flat over Mark. “Don’t worry, sweet pea, you can keep lovin’ your man there. I’m just fixin’ to perform item number seven on your list.”

Her mind whirled, her thoughts a morass. What was item seven?

Oh shit! She’d said she wanted to have two men inside her at the same time. Did she want that? Should she tell him no? She buried her head in the crook of Mark’s neck. What would it be like to feel another cock warming her, caressing her in both places at the same time? Of course she wanted to try this. Look how empty she’d felt when he’d removed the butt plug. And she might never get another chance. She consciously relaxed against Mark and murmured, “All right.”

Thick fingers smeared cool gel over her ass and she felt that broad head nudge her tender opening. In a smooth movement, he pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of her anus.

“Shit, Mark, she’s so fuckin’ tight.” Sam groaned as he thrust into her deeper.

In an unconscious protest, she whimpered as Sam continued his relentless assault.

“Sam, stop, you’re hurting her.” Mark wrapped his hands on the chains holding him in place and pulled them tight. “Goddamn it, stop it!”

“No, don’t stop. Please,” Jodi gasped. “Mark, he’s not hurting me.”

Sam curled over her, his wiry chest hair tickling her back. “Just relax, sweet pea, breathe.”

Her whimper changed to a deep-throated moan as the hot pain of her ass combined with the white flare of pleasure in her pussy. Arching her back, she pushed against his shaft. Mark shifted inside her, the pressure of being stretched by the two cocks an erotic assault that sent fireballs rocketing through her system.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” The slow glide stopped as he seated himself deep inside. He tenderly stroked her back as he waited for her to adjust.

He rocked into her in languid thrusts, pushing and pulling her cheeks apart as his cock stroked the walls of her ass.

Mark tilted his hips and began to match his movements to Sam’s, never taking his gaze from Jodi’s face.

“Eres mia.” Mark’s eyes flashed and though whatever he’d said sounded beautiful, it wasn’t said with his usual fluid grace. If anything, he ground out the words as a statement, a declaration. A challenge.

“Eres mia, solo mia,” he said again as he thrust deep within her.

“Do you know what he’s saying?” Sam asked quietly.

Jodi shook her head.

He leaned closer, whispering so only she could hear. “He’s saying ‘you’re mine, only mine.’”

Tears filled her eyes at the translation. Did she dare hope that he loved her too?

“I’m yours, only yours,” she whispered, pressing her lips against his.

“Te amo.” He captured her lips, joined them until they were both panting for breath. “Te amo, Jodi. Te amo.”

That one needed no translation. “I love you too,” she replied softly.

The sweetness of Mark’s declaration combined with the sensation of being so exquisitely filled, sandwiched between the two men, set her senses into overload. The fireworks sparkling at the edge of her vision exploded, a comet flaring across the sky. She came down from the heavens to hear Sam’s deep groan as he filled her with liquid heat.

She collapsed against Mark’s chest, her arms and legs shaking, unable to move. Sam withdrew and rolled to the side.

Before she’d regained her strength, a large hand slapped her tender behind.

“You’re a very bad girl, Jodi,” Sam said. “I only gave you permission to unzip Mark’s fly, not blow him. And you definitely weren’t supposed to fuck him yet.”

But despite his stern manner, a broad grin lit his face. He leaned over and pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, sweet pea. Now, you’d better undo loverboy there before he starts to incinerate.”

A promise in her smile, Jodi scrambled around and undid the restraint binding Mark’s left ankle, then his right.

She lingered before undoing the arm restraints, teased his nipples, dipped one finger into his navel, curled her fingers around his cock and stroked the still-engorged head. Had he not completed when she and Sam had?

“Undo the damned wrist straps, will you?” he growled.

The moment she’d loosened the final clasp, Mark flipped Jodi onto the bed and held her in place with the weight of his body. Entered her. Claimed her.

Mark ploughed his cock into Jodi as if possessed, desperate to claim her back as his own, desperate to make her body forget what it felt like to have another man’s cock stretching her, filling her.

“You’re mine! Only mine,” he growled.

When she wrapped her legs around his waist, welcoming him, his groans battled with the squeaks of the bed and the slap of his thighs against hers.

Embers burst into flame, rocketing down his spine. His balls tightened against his body, but he kept ramming into her until she screamed her release, something she hadn’t done with Sam he noted with masculine pride.

Now. Now. His essence erupted, molten lava into a white-hot cavern, an explosion of love and anger and jealousy.

He collapsed on top of her, laying there for a few minutes, his breathing rough. Resting his forehead against hers, he stroked her face, crooning to her in Spanish knowing she wouldn’t understand, and his tone gentle so she wouldn’t know he cursed Sam, cursed himself. His touch trailed down her neck, stroked her shoulders, while his head dipped to kiss the reddened flesh of her breasts.