Manhandled (31 page)

And then there’s the fact that I’m actually going through with this ridiculous little plan.

Add to that the knife tucked in my boot, the handcuffs in my back pocket, and a fake handgun tucked into my belt, and maybe
acting like a psycho isn’t such a stretch for me after all.

I run my thumb over the key Nick gave me and look at the door in front of me. The last time I was here, we all ate takeout
and watched
Attack of the 50 Ft. Woman.

I hope Nick knows what he’s doing. Oh hell, Nick doesn’t even know how to dress himself properly. What the fuck possessed
me to agree to this? That’s right. I thought it would be fun. Maybe I’ll make Nick put that pretty mouth to some good use
and lick my floor clean.

I slip the key into the lock and turn it, opening the door slowly and quietly. Peeking inside, I spot Devin lounging on the
sofa, bathed in the blue light from the TV. His long legs are stretched out in front of him and he’s wearing black sweatpants
and a white wifebeater that bares his nicely shaped arms and hints at the hard build of his chest. His dark hair brushes the
tops of his shoulders, framing his classically chiseled profile.

Showtime.

I slink inside, pulling the gun out of my belt. Devin’s fixated on some news story about a rabid deer attacking local cats.
I walk up behind him and press the muzzle of the gun into the back of his skull.

Leaning over, I whisper in his ear, “Hello, Devin.”

He stiffens. I slide the gun down the back of his neck, draping my arm across his shoulders, brushing the barrel along his
strong jaw.

“What are you doing?” His voice is soft and low.

I chuckle, letting my tongue dart against his earlobe. “Just having a little fun.” I push the muzzle into the pulse point
at the back of his jaw. “You never have any fun, do you, Devin?” I blow lightly in his ear. “We’ll have to fix that, won’t
we?”

He tries to pull away but I grab his shoulder and keep him anchored to the sofa, gun digging into his neck.

He swallows. “This isn’t funny, BJ.”

“Oh, I’m finding it quite amusing.” My leather-clad fingers slip through his soft, feathery hair. “You don’t think I notice,
do you?”

“Notice what?”

I jab the gun deeper into his neck and he grunts softly.

“The way you look at me. Those mocking stares when you’re shoving your tongue down Nick’s throat right in front of me.” I
rest my cheek on the top of his head, breathing in the clean pine-and-musk scent of him. “You know I want you.” I let the
flat of the gun rest over his rapidly beating heart. “And you like it. Having that power to make me hard with just a look,
a touch.” I wrap my hand around his jaw and turn his face to me. “Well not anymore, Devin. You’re mine now.” I capture his
wide, sensual mouth in a fierce kiss.

He jerks away, scrambling backward to the other side of the sofa, panting hard. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing you can’t fix.” I slip off my coat and drape it over the back of the couch. His wide green eyes watch me intently.

“Like what you see?” I grin and do a little pirouette, bringing the gun back up to his pale face. Stalking around to the other
side of the sofa, I grab his arm and yank him up, jabbing the gun into the small of his back as he regains his footing. Smoothing
my palm up the back of his thigh and over his tight, round ass, I draw my tongue up the nape of his neck. My arms wrap around
his waist, my hips pressing into his ass. I am actually getting hard now.

What can I say? Devin’s hot.

“Feel what you do to me? You drive me
crazy.
” My sick grin turns into a laugh, all raspy and low. Very psycho, if I do say so myself.

My hands dance down the hard ripples of muscle in his stomach, dipping into the waistband of his sweat-pants. My fingertips
draw little circles around his hipbone as I rub my crotch against his ass. Shit, that feels good. Grasping his hips, I thrust
myself harder against him, moaning loudly.

Nick better get his ass here soon or I really
am
going to rape his boyfriend.

“You don’t have to do this, BJ.” His voice is thick and deep, and trembles just a bit. It hits my skin like a warm drizzle.

I shudder and step back, jabbing the gun into his spine again. “Shut up, bitch.” I shove him in the direction of the bedroom.
He stumbles forward and then turns around, eyes bright and lips parted.

“If you wanted me, you could’ve just asked.” He reaches a long-fingered hand out and brushes my cheek.

I back up quickly.

Whoa, this is not supposed to happen.

Devin advances on me. “I didn’t know you felt like this, BJ.” He raises his arms helplessly. “I mean, if you felt you had
to go through all this to have me …” He grabs my wrist and eases the gun from my hand.

Shit shit shit. Nick, where the fuck are you?

Still holding my wrist, he sets the gun down on the coffee table and brings my hand down to his crotch, and damn, he’s fucking
hung—and quite happy to see me. He steps in and kisses me shallowly, teasing, leaving my lips tingling.

He rests his forehead against mine and my eyes flutter shut. Oh fuck.

This is bad.

Devin pushes me up against the wall, his long, hard body pressing into mine as he plants warm kisses along my jaw.

Very bad.

I groan as his hands grip my ass.

Very,
very
good. No, wait—bad.

He lifts his head and cocks an eyebrow at me. “What have we got here?” His hand slips into my back pocket and closes around
the handcuffs. He pulls them out and dangles them in front of me. “Kinky little bitch, aren’t you?”

I try to grab the handcuffs, but he lifts them above his head and grabs my hands, locking the cuffs on me.

OK, to say this isn’t going as planned is quite the understatement.

He grinds his hips into mine and kisses me again, hard and deep this time. His hand slips under my shirt, and he tugs on my
nipple ring, making me groan into his mouth and thrust my aching crotch against his.

His voice is a husky whisper next to my ear, vibrating deep into my spine. “That’s it, baby. This is what you wanted, isn’t
it?” His tongue dances over the crease of my lips until my mouth opens for him and it slips inside, his teeth tugging at my
lower lip.

He strips off his wifebeater, and then begins to nibble on the sensitive flesh of my throat. The handcuffs are biting into
my wrists even through the gloves, and my hands are trapped against the warm, hard surface of his chest, fingertips brushing
his collarbone as he bites my nipple, sucking on the ring through the cloth of my shirt.

He lets it slip out of his mouth and shakes his head. “This has got to go.” Reaching down, he slides the knife out of my boot.

Trailing the flat of the blade down my cheek, he licks his lips, and then begins to cut my shirt off.

Damn, and I really liked this shirt too.

Oh, but damn, I think I like his tongue better, making tiny circles over my heart, sliding down my chest and tracing the sun
tattoo that circles my navel. His fingers are busy unfastening my pants, tugging my throbbing cock free. I groan and arch
against his hand as he draws a finger up its length, lightly pinching the swollen head.

“Like that?”

I nod, and then he’s on his knees, his warm, wet mouth surrounding me, lips sliding up and down my shaft, tongue caressing
the ridge on the underside.

“Oh fuck.” I moan as his teeth scrape lightly over my balls. I grasp the top of his head with my handcuffed hands, loving
the soft, electric feel of his hair even through my gloves.

His tongue runs over the slit in the head of my dick, licking away a bead of precum, swirling around the base before taking
me in his mouth again. Pleasure rolls hot and rich in my belly.

Devin’s green eyes burn into mine as I watch myself disappear past his pink lips. My head lolls back and my eyes close as
the churning-hot pleasure spills into my limbs, and I pull Devin’s hair hard, thrusting up into his wet, hot mouth, feeling
the head of my cock hit the back of his throat.

“Don’t worry, Devin! I’ll save you!”

I pry open my eyes to see Nick charging in the door, face flushed and golden hair falling in his eyes, wearing a big blue
Superman T-shirt.

Devin stands up and smiles. “Nick, you’re just in time to join the fun.”

Nick’s golden brows knit together and he pushes his hair out of his eyes, looking suddenly lost. “Uh… what’s going on?”

Devin walks over and closes the door, then clasps Nick’s hand and kisses him softly, leading him to the sofa. Nick shoots
me a “What the fuck?” look, and I just shrug, holding up my handcuffed wrists.

Devin settles on the couch, pulling Nick into his lap and kissing him thoroughly.

He tugs off Nick’s Superman shirt. “Thought you were gonna save me, huh, baby?”

Nick looks down sheepishly. “Maybe.”

Devin laughs and nips at Nick’s ear. “You’re so cute.”

I clear my throat.

Devin glances at me, then turns back to Nick. “Want to help BJ out with his little problem, baby?”

“It’s not little,” I grumble.

Nick tilts his head to the side and chews thoughtfully on his bottom lip. A slow grin spreads across his face as he crooks
a finger at me.

I head over and Nick grabs my handcuffs, pulling me down onto the couch. He crawls into my lap and presses his rosy-soft lips
to mine, the velvet scrap of his tongue invading my mouth. His hand wraps around my dick and begins to pump it slowly. Devin
appears behind him, long fingers massaging Nick’s back, starting at his shoulders and slowly working their way down to his
tailbone, sliding around his hips and disappearing down the front of his jeans. Nick moans into my mouth and begins to pump
me faster. Devin is licking up the back of Nick’s neck, grinding his hips into Nick’s ass. He tugs on Nick’s golden hair.
“I want to watch you suck him.”

Nick takes his hand off my cock and I groan in disappointment. As he yanks down my leather pants, I obligingly lift my hips
so he can peel them down my legs. He crawls between my thighs and takes me in his mouth, instantly swallowing my dick. The
plush satin muscles of his throat work around my cock, his fingertip tracing my sun tattoo.

A hot, wet tongue darts over my shoulder and I look over at Devin’s dark head, sliding down my arm, mouth twisting across
the dragon tattooed there.

Nick lets my cock slide out of his mouth and Devin leans down to capture his mouth in a kiss. Their tongues tangle with each
other, sliding past red, glistening lips. They turn to look at me, their devious smiles mirroring each other.

Devin climbs up my body and Nick climbs down, Devin’s fingers stroking my face and Nick pulling off my boots and sliding my
pants off the rest of the way. Devin pushes me back so I’m stretched out on the sofa, and he straddles my chest. Hooking his
thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants, he pulls them down his hips, revealing his large, uncircumcised cock.

Nick parts my legs and reaches beneath my balls, fingering my hole. The pulsing head of Devin’s cock brushes my lips and my
tongue snakes out, circling the tip, gently sucking it into my mouth, as I feel Nick’s tongue rimming me.

I steady Devin’s cock with my hand as I nurse the head, slowly jacking his shaft, the foreskin sliding through my glove-enclosed
palm like satin. He groans and Nick appears over his shoulder, nuzzling his neck, as Nick’s hard cock slides up against mine.
Desire knots low in my belly. Nick’s arms wrap around Devin’s waist as they begin to kiss again, and Nick’s hips begin to
move in a slow circle. He begins to play with Devin’s nipples and Devin moans, thrusting hard against my lips. I start to
work him faster, tonguing his slit, thumbing the seam in the underside of his cock. Straining against the handcuffs, my other
hand cups his balls, my leather-clad fingers trickling over them.

Nick disappears, returning after a moment. He slides a pillow under my hips and I feel a lube-slicked finger pressing inside
me, working back and forth, loosening me up. He slides out the finger and lifts up my legs, pushing at my entrance, sticky
and blunt. Then he’s sliding inside me, with a slow, exquisite burn that eats its way through my stomach and up into my chest.
My eyes squeeze shut, head falling back as a jolt of pleasure shoots through the pulsing burn. Nick grasps my cock and begins
to stroke it, slowly easing himself out and back into me, rocking his hips gently.

I continue to jack Devin, arching up to meet Nick’s thrusts, a warm tingling crawling all over my flesh. Nick begins to thrust
faster and harder, really fucking me good now, and I match his pace on Devin’s cock, panting hard as sweat trickles down my
neck.

Devin’s hard, sculpted body quivers with tension as he struggles to maintain control. His head is thrown back, dark tendrils
of hair clinging to his face, lips slightly parted. He moans and grips my shoulders hard, starting to thrust into my hand,
his control cracking.

A hot buzz builds under my skin as Nick starts short, hard thrusts, punching my prostate, hand squeezing my dick, rolling
it against the warm flesh of his hand.

Suddenly Devin groans loudly and milky cum hits my face in thick, musky spurts. He slumps on top of me, grip loosening on
my shoulders. His eyes flutter open and he gives me a satisfied smile, leaning over to kiss me. With long strokes of his suede-soft
tongue, he licks my face and neck clean.

Nick’s hand speeds up on my cock and I can feel the barely leashed tension wracking his body before he cries out, and I feel
his load hit the walls of my rectum, slick and searing. He squeezes my cock and my orgasm rolls over me in a rushing wave,
hot and powerful, bathing me in sultry release.

I slowly open my eyes. Nick is resting his head on Devin’s shoulder, harsh breaths whispering over his sweaty skin. Nipping
at the flesh of Devin’s neck, he mutters, “You changed the plan.”

Devin strokes Nick’s hair. “Sorry, baby. I just couldn’t help myself with BJ’s sexy ass rubbing all over me.”