Carter's Cuffs (5 page)

Lord, he filled her mouth so well, and she edged deeper, deeper onto him, until his cock touched the back of her throat. She didn’t know why she was trying so hard to take more and more of him, but she supposed it was just another form of fucking, and she wanted as much of him inside her
this way
as she would want when she finally took him into her cunt.

Eventually, she began to move her mouth up and down on him in a hot, even rhythm that had him pumping ever so slightly, softly thrusting between her lips. She heard her own breath, coming heavy, labored, and she loved the sensation of him fucking her mouth.

And—oh God, only when Melanie’s dainty hand came up under hers, cupping Carter’s balls, did she remember she was supposed to be sharing him! In fact, for a few minutes, she’d sort of forgotten this was a threesome instead of a duo.

She raised her gaze to Melanie, who hovered near, watching her every move, and was struck with how raw and erotic it was that she had Carter’s shaft in her mouth even as she made eye contact with her friend. The odd sensation urged her to revert to the original plan—to share.

Releasing Carter’s erection, she said to Melanie, “Help me. Help me with his cock.”

Both Melanie and Carter moaned in response as Erin held him by the base, offering his erection up to her friend. Melanie looked happy to be invited, her eyes darkening and her full lips curving into a naughty smile.

Oh Lord—watching Melanie drag her tongue languorously up his length made Erin’s pussy surge. And it made
her
want to lick him that way, too, so she joined in—Melanie licking one side of his majestic cock and Erin the other.

“Aw, damn,” Carter said, sounding breathless. “So good, girls. So fucking good. You look so hot doing that.”

His stirring words reminded her that she’d turned her head just enough that he could see her face. But she
wanted
him to see her suddenly—wanted him to see exactly what she was doing to him and just how naughty she could be.

So she followed her instincts.

Still running her tongue up his hard cock, she met his gaze—even held it.

Gently letting her eyes shut after a long, intense moment, she delivered hot, openmouthed kisses to one side of his long shaft.

She then eased her mouth around it, stretching, stretching, until her lips also met Melanie’s, until they were kissing each other even as they kissed his hard-on.

The only sound was that of heavy breathing—all three of them. Melanie’s hand wove into Erin’s hair, and her own snaked beneath them to fondle Carter’s balls. “Yeah, oh yeah,” he groaned between clenched teeth. “So pretty, girls. So hot.”

Backing away from Melanie, Erin kept right on following her urges and went down on Carter again, letting the hard heat of him fill her mouth, again feeling the pleasant stretch of her lips as they widened to encompass him, and this time she didn’t look away—no, this time she wanted him to see her, so she looked him directly in the eye.

His moans echoed sharp, deep, his gaze almost anguished with what she knew was actually pleasure. She moved on him vigorously, and when her mouth tired, she eased off and again offered his erection to her companion.

Under any other circumstances, she’d have likely felt jealous watching Melanie eagerly sink her mouth onto Carter’s shaft, but it was exciting to be sharing him, to be indulging in a ménage a trois. To watch her friend suck him so vigorously after she’d just done the same only added to the nearly overwhelming arousal pumping through her veins. Her entire body felt hotwired, every limb sensitive and pulsating with lust. “Yes,” she heard herself murmur, watching Melanie—even reaching to hold back her friend’s hair so she and Carter could see better. “Yes, suck him.”

Given her state of arousal, just speaking such words upped her own level of need. The sound of her voice, the frankness of the command, the feel of lips made swollen and sore from the same activity.

It was then that Melanie’s hands closed full and bold around Erin’s bared breasts, still framed and held high by her bra. “Oh…” she sighed, surprised, aroused.
Any
hands, any sensation right now, felt like heaven. She automatically arched them harder into her friend’s soft palms.

Melanie massaged her in the same hot rhythm she used to slide her mouth up and down Carter’s length. Her eyes were closed—she appeared lost in passion, and Erin felt nearly as lost to it herself.

That’s when her glance fell back on his. She’d never experienced anything more intense than his gaze on her in that moment.
While my friend kneads my breasts.
It was strange. Wild. Utterly amazing.

His voice was barely audible when he spoke, low and intent, teeth still clenched. “I want to fuck you so
damn bad.”

Not Melanie.
Her
, he meant
her
.

And Melanie seemed not to hear or to care, still working over Carter’s cock just as enthusiastically as she did Erin’s sensitive breasts. Erin trembled. She wanted him to fuck her, too. She wanted him in her so deep. She wanted to wear him out.

But she didn’t respond, because she could barely think, and then Melanie began to pull her, gently,
by
her breasts. She pulled Erin’s full mounds closer, closer, until—dear God—she wrapped them around Carter’s stone-hard shaft. A startled sob of pleasure escaped her, and Carter moaned, too.

Melanie continued to suck him—but just the head now as she rhythmically pressed Erin’s breasts around him. Melanie’s lips left Erin’s flesh wet with each sensual descent she made. And Carter thrust more vigorously than he had up to now, each drive delivered with a low, fierce growl. The three of them moved that way, the air filling with moans and groans, and Erin wondered if there was anyone in the rooms next door, if their neighbors could hear them, and she actually hoped they could.

“Aw God, stop,” Carter said without warning, sounding pained. “You have to stop or I’ll come.”

Erin sighed, her whole body feeling the loss when she backed away. She’d had no idea her breasts could conduct that much heat through her whole body. When Melanie released him, his wet cock plopped to his belly, and her eyes looked wild with regret for having to let him go. They all paused in place, catching their breath, coming down from the passion.

“You know, you can let me loose now,” Carter said. “I won’t try to escape or anything.”

But no way—Erin liked him right where she had him.

So she simply shook her head.

He’d probably think she was into bondage or something, but she didn’t care. She was already having enough trouble staying in full control of what was happening here. At the very least, she had to keep him cuffed to the bed so she could keep calling the shots.

“I want to
fuck
you,” he said again, sounding angry now. “I want to fuck you
both
, all damn night. And I can’t even fucking
reach
you this way.”

But she
couldn’t
let him fuck her. As much as she wanted to. Because that sounded like…like he would
take
her. Like she would have no choice but to surrender her body, and maybe more. And as tempting as that sounded in some ways, she
had
to be the one in control. She had to. There was no other way.

“Relax, baby,” she said, trying to soothe him. “Relax…and
we’ll
fuck
you
.”

Chapter Three

“Get a condom,” Erin instructed Melanie. She’d put three in her uniform pocket, and as Melanie departed the bed, she told her exactly where to find them. She and Carter both watched Melanie scurry naked across the carpet—at some point Erin hadn’t noticed, her friend had shed her bra completely, and now her pert breasts bounced with her movements.

Erin’s eyes dropped to
Carter’s
body then, and she was discovering more and more that she liked the vision of him bound—even better now that his shirt was open and his pants down. Perversely perhaps, she liked the idea of him being her captive. And she instinctually ran her hand up his erection, rubbing, caressing, while they waited for Melanie’s return.

A low moan left him, fueling her.

“Damn it, I want to touch you,” he said then, sounding more exasperated than mad this time. He yanked at the cuffs, as if that would do any good. His voice softened then, just slightly, and she
felt
his need. “I want to touch you
everywhere
, baby. I want to run my hands over those big, beautiful breasts and all those luscious curves. I want to feel how wet your pussy must be by now.”

It got wetter, just from that. And felt swollen beyond belief.

“
We’re
doing the touching here,” she informed him, still molding his cock in her hand, loving the power she felt beneath her palm.

He sighed. “I’m the birthday boy. Don’t I get
some
say?”

She met his gaze, shook her head, felt her breasts sway slightly with the motion—and found she loved feeling so on display for him. “No. You take what we give you and you like it.” She heard the condom package rip a few feet away.

“Mmm, and I do like it,” he said on a growl. “But I want more, damn it.”

“You’ll
get
more. Right now,” she added as Melanie climbed back onto the bed, the flesh-colored condom grasped between her fingertips. Erin drew her gaze from his to resume focusing on his penis.

She held it upright, waiting as Melanie rolled the rubber down onto him, and Erin smiled inwardly, glad she’d boldly bought the large size when she’d shopped earlier this week. And while one part of Erin wanted desperately to climb onto Carter’s big cock and take it deep into her pussy, another
wilder
part of her wanted to watch her girlfriend do it first.

They kneeled on either side of him again, so Erin reached for Melanie’s bare ass—so soft, round—and began to guide her to straddle him on the bed.

She studied the erotic vision Melanie made—her denuded slit parting as she balanced herself on the tip of Carter’s cock. “Mmm,” Melanie purred, running her hands up over her own breasts, then she slowly sank down, sheathing him inch by hot, hard inch. Erin’s eyes were glued to where the two bodies met, and she didn’t mind not being a part of it because she
was
still part of it. She’d made this happen, given this to Carter, and he knew it. She’d given all three of them this hot, forbidden encounter.

“Oh!” Melanie cried, taking him to the hilt. “
Big
. So big.” Then she closed her eyes, seeming to luxuriate in the sensation of just having him inside her, moaning her pleasure as she used her hands to knead his chest, and then her breasts, too—this time tweaking the taut nipples between fingers and thumbs.

“Kiss them,” Carter said.

Erin drew her gaze from Melanie to him.

He looked directly at her. “Kiss her breasts.”

Despite herself, the command infused her with still more desire. He’d clearly seen her studying them as Melanie caressed herself.

Just as before when Carter demanded she do something, she considered refusing but didn’t. Because the suggestion enticed her. And it
was
his birthday, after all.

After meeting Melanie’s welcoming gaze, she leaned in and gently flicked her tongue over one pink nipple. Oh God. Strange. It felt…delicious, generating as much heat inside her as when she’d sucked Carter’s cock. The tip of her tongue almost burned with the forbidden pleasure.

Melanie smiled lecherously, so Erin did it again, slower this time, more deliberately. Melanie let out a sound of delight, and Carter’s voice dropped an octave. “Yeah, baby, kiss them. Kiss those pretty nipples for me.”

Melanie had begun moving on him now, riding him, so when Erin leaned toward her friend’s other breast, ready to truly kiss the beaded peak this time, Melanie’s motions arched it into her mouth. She instinctively latched on, suckling softly, and Melanie mewled. Erin ended with a swirl of her tongue, then moved back to the other breast, kissing the hard little nipple once, twice, a third time, her pussy flooding.

She needed more, so she turned to Carter, any playfulness or gentleness disappearing. Her body ached with need, and it centered between her legs.

She rose up on her knees to look down at him and, following her urges once more, she stroked her middle fingertip sensuously through her cunt, over the lace panties she still wore. Then she hooked her fingers into the elastic at each hip and peered darkly into his eyes. “Do you want to see my pussy, Carter?”

He drew in his breath, looking stunned and aroused. “Hell yes.”

Giving her lip a sensual little bite, Erin slowly lowered her thong, bit by bit, over her hips, until finally the lace dropped to the bed around her knees. Carter studied her even as Melanie continued riding him, even as he drove into her friend’s cunt.

Melanie’s breath wafted over them both, hot and heavy. “I want to see, too,” she said, so Erin turned slightly, letting her friend study her most private spot as well. Melanie’s gaze darkened with heat as it dropped to the crux of Erin’s thighs.

A silent but intense moment later, Erin turned back toward Carter, easing the panties off, first raising one knee, then the other, until she was able to fling them away. Slowly, smoothly, she lifted one thigh over Carter’s chest. “Do you want to see more, Carter? Do you want to see how open I am, how ready?”

This time, he seemed able only to nod and groan. Her cunt swelled with anticipation, leaving her surprised she didn’t drip on him as she eased her way up, up, finally balancing herself directly over his face. “Do you want to lick it? Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”