Casey's Secrets (Full Trilogy) (6 page)

Casey’s Discovery: Chapter 6

I
couldn’t tell quite what it was that made me come completely undone. The hard thrust of the dildo was only half of it, but when it suddenly came to life with violent vibrations inside me at the same time as Max pressed a slick finger against my ass and shoved in two knuckles deep, I lost it. Every cell in my body became a white-hot glowing ember, exploding with sensation. I thrashed my head on Rick’s shoulder and sunk my teeth into his flesh in a vain effort to stay sane. My knees locked and I had the vague sensation of warm wetness trickling down my thighs. I had the presence of mind for a split second to worry that I’d drawn blood and tried to pull away and apologize, but he’d twined his strong fingers through my hair at the back of my neck and slammed his mouth onto mine, holding onto me as though he knew exactly what I needed—a lifeline to keep me from transforming entirely into a cloud of disembodied particles and disappearing into the wind.

Rick broke away and with a soft tug, the blindfold came off my eyes. He looked almost as dazed as I felt when he peered into my face.

“You doin’ all right, honey?” he asked, his mouth quirking into a shaky smile.

“I have no idea,” I breathed.

Behind me Max slowly removed the dildo and stepped away. Water ran again nearby, and again a warm rag swept gently between my thighs, removing the slick evidence of my orgasm. He’d never be able to wipe away the experience, though, and I never wanted him to.

Rick removed my blindfold, undid the bindings around my wrists, then slid his hands up and gripped me under the arms to help me rise while Max swiftly tugged the ropes free from around my thighs. When I was sitting on the chair with them both squatting down in front of me looking concerned, I couldn’t help but laugh.

Max gave me a perplexed look. “What’s funny?”

“Both of you. Jeez, you’re both so … big and strong but you look like you’re, I don’t know, prostrating yourselves in front of me. What the heck did I do to earn this? I mean, I’m not complaining …” I let out a shaky breath. “I’m still just
me
.” I shrugged my shoulders and gave Max a hesitant smile, hoping he’d confirm one way or the other what I was only just beginning to understand about myself—that I really wasn’t the Casey I’d been the day before, the girl hoping to find some way to understand what I worried were weirdly deviant desires.

Rick glanced at Max, who answered. “You’re so much more than the girl you were yesterday, baby. So much more.”

They watched me quietly as I chewed on my lip, struggling to clamp down on the uncertainty that threatened to ruin the buzz of euphoria infusing me at the moment. I caught sight of Rick’s truck out the kitchen window and the real reason for his presence at our house barreled back. The sheaf of papers on the counter sat there, threatening me with their finality.

I had to think of some way for this
not
to end, but I knew the second my mom came back the following day, that would be the end. Max would be gone and Rick along with him, and every hope I had of understanding myself, too.

“What is it, baby?” Max asked, leaning forward and laying a hand on my thigh.

“I just don’t want this to end. Not today—or ever.”

“We’ve got all day. We can do whatever you want, just say the word.”

I nodded. I’d take advantage of the offer now, at least until I could come up with a better idea.

“You guys are the experts, and Rick said …” I bit my lip and glanced shyly at Rick. He raised an eyebrow, even though the amused look on his face betrayed that he knew precisely what I was thinking. He’d been the one to
say
it to begin with, after all. I took a deep breath. If I could be naked and enjoy getting fucked with a giant dildo, I could say a few words out loud. “Rick said you’d both fuck me. That’s what I want, but … your way. I mean, tied up, but not blindfolded this time. I want to see you both.”

“Lady’s choice always is the most rewarding, buddy,” Rick said, giving Max a smug look. He stood and grabbed a fresh coil of rope. “You recovered enough, or do you need a break?”

I shook my head vigorously. “Now. I want it all now.”

Max nodded and stood, reaching out a hand to help me up, too. “You need to learn to pace yourself, but as long as you’re not sore we can get started. We’ll take it slowly this time.”

The pair of them choreographed the next several minutes, positioning me by the table at first while Rick slowly and methodically wrapped ropes around my torso and tied intricate knots. Soon I began to feel like I was being bound up by some devious, kinky spider. Lengths of rope extended out in several directions from my body. Then they urged me to lie back on the table. The heavy glass and iron piece of furniture was pleasantly cool against my bare backside, the contrast a sweet reminder of the stinging strikes Max had given me throughout the morning.

A tug of the ropes pulled my hands back and my body with them. Rick’s gentle touch positioned my hands just so. I felt a little bit like a rag doll, being posed, but every slip of the ropes around my flesh sent more tingles of pleasure through my body.

“Lie back,” Rick said, pushing me back toward the table and helping me to recline on the surface of it. A throw pillow caught my head and I let myself relax as he tested each stretch of rope over my skin, sliding his fingers beneath. I sensed that it was only a precautionary measure for him to check the tautness of my bindings, but every sweep of his fingers between my flesh and the ropes made me want more contact.

“Time for your legs,” he said.

It became hypnotic, the slow testing of my position and the tickle of the rope sweeping around and around as he coiled and knotted repeatedly, the delicate insect caught in a spider’s inescapable web.

He tugged one leg up and bent my knee. I let him, watching with abstract interest as he positioned my bent knees just so and wrapped the cord and knotted it with swift, sure motions of his hands—too fast for me to even track. He had the intensity of an artist, or at least of someone who knew precisely how to do what they knew best.

A stray length of the rope drifted between my thighs and I gasped at the contact. My pussy throbbed with the need to be filled again, but I’d managed to block it out while I focused on Rick’s artistry. The wayward length of silk inadvertently stroking me reminded me with excruciating ecstasy how much pleasure I had already experienced that day, and promised of more to come.

“Oh, God,” I said.

“Almost done.” Rick sped up his movements and I gasped when he tugged a little too tight, pulling my left thigh against my torso. He loosened it again and eyed me. I nodded when the binding slackened enough and he tied a quick knot.

He let out a satisfied sigh and stood back.

Casey’s Discovery: Chapter 7

“I
think you’ve outdone yourself,” Max said.

“I couldn’t exactly skimp, all things considered,” Rick said.

“I suppose not.”

“Everything good, Case?” Max asked, moving closer.

“Yeah, I think? It’s nice, but … different.” I wished I could’ve given him a more articulate response, but I was still absorbing the newness of the intensely arousing sensations Rick had left me with. My body was criss-crossed with knots and ropes. He’d managed to somehow bind my arms down to the table, stretched out perpendicular to my body, and my legs were tied up bent and spread wide, the position a sharp contrast to the closed-thigh position they’d had me in earlier. I couldn’t see how they were tethered to the table, but it didn’t matter. I could imagine how I looked, sprawled across the circular surface with my pussy bare and weeping.

All I knew was that I was fully exposed to the two of them and completely at their mercy. And my pussy felt like a molten pit just waiting for one of them to cool me off.

“You comfy, Case?” Rick asked.

“Pretty much,” I said. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

Rick laughed and bent over me, resting his elbows casually on the table just above my bound arms. “Yeah, your stepdad and I were the go-to guys for awhile. But life happened.”

“And you stopped for love?”

“You could say that. Now it looks like things may be coming full circle.” His gaze flicked down over me, admiring his own handiwork. “Christ, Casey, you really are something else.”

He stretched his hand out and toyed with the steel hoop that pierced one of my nipples. His touch was delicate at first, and deliciously arousing as he swirled his fingertips around and around in teasing circles. I watched his face slowly transform from businesslike to pure lust as he continued teasing, moving his fingertips in a line tracing the lines the ropes made in my flesh.

“Close your eyes, baby,” Max said.

I glanced down my torso to where he stood. He rested both hands on my ankles and squeezed gently, sliding his palms up to my knees. I let my lids drift closed and gasped when he moved his hands and drifted them along my stomach downward until his thumbs grazed my slick lips. My senses came alive under their contact, with Rick’s touch becoming more urgent, stroking my breasts and tugging at my nipples. After a moment his hot breath hit my neck and his soft lips trailed up along my jaw, finally coming to rest against my mouth.

The sensation of his tongue sinking into my mouth somehow grounded me and I lifted my head to meet him, sucking hungrily at his lips. He tasted like coffee and something a little sweet—honey maybe. I decided I liked kissing him as much as Max.

In the next moment I was grateful for his mouth on mine. Between my legs, Max’s touch became more intense, his fingers stroking harder. I heard a slight rustle as he moved and then his hot mouth was on me, his tongue gloriously licking and sucking at my clit.

I moaned into Rick’s mouth and sucked harder at his tongue. I wanted to move, to clutch at his hair, touch him, but bound down as I was, all I could do was flex my fingers and grip the edge of the table while Max sank his tongue into me and back out, teasing my pierced hood with tight, maddening circles.

My breath came in pants against Rick’s mouth and he pulled away. I opened my eyes for a second, and met his intense gaze peering down at me.

“Let go, Case,” he said and dipped his head lower to my breast.

Max’s hands gripped my thighs while his mouth devoured my pussy. I cried out, my chest heaving, when his sucking lips pulled the climax from me in a long, tortuous flow of ecstasy that seemed to sink through my body from my outer edges to my very center.

Tears streamed down the sides of my face, soaking my hair as he continued sucking and drawing out my orgasm. In the split second after it subsided I heard the sound of rustling clothing and looked down again to see his erect cock free of his pants and aimed at my core.

“Yes,” I murmured and smiled up at him.

He smiled back briefly, his expression becoming filled with nothing but pleasure as his cock sank into me.

Rick kept steadily stroking me, occasionally teasing his fingers just under the tight bite of the ropes where they cut into my softer flesh. Sometimes he would use his tongue on me instead of his fingers, leaving cool stripes of moisture behind each tickling taste.

Max began with slow, even strokes at first, barely moving as my still sore pussy acclimated to him for the second time. I winced at the reminder of the pain from the night before and he paused.

“Still hurt?” he asked.

I nodded. “Don’t stop, please. I love that it hurts.”

Rick’s brow creased above me and he looked at Max then back down at me. “Were you … Jesus, were you a virgin?”

I gasped and closed my eyes when Max pulled out and shoved back into me with a deliberate thrust. My muscles spasmed around him, reawakened by the pressure of his thick length invading my inexperienced depths.

“Y-yes. Oh, God, like that. Do that again!”

Max chuckled and I opened my eyes again. I smiled up at Rick whose expression had taken on an awed, wondering look. “Lucky bastard,” he said.

My eyes stayed fixed on Max, roving over his flexing muscles, now glistening with sweat. Morning sunlight shone off the gleaming steel hoops through his nipples. God, I wanted to do things to him with my mouth. I licked my lips at the thought.

“I think she needs something to occupy her tongue, don’t you, baby?” Max asked.

I nodded, thrilled that he’d seemed to read my mind so easily.

“That can be arranged,” Rick said. He leaned down and kissed me again, letting his lips slide across mine and teasing his tongue out to wet my mouth thoroughly. While his mouth was pressed to mine I heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper descending. He stood up a second later and I turned my head to watch him slip out of his jeans.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him and he seemed to be able to tell how mesmerized I was. God, I’d just seen him a little while ago, but still wanted to just look. He reached one hand out and stroked my cheek gently, while sliding his other palm up along the length of that glorious pink shaft.

“You want a taste, Casey?”

“Yes.”

The edge of the table was the only obstacle, but his hips were high enough above the surface that he could lean over slightly and aim the tip of his cock at my lips. He kept his hand resting gently on my jaw, his thumb on my chin while he guided his cock to my mouth. Max’s steady fucking slowed and then picked up again along with a gentle rubbing at my clit.

Every single one of my senses came alive with the first flick of my tongue along the glistening slit at the tip of Rick’s cock. He was a little bitter like coffee the first time I’d tasted it, but mostly salty-sweet and I lifted my head to wrap my lips further around his tip. The skin was hot and so smooth. I wanted to taste more of him. I slid my tongue around the head, teasing at the underside like Max had shown me the night before, and then sucking gently, wishing for him to feed me more of his hot shaft.

He did, leaning over and bracing one hand on the table behind my head while he slowly lowered his hips toward my face, his cock sliding between my lips bit by bit.

“You just hum if you want me to stop, all right?”

I made an “mhm” sound and tilted my head up to take him deeper. He clutched at the back of my head with his hand.

“Oh Christ, don’t move, honey. Let me do the work.”

I “mhmed” again and relaxed, letting him support my head while he slid out of me and then back into my mouth until I could feel his tip nudging at the back of my throat.

“That’s right. Fuck that pretty mouth of hers,” Max said, speeding up between my thighs.

I moaned around Rick’s cock, overwhelmed by the sensation of Max’s thickness stretching my walls again and the smack of his heavy balls against my sensitive asshole.

His fingers worked my clit more deliberately, fresh zings of pleasure shooting through my body. They became more intense when a pair of hands clutched my breasts. Two different hands, this time. One pair of fingers squeezed harshly, causing delicious spikes of pain to shoot through my nipples. The other was gently teasing, the contrasting sensations sending me into a confusing whirl of pleasure until I wasn’t sure which way was up.

“Holy fuck,” Rick said and his thrusting into my mouth became jerky, suddenly sinking in a little too deep until I gagged and clenched my eyes shut tightly. He abruptly pulled out of my mouth and let out a harsh groan.

I opened my eyes briefly, and he quickly covered them with his hand, but not before I caught a glimpse of his face contorted in pleasure and his other hand rapidly stroking his cock as creamy fluid spurted from the tip, landing hotly on my cheeks and lips.

Max’s movements changed, his thrusting growing more violent. The harsh push of his cock into me, filling me so perfectly and the rub of his piercing along my oversensitized inner nerves made me wish I could wrap my thighs around him and hold him deep. He let out a loud cry and the sensation of his cock pulsing inside was the most erotic thing I’d experienced. He slammed hard into me once more and didn’t move again except for the steady rubbing of my clit. One more tweak of my nipple and my body went soaring again, every nerve ending seemed to explode with my orgasm. I was abstractly grateful for the bindings holding me to the table because I was pretty sure if I hadn’t been tied down, I’d have flown off into space from the pleasure of Max’s wonderful cock filling me while Rick bent and kissed my cum-coated lips.