Five Ways 'Til Sunday (9 page)

“Give yourself to us,” Mondo said, his voice soft, seductively masculine. “There will only be pleasure. I swear.”

She hung her head and closed her eyes, breathing deeply to slow the quickening flutter of her heartbeats. Mondo’s finger trailed up her backside again, and she relented. Relaxing her cheeks, allowing his palms to spread her buttocks.

A fingertip, this one lubed, touched her sensitive rosette, rubbing gel around the small hole then pushing. Mondo bit her ear, then whispered. “Let me inside.”

A shudder racked her body. Her breasts hardened, the tips tightening. Gus suckled her labia, tugging with his lips. Lord, she wanted his mouth to draw on her clit and make her come, but she knew Mondo would never allow it. Not until she gave in.

“All right,” she whispered back. “Do it.”

His finger probed again, and this time she concentrated on keeping the ring relaxed despite the burning intrusion. His finger burrowed and swirled. Her sphincter clamped around it, but he was already inside.

“Was that so bad?”

She gasped. “No.”

“If I bend you over that lounger, would you let me have your ass?”

She shook her head. “Jackson. I told Jackson he could do it first.”

“First?” Mondo laughed. “We’ll see about that.”

He pulled his fingers free, then two teased her hole while Gus continued to torture her with broad laps that only served to engorge her bare pussy.

“I’m going to push two fingers inside you. Will you take me?”

Her thighs trembled, and she was glad for her restraints because her knees would have buckled. Deep in her core, tension was winding, tighter and tighter. She knew what they all looked like, the three of them crowded around the cross while the others watched. It wasn’t a scene she’d ever thought she’d star in.

His fingers left. Something smoother rubbed against her asshole, then pushed inside. She glanced down to see that one of Gus’s hands was between her legs, pushing something inside her.

“It’s a plug, sweetheart,” Mondo said. “I want that in your ass. You have to keep it there.”

“Getting it up might be a problem,” she ground out as the plug widened. Her tender hole burned.

“Just a little more,” Gus said, his voice muffled, because he was still there, head between her legs, peering up.

“Close your eyes!”

“Why? Your asshole’s pretty.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s no such thing.”

One corner of his mouth kicked up. “I’m just gonna give this a little twist, screw it in.”

“Breathe,” Mondo said beside her ear.

“Oooh,” she moaned as her ass burned. “I don’t like this.”

“You don’t like me,” Mondo whispered. “Not right now, do you?”

She turned her head to lock gazes with him. “I can’t believe I didn’t know you were such a control freak.”

“Only about some things.”

The plug twisted, swirling in gel, then pushed upward. When the base narrowed, she let out the breath she’d been holding as the burning relented.

“That stays inside until I say so.”

“Whatever,” she muttered.

Her irritation was all show, and the gleam in his dark eyes said he knew it, maybe even relished the challenge. But so did she. Just the slight narrowing of his eyes as he stared made her nipples ache.

Mondo shook his head and tsked. “Gus, I don’t think she deserves an orgasm.”

Gus groaned and settled back on his haunches. His face gleamed with her juices, his lips were swollen. He placed his hands on his thighs and looked up to Mondo, who came around her side.

Mondo held out his hand.

Beau slapped a wand with a long strands of rawhide against his palm.

“Oh no,” she said, stiffening. The plug began to ease out of her and she tightened around it, unwilling to eject it in front of the group.

Mondo moved directly in front of her. He trailed the tail of the flogger over his erect cock then raised his arm.

Flick-flick-flick.
Across her abdomen. The strands didn’t sting, but still made her skin jump. He flicked again, this time against her inner thighs. Then he rubbed the leather into the moisture glazing her pussy. The end of the wand pushed against her lips, and she tensed, thinking he meant to impale her with it, but the wand fell away again.

“Jackson told us how much he loves your breasts. How responsive they are.”

Her nipples tingled at just the mention. She licked her lips and gave him a glare, because she knew where the next flicks would land.

Anticipation made her body grow rigid, her hands curling into fists. Her breaths deepened and she leaned away from the cross, fighting her restraints.

His hand shot out and whipped back. The flanges stroked one nipple. A sharp, slicing glance that had her hissing between her teeth. This blow had stung—but in a delicious way. Fire burned the nipple, causing it to draw tighter. He flicked the other, and this time, she let out a short cry.

“I didn’t mean to do that,” she whispered. “I was just surprised.”

“Sure you were,” Mondo said, his tone a seductive murmur. “Shall I surprise you some more?”

Marti blew a breath between her lips, meeting his gaze. He knew perfectly well how aroused she was. Fluid dripped down one thigh. Her nipples were spiked, the areolas puckered. Her whole chest and belly quivered. She had to know what it was like. How close to orgasm he could bring her with the caress and sting of his flogger.

“More,” she whispered. She leaned back, resting her head against the smooth wood and watched as he stroked her with calculated whispers of leather that left her skin pink and her woman’s core elated.

From the corner of her eye, she watched Jackson’s expression. The tightness of his jaw, the burning arousal in his eyes. Was he pleased? Had he expected her to love this?

An upward flick branded her blood-plumped pussy, and she gave a hoarse scream.

“Now, Gus,” Mondo said tossing away the flogger.

Gus fell to his knees in front of her, pulled her clit between his lips and drew hard.

Mondo stood behind Gus, his legs flush against his back as he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. The two men suckled and lapped, drew hard, then petted her with soothing laps of their tongues until she fought the bindings at her wrists and writhed her body against them, begging silently for release.

A hand cupped her cheek, turning her face. Jackson leaned toward her and took her mouth in a blazing kiss, his tongue thrusting deep, his mouth consuming hers.

Gus and Mondo, in unison, drew hard on her nipple and her clit, Gus gripping the base of her erect nub and mouthing it so fervently, she came apart, biting down on Jackson’s tongue. But he didn’t move, didn’t so much as grunt, his gaze locking with hers as she swayed and shuddered through her orgasm.

Velcro scratched, and suddenly her limp arms fell. She sagged forward, but Jackson caught her against his chest,

Her head fell back. “Jesus,” she breathed.

He kissed her mouth hard then bent to lift her in his arms. “Catch your breath, baby, we’re not done yet.”

Chapter Eight

As Jackson held her, she laid her cheek against his shoulder. Scuffling footsteps sounded around them, but she didn’t care. Right now, she needed to remember how to breathe.

At last the sounds died. She lifted her head, bumping against Jackson’s jaw, but he only chuckled. When she glanced around, she nearly had a heart attack. Mondo sat on the chaise, his back against the pillows, stroking his cloaked cock and watching her with his dark, steady gaze.

She shook her head. But that only made him smile. Then he lifted his index finger and pointed toward his cock.

Jackson set her on her feet. Pride had her stiffening her legs and straightening her shoulders. No way was Mondo going to make her whimper.

Shaking back her hair, she stepped toward the lounger.

“Crawl to me,” he said, widening his legs.

“Crawl?” She nearly laughed at the absurdity. What did he think she was? His love slave?

“On your hands and knees. I think you know how.”

“You always this charming? No wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend.”

The men around her chuckled, but a muscle along Mondo’s jaw flexed.

Had she hit a nerve? Why the fuck did she feel guilty? The thought had her edging a knee onto the chaise, but she hesitated bending to place her hands there too.

“Crawl,” he repeated softly. “Is there a problem?”

“My ass’ll be in the air.”

“And the men will all admire it. It’s very pretty.”

“There’s a plug up my butt.”

His eyelids drooped. “Think of it as jewelry,” he murmured sexily.

This time, Marti couldn’t help it. She laughed.

Mondo’s mouth twitched then stretched into a wide smile. “A little too much?”

“Ya think?”

He shrugged, still grinning. “Everyone wants to see the plug. It’ll turn them on. You want them turned on, don’t you?”

“Seriously? I don’t know if I can handle much more.”

“Baby, you will. It’s just one night.” His eyebrows waggled. “You know you want to.”

“I’m such a slut.” She ignored the chuckles from the men and dropped onto her hands, then slid her other knee onto the lounger and crawled between his legs. Her gaze fell upon his cock.

“Lips only.”

She didn’t bother making another fuss at his arrogant command. Who would she be fooling? Already, she salivated for a taste of his thick, dark cock. She licked her lips, then kissed his cock, rubbing her closed mouth over the smooth crown, spreading moisture. Then ducking down, she licked up the side of his shaft, stroking him, lapping under the grooved edge before returning for another root-to-tip swipe.

All the while she wondered who this person was, this wanton who was so eager to please a man she didn’t really know that well. What were the others thinking? Were they watching her lick Mondo’s dick like an ice cream cone and wishing she’d give them some of the same? The thought of all five of them lined up to receive service made her heart kick into higher gear.

Mondo killed the dream, reaching over to pull the lobes of her ears to remind her who was in charge. He centered her over his cock, then dug in his thumbnails.

She smirked but opened, sinking over him, swallowing him down as far as she could before she gagged, then came back up.

“Deep throat it, baby,” Jackson said from nearer than she’d thought he was. “We all wanna watch.”

His voice was a deep rumble, the tone the same as when they lay in bed snuggling. Wanting to make him proud of her skill, she loosened her jaw and waggled her head, taking Mondo past the back of her throat. She breathed through her nose and dropped lower to force his cock to tunnel into her throat. When her lips met his shaved groin, she was held still by the press of his nails.

“This is a treasure, Jackson,” Mondo said, his voice slightly strained.

Jackson’s grunt was audible, even to her, while blood rushed through her ears as she bent low over Mondo.

Fingers touched her pussy, fingering the edges of her inner folds, then plunged inside her—three, she guessed, by the girth that drove deep into her channel. Excitement had made her throat tighten, and she whimpered, afraid she’d gag and really embarrass herself.

Mondo released her ears, and she came off him, pushing up to glare behind her.

Jackson pulled his hand free then slowly licked his juiced-up fingers. “Straddle him, Marti.”

His voice was so firm and uninflected, she shook her head, feeling suddenly vulnerable, and for the first time entirely naked, body and emotions. Her eyes filled.

“Climb on his cock and then bend over. There’s something you wanted. I’ll give it to you now.”

She gulped hard then turned slowly to face Mondo again. Once again, his hand stroked his rigid cock. He paused, slid a hand beneath the pillows at his back and brought out a foil packet. As he rolled a sheath down his cock, his chest rose and fell in even breaths. How did he manage to remain calm when she was a shivering bundle of nerves?

However, when he slowly closed his legs, she stepped out from between them, placing her knees on either side of his hips, then gingerly lowered her body to consume his cock. His hands went to her hips to steady her, easing her down until she sat with her pussy flush against his groin just as her mouth had been moments ago.

A hand pushed between her shoulder blades forcing her to lean over Mondo. Fingers plucked at the plug and removed it. Her cheeks burned, but she pressed her mouth into a straight line, unwilling to show weakness.

Mondo’s gaze never strayed from her face, not when the plug slipped free, not when someone washed her rear entrance, and not when another man climbed onto the lounger behind her.

Jackson’s firm hands slipped around her torso and lifted her until her arms straightened. Then he cupped her bottom and pushed apart the globes of her ass. Since he was holding her spread, someone else had to be rubbing lube around her hole.

She shook her head, but still uttered no complaint. Only when Jackson pushed the tip of his cock against her entrance did she let loose with another whimper.

Mondo palmed her breasts and massaged them. “Breathe deep. Relax. You will like this.”

“You swearing again?”

“You liked the flogging, didn’t you?”

She nodded slowly.

Jackson pushed, circling his hips behind her, easing slowly into her.

The pressure was immense. The burning nearly painful. Air hissed between her clenched teeth.

Mondo squeezed her breasts, a welcome distraction. “You’ll love his dick sliding up your ass. When he’s deep inside you, he’ll move for both of us.”

The crown breached her tight opening, but held there. Jackson’s breaths shortened.

Needing to think about something else, she asked, “Mondo, can I ask you something?”

“Anything, darling.”

“Do you think a man can forget something like this? Forget his friend was seven inches deep inside his girl?”

“You worry too much about rules. About what a man thinks. Jackson’s been in charge this entire time. He let me take the lead. He let me have your pussy. Do you feel how hard he is?”

She gasped. “Im-
poss
ible to miss.”