40. Darcy

Even before Dex touches me, my body is thrumming like a tuning fork. I'm pure sensation. Arousal rolls over me in waves, the sharp pinch of my clamps dialling down as the blood flow halts and my nipples grow numb. But with my legs like this, the throb of my clit is so acute even the air is too much teasing to bear.

Dex already looks dishevelled from my kisses. When he crouches down on the bed, a thick lock of dark hair falls over his forehead. There's a grim set to his mouth as he surveys me through his lashes that spells trouble for me. And if that wasn't ominous enough, Max is pacing, hands in his pockets, like a panther who's been on a lentil diet and is out for blood.

‘Remember who's boss,' he tells Dex roughly, pausing right by him. ‘You are. Make her take it. Whatever you like.'

Why the fuck this has me practically coming into thin air I don't know, but I'm pumped so full of anticipation I'm trembling in my restraints.

Dex closes his eyes for a second. ‘Fucking amen to that,' he mutters, and, his own blasphemous brand of grace said, lowers his head.

I'm expecting—I don't know—kisses and licks, soft and teasing, exploratory and beguiling. I'm not expecting the bite as his teeth close sharply around the skin of my inner thigh. It smarts, and I yelp, but then he's licking the same spot before he turns, his nose and mouth millimetres from my pussy.

He stares at me, eyes dark, and splays his hands over my thighs before he licks me, long and hard, his tongue taut and decisive, from back to front.

It's so perfect and gorgeous and wonderful and everything that I practically shoot off the bed, mewling my appreciation.

‘How does she taste?' Max demands, resuming his pacing.

‘Fucking unbelievable,' Dex mutters against my skin. His hands are still pushing my legs apart, his fingertips digging into my thighs, his breaths fast and hot and infuriating.

‘Good,' Max says brusquely. ‘Show her—go on.' He comes to the side of the bed and kneels, checking the clamps, kneading my breasts, stroking my stomach, brushing my hair off my face. His movements aren't tender, though. They're possessive. Like he's bought me and he's checking me over.

Dex clearly decides not to go so easy on me, because his next touches are far more teasing. He circles my clit like he's getting to know it. He removes a hand from my thigh and uses two fingers to part my lips, holding me wide open for him before blowing on my poor flesh and then licking along, between, every fold like he's learning me—which is romantic as hell and torturous as fuck.

I give myself over to the intense physical yearning. Every lick, every movement of his fingertips against me, elicits a moan from me. And when he slowly slides a single finger all the way in and then all the way out of me, I almost scream the club down. He's not doing it to be gentle; he's doing it to drive me crazy.

‘So fucking greedy,' Max observes to Dex.

‘Mmm,' Dex murmurs. ‘But so sensitive, too.'

‘She's very amenable when you're playing with her cunt,' Max tells him. ‘Less so the rest of the time, unfortunately.' And he promptly sticks two fingers in my mouth, flattening my tongue. I taste myself on them faintly. ‘Suck,' he orders, ‘hard,' and I obey. I can't move my tongue, but I employ all the suction in my cheeks.

‘Fuck,' Max groans. ‘I'll have to give her my cock in a sec. She sucks so well.'

Dex's face jerks up between my legs for a moment, like he hadn't quite thought through the full implications of agreeing to a threesome, but I'm too far gone to care. I'll do anything Max tells me to do. And if that means putting on a show and choking on his dick while Dex licks me, I'll do it.

‘I've got to,' Max says, shuddering at the thought of it as he slides his fingers out of my mouth. He toes off his loafers and gets up on the bed, facing away from Dex and straddling me. I'm in the middle of the bed, arms outstretched above my head, and his knees land either side of my armpits.

I can't see Dex anymore, but all I care about is that he's started touching me again with slow, decadent swirls of his tongue and drags of his fingers in and out of my sensitive pussy. It seems he likes what he tastes, his low, male groans cutting through me almost as forcefully as the skill of his tongue.

Instead, I look up at Max looming over me, huge and powerful from this angle, his jaw clenched as he rips his belt buckle open and tugs down his zip. He reaches into his black boxer briefs and frees his cock, letting it slap me on the cheek, his precum painting a wet stripe across my face. I turn my head and stick out my tongue, trying to catch it, and he laughs.

‘She's so fucking eager,' he throws over his shoulder to Dex. ‘I hope you're working her up. I want her so full at both ends she won't know what to do with herself.'

And with that he fists his cock and smears its wetness across my lips before jamming it inside my mouth. The male, musky smell and taste of him hit me right in my core, his sheer size and this angle confronting as hell. I struggle to adjust to him—my tongue can barely move around him. But the predatory gleam in his eyes as he readies himself to fuck my mouth has me growing even wetter, as does the fact that Dex has apparently decided to take him at his word, obliging Max's command to "fill me up at both ends" by sticking three fingers inside me, just as hard as Max has stuck his dick in my mouth.

I'm only vaguely aware of the strangled sounds I'm making around Max, but Dex's strained Jesus fuck suggests they're pretty carnal. I blink, trying to keep my eyes open through a veil of tears, because the sight of Max, bearing down on me, riding my mouth while his hands grip my jaw and, out of sight, Dex goes to town on my pussy, is quite simply the best thing ever, and the idea that I've previously opted for one man at a time when I could have been doing this feels nothing short of deranged.

‘Fuck, she's taking me so well,' Max tells Dex, turning his head to the side.

‘She's bucking like crazy,' Dex returns, and I moan around Max's cock at the loss of Dex's tongue.

‘Okay—hold her off,' Max begs. ‘I just need a minute more in her wet little mouth.'

Dex's licks turn soft and teasing and totally fucking inadequate, and the two-against-one thing suddenly feels less hot and more inequitable. But I can't really complain, not deep down, because my greedy pussy adores the teasing, it really does, and his gentle exploration is nothing to the onslaught of the face-fucking that has me foaming at the mouth and streaming from my eyes and fighting my gag reflex over and over.

‘Fuck,' Max curses harshly, and then he's pulling out of me and climbing off me, dick proud and erect as he stands beside the bed.

‘Let her have it,' he tells Dex, and through my hyper-aroused state, I don't miss the fleeting look of disbelief Dex gives his cock before he crouches down further and sucks my clit into his mouth.

‘Oh my God!' I cry. If it wasn't for these ties, I'd shoot off the bed. My pussy is awash with warmth as my climax builds and builds.

‘Clamps coming off,' Max warns me before pinching and removing them. There's a tingling sensation and then the feeling of my nipples flooding with heat as the blood flow returns. His hands are on me, kneading my breasts, flicking my nipples, rolling and pinching them harder as they fill up and grow rosy red, and I squeeze my eyes closed in an attempt to withstand this barrage of pleasure.

Dex fucks me with three fingers, driving them in hard and crooking them each time as he laves my clit as harshly as he can. Max is rubbing and pinching the shit out of my boobs, and, if I felt alive before, I now feel like molten treacle is being injected into every erogenous zone in my body. I may be tethered to this bed, but my soul is soaring.

‘Fuck me, she's loving this,' Max says over my cries, his voice tinged with desperation. ‘How wet is she?'

‘Fucking soaking,' Dex says between licks.

It's true. I can feel my body sucking in his fingers with ease, can feel the slipperiness of his tongue against my clit. My entire being is fire and air. Max gets to his knees and leans over, sucking hard on one nipple as he works the other between his fingers, and it finishes me off.

The blessed heat rips through me, coursing through my veins and detonating me as I crest and crest and crest and crest with convulsions and shouts and huge, searing waves of pleasure that go on and on and on. As I come down from my crazy, unthinkable peak, Dex's licks gentle. When he's sure I've finished, he pulls his fingers out gently and drops his head, rubbing his forehead over my pubic bone as Max strokes my breasts, my stomach.

‘What a good fucking girl,' he says. ‘You came so hard for us.'

I turn my head and smile dazedly at him as, in my periphery, Dex staggers to his feet.

‘Jesus fucking Christ,' he says.

Max turns to him with a strained grin.

‘Now you get to decide which way you want to fuck her.'