think she was into bondage or something, but she didn’t care. She was already having enough trouble staying in full control of what was happening here. At the very least, she had to keep him cuffed to the bed so she could keep calling the shots.
“I want to fuck you,” he said again, sounding angry now. “I want to fuck you both , all damn night. And I can’t even fucking reach you this way.”
But she couldn’t let him fuck her. As much as she wanted to. Because that sounded like…like he would take her. Like she would have no choice but to surrender her body, and maybe more. And as tempting as that sounded in some ways, she had to be the one in control. She had to. There was no other way.
“Relax, baby,” she said, trying to soothe him. “Relax…and we’ll fuck you .”
Chapter Three
“Get a condom,” Erin instructed Melanie. She’d put three in her uniform pocket, and as Melanie departed the bed, she told her exactly where to find them. She and Carter both watched Melanie scurry naked across the carpet—at some point Erin hadn’t noticed, her friend had shed her bra completely, and now her pert breasts bounced with her movements.
Erin’s eyes dropped to Carter’s body then, and she was discovering more and more that she liked the vision of him bound—even better now that his shirt was open and his pants down. Perversely perhaps, she liked the idea of him being her captive. And she instinctually ran her hand up his erection, rubbing, caressing, while they waited for Melanie’s return.
A low moan left him, fueling her.
“Damn it, I want to touch you,” he said then, sounding more exasperated than mad this time. He yanked at the cuffs, as if that would do any good. His voice softened then, just slightly, and she felt his need. “I want to touch you everywhere , baby. I want to run my hands over those big, beautiful breasts and all those luscious curves. I want to feel how wet your pussy must be by now.”
It got wetter, just from that. And felt swollen beyond belief.
“ We’re doing the touching here,” she informed him, still molding his cock in her hand, loving the power she felt beneath her palm.
He sighed. “I’m the birthday boy. Don’t I get some say?”
She met his gaze, shook her head, felt her breasts sway slightly with the motion—and found she loved feeling so on display for him. “No. You take what we give you and you like it.” She heard the condom package rip a few feet away.
“Mmm, and I do like it,” he said on a growl. “But I want more, damn it.”
“You’ll get more. Right now,” she added as Melanie climbed back onto the bed, the flesh-colored condom grasped between her fingertips. Erin drew her gaze from his to resume focusing on his penis.
She held it upright, waiting as Melanie rolled the rubber down onto him, and Erin smiled inwardly, glad she’d boldly bought the large size when she’d shopped earlier this week. And while one part of Erin wanted desperately to climb onto Carter’s big cock and take it deep into her pussy, another wilder part of her wanted to watch her girlfriend do it first.
They kneeled on either side of him again, so Erin reached for Melanie’s bare ass—so soft, round—and began to guide her to straddle him on the bed.
She studied the erotic vision Melanie made—her denuded slit parting as she balanced herself on the tip of Carter’s cock. “Mmm,” Melanie purred, running her hands up over her own breasts, then she slowly sank down, sheathing him inch by hot, hard inch. Erin’s eyes were glued to where the two bodies met, and she didn’t mind not being a part of it because she was still part of it. She’d made this happen, given this to Carter, and he knew it. She’d given all three of them this hot, forbidden encounter.
“Oh!” Melanie cried, taking him to the hilt. “ Big . So big.” Then she closed her eyes, seeming to luxuriate in the sensation of just having him inside her, moaning her pleasure as