Red Zone: Boys of Fall (16 page)

“Poor empty pussy. You need something inside. Something filling it,” Oakley said, loving that he could direct Joel’s actions.

Joel continued to suck on her clit as he pushed two fingers in to the hilt.

“That’s it, Sadie.” Oakley loved the way she lifted her hips in time with Joel’s rough thrusting. Oakley had never taken a woman with such strength, reserving the more aggressive sex for his male lovers. Clearly he had underestimated exactly what women could take. What they enjoyed.

Sadie seemed to crave it hard. She beat her fist against the flat surface of the table as she made her own demands. Oakley had thought himself drained after her hand job, but when Sadie lifted her legs and wrapped her ankles around Joel’s shoulders, driving her pussy harder into his friend’s face, Oakley’s cock began to stiffen again.

Joel had voiced his fear of death by sex. Oakley now understood his concern.

He rose from his place on the floor and came to the opposite end of the table from Joel, bending close to Sadie’s face. She had clearly expected him to kiss her, but Oakley had other plans. He grasped her wrists and tugged her hands above her head, caging them there.

Sadie struggled to pull them free, but he merely tightened his grip. “You’re ours,” he whispered. Joel was afraid she’d fly. Oakley shared that same fear. Somehow they had to find a way to make her stay, to make her want this.

Joel stopped moving, lifted his head curiously. Sadie groaned, unhappy at the sudden lack of stimulation below her waist. She tried to pull his face back to her pussy with those sexy legs around his shoulders, but Joel was stronger.

“You’re captured, Sadie. At our mercy. Ours,” Joel said.

Oakley had known the night of the wedding what he wanted from this relationship.

Forever.

He got a sense that Joel had finally turned that corner tonight. There was one last person to convince, but it wouldn’t be easy. Joel had compared her to a caged bird, the image conjuring up all the erotic ways they could shackle her. Maybe he’d see if he could borrow some handcuffs from Carter.

Sadie claimed she wasn’t interested in a relationship, but Oakley got a feeling there was something else holding her back. So far she had managed to keep them at arm’s length. Despite spending night after night inside her body, she hadn’t let them anywhere near her heart.

Sadie’s breathing had grown shallow, faster. Oakley wondered if it was her helplessness or their words driving the reaction. Was she turned on or terrified? He suspected it was both.

“You like bondage?” Oakley asked.

“I’ve never let anyone…” Her words faded. Bondage required trust. It appeared that feeling went hand in hand with love in Sadie’s world. She wouldn’t give either easily. If they could get her to trust them, perhaps the other would follow.

“Will you let us? Tie you up, blindfold you, gag you? Take you hard?”

Sadie licked her lips and swallowed heavily. Her gaze never faltered from Oakley’s. The woman had courage, he’d give her that.

“Yes,” she said at last.

Oakley smiled, her response giving him hope. She trusted them with her body. He wouldn’t give up until she relinquished her love as well.

He looked at Joel. His friend’s face was lined with desire. Like Oakley’s, his cock had sprung back to life. Joel’s erection was outlined clearly by his jeans.

Joel unhooked her legs and stood, unzipping his pants once more and running his cock along Sadie’s slit.

God…it was never enough with these two. Never enough.

“Yes,” Sadie hissed, her head spinning. She was used to Joel taking control, but this dominant side of Oakley was just as potent. It felt as if he’d looked inside her head and seen all of her deepest, darkest fantasies.

Oakley released her hands. “Don’t move them or Joel will flip you over and spank that pretty little ass of yours.”

If that was a threat, it was a weak one. She actually considered the option. Before she could test them, however, Oakley pulled off his t-shirt and ripped it in half. Joel continued to press his cock against her, the head of it caressing her from clit to anus, then back again. She tried tugging him closer with her legs once more, but the man was strong as steel. She couldn’t budge him.

Then her attention was drawn to Oakley, who lifted her head to pull the soft cotton of his shirt over her eyes. She was instantly pitched into darkness.

She hadn’t thought the loss of her sight would feel so intense or…scary.

She had agreed to Oakley’s suggestion of bondage because she suspected she’d never get this opportunity again. She had spent her entire adult life longing for this type of experience, but she’d never, not once, found someone she’d trusted enough not to hurt her.

Sadie had no doubts about Oakley and Joel. Not one. They may get rough, but they’d never crossed the line into true pain. They were able to read her expressions, to understand her cries, to give her exactly what she wanted without going too far.

She tensed up slightly before taking a deep breath, trying to relax, to play it cool.

Leave it to Oakley to watch out for her, to study her face. He knew the second she started to freak out a bit.

He leaned over, his breath hot on her cheek. “You only have to say stop, Sadie.”

“Is that my safe word?” She meant the question as a joke, as her way of acting all tough and badass. Somewhere along the line, both Joel and Oakley had figured out she was anything but. It was dangerous. She needed that upper hand back.

“This isn’t a game, Sade.” Joel stopped moving. “You understand that, right?”

Sex is always a game.

She didn’t express that dark thought aloud. How could she? Joel and Oakley had just shared a really special moment, acknowledging their feelings for one another. It had been beautiful, but it had also made her feel like a usurper. She didn’t belong here with these guys. Despite everything they said, she knew—really knew—deep down in her gut, that they were looking for something serious. Something lasting and real.

For some insane reason and despite everything she’d said to the contrary, they thought they were going to find that with her.

She couldn’t give into them.

Oakley pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. “We won’t hurt you, Sadie.”

She pursed her lips together, too afraid her thoughts would escape. Because despite Oakley’s assertion, she knew they wouldn’t have a chance to hurt her. She’d strike first.

Without her vision, Sadie felt lost. She was used to being able to read their expressions. It helped her understand what they were thinking and feeling. The blindfold was stealing that advantage from her. Neither man spoke for a moment, which left her adrift, confused.

She considered sitting up and calling a halt to the whole thing. She’d thought that was Joel’s plan earlier, when he’d dragged her and Oakley to the alley. It struck her now that she’d actually felt a measure of relief as she had followed them outside. She’d believed Joel would do the hard part for her.

Sadie couldn’t force herself to move. Neither of them held her, restrained her. Joel remained between her legs, Oakley standing just above her head. It would be a simple task to just get up and leave.

Yet she couldn’t move. She may not be tied down, but she was captive. And the worst part was she had willingly allowed them to confine her.

“Please.” Her voice was too quiet, too weak. What the hell was she begging for?

Joel ran his fingers through her slit once more and she moaned. Yes. This was what she wanted. What she needed. She couldn’t escape on her own, so she’d let them take her away, help her hide from all the shit crowding in her head.

She was too much like her mother. Always feeling the need to disappear.

Somehow Oakley and Joel understood that.

Oakley reached for her hands once more, dragging them above her head and holding them against the smooth surface.

She waited for Joel to enter her, to thrust inside. He was right there and she was so ready for it. She should have known better.

One moment his fingers were on her clit, the next he had the front of her blouse in his hands. He ripped the material apart. She heard several buttons skitter along the floor.

She wasn’t sure what was so freaking hot about a guy ripping her clothes off, but there was no denying her arousal went from hot to scorching. Even so, she sighed and feigned annoyance. “I loved this shirt.”

Oakley chuckled. “I love it now too. Shows off some of my favorite parts of you.”

She fought not to laugh. Oakley had a definite addiction to her boobs. The man was forever touching them, sucking on them or baring them the second they managed to get somewhere private.

“Put the rest of your t-shirt to use, Oakley. I need help.”

Joel’s voice was serious, sensual. Oakley released her and she heard another rip. Her freedom was short-lived when each man claimed a wrist. Joel bound her to one leg of the table, Oakley the other.

She tried to tug her arms free, but her lovers hadn’t lied. This wasn’t a game. Their knots stuck.

A slight unease crept in as her true helplessness soaked in. She couldn’t see what they were doing and she couldn’t move her hands. Her defenses were being stripped away.

“I…” she paused. She’d been about to call a halt to the whole thing, but something stopped her.

“Five more minutes, Sadie.” Joel ran his hand along her chest and stomach. “Give us five more minutes. If you hate it, we’ll stop.”

Sadie could do that. She thought. “Okay.”

She jerked slightly when she felt hands—Oakley’s—reach beneath the cups of her bra to lift her breasts out. Then he shifted to her side and took one nipple in his mouth. He took a page out of Joel’s book, applying more and more pressure until the pleasure morphed into the slightest bit of pain.

“Uh,” she said, the sound coming out more breath than grunt.

At that point, everything started to move faster as both men touched, licked and bit her. Through it all and despite the blindfold, she knew exactly who did what. It was fascinating to her that in such a short time she’d become so attuned to them.

It was Oakley who’d drawn off one of her shoes and sucked her big toe into his mouth. The sensation made her giggle, which encouraged him to tickle the bottom of her foot.

It was Joel whose teeth latched onto her earlobe, applying pressure until she cried out. Joel liked her pleasure/pain noises. She was accustomed to his efforts at provoking them. And because she was
that girl
, she held off as long as she could in providing them. The end result was more pain, but also the reward because she really fucking liked it.

Her knees were pushed apart. Hot breath and a wicked tongue—Oakley’s—hit at her opening. He drove his tongue inside her as her back arched in need. It wasn’t enough.

“Please,” she repeated again, wishing her hands were free to grab his hair, pull him over her and force him to fuck her properly. She knew exactly what she wanted. She needed it hard and deep. And now.

If either man—or both—knew of her distress, they didn’t let that knowledge sway them. They simply continued to torment her with some of the hottest touches she’d ever experienced, pushing her to a hairsbreadth of climax before backing her away from it again.

Murder began to cross her mind when Oakley rose and Joel took his place between her legs, driving two thick fingers inside her. For a moment, she thought they were taking pity on her. After all, it wouldn’t have taken more than two more of those rough thrusts to send her spiraling. The motherfuckers knew it. Once his fingers were buried deep, Joel held still, not moving, not giving her the satisfaction she craved.

“I will kill both of you the second you untie me.”

Oakley chuckled, which sealed his fate. He was going to die first. As always, Joel remained silent. Without the benefit of sight, that left her to wonder what he was thinking or feeling. Knowing him, he was plotting ways to make her suffer even longer.

She was pleasantly surprised when she felt the head of his cock press against her pussy, seeking entrance. He slid in easily, given the fact they’d turned the water spigot on high as far as her arousal was concerned. Once again, he stopped when he was fully seated, not giving her the friction she needed so badly.

He bent over her body and she blinked rapidly as the blindfold was tugged away, the light too bright after so long in darkness. When she could focus her vision again, Joel was there. His lips mere inches from hers.

The look in his eyes took her breath away. He looked at her as if she truly mattered to him. As if he loved her.

Her heart lurched painfully and she tried to convince herself she was misreading it.

Not love. Lust. That was all this was.

Then Joel leaned closer, offering her the sweetest kiss she’d ever received. The tenderness lasted only a brief second before Joel stood upright and gripped her hips, plowing into her with all the force and speed she’d been begging for.

She came within seconds.

Joel pulled out and Oakley took his place. He found her sweet spot on the first thrust, pushing her to the hilt of yet another climax. Over and over, he stroked that magic place until she gasped, then cried out, then came.

She had mere seconds to recover before Joel returned, the hard, brutal, amazing thrusts dragging her out of her sated bliss and tossing her back into the red-hot flames of desire.

Sadie lost sense of time and place as Joel and Oakley took turns, marking her with their unique brands of fucking, playing her body like a finely tuned piano. She lost count of how many times she had come, certain it had to measure in the triple digits. Hell, maybe she’d hit a million. Who knew? At some point, her hands were untied, but she couldn’t recall who had done it or when.

She’d been bound to the table, their all-too-willing captive. Joel flipped her to her stomach as he entered her again. She trembled with need and exhaustion. He bent over her, his lips caressing her shoulder.

“Last time,” he whispered.

Sadie loved being taken from behind. The position allowed Joel to go deeper. Typically, she was an active participant, using her grip on the table to meet him blow for blow. This time, she was a rag doll, devoid of strength. All she could do was take, to accept what he gave.