Carter's Cuffs by Lacey Alexander Read Free Book Online Page B

each and every lick he delivered, loving the sense of control the position gave her.
    Carter moved his tongue deeper into her folds as they passed over his mouth, wetting her thoroughly from front to back, but always ending expertly at her clit. “Oh God, baby, that’s good,” she said, her voice dark with arousal. “So good.” Her body urged her to push down harder, harder, giving him no choice in the matter. That’s when he began to suck her clit.
    She pressed her lips tight, trying to hold herself together, but a sob of abject pleasure escaped her. She clenched her teeth, her breath coming jagged, heavy, as she fucked his mouth, as promised.
    Behind her, Melanie reached around, letting her small hands close over Erin’s breasts. She glanced down with a rough sigh. Saw her own nipples, taut and hard, jutting between her friend’s tapered fingers. Experienced a sensation of pure hedonism, as if she were indulging in a mini-Roman orgy right here in Caesars Palace. But then her eyes dropped—to Carter’s.
    So green. Boring into her. Situated just above her parted flesh—the vision so forbidden and wild.
    “Oh God,” she said, their gazes connecting as hot waves of pleasure broke over her without warning—crashing, crashing—making it all she could do to hold on to the headboard and not collapse. “Oh God!” She let her eyes fall shut, unable to keep watching Carter licking her as she came—it was too personal, too intimate.
    You thought sex with him wouldn’t be personal?
    She shoved the question aside and soaked up the last of the pulsations just before her body began to feel limp and exhausted, urging her to   lean back from his face.
    Oh Lord, his mouth, chin and jaw were so wet. With her. She pulled in her breath, still meeting his eyes.
    “Kiss me, Erin. Kiss me again.”
    Those deep emerald eyes beckoned, so she eased her body farther down his torso, finally bumping her ass against Melanie, who still rode his cock, who still caressed Erin’s breasts in her massaging hands. Now Melanie’s nipples stabbed into her shoulder blades and she found herself resting back against her friend’s feminine curves for a small, reckless moment of abandon, absorbing the attention to her breasts, feeling how sensual and erotic she must look to Carter this way. Given where she sat now, she could feel his pelvic thrusts, even though it was the woman behind her he fucked.
    Bending as Melanie continued caressing her sensitive mounds, she lowered slow, heated kisses to Carter’s chest, his neck, and then his mouth. Full tongue kisses, her hands in his hair, and she tasted herself, salty and strangely sweet. She found herself not particularly liking the taste but kissing him harder because it was so primal—it turned something inside her feral, almost animalistic.
    Melanie’s hands shifted from Erin’s breasts to her ass, but in some way, as she kissed Carter over and over, it was easy to imagine they were his hands, how he would touch her if he could.
    Too much emotion swirled around her—she felt too damn much. How was it possible? She’d been so careful, so sure that if she brought a third party into the mix and chained him up and made it into something totally outrageous that it would be impossible to view it—or to feel it—in any other way. Yet somehow, getting this close to him, sharing something so dirty with him, letting him see parts of her she hadn’t even known existed until this moment…made her feel tied to him now, intimately connected.
    She couldn’t even fight it—could only bask in it. She kept kissing him, letting Melanie run those soft fingers over her body, and she realized that without meaning to, she was rubbing her pussy against his belly, seeking more attention there, needing more stimulation, whether she liked it or not.
    “Oh…oh yeah,” Melanie said, low and deeply aroused. She kneaded Erin’s ass now, her thighs creating friction at the back of Erin’s, and with every