Forty-Eight Hour Burn (12 page)

Georgia realized until one of them touched her she actually forgot she was naked. It amazed her how quickly accustomed she became to walking around Gavin’s home, being between the two of them while not wearing a stitch of clothing.

“I haven’t seen it,” she shook her head, “but I’ve wanted to.”

“It’s not particularly romantic, but it beats
Halloween
,” Gavin commented as Randy started the DVD via the remote on the coffee table.

“Or
Bob the Builder
,” Randy fired back.

Georgia laughed as her men exchanged playful jabs and then settled comfortably between them as the opening credits started to flash on the television screen. She managed to make it through three quarters of the movie before curiosity got the best of her. She cleared her throat and broke the conversation silence.

“Is anyone on the department gay?”

“You mean on our department?” Gavin shook his head. “If they are, they’re in the closet.”

“Would it bother you to know one of your fellow firefighters batted for the same team?”

Gavin’s lips quirked at that. “Not really. The guys on either of the three the crews are entitled to play for whatever team they choose. Same as me and Randy. A lot of guys think we’re twisted or even gay ourselves for the lifestyle we like to lead. That doesn’t keep the other firefighters from working with us.”

“Are you?” The question rolled from her lips before she could catch it. She had wondered now and then if Gavin and Randy ever got it on without a woman between them. When she thought about it, it actually turned her on.

“No.” Randy didn’t laugh at her question or even sound angry. He answered her simply, with no inflection in his tone, as if she had merely asked what color he wanted to paint the bedroom wall.

“We prefer to have a woman involved,” Gavin added. His hand slipped from its place on her knee to her inner thigh. “We prefer to have you involved.” He nudged her legs apart as his hand continued north to her already throbbing sex. “It sucks, though, how gay guys are treated. Adam and his buddy might be pretending in this movie, but the way the city reacts to their news, it’s wrong.” His fingers slipped between her folds, gliding over her clit in a featherlike caress as he spoke.

Georgia tried to keep track of the conversation as arousal built and scattered her thoughts. Randy didn’t help matters when he took a strawberry from the bowl on the table and traced her nipple with the tip before taking a bite of the fruit.

“It’s not just the whole being gay thing, either,” Randy commented. “The guy’s a single father, trying to do the best for his kids. So what if he really was gay? That wouldn’t make him any less of a father or a firefighter.”

Georgia agreed, though she found it difficult to tell them so when Gavin’s fingers pushed inside her eager pussy at the same time Randy bent down and caught her nipple between his lips. The rest of the movie got lost in a blur of sexual haze. By the time the final credits rolled, Georgia felt so hot and ready she didn’t blink twice when Gavin ordered her to move to the coffee table before them.

Randy pushed the uneaten bowl of popcorn aside to make room for her to sit. The marble topped table chilled her heated flesh as she perched on the edge and awaited their next order.

“Masturbate for us.”

Georgia stared at Randy, his command not quite making sense at first. Surely they were going to touch her, to make love to her. Then she remembered Gavin’s earlier words about holding off on her newest punishment until a later time. Even as her heart skipped and the excitement tripped in her belly, the alarm bell sounded to signal that later time was now.

“Touch yourself.” Randy sat back on the sofa, the picture of calm boy cool with one arm draped across the back of the cushion, his gaze seemingly transfixed on her naked body. “Use the toys at your side if you like. We want to see your pleasure. We want to hear it. Just remember the cardinal rule.”

No coming unless they gave her permission. Yes, Georgia knew the cardinal rule. She nodded, glanced down to find a dildo at her side next to the bowl of strawberries. It couldn’t be the same dildo as before. This one looked much longer and far wider than the other one had felt. Beside it lay the butt plug. The sight of it sent a delightfully frightened shiver through her.

Georgia licked her lips as she gazed back at her men. Gavin leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. He lifted a brow.

“Is something wrong, darlin’?”

“I’ve, um, never done this for an audience before.” She fantasized about it, gotten off more than once on the image of them watching her play with herself. The reality delivered more nervousness than her imagination supplied.

“It’s only us. We could provide you with a larger audience, but we thought to work you in slowly to that.”

Georgia’s heart tripped. A larger audience? He no doubt meant the men of the Service Club. Would he and Randy truly expect her to masturbate in front of all those other men, all their women, too? As she held Gavin’s gaze, she knew the answer without daring to ask. Yes. Yes, they would expect that of her and probably a lot more.

“You haven’t tasted a strawberry yet,” Randy said. “They’re delicious. Why don’t you try one?”

Georgia swallowed, her gaze shifting to Randy’s as she reached for a strawberry and started to bring it to her lips.

“You should dip it in the sauce first. Fruit always tastes better with a little sweet dip.”

Georgia paused, momentarily puzzled. When the blub flickered in her head, heat rose to her cheeks. With a hand not quite as steady as it had been a mere second before, she lowered the strawberry, simultaneously spreading her legs, and swiped the piece of fruit between her soaked pussy lips.

The contrast of the cool fruit to the flaming sensitive flesh drew a quiet moan from her. She watched Randy from beneath her lashes as she brought the strawberry to her mouth once more, this time taking a large bite.

 
“Damn, that’s hot,” Randy breathed.

Something in his tone, the look of pure unadulterated desire in his expression fueled her nerve. Getting into it now, Georgia said, “It tastes pretty hot, too. Sticky, sweet, and the tart combination of the strawberry gives it an added twist.”

“Are you teasing me, sweet thing?”

“I’m following your orders. If it’s teasing, then you’ve done that to yourself.”

Gavin chuckled. “She’s got you there, man. Touch your nipples, Georgia, roll and pinch them with your fingers.”

She shifted her attention to Gavin. She didn’t immediately do as he told her, flattening her hands instead on her belly and then slowly caressing her way up to her breasts. A dangerous pool of desire collected in his eyes. By the time she took her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers to roll and pinch as he instructed, she sank so deeply in that pool that drowning became an absolutely certainty.

“You aren’t squirming enough, darlin’. Show me how you would pleasure those taut buds if Randy and I weren’t watching. Are you always so gentle with yourself?”

“No.” When she masturbated, she started out easy and slow. It never lasted. The things she craved, the thin edge of pain she yearned for might make her feel dirty, but without it her orgasms didn’t come as fiercely or as satisfying.

“I didn’t think so. Get naughty for us. I want to see you squirming on that table. I want to see that pussy dripping with your juices. Uh ah, eyes open,” Gavin told her when she started to close her eyes. “Keep them on me.”

Holding his gaze made it harder to give into the demands of her body. Heat crept into her face as she rolled her nipples between her fingers and then gave them simultaneous pinches that sent sensations whipping through her straight to her pussy. She did it again, harder, the pressure drawing a strangled moan from deep in her throat. It never ceased to amaze her, the fiery path of ecstasy that such an act ignited within her.

“That’s it. Ah, God, that’s so sexy.” Randy shifted on the sofa, drawing her attention to him.

Georgia let her gaze skim down to his cock, so massively erect and stupendously large it created a pop tent in his sweatpants. She licked her lips, imagining his cock in her mouth and down her throat again as she increased the pressure on her nipples, and threw her head back on a pleasured gasp. Her pussy seeped the juices Gavin wanted to see. Her vagina pulsed, the burn so intense she gyrated her hips on the table in an attempt to find some position to alleviate the discomfort.

“Now she’s squirming.” Gavin’s tone rang with approval. “Is your cunt burning, darlin’?”

“Yes! Oh, I’m on fire. Touch me.” She realized too late how much her request sounded like a command of her own. She lifted her head, her gaze slamming into Gavin’s. The ticking in his jaw told her he caught it instantly.

“No. Scoot to the edge of the table. Lean back on one hand and use the other to fuck yourself with the dildo.”

Eager to feel something inside her aching channel, even it had to be a toy rather than the cock she yearned for, she got into position. The toy felt cool to her heated flesh. She sucked a breath through her teeth as she eased the dildo inside her vagina. The girth stretched her slickened inner walls, teasing the muscles and tempting her G-spot. The length delivered her fullness that brought a tinge of pain with it, especially when she followed Gavin’s next command.

“Bury it deep. You can take it all.”

“Look at how greedy your pussy is,” Randy said in a husky awe. “Can you see it from your angle, sweet thing? Can you see how your cunt swallows that dildo like a hungry kitten lapping at her mother’s tit?”

Georgia shook her head even as she attempted to peer down at herself. Her upper body shook with the effort. Her vagina refused to allow her a moment to stop the sweet invasion long enough to shift her position for a better view.

“Next time, we’ll do this in front of a mirror,” Gavin decided. “Have you ever watched yourself get off?”

She nodded even as she winced with embarrassment.

“You like watching yourself, don’t you? I can’t say I blame you. Damn, darlin’, it’s an awesome sight.”

She did like to see herself come. The way her pussy clinched and convulsed around whatever object she used for her pleasure fascinated her. She felt naughty when she settled in front of her full length mirror with her legs spread and her favorite dildo lodged inside her. She felt sexy, too, exotic and just a bit wicked.

“Take it out.”

Georgia thrust the dildo into her channel, her tempo picking up pace as the husky approval of Gavin’s tone coupled with her own erotic images of watching herself come.

“Georgia, I gave you an order.”

The harsh authority washed away all appreciation. The fact that he did issue another order finally splintered through her conscience.

“I can’t.” It felt too good, the penetration of the thick, wide toy slamming inside her ravenous hole. Her breaths turned labored as the orgasm built, as her plunging continued.

“You can, and you will. Or would you rather return to the play room, to the platform for another round of punishment?”

That stopped her cold. All they did to her in that room today felt brutally fantastic, but no way could she handle more of that tonight. She discovered a new line between pleasure and pain in that room today. She knew now the torture of being brought so close to release only to be denied and unable to finish for herself. She knew what it meant to be at the mercy of the men she loved. She enjoyed that treatment even as it made her feel sensually nasty. Maybe one day soon she would defy their orders simply to bring on that punishment again, but not tonight.

She whimpered when she pulled the toy from her quenching channel. Her body didn’t release it easily. Her hips attempted to follow the dildo, thrusting forward on their own volition. Emptiness swamped her, leaving her on the verge of pleading for mercy.

“You want it inside you, don’t you?” Randy asked, his voice gruffer than she ever heard it.

“I would rather have one of you.” She barely managed a whisper, her voice lost somewhere in her attempts to obey them despite everything about her wanting to tell them to fuck off. They were torturing her again, driving her mad with need, killing her by keeping her but a breath away from sheer explosion.

“You want to be fucked, darlin’?” Gavin asked. “Are you so hot and ready you can’t stand to wait?”

“Why are you punishing me again?” She sounded weak, defeated, but it only mirrored how she started to feel.

“Oh, baby.” Gavin scooted to the edge of the sofa and cupped her cheek in his hand. The tenderness of the gesture brought tears to her eyes. She leaned into his touch and brushed her lips to his palm. “That isn’t what we’re doing now, love. Randy does owe you punishment for stealing the orgasm in the bedroom earlier. I’ll leave it to him to decide how and when to give you that. This is a lesson. I told you we would teach you, train you. You want to give us pleasure same as we give you, don’t you?”

“Of course.” God, she wanted to please them more than she cared about making herself happy.

“Sustaining your orgasms, finding that rapturous burn that will keep you squirming and riding for a long time is as much pleasure for us as it will be to you. Roll with it. Let it feel good, love. Control it. Don’t let it control you.”