Author: Olivia Cunning

“You want my fingers up your ass?” she asked.

He bit his lip and nodded.

“While I do what?”

“Suck my cock.”

She collected a pillow from the bed, bending unnecessarily across the mattress as she reached for it. She somehow managed to flip up her skirt to give him a glimpse of her rounded bottom and the white string of her thong. He clutched his hands into tight fists to keep himself put. She hugged the pillow to her chest and opened the drawer next to the bed. She retrieved a tube of lubricant. Was that for him? Was she going to shove her fingers up his ass like he’d mentioned? By the time she tossed the pillow at his feet and knelt on it before him, he was a tangle of nerves and anticipation.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said, looking so beautiful on her knees that he was tempted to take a picture, blow it up to poster-size, and hang it on the underside of the bunk above his. “You’ll have to let me know if I find the spot or if I hurt you.”

He closed his eyes and nodded. Oh God, she was really going to do it. He’d fantasized about it for months. It probably wouldn’t live up to his expectations, but he was eager to find out.

His cock entered the warmth of her mouth. The gentle tug of her suction as she bobbed her head made his balls tighten. Her hand touched the inside of his thigh, and he almost leapt out of his skin. His entire body taut, he breathed heavily to calm himself. Maybe the fantasy was better than reality. Maybe he should stop her now.

She cupped his balls and gently massaged the loose skin, driving him insane with desire. When he relaxed again, her hand moved from his balls, and he heard her squirt lubricant onto her fingers. She urged him to spread his legs wider by pressing on the inside of his thigh with the back of her wrist. He loosened his stance, but tensed when her cool, slippery fingers pressed against his ass.

“Wait,” he gasped. Too late. She pressed upward and slid a finger inside him. It felt weird. And somehow satisfying. He relaxed after he became accustomed to the sexy invasion. He grunted in protest when she pulled her finger free. Was she finished?

“I liked it,” he admitted, getting caught up in the tug of her lips on his cock as she sucked him. He looked down and found her applying more lube. So she wasn’t done.

She slid two fingers inside him this time, filling him in a way he’d never been filled before. When she slid her fingers in and out of him—driving deeper, deeper—he began to tremble uncontrollably. “Oh God, Rebekah,” he groaned.

Her fingers moved inside him. Seeking. Pressing forward. He shuddered hard when she found it. “Right there,” he sputtered.

She sucked him hard then, rubbing against something inside him that made him come so hard he could scarcely stay on his feet. His vision blurred as she bobbed her head faster, sucked harder, rubbed and rubbed against a perfect little place she’d discovered. He couldn’t stop coming. Excited beyond comprehension, he grabbed the back of her head to hold her still while he spurt into her throat. After his fluids were spent, the pleasurable waves pulsated through the base of his cock, up his ass, and deep inside.

“You have to stop,” he panted. “Oh please, oh please.” With one hard shudder, he found he was coming again. Not ejaculating, but coming. “Rebekah?” His fingers tightened in her hair, and his back arched until the back of his head slammed into the door. And she kept him there, suspended in ecstasy for so long he thought he’d pass out. When his body stilled, she pulled her fingers free, leaving a strange, wet, inside-out feeling in their wake.

She released his cock from her mouth, and he forced his eyes open to look at her.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

His response in the affirmative was no more than the flutter of his lashes as his eyes tried to roll into the back of his head.

“Did I do it right?”

He slid down the door, his feet sliding out from under him, and collected her in a tight hug when she came within reach. “Mmmm,” he murmured, his thoughts languid and body exhausted. “Love you,” he managed and landed a kiss somewhere on her head.

“Love you too. Are you finished for the night?”

He shook his head. “Give me a minute. That was fucking incredible.”

He held her as he caught his breath. After a long while, she pulled away and climbed to her feet. Looking at her in that hot little outfit, with those geeky glasses and her hair coming loose from its knot, had his cock stirring with renewed interest.

“Get up, stand at the end of the bed, and don’t move,” she said. “I’m going to wash my hands, and then I’m going to show you how hot and wet my pussy is for you right now. You are going to watch me make myself come as punishment for making me want you.”

Oh, hell yeah. She really had read his essay. Eric climbed to his feet and stood facing the end of the bed to wait. He squirmed. Still wet with lubricant, his ass felt really weird. That anal probe had totally lived up to his expectations. Wow. No wonder Brian had married Myrna.

Rebekah left the room. It felt like an eternity before she finally returned. Jace was with her. Eric’s heart skipped a beat. He’d participated in threesomes with Aggie and Jace. He’d mentioned them in his essay. Described how good it felt to have Jace’s cock sliding against his while they’d both been buried inside Aggie. Shit. He wished he hadn’t mentioned that. Eric hoped Rebekah didn’t plan on hooking up with Jace. Eric didn’t care how hot threesomes were or how much pleasure a woman might receive when stuffed with two cocks. Eric was not sharing Rebekah with anyone. Not even his best friend.

Jace crouched at Eric’s feet and fastened a thick leather cuff around his ankle. Jace secured the cuff to the leg of the bed with a chain.

Eric scowled. “What are you—”

Rebekah cracked him on the ass with her ruler. “Quiet,” she demanded. “He’s helping me make sure you don’t participate while I pleasure myself.”

After both of Eric’s ankles were secured to opposite legs of the bed, Jace bound Eric’s wrists together behind his back. He secured Eric’s ankles together with a short chain and then fastened another chain behind Eric’s back to connect his wrists to the chain between his ankles.

“He won’t be able to bend forward,” Jace said.

Eric tried it. Just an inch of bending, and Eric’s shoulders and hamstrings protested in pain. “He’s right.”

“If he tries to squat, he’ll lose his balance and fall,” Jace said. “His knees and ankles will hurt like a son of a bitch.”

Eric would take his word on that one.

“And if he stands there like a good boy?” Rebekah asked.

Jace grinned, his typical cuteness overshadowed by the wicked gleam in his eyes. “He doesn’t have a choice.” He handed something to Rebekah. “Use these if you really want to drive him insane.”

Eric tried to see what they were doing behind him.

“How does this work?” she asked.

Jace leaned close to whisper into her ear. Eric could see him demonstrating something, but he couldn’t turn his head far enough to see much.

“Thanks, Jace,” she said.

Jace shook his head as he inspected his handiwork. “Damn, I miss Aggie.” He let himself out of the room.

Eric glanced behind his back at Rebekah. “What did he give you?”

She moved to stand beside him and leaned against his side. “Things for punishing naughty boys.”

He felt something against his ass. “What?”

With one motion, she filled his ass with something hard and cold and just thick enough to keep him aware of its possession.

She massaged the plug she’d inserted in his ass until he squirmed, and his cock was as hard as granite.

“You like that, don’t you? Admit it. It feels good to have that inside.”

“Yeah. I like it.”

She stepped behind him, her skirt brushing against his restrained hands. She slid a cock ring in place, moving it all the way to the base of his erection and then fastened some leather harness around his balls and connected it to the cock ring.

She stroked his cock until it was so swollen it ached. The butt plug, the harness around his nuts, and the cock ring took him to that instant right before climax and held him there. He groaned in torment.

Rebekah crawled onto the bed in front of him. She stretched out on her back and spread her legs. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see under her skirt, and when he bent slightly to catch a glimpse, his restraints had him straightening in an instant. Still fully clothed, if you considered her revealing outfit clothes, Rebekah massaged both breasts.

Her hand slid down her belly and under her skirt. She rubbed her clit through her panties. The sound of her juicy pussy begging to be filled made Eric’s cock throb painfully. Her hand disappeared into her panties, and he knew she was sliding her fingers into her body, but his view was obstructed.

“Show me, Rebekah,” he pleaded. “I want to see.”

“Do you want to see my fingers sliding in and out of my slick pussy?”

“Yes.”

“They feel good in there,” she whispered, her panties moving with the movement of her hand. “I’m so turned on by my naughty boy that I think I might come soon.”

“I wanna see when you come.”

“Oh, I’m so wet and swollen and hot, Eric. You make me that way.”

“Take your panties off,” he requested. This was driving him crazy.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasped. “Oh. Oh.”

She shuddered hard, her body writhing across the mattress, and he couldn’t see a damned thing. “Rebekah,” he gasped. He understood now why she’d restrained him. She wanted to torture him until he died from lack of gratification.

“I want your cock inside me,” she said. She moved to her hands and knees and backed up to the end of the bed where he stood. She tugged her panties to one side and rocked backward, seeking his cock. He watched in torturous bliss as she missed continually. The fact that he couldn’t do anything but watch and wait for her to find him drove him to distraction. She didn’t seem to improve her aim at all. She kept bumping her hot slit against his oversensitized cock head, not letting him sink into her body.

“I can’t take much more of this,” he growled.

He slid into her an inch. He gasped, his head dropping back in bliss. She rocked back and forth, taking him shallow. He wanted to plunge forward, but couldn’t without risking injury, so he had to stand still and let her have her way. His balance was already compromised by the restraints, and the movement of the bus as it climbed a hill put him in further jeopardy of falling.

She crawled forward after a moment and turned around. “I bet I taste good,” she said. “What do you think?”

“I know you taste good.”

She sucked her cum off the head of his cock. He could feel the beginning pulsations of orgasm at the base of his dick, but he couldn’t attain the release he so desperately needed.

“You’re right. I do taste good,” she said. “Would you like to watch me eat out another girl?”

He thought about his answer carefully, because he, like most any guy, had fantasized about watching two sexy girls get it on. But he, unlike most guys, had witnessed it more times than he could count. He’d loved the experience every time but had no desire to see Rebekah’s sweet mouth on anyone but him. Not even another girl. “No,” he said after a moment.

She seemed surprised by his answer. “I thought that would be your ultimate fantasy.”

“You and me alone. That’s my ultimate fantasy.”

She smiled. “Oh, naughty boy, when you say things like that, I want to fuck you even more.”

“Have I been punished enough?” he asked breathlessly.