Crossing Lines (22 page)

They moved the plug out… in… out… in… in a slow, maddening rhythm that set her on fire, and she rocked back and forth, craving still more. No more plug. She wanted them. “Please.”

“You are so beautiful… I can’t wait to bury my cock in this sweet ass. I do get the ass, right?”

“Do you want me in front or back?” Kevin asked, close to her face on the opposite side of Lucas.

Her brain was humming and buzzing with overstimulation, much like the rest of her body, but his question required no thought. “Front. I want you holding me.” She’d gotten used to Lucas’s voice, scent, and touch, but Kevin was the anchor she needed in order to keep going forward. “I
need
you holding me.”

A low groan filled the room, and one of them swallowed roughly. “You get the ass, Lucas. We’ll be right back, sugar.”

The bed shifted again, a drawer opened and closed, and Lucas said, “You have quite a collection, Samantha” A paddle smacked skin, and she gasped, spinning her head toward the dresser even though she couldn’t see through the blindfold. Lucas laughed, “I understand you have a penchant for spankings. Is that true?”

She gulped and nodded.

“Maybe Kevin will let me play with you at the club sometime. I’d love to see your beautiful ass glowing pink.”

“We’ll talk about that later,” Kevin said before kissing her cheek and jaw. She titled her head in the opposite direction, exposing her neck while arching her back, encouraging him to keep going. His tongue slipped along her shoulder and down to her breast with a gentler touch than Lucas’s.

Lucas’s harsher touch had ramped her up, but Kevin’s loving and less aggressive touch tugged at her heart. He stroked her back and ass, tugged at the plug, and laved her breast with his mouth and tongue until she was on the verge of a massive orgasm.

But before she blasted off for outer space, he stopped, leaving her trembling and aching for release. “Kevin, please. Enough teasing.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

He laughed as she nodded furiously. “Yes, dammit, I’m sure. Now.”

“I’m gonna remove the plug and get you ready for Lucas.”

Her muscles contracted, trying to hold the plug in place, even though she wanted it gone to make room for Lucas. She jumped as a cold stream of lube ran down her butt crack, then shivered as Kevin plucked her clit and stroked her sex with one hand, while the other worked lube into her. “If you were any wetter, we wouldn’t need lube.”

His hands left her and the bed shifted again, at the end, on one side, the other side, and finally, near her head. “You’re going to straddle me, so I can fuck you from the front, while Lucas takes you from the rear. Lucas will go first.” Kevin swept her hair over her shoulder and brushed his hand down her neck to her breast. “Then it’s my turn.” His voice was rough and filled with hungry intent.

She had the impression Kevin was propping up the pillows to recline against. When he was ready, he wrapped his hands around her waist and helped her onto his lap.

The plan to let Lucas go first flew out the window as his erection rubbed her clit and sex, so close, yet so far away. She wiggled around, trying to get them aligned so she could slide onto him.

A hand slapped her ass, getting her attention as intended. “Stop moving.” He pulled her down onto his chest, which tilted her butt up… for Lucas. A palm ran down her spine, over her cheek, then into the crease of her ass. “Loop your wrists around my neck.”

“Are you ready for me, Samantha?” Lucas asked from the end of the bed.

Her earlier anxiety had evaporated, leaving behind nothing but nervous excitement and anticipation. “Yes.” Pleading desperation filled her voice. She’d never been so turned on in her life and she might explode. Not in an oh-God-that-feels-so-good orgasm, but from frustration ripping her apart.

In the next heartbeat, Lucas pressed against her entrance, larger than the medium plug and possibly even larger than the Double Dong.

Her heart pounded and her breathing faltered as she reflexively clenched her muscles against him.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” Kevin asked. “Take a deep breath and relax and let him in.”

“This is your fantasy, Samantha. Two men loving you, taking you from the front and back at the same time. Filling you to the point of near bursting. Relax and push back.”

Lucas’s soft, melodic voice soothed her and compelled her to do as he said. “Is he bigger than you?” she asked Kevin with a gasp as Lucas breached her opening.

“No, sugar. He’s not,” Kevin said, ruffling the hair at her temple.

A laugh echoed through the room. “You wish.”

“Shit, I’ll never be able to take all of you”—she panted—“either of you.” Trembling started in her fingers, spread to her hands, and rushed up her arms and shoulders before shooting down her spine.

Kevin’s arm around her waist tightened and drew her closer. “Feel my chest against your breasts.” She diverted her attention away from Lucas and focused on her breasts, smashed against the hard planes of Kevin’s chest, a chest hair tickling her just below her neck.

“Feel my thighs spreading you open.” She moved her attention down her body. Her stomach muscles clenched and tight against his hard abs… The slight burn in her thighs from being split wide over his hips…

“Feel his cock filling your ass, just like you’ve always wanted.”

She drew in deep breaths as Lucas pressed in a small amount, then withdrew. Slow in. Slow out. Each penetrating thrust breached her muscles farther than the time before, sending heated electrical charges through her nervous system.

Her mind shut down and her body took over. With her arms wrapped around Kevin’s neck, she didn’t have a lot of mobility, but she rocked back and forth, encouraging Lucas to go deeper. “More.”

“Oh yeah,” Kevin ground out. “Good girl.”

Lucas was huge, and she moaned with pleasure while ignoring the slight discomfort of being stretched farther than ever before.

Kevin’s breathing rasped in her ear as she rocked against Lucas. “We’re going to put a mirror on your ceiling, so I can watch him fuck you next time.” A few more thrusts and Kevin exhaled sharply. “He’s all the way in.”

“This is so good.” She groaned as Lucas stroked in and out, while Kevin massaged her clit and prepared to enter her. Lucas was definitely larger than the Double Dong, as was Kevin, and she feared the two of them entering her at the same time would split her open, but she found herself writhing against him, whispering, “I need you. Please.”

Something pressed against her hips and thighs. Then Kevin’s hands were around her waist, lifting her over him. With him positioned at the entrance of her sex, she dropped onto him in one swift motion. He moaned and she cried out as the two men filled her to capacity.

Holy God.
The Double Dong was intense, but nothing could compare to this. Two men stretching her and filling her until she thought she might burst.

Kevin started off slow and steady, which gave her time to adjust to the unfamiliarity of having two men in her at once. After a few minutes, slow and steady wasn’t going to win the race, so she rocked back and forth, urging him to step up the pace.

As always, he obliged her wishes and took her from zero to sixty in under thirty seconds.

“Yes, oh God, yes.” She cried out as the inferno swirling in her stomach gained energy and spun outward.

Before she erupted, he stopped abruptly, holding her off. “We can’t have you coming too soon. You’ve waited a long time for this. We need to make it count.”

“I appreciate your concern and consideration, but I’m not only on the edge of losing control of my orgasm, I’m about to lose my damn mind.”

His laughter filled her chest as she sifted her fingers through his hair, grasped the ends, and tugged. Fumbling around blind, she found his bottom lip, clamped down with her teeth, and pulled.

One of his hands clasped the back of her neck and held her still as his mouth angled over hers and he took control of the kiss. His tongue swept the roof of her mouth, stroked her tongue, then brushed her bottom lip. He slowed the pace and gentled the kiss, and when she’d eased away from the climactic ledge, he rocked his hips and nudged her toward the drop-off once again.

He palmed her breast, rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and alternated his strokes with Lucas’s. Lights flickered behind her eyelids, then grew in intensity, as did the whirling in her stomach. But like last time, he stopped seconds before she exploded.

“Kevin, please.”

“You want to stop now? You don’t want more?” Before she could answer, he pressed his fingers against her lips. Her mouth instinctively opened wide and drew them in with a strong suck. “Mmmm… I’d say you do want more. Two of us isn’t enough, huh? You want to suck off my friend, too?”

His rough, gravelly voice drove her on and she sucked his fingers, imagining them to be his friend’s cock. Where this incredibly wild streak came from, she didn’t know. She also didn’t care. She sank deeper into the fantasy while stroking his fingers with her tongue, drawing them in and out, like she would a man.

She hit a frenzied state, wild and out of control, propelled to the edge of the cliff, with no chance of stopping or turning back. She screamed and bucked wildly as the force of the orgasm ripped through her. Her stomach and pelvic muscles contracted, drawing the men in farther, her skin tingled, and she was lost to everything except the men filling her and the relentless waves of pleasure pulsing through her.

Three more pounding thrusts and Kevin barked a curse, then spasmed with his own climax.

Boneless, barely able to breath, incapable of speech, with her hands still bound behind his neck, the only thing she could do was collapse onto his chest. When she finally collected herself enough to speak, she said, “See… I need to see you.”

“Just a second…” Kevin shifted and twisted and fumbled around like he was looking for something on the bed. “Say goodnight, Lucas.”

“I’ve had a lovely time, Samantha.” He spoke from somewhere on her left, and in her relaxed, post-coital state, where everything was sharper and more focused, she realized his voice came through a speaker of some sort, presumably Kevin’s phone. “Thanks for letting me join the two of you.”

Kevin shifted and what felt like straps around her legs loosened, and the plug or dildo or whatever he’d used was removed. “You and Kevin should come to the club and the three of us can play there sometime.”

She wasn’t sure what that meant, but considering they’d just had sex, sorta, she figured she needed to at least acknowledge him in some way. “Thank you?”
How exactly did one thank a stranger for… phone sex?

His kind laughter rang out as Kevin said, “Thanks, man. Shut the door on your way out.”

The sound of footsteps echoed through the room and a door—not her door—opened and closed, and they were alone in the silence.

Kevin slipped the blindfold off and brushed her hair away from her face. Holding her cheeks in his palms, he murmured, “Hey.”

She still wasn’t clear on the details, but Kevin certainly managed to make the fantasy very real, almost too real at times, and emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She couldn’t believe he’d gone to so much effort for her, and words eluded her.

Rather than speaking, she lowered her head and kissed him. Not hard and passionate like earlier. The purpose of this kiss was to convey how much she appreciated all he’d done for her and Michaela throughout the weekend, all he’d done for her tonight, and how much she cared for him—despite her desire to keep him at a distance.

When she broke the kiss, he said, “Let’s take those cuffs off and get you cleaned up.”

Once basic cleanup was completed, Sam curled against Kevin’s side and reached for the sheet to pull over them. What she found, instead, was an unfamiliar shirt. She pressed it to her face and drew in a deep breath until she grew dizzy, enjoying the spicy scent. “Lucas’s?”

Kevin’s eyes narrowed as she took another couple of deep breaths, and finally, having had enough, he snatched it from her hand and tossed it across the room.

She laughed and rested her head on his chest. “So who is Lucas? And how did you pull that off?”

He looked at her through the fringe of his eyelashes, his dark eyes filled with affection… and arrogance. “If I tell you everything, we won’t be able to do it again.” He glanced to the ceiling. “We’re definitely putting a mirror up there before next time.”

“What did he mean about coming to the club?”

“Lucas owns a kink club here in town. I’ve done some work for him and we’ve gotten to be friends.”

“You called him Master Lucas. He’s a Dom?”

Kevin chuckled. “He is a Dom and is called Master Lucas by those in the lifestyle. But I’m not in the lifestyle, and I’m not one of his girls, so I refuse to call him that unless he has me in a headlock. I do it mostly just to yank his chain, though.”

When she didn’t say anything, he jiggled her shoulder with the arm wrapped protectively around her. “What’s on your mind?”

Sexual adventures were new to her. Only since her divorce had she felt the freedom to explore. And she often confused herself about what she wanted. “Sometimes, I think I’d like to try some of those things, but I don’t know that I’d be any good at it, and I’m not sure that’s what I really want. Like the threesome. I liked the idea of the fantasy, but when I thought a strange man was in my bedroom with you, I freaked out.”

He stared into space, deep in thought. After a moment, he said, “I don’t do well with boxes and labels, so I don’t think I could ever say I’m this or that. But we can experiment all you want. Here or, if you’re in an adventurous mood, we can go to the club.”

The idea of going to a club where there were other people around left her feeling much as she had when Kevin first arrived—terrified and excited at the same time.

“We can play around and try new things, keep what works and toss what doesn’t. I’ve played with Lucas’s sub at the club.” He grinned broadly. “She also happens to be his wife. And I enjoyed certain aspects. I liked spanking her.” His eyes darkened and grew intensely focused on her. “But I enjoyed it a hell of a lot more with you. I fed off your energy and the scene was hotter and more intense than anything I did with Loralei. Does that mean I’m a sadist or need to spank you all the time? No. But it’s fun to try different things.”