Carter's Cuffs (6 page)

“God, yes.”

She began to lower herself, slowly, slowly, aware that behind her, Melanie still rode him hard.

“Do you want me to fuck your mouth while Melanie fucks your cock?”

“Unh.” He lifted his head then, toward her, trying to reach since she was moving so gradually.

But she wasn’t going to make him work that hard. No, she was happy to do the work here, so she finally lowered her pussy over his mouth, where she felt the heat of his breath, then the scintillating blast of pleasure when he raked his tongue over her clit. “Oh…oh God,” she breathed. The sensation spread through her like wildfire, starting in her cunt but rapidly expanding outward. “Oh God,
yeah
.”

Letting the hot delight grip her, she moved over him, gyrating against his ministrations. She held onto the dark headboard before her, let her eyes fall shut, and drank in each and every lick he delivered, loving the sense of control the position gave her.

Carter moved his tongue deeper into her folds as they passed over his mouth, wetting her thoroughly from front to back, but always ending expertly at her clit. “Oh God, baby, that’s good,” she said, her voice dark with arousal. “So good.” Her body urged her to push down harder, harder, giving him no choice in the matter. That’s when he began to suck her clit.

She pressed her lips tight, trying to hold herself together, but a sob of abject pleasure escaped her. She clenched her teeth, her breath coming jagged, heavy, as she fucked his mouth, as promised.

Behind her, Melanie reached around, letting her small hands close over Erin’s breasts. She glanced down with a rough sigh. Saw her own nipples, taut and hard, jutting between her friend’s tapered fingers. Experienced a sensation of pure hedonism, as if she were indulging in a mini-Roman orgy right here in Caesars Palace. But then her eyes dropped—to Carter’s.

So green. Boring into her. Situated just above her parted flesh—the vision so forbidden and wild.

“Oh God,” she said, their gazes connecting as hot waves of pleasure broke over her without warning—crashing, crashing—making it all she could do to hold on to the headboard and not collapse. “Oh God!” She let her eyes fall shut, unable to keep watching Carter licking her as she came—it was too personal, too intimate.

You thought sex with him wouldn’t be personal?

She shoved the question aside and soaked up the last of the pulsations just before her body began to feel limp and exhausted, urging her to
 
lean back from his face.

Oh Lord, his mouth, chin and jaw were so wet. With her. She pulled in her breath, still meeting his eyes.

“Kiss me, Erin. Kiss me again.”

Those deep emerald eyes beckoned, so she eased her body farther down his torso, finally bumping her ass against Melanie, who still rode his cock, who still caressed Erin’s breasts in her massaging hands. Now Melanie’s nipples stabbed into her shoulder blades and she found herself resting back against her friend’s feminine curves for a small, reckless moment of abandon, absorbing the attention to her breasts, feeling how sensual and erotic she must look to Carter this way. Given where she sat now, she could feel his pelvic thrusts, even though it was the woman behind her he fucked.

Bending as Melanie continued caressing her sensitive mounds, she lowered slow, heated kisses to Carter’s chest, his neck, and then his mouth. Full tongue kisses, her hands in his hair, and she tasted herself, salty and strangely sweet. She found herself not particularly liking the taste but kissing him harder because it was so primal—it turned something inside her feral, almost animalistic.

Melanie’s hands shifted from Erin’s breasts to her ass, but in some way, as she kissed Carter over and over, it was easy to imagine they were
his
hands, how he would touch her if he could.

Too much emotion swirled around her—she felt too damn much. How was it possible? She’d been so careful, so sure that if she brought a third party into the mix and chained him up and made it into something totally outrageous that it would be impossible to view it—or to
feel
it—in any other way. Yet somehow, getting this close to him, sharing something so dirty with him, letting him see parts of her
she
hadn’t even known existed until this moment…made her feel tied to him now, intimately connected.

She couldn’t even fight it—could only bask in it. She kept kissing him, letting Melanie run those soft fingers over her body, and she realized that without meaning to, she was rubbing her pussy against his belly, seeking more attention there, needing more stimulation, whether she liked it or not.

“Oh…oh yeah,” Melanie said, low and deeply aroused. She kneaded Erin’s ass now, her thighs creating friction at the back of Erin’s, and with every undulation on Carter, Melanie’s pussy brushed Erin’s backside. They all breathed heavily together, Erin letting her fingers curl into Carter’s chest, wondering if she could come again just from rubbing up against his stomach with Melanie behind her.

“Oh God, here I go!” Melanie cried. “Now!”

The group gyrations nearly rocked the bed off its foundations as the headboard banged the wall. Melanie let out high-pitched sobs as she sank her fingernails into Erin’s ass, making her grit her teeth at the mix of pleasure-pain.

“Oh…” Melanie breathed more softly as she came down from her climax, her movements slowing until they halted altogether. Then she slumped over Erin’s back, pushing her down against Carter’s chest and seeming to hug them both. “Oh my God,” she said, voice languid and spent. “That was fucking incredible.” Erin could sense her friend’s satisfied smile.

“Now you, Erin,” Carter said a moment later, his deep voice near her ear.

She raised her gaze, shocked to find their faces so close.

“Now
you
ride my cock and make this birthday present complete.”

She pulled in her breath. Another command. But also another she wanted to obey. She pushed herself upright as Melanie climbed off him and moved around to the side. Mel looked flushed and pretty and giddy as she first leaned in to kiss Erin, then bent to gently kiss Carter as well. “Thank you, baby,” she said to him as Erin wondered if
Melanie
could taste her on Carter’s mouth, too.

A soft, throaty laugh echoed upward from the bed. “I think
I
should be thanking you. I, uh…” he glanced over his head to where he was chained to the post “…didn’t exactly do a lot.”

Melanie grinned, saucy and flirtatious. “I beg to differ. You have a
fabulous
cock and you
definitely
know to use it, even attached to a bed.” She caressed his chest, then turned to Erin, her gaze reckless, hungry. “Do it, Erin. Fuck him. I want to watch you fuck him.”

In a way, it was hard to believe this was her friend whom she lunched with on a regular basis, but Melanie was a free and wild spirit, and her attitude since they’d gotten naked had turned Erin on and made it easier for her to do forbidden things. So, just to excite all three of them a little more, she said, “Help me.”

First, the two girls replaced Carter’s condom with a fresh one, their fingers touching as they slowly rolled it down onto him. Next, Melanie smiled and rose up on her knees, reaching to brace her palms on Erin’s hips. Lifting a light kiss to Erin’s right nipple—making her shiver and Carter moan—she helped Erin lift and lean back until she hovered over Carter’s crotch, her pussy maddeningly hungry for what lay between his legs.

Releasing Erin’s hips, Melanie reached down to lift Carter’s big, hard shaft from where it rested on his belly. She held it upright for Erin, who poised her cunt against the tip in just the right spot, then thrust down, hard. Erin and Carter both cried out.

She hadn’t wanted to take him softly—she’d needed to feel him deep, all the way in, and she’d needed to take back the mental control she feared she’d lost. She’d needed to turn this into something rough and emotionless so that she felt only physical sensation, so that it would blot out anything else.

She rode him hard, bracing her hands flat on his stomach, feeling the jiggle of her breasts as she rocked, the feel of his pole-like cock sliding deep, deep, with each move she made.

Of course, he thrust, too, just as hard, and he was so big that the sensation was almost overwhelming, bordering on pain at times, but she didn’t care—she just wanted her body to feel it, to fuck him, to give him what they both needed and to keep her emotions out of it.

It almost worked. She felt it, hard. With each thrust, she felt as if his shaft drove farther and farther into her, the sensations echoing up through her breasts, out through her arms, her legs. “Unh! Unh!” she cried out. He groaned along with her.

But the problem was with his eyes.

She looked into them.

And felt more than the sex.

She felt it all. The forbidden liaison…and the strange intimacy. She felt them peering into each other’s souls. And bringing each other the hardest, deepest sort of physical pleasure. Her nails dug into his flesh.

“I wish I could touch you,” he growled, sounding desperate.

“You are.” She gazed down to where their bodies interlocked.

“Other ways,” he breathed.

Where was Melanie?

Oh, right beside them. God, she was even caressing Erin’s knee with one hand, Carter’s chest with the other. But like earlier, for a few moments Erin had truly forgotten she was there. The connection with Carter ran too deep, too strong.

And her motions relaxed into something more wildly, deeply passionate than the hard downward plunges of a minute before.

She let her body go, let it take over.

She moved in small, rhythmic circles that let her clit rub against him in front while she caressed his cock with her slick inner walls.

Good. So good.

But she needed just a little more. Her hands left him and found her own flesh, her breasts, too big for her palms. She squeezed and kneaded and stroked, and Carter’s jaw dropped with lust. “Aw yeah, baby. Do that some more. That’s so fucking pretty.”

Her breath came slower, louder.

And Carter said, “Come for me, baby.”

Another command.

That’s all it took. “Oh God!” The second orgasm was so strong it almost hurt. Her body buckled and pitched forward. “Oh God! Oh God!” The tremors shook her uncontrollably as she curled her hands into fists at Carter’s chest and wished…that he could hug her. But he couldn’t, of course, because she’d cuffed him to the bed. She found herself missing that natural, sure sense of security a simple hug could provide.

Yet she forgot all about that when he said, “Oh Christ, baby, hold on—here I come, too!”

And he rocked her hard, thrusting wild and deep, and she
did
have to hold on, wrapping her arms around him to stay mounted until his moans finally faded to quiet.

She lay that way a blissful moment longer, not thinking about handcuffs or Melanie—or anything but her and Carter and the fact they’d just shared intense orgasms and she wanted to rest with him this way, cuddle up against him and fall asleep.

Of course, she couldn’t. Melanie was there. They’d had a
three-way
. She’d
cuffed
him to a bed to make sure she controlled the situation. And she supposed she had indeed succeeded in controlling the situation, most of the time anyway—but she hadn’t exactly succeeded in controlling her heart.

“This is the best birthday present I ever got,” he finally said, and she lifted her head from his chest to see a sexy, tired smile.

She let herself smile back. “It’s the best one I’ve ever given.”

“You gonna turn me loose now?” He raised his eyebrows, still grinning softly.

She only sighed. This was going to be the really tricky part. Because as tempting as it might be to uncuff Carter and snuggle up with him, she couldn’t.

In fact, she had to get out of here, fast. She already felt way too much—she couldn’t risk feeling any more. “Um…” she hedged, easing up off his large shaft and immediately feeling empty without it.

“Um?” he asked.

She could no longer look at his face.

Melanie, she realized, had grabbed up her underwear and scurried to the bathroom. But Erin didn’t think she was going to have
time
for the bathroom, since each second from this point on felt critical, and agonizing.

Sucking in her breath, still avoiding his eyes, she hurried from the bed and spotted her panties in a twist on the carpet. She grabbed them and straightened them out and wished they weren’t so soaked but put them on anyway. In one brisk move, she raised the cups of her bra back into place.

“So?” Carter said. “Uncuff me.” But he sounded like he already realized that wasn’t gonna happen.

Fortunately, Melanie exited the bathroom just then, back in her peach lace ensemble and somehow looking fresh and glowing despite all the hot sex they’d just indulged in. “Afraid not,” she told Carter, and Erin appreciated her friend taking over.

She supposed, now that the passion had passed, Melanie could see the forlorn look Erin was desperately trying to hide. She’d never been skilled at concealing her emotions. Which was precisely why it was so vital that she not
have
too many. They just got in the way.

“What?” he asked.