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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Part 3 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Once again I went straight to Zan and Max’s place after school. My lab ran until six o’clock, and by the time I got to the apartment Zan was already home from work, waiting for me. Max wasn’t scheduled to return from his trip until tomorrow so Zan planned to keep me, ‘occupied.’ He had brought home some take-out, and I insisted that we eat sitting on opposite sides of the table. It was the only way we would be able to keep our hands off each other long enough to finish the meal. I wanted Zan badly but I tried to keep our minds off sex by asking him some innocuous questions. “So why didn’t you go out of town with Max on the business deal?” I said, meeting Zan’s eyes. He smiled. “We don’t both need to go on these deals,” he said casually, “one of us can handle it, so Max and I always take turns.” His smile widened as his eyes skimmed over my breasts. “Max was just unlucky that it was his turn.” I was trying to keep his mind off sex, but I’d obviously picked the wrong topic. I tried again. “So how was work today?” I asked. Zan couldn’t possibly find anything sexy in that. “Well,” he drawled, “I couldn’t stop thinking about having you last night, the way you moved, and the way you moaned my name. Then I remembered your comment about coming to my office and fucking me on the desk. I went around half the day with a hard-on, and I kept watching the clock, counting the minutes until I would have you again.” I found it hard to swallow the bite I was chewing. “Really?” I said with a gulp. He leaned across the table. “Oh yeah,” he growled. Desire was burning in his eyes but there was also a twinkle of mischief. I’d noticed it when I’d first come in, and finally I had to ask. “Okay, what’s going on?” His smile turned into a smoldering intensity. “You were in charge last night, baby,” he said, “but tonight you’re going to do what I say.” I smiled, liking the sound of that. I couldn’t go wrong putting myself in Zan’s hands. Forgetting about dinner, I got up and walked around the table, sitting in his lap. I kissed his cheek, and put a hand to his chest. “And what do you say?” He winked and picked me up. “I’m going to make you cum so good.” Carrying me into the bedroom, he put me down on the bed. “Get naked,” he ordered with a growl. I stripped off my clothes slowly and Zan stood where he was, watching. Starting with my shoes and socks, I tossed them off the bed, and then moving to my shirt, I pulled it over my head. It joined my shoes on the floor, and I reached for the front fastening on my bra, but then released it and smoothed my hands over my breasts and then down my body instead. Zan’s eyes followed the path of my hands, staying focused on them as I worked the button and zipper on my jeans. Then I arched up, pealing the pants down my legs, making sure to leave my underwear in place. A crooked grin raised one corner of his mouth, but he didn’t speak. Reaching up I crossed my arms over my breasts, smoothing my hands up my arms, and held my bra in place as I pushed the straps down. I carefully withdrew one arm and then the other from the straps, as I watched Zan. His face was so full of heat and hunger that a shiver of pure desire rushed through me. With a quick twist of my fingers I unfastened my bra and tossed it aside while shielding my naked breasts from Zan’s eyes with my arm. Slowly I revealed my breasts to him, as I moved my hands across them and then down my sides to my hips. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my panties I finally shimmied out of my last piece of clothing. Zan’s eyes raked over my naked body like he wanted to eat me alive. “Lie down,” he ordered. I did as he said, the husky tone in his voice making me shiver with desire again and I felt my core dampen. Turning to a bedside table, he took out the padded handcuffs that he and Max had given me at their summer house, letting them swing by their chain from his finger to show me. Instantly I smiled. We had used the handcuffs a few times, and the sex was always fantastic. The guys made sure it was especially good for me when I turned myself over to them. Reaching out, his hand touched my collarbone, and slowly moved down between my breasts and across my stomach. He knelt on the bed, bending so his mouth was inches from mine. “You are such a tease,” he said with a grin, raising my right hand and fastening it into the handcuff. The chain clanked against the metal of his headboard as he fed it through. “But you love it,” I whispered. I raised up intending to kiss him, but he pulled back staying just out of my reach, his grin widening. “Hmmmm,’ he growled, reaching for my other hand. “I do love it,” Lifting my left hand, he fastened it in the other cuff, as he spoke. “And you’re going to love this.” The cuff snapped shut with a satisfying raspy sound, signaling that I was completely in Zan’s power. His eyes raked over me again, lying naked on his bed, chained to the headboard, completely at his mercy. I knew it turned him on just seeing me like that. I smiled at him. “Where’s the blindfold?” The corner of his mouth raised in a wicked grin. “No blindfold this time baby,” he rasped. “I want you to see everything I’m doing to you.” Another shiver of desire raced through me. My core was slick and already pulsing in anticipation. “And what are you going to do?” I said breathlessly. He didn’t answer my question, but held my eyes as he unfastened two buttons at his throat, and then reached one hand over his head and pulled off his shirt. Negligently he threw it aside. I let my eyes travel over his magnificent chest, my breath quickening at the sight. I wanted him so much that I started squirming, needing to feel his skin against mine. But Zan didn’t seem to be in a hurry. He sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes and socks, before turning to me again. His hands went to his belt, but he paused, allowing his eyes to skim over my breasts before moving to juncture of my thighs. My core was throbbing now, and liquid was pouring out of me, and Zan hadn’t even touched me yet. I shifted my hips, keeping my legs close together, the slight friction feeling wonderful. Zan’s eyes followed my motion and a satisfied grin crossed his face. “Open your legs baby,” he ordered. “Let me see that soaking pussy. Let me see how much you want me.” I obeyed instantly, hoping me would touch me, but he stayed where he was, simply looking for long minutes. I started squirming again, desperate with need, and went to close my legs, but Zan’s voice stopped me. “Leave them open, he growled. I did as he said, but I was gasping for breath I was so turned on. “Zan,” I moaned, “I need you.” Again he didn’t answer me, but this time he opened his belt and then unfastened his slacks, letting them drop to the floor. I thought he would finally take me, but he left his black boxers on as he finally climbed onto the bed. His hands smoothed up my parted legs as he settled between them, skipping over my core, and caressing up my stomach to stop just below my breasts. Instantly my nipples hardened, anticipating his touch, but he just stayed where he was grinning at me. And now I knew what he was doing. Zan was going to make me crazy with desire before he gave me release. It excited me, but at the same time it made my need for him multiply ten times knowing I was going to have to wait. Leaning in, his mouth stopped inches from my left breast. “You have the most beautiful, luscious breasts,” he breathed. “I could look at them all day long.” His hot breath whispered over my skin with each of words, and my nipples pulled to even tighter points. “Touch me,” I gasped. His mouth lowered, but he changed directions at the last moment, kissing the skin between my breasts. He concentrated on that area and his hair tickled the sides of my sensitive mounds. I tried to squirm beneath him, but he held me in place with his weight. He kissed across to the underside of my left breast, and I practically held my breath. His hands smoothed up and down my sides, carefully avoiding touching my breasts. And then suddenly his hot mouth closed over my peak. I whimpered in relief as his tongue swept over my tip, and then gasped in surprise as the heat of his metal piercing touched my sensitive nub. He sucked hard as his hand cupped my other breast. His tongue flicked quickly over my nipple, brushing it in both directions with his piercing, as his thumbnail stroked the same rhythm on the other side. It felt so good I wondered if he could make me come from just the simple touches. But then he started to pull back. I moaned in disappointment, but he began kissing a line down my body and I knew where he was headed. My breath came in quick gasps and I opened my legs wide as he reached the juncture of my thighs. I expected him to tease, but his mouth closed over my clit, licking it with the whole length of his tongue before his piercing brushed over it. “Oooohh,” I gasped. He kissed each side of my lower lips, and then his thumbs separated them, holding them open as he plunged his tongue inside. Instantly he started a quick pace, thrusting into me again and again as his finger stroked over my clit. I moved my hips to meet him and I was so aroused that it only took moments for me to reach the edge. He rubbed my clit harder and I cried out. “Oh shit, Zan! Just like that.” I was so close, so close, just a few more strokes. And then Zan pulled away. I was gasping for air. “Zan?” He looked up from between my legs with a smile. “You don’t think I’m going to let it end that soon, do you baby?” With another brush of his fingers over my clit, he rolled away to the side of the bed. He went to the bedside table and opened the same drawer where he had gotten the handcuffs. I couldn’t see what he was getting at first, but he didn’t try to hide it. A large grin crossed his face as he held up the vibrator he and Max had bought for me. I sucked in a surprised breath. Settling beside me, he leaned on one elbow so he could see most of my body. Then he pressed the vibrator between my breasts, but he didn’t turn it on. Instead he smoothed it over my skin, moving it under my breast and slowly going up, following the curve. He moved it around my areola, getting closer and closer to my already hard nipple, and just as he touched it, he turned the vibrator on. I jumped with the intensity of the sensation, and Zan chuckled wickedly. He pressed it to my other nub briefly before he moved it down my body. Lower and lower the buzzing vibrator slid across my skin, making my nerves come alive under it. I practically held my breath as he reached my dark curls. Pausing for a moment, he met my eyes, smiling and then he kept going. I spread my legs wide in anticipation of his touch, but he skipped over where I wanted him most, and pressed the dildo to my inner thigh just above my knee. Smoothing it up my leg, he teased me by moving it in small circles as he once again approached my core. I ached to be filled and felt moisture pouring out of me, wondering when he’d finally touch me. As he approached the juncture of my thighs this time, he lifted the vibrator from my skin, and slowly lowered it directly toward my clit. My breath came in pants, thinking he would finally give me relief, but just before it touched my skin, he turned it off. Even so, I cried out in relief when the ultra-soft shaft touched my sensitive nub. “Zan,” I gasped. He didn’t even look up, but slowly swirled the bulbous head in small circles over my clit. It felt so good and I found myself moving my hips with him. He pressed harder with the dildo, rubbing faster, making my inner muscles pulse. He knew exactly how to touch me, and I was quickly building up to orgasm again. “Oh,” I moaned. “Mmmmm, baby,” he growled. “So fucking sexy.” Suddenly he stopped, and moved the vibrator away. He dipped his head, his mouth closing over my core, and he took a long lick up through my folds to my clit. I thought he would continue, but he drew back slightly. I was panting with arousal but I suspected Zan wasn’t going to give me relief any time soon. Leaning in he blew cold air on my heated core, and then placed an open-mouth kiss on my thigh. Once again he drew back and looked up at me as he took up the dildo again. He slid it very lightly across my clit and then moved lower, slowly tracing my pussy lips. Down one side and up the other he slid it lightly, over and over, getting closer to my core with each circle. He touched me so softly and I strained to getter nearer, to increase the pressure and bring it inside. But Zan wasn’t going to let me hurry him “Zan,” I gasped, “come inside.” With a smile he dipped just the tip inside me, but immediately withdrew it. Suddenly he turned on the vibrator and pressed it to my clit. The sensations were so intense that shocks of electricity rushed through me. Gently he rocked the head back and forth over my nub, and I squirmed as the pleasure built, gasping for breath. I quickly reached the edge, but just as I was about to plunge over, Zan withdrew again. “Zan,” I moaned in disappointment. He met my eyes and he winked. Dipping his head quickly, he placed soft kisses on my lower lips, gathering the moisture with light flicks of his tongue. It felt so good, but I was getting desperate to come. I writhed under him, needing him to touch me harder. I was so focused on his mouth on me, that I didn’t notice him wielding the dildo. He turned it on again just as he pressed it to my clit. For several long seconds, he circled my nub, and I couldn’t stop soft whimpers escaping me. I hoped he would give me relief but just as I was getting close again, he took the vibrator away and I cried out in disappointment. Zan pushed just the tip inside me again, and immediately turned it off. I was panting. “Zan,” I gasped. “Make me come.” He kissed my clit, his deep chuckle rumbling through my skin, hitting my nerves. “I’ll make you cum,” he purred. “Eventually.” Pushing the vibrator a little deeper inside, he sucked at my clit. His tongue, circled around it, brushing his piercing over the top. He started moving the dildo in and out slowly, barely sliding it inside me two inches. He matched the rhythm with his mouth on my nub, sucking, and brushing it with his tongue and piercing. The feeling was amazing and within moments I was on the edge again. I didn’t think it could get any more intense, and then Zan turned on the vibrator. My body moved with the pleasure and I whimpered. “Oh Zan, shit!” He sucked harder on my clit, and angled the vibrator to hit my G-spot. I felt my inner muscles clench and my body arch. I was coming. Zan pulled away again. I was breathing so hard I thought I might pass out, and it took me a moment to be able to speak. “Please,” I begged. “Zan, I need you inside. Please let me come.” Zan grinned. “I love to hear you beg, baby.” I knew he loved to hear it, and he took great pleasure in building me up until I couldn’t stand it any longer. “Fuck me, Zan,” I gasped. “I need you to make me come.” With a wink, Zan said, “All you had to do was ask.” I didn’t know if he was still teasing or not, but when he started to finally push down his boxers I signed in relief. He crawled up the bed, covering my body with his, settling his weigh on me. I held him between my legs, my hips automatically arching up, trying to bring him inside. I noticed that he was glistening with sweat and his body seemed to shake a little. The extended foreplay had him close to the edge too. His hand slid into my hair and he kissed me hard. “I told you I’d fuck you good, baby, and I always keep my word.” Moving his body down slightly he pushed inside me with a single stroke. “Oh yes!” I gasped. He smiled again. “That’s what you needed.” I nodded as my inner muscles pulsed around him. “Mmmmm, Zan.” He kissed me. “You’re so warm and wet, baby,” he hummed, speaking against my lips. “You always feel so good.” I tried to move my arms and wrap them around him, but the chains clinked against the metal headboard, holding me. And then Zan started to move. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I thought he might be so excited that he would take me quickly, bringing us both to a hard, fast end. But again he took his time. Moving slowly he withdrew and then slid back inside. His lips pressed to mine as he continued, kissing me lingeringly. His thick cock filled me again and again as his tongue stroked into my mouth. We breathed around the kiss, panting harshly, his slow pace building us both up. Then his lips left mine and closed around my breast, his tongue stud swirling around my nipple. I moaned with the pleasure of it. Increasing his pace slightly, his mouth moved to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. I raised my hips meeting his slow strokes, already feeling my inner muscles fluttering around him. After so much foreplay I’d come quickly no matter how languid his pace. Just the feeling of his hard length inside me was almost enough to push me over the edge. Since I couldn’t grip him with my hands, I slid my legs around him, moving my whole body with his. Zan hissed, the air escaping his mouth around my breast, sending a jolt of electricity through me. My muscles seemed to clench throughout my body, and the ones around Zan’s cock squeezed rhythmically. And it was as if it broke his control. He plunged into me, moving faster and faster. My instinct was to grab his ass to bring him inside me even harder and faster. I pulled at the chains, and the metal clanking sent another surge of excitement through me. I was so close again, and I half expected him to stop. “Zan!” I cried out. “Please!” He didn’t answer but a growl of pure pleasure escaped his lips and he slammed into me even harder. My hands needed something to cling onto and I found myself gripping the bars of the headboard. Just a little more, I said silently to myself. Just a little more. . . My whole body bowed as I climaxed around him, the sensations rushing through me practically overwhelming my senses. It felt so good to finally come! I was barely aware that he slammed into me a half a dozen more times, and then he was groaning his completion. He lay on top of me and we both gasped for breath. There was no doubt about it, Zan was a master of foreplay, and his teasing buildup had given me an incredible orgasm. I felt almost numb with pleasure. Neither of us spoke or moved for long moments. I wanted to touch him, stroke his back as we came down from our release, but my hands were still secured. “You definitely kept your word,” I finally breathed, when I felt like I could move again. “And I want to return the favor.” Zan looked up. “What did you have in mind?” he asked with a grin. I smiled back, jangling the chain of the handcuffs. “I want you in these, and then I can play.” For a moment Zan held my eyes. I imagined that he could see my mischievous intentions, and he wouldn’t agree to me being in control. But a grin raised one corner of his mouth, and he reached for the fastenings, letting me out. Suddenly he rolled us over so he was underneath me. “Okay baby,” he said, brushing my lips with his, “do your worst.” Before he changed his mind, I locked his hands into the padded cuffs. He was still inside me but I moved up slightly, letting him slide out. I smoothed my hands down his muscular arms as I pressed my lips to his. I hadn’t lied. I was going to pay him back, but probably not like he was anticipating. Kissing my way down his chin, I nipped at the muscles in his neck and then attacked his chest. First, I traced the outline of his tattoo with my tongue. Then I sucked at his hard nipples, using my teeth to brush lightly over them, making Zan groan. I licked along the edge of his pecs and moved lower to the hard ridges of his stomach. My hands moved over his skin, traveling the same path that my mouth had just covered, and as I approached his cock, I could see he was already semi-hard. But I intended to torture him a bit, like he had tortured me. I ran my hands down his legs, like it was simply a part of my foreplay, but when I reached his feet, I moved completely away from him, going to sit at the end of the bed. He smiled. “Where you going, baby?” I smiled back at him. “Well,” I purred, “you teased me, and now I am going to tease you.” He winked at me, motioning up toward himself with a jut of his chin. “You have to be touching me to tease me.” I leaned toward him. “Not this time,” I said mischievously. Leaning back, I crossed my legs, and reached up, taking one breast in my hand. “You are going to watch from over there as I touch myself.” Slowly I stroked my thumb over my hard nipple, and Zan growled. “Come here, baby,” he ordered, “and I’ll do that for you.” I can’t deny I was tempted, but I was going to pay him back, and give him a show. I shook my head, squeezing my nipple. His look was smoldering and his eyes traveled down my body to the juncture of my thighs. “Mmmm,” he purred, “at least let me see your beautiful pussy.” I bent my knees, spreading my legs wide so he could get a perfect view. With my free hand, I trailed my fingers up my thigh, brushing lightly over my core. “How’s that?” I asked innocently. “Damn, baby, he groaned. I’d never tried anything like this before, but it excited me to think about touching myself in front of Zan. And by the look on Zan’s face, it excited him too. With a grin I took both breasts in my hands, and slowly smoothed my palms up over my nipples, and back down. “Ooohh,” I purred, “that feels good.” “Shit, darlin’,” Zan growled, “come here and I’ll suck those sweet titties until you moan.” I didn’t answer him, but kept one breast in my hand as I trailed the other hand down my body. Smoothing across my stomach, I dipped between my legs, skipping over my core and going to my thigh. Lightly I trailed my fingers down my leg and back up, this time stopping when I reached the juncture of my thighs. “Touch yourself,” Zan ordered. I smiled at him as I slowly traced my lower lips with my fingertips. I was still wet from all the foreplay with Zan, but I could feel even more moisture gathering. Moving up, I brushed over my clit with two fingers, making myself gasp. My nub was so sensitive and I knew I could bring myself to climax easily. But I didn’t want to let Zan’s punishment end that quickly. I dipped two fingers into my core to wet them, and smoothed the slickness onto my clit. It felt cool and I started rubbing my clit in small circles. My body arched as pleasure rushed through me, and a moan escaped me. A sound came from deep in Zan’s throat, and I noticed that his cock was completely hard again. I continued to stroke over my clit as I held Zan’s eyes. “I love to be touched there,” I said with a gasp. “I know, baby,” Zan said gruffly. “And you love my tongue inside you too.” “Oh yes,” I moaned, moving my hand lower. I slid my fingers between my lower lips and reached my core. “I love you inside.” Smoothing over my core, once, twice, I pushed the tip of my fingers into me. “Baby!” Zan growled. “Would you like to see me finger-fuck myself?” I asked innocently. “Or…” I reached behind me and pulled out the vibrator I’d hidden. I put it to my chest between my breasts and slowly moved it down my body until it was between my legs. I dipped the bulbous head into my juices and rubbed it over my lower lips and clit. Zan groaned. “Or would you like to see me,” I paused, sliding the vibrator down to my core and holding it there, “fuck myself with this?” Zan’s eyes were huge. “Oh shit, baby, yes!” he growled. It surprised me that he would be so enthusiastic and I decided to draw it out a bit. I leaned forward, holding his eyes. “You’d like to see that wouldn’t you,” I teased, making it more of a statement. Zan’s eyes seemed to burn with desire. “Oh yeah,” he practically choked out. I slid the dildo up my body, back across my stomach and up between my breasts again. My hand closed around one breast, and I put the soft head of the vibrator just below the other. As I stroked one nipple, I turned the vibrator on. A jolt of pleasure rushed through me as the whirring penetrated my skin, reaching the nerves below. Slowly I moved it along the edge of my breast savoring the sensations. Then I smoothed it around my areola, watching my nipple draw to a tight point. Again and again I circled it, drawing smaller and smaller rings. My nub hardened almost painfully, and then I pressed the vibrating head to it. The pleasure was so intense that my back arched. I moved the tip of the dildo over my nipple as I stroked my other nub with my thumb. It felt so good and I pressed it harder, rubbing it with the ultra-soft tip. Somehow it felt like my nipples were linked directly with my clit, and I had an overwhelming urge to stroke it too. I released my breast, and moved my free hand across my stomach and down through my dark curls to my swollen clit. My body arched again as I touched it, and I started to stroke it in the same rhythm as the vibrator on my nipple. As I rubbed my clit in small circles the pleasure moved from my breast to my core. My legs spread wider and my inner muscles started to pulse. I pressed the vibrator to my hard nipple as I stroked my clit faster. My whole body bowed and my eyes slid shut. Soft moans escaped me as the pleasure reached the edge. With just a few more strokes, I came apart. I dropped the dildo on the bed but left my fingers between my legs as I shivered with the sensations. I hadn’t masturbated in months. There was no need with Max and Zan in my life, but I’d liked the idea of doing it in front of Zan. It made it more exciting to know he was watching, and it turned him on so much. My breathing slowed after a moment and I opened my eyes to see Zan. His gaze was moving over my body, but his eyes snapped to mine when he saw I was looking at him. “Shit Liz,” he groaned, “that was so fucking sexy.” I winked. “That was just the appetizer.” He leaned forward as far as the chains would let him. “Come here, baby,” he ordered in a low, sexy tone. “I’ll give you what you need.” “I don’t know,” I teased, holding up the vibrator. “I think I can get what I need with this.” Zan smiled. “It can get you there, darlin’, but I can do it much better.” “Hmmmm,” I hummed, pretending to be considering my choices. “Maybe I should compare and see which is better.” His smile widened. “Either way I win.” He used a jut of his chin to motion to the vibrator. “Let me see you fuck yourself with it, baby.” I smiled back at him, and slowly moved the vibrator down to my core. Dipping it in my juices, I slid it back up to my clit, rubbing the tip over my sensitive nub several times. Zan groaned but I didn’t look at him. Instead I slid the dildo over my pussy lips, moving it up and down slowly, parting my folds a little more with each stroke. On my next upstroke, I angled it so the head slid inside me. I withdrew it and started a slow rhythm pushing it into me a little farther each time, until the whole shaft was inside. It felt so good and I was concentrating so hard that Zan’s voice surprised me. “Fuck yourself good and hard, baby,” he ordered, with a growl. I was ready for a faster pace myself and I thrust the whole length into me again and again. My free hand automatically went to my breast and I stroked over my distended nipple with my thumb. I spread my legs wide as the pleasure increased, pumping the dildo into me harder and faster. Each orgasm made me come more easily the next time, and the thick shaft of the vibrator was filling me so deliciously, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Releasing my breast, my hand went down to my clit, stroking over it. “Ooohh,” I moaned. My back arched and I pumped my hips up to meet my thrusts. My fingers rubbed my clit in fast, tight circles. And then I flipped the switch to turn on the vibration. A surge of electricity rushed through me, and my breath came in quick pants. I slammed the dildo into me as hard and fast as I could. The end was approaching rapidly and I let my gaze roam over Zan. His eyes were locked on my pussy, watching me pump the dildo inside myself faster and faster. His hands were clenched into fists around the bars of the headboard, making the muscles in his chest bulge and strain. His breathing was almost as fast as mine, and drops of his pearly essence leaked out of the tip of his rock-hard cock. Just seeing him pushed me over the edge. I cried out, arching with the pleasure, spasms wracking my body. Instantly I turned the vibrator off, but left it deep inside as my muscles clenched around it. I locked eyes with Zan and couldn’t help by smile. He had a huge grin on his face that wasn’t exactly happy, but more of a hungry expression. He had that heated look in his eyes that a man gets when he knows he is going to have you. And he was right. He was about to get fucked. After a moment my breathing and heart rate slowed and I withdrew the dildo, setting it aside. The orgasm was good. What orgasm wasn’t? But I missed the contact, the weight and warmth of Zan’s body as he pushed into me. There was no contest. I knew he could give me a much better orgasm. “Shit!” said a voice from the doorway. “That was quite a show.” Zan and I both looked over and for the first time noticed Max leaning against the door jam. “How long have you been there?” Zan asked his brother. Max smiled. “A long time,” he said, coming into the room, pulling his shirt over his head. “I opened the front door just as Liz was begging you to fuck her.” He quickly unfastened his pants and pushed them and his boxers down, kicking his shoes and socks off at the same time. “And after that I just watched everything from here.” Max’s cock was hard and ready, and he shook his head at Zan as he came up behind me and wrapped me in his arms. “Shame on you Zan,” he teased as his hands roamed over me, “making poor Liz beg you to fuck her, beg you to let her cum.” He kissed the side of my head as he grasped my breasts. “You should make her cum so many times that she is begging you to stop.” “Hey,” Zan complained, straining against the chains, “this is my day.” Max chucked as he nuzzled my neck. “What do you think baby?” he said near my ear. “Has Zan had enough punishment, or should we make him watch me fucking you senseless?” I winked at Zan. “Make him watch.” Zan growled, but Max laughed again and instantly pushed inside me, making me gasp. “I think you’ve had enough foreplay for one day, baby.” I nodded, and he immediately started pumping into me. He set a moderate pace, and it was easy to tell that he didn’t have the patience to go slow. He squeezed my breasts as he continued, and his voice over my shoulder surprised me. “That’s how you like it, isn’t it baby?” “Yes,” I gasped. My hips started to move in time with his, and I reached up, wrapping my hand around his neck to hold him close. His mouth moved over my neck as he thrust into me and he started to pull at my nipples. Even though I’d just had two orgasms with the vibrator, having Max inside me was so much better. And with just a few of his hard thrusts I was on the edge. I felt the muscles in my body tighten and the climax rushed through me. I gasped with the power of it, but Max didn’t even slow down. He held me to him tighter as one of his hands slid down my body going for my clit. His fingers brushed over it, and his hot breath puffed on my ear as he spoke. “It’s not over yet, baby. I’m going to make you cum again and again.” He thrust into me hard, practically lifting me off the bed and I moaned with pleasure. He kissed my neck. “Mmmm,” he purred, “I missed you, Liz. And I especially missed fucking you.” “I missed you too,” I gasped as he pounded into me. My hand tightened around his neck. “I missed you inside me.” Gently he nipped at my shoulder. “I’ll be inside you as much as you want,” he promised. He pinched my clit, making me cry out as he thrust into me even faster. He felt so good, stretching me inside so wonderfully. My inner muscles clenched around him and I came again. But Max still didn’t stop. He rubbed my clit hard, arousing me almost instantly as he slammed into me again and again. I whimpered with the overload of sensations and my fingers dug into the muscles on Max’s neck. I could still feel the last orgasm rushing through me and it seemed as if a new one was building on top of it. “That’s it, baby,” he growled. “I’ll make you cum so hard.” He groaned as he increased his pace inside me. His hand tightened on my breast, his thumb stroking quickly over my hard nipple. Electricity rushed through me, seeming to link my breast with my clit. I angled my hips to meet his thrusts, and my free hand went down to settle over Max’s on my clit. I held him in place, pushing down hard. Max chuckled in my ear and rubbed my nub even harder and faster. A growl came from across the bed, and for the first time my eyes met Zan’s. He held my gaze as Max fucked me, and he had such a hungry look on his face that it made me shiver with desire. Max pinched my nipple, drawing my attention back to him and I arched back as the pleasure became too much. “Max,” I gasped. He pumped into me a half-dozen time more, and I came screaming. Max held me to him tightly as I took deep, shaky breaths, trying to get some badly needed air. When I’d come the third time, Max had stopped. He kissed my cheek and stroked my breast as I came down. After a moment he spoke into my ear. “What do you think, baby,” he purred, “should we let Zan join in this time?” I leaned back into Max, touching his face. “I think he’s been punished enough.” Max was still hard as he pulled out and I knew what he had in mind. I shivered with desire. I’d missed having both my men. I crawled up the bed, straddling Zan’s legs and put my hand to his chest as I leaned in kissing him. “I’m going to ride you so good,” I whispered. “Let me out,” Zan growled, rattling the handcuff chain against the headboard. “I want to touch you.” I didn’t answer him, but took his cock in my hand, holding him as I lowered myself, enveloping his thick length. I felt Max behind me and I leaned forward to kiss Zan’s chest and allow Max to get in position. Basically I was on my hands and knees, and I realized we had never tried both of them like this. I would have a lot more control, and more room to move. Max kissed my shoulder blade as he slid one finger and then another inside me, preparing me. It felt so good and my muscles clenched around him. I was already half-way to orgasm. He withdrew his fingers and I felt the tip of his cock at my opening. Max’s raspy voice sounded in my ear. “You are so ready for us,” he said, thrusting gently forward so his tip entered me. “And we are going to make this so good for you.” A jolt of electricity rushed through me, and I pushed back, taking all of Max inside in a single stroke. I felt his body shudder as he groaned. “Shit!” He gripped my hips, breathing hard. I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. My surprise movement had almost made him come. There was no way any of us would last very long. Max had just fucked me to orgasm three times without coming himself. Zan had been handcuffed, forced to watch me pleasuring myself, and then watched his brother have me. And I’d had so many orgasms I couldn’t count them. I didn’t make us wait any longer. I started to move slowly, sliding my whole body forward so their thick cocks came almost all the way out of me. Then I pushed back, taking them both all the way back inside. Both Zan and Max growled, and I moved faster, shuddering with the overwhelming pleasure. They felt so good inside. There was absolutely nothing better than having them both filling me. I concentrated mainly on riding Zan, and I knew Max would follow my rhythm. He held my hips tightly and pushed into me as I moved on Zan. The sensations were a little different than other positions we’d tried. I took Zan inside, and then Max filled me a second later. As I moved forward, Max’s cock started to come out first and pushed Zan’s cock into the front wall of my passage, making him rub against my G-spot. I increased my pace and the three of us moved together in perfect unison. Zan threaded one of his hands through the headboard, giving his other hand as much slack as possible. He was able to cup my head and he pulled me to him for a hard kiss He released me a moment later and his hand slid down to my waist, urging me to a faster speed. I moved even faster and my inner muscles pulsed around them. Shivers of pleasure rushed through me and I felt my whole body tightening. Zan groaned and I knew he was holding on by a thread. Max’s hot breath puffed on my back and he reached down to stroke my clit. I whimpered as electricity ripped through my body. My muscles felt like rubber, and I started seeing spots before my eyes. I felt like I might pass out, but I didn’t stop, I went even faster. The guys keep up with me. Max rubbed my clit hard, and Zan grasped my breast, pinching my nipple. Oh shit it was so good! I gasped for breath and my hands fisted in the sheets as I plunged over the edge. The guys both came a moment after me, their hips pumping against me as they emptied themselves deep inside. I collapsed on top of Zan, and Max rested his head between my shoulder blades. For long moments we just lay together as the sensations rushed through us. Max’s hands smoothed over my sides and back, and Zan cupped my head pressing a quick kiss to my lips. Max reached up to release Zan, then he and Max pulled out and helped me settle on the bed between them. Zan spooned me from behind while Max faced me, and they wrapped arms around me. I felt so wonderful, so satisfied. They both stroked my skin gently as if they couldn’t get enough of touching me. I snuggled into Max’s chest, and reached back, wrapping my arm around Zan’s neck. I felt so complete having them both beside me again. We lay together for a long time, soft touches of hands and lips the only break in the silence. I felt myself drifting toward sleep, and I knew I had to get up. I loved being held between them, but it was getting late, and I needed to go home. Reluctantly I sat up. Zan’s hand smoothed over my back. “Where are you going baby?” “Home,” I sighed. Max wrapped his arm around my waist. “No, darlin’,” he rasped, “Stay here.” Zan pressed his lips between my shoulder blades. “Why won’t you move in with us Liz?” he purred. “Then you wouldn’t have to leave us.” Max kissed me. “You know we want you here.” Zan’s hand stroked over my breast as he continued to kiss my back. “Our place is closer to your school,” he said, starting to repeat the advantages they had pointed out many times before. “You’ll have your own room, and we’ll give you privacy any time you ask for it.” “Yes,” Max agreed, his hand smoothing down the front of my body, going directly for my clit. “We won’t charge you any rent, so you wouldn’t have to get a another job.” He stroked over my tiny nub, drawing a gasp from me. “You’d have more time to study.” He winked. “And you’d have access to us whenever you wanted.” I smiled and let my eyes roam over his naked body. “It is a very tempting offer.” I gasped again as Max continued rubbing my clit. “I’m just not sure I want to give up my independence.” Zan stoked over my hard nipple. “But you’ll think about it.” Max cupped my head and kissed me again as his magical fingers circled over my clit in just the right way. “And we’ll keep trying to convince you.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ TBC |
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