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Chapter Eight

Lindsey had surely died and gone to heaven. Not only was she half naked in the arms of one Owen Mitchell, Kellen Jamison had just entered the room and was looking at her as if she was his Thanksgiving feast. It was sweet of Owen to try to make her feel comfortable with whatever was about to happen between them, but he honestly didn't have to. She had been serious about him being at the top of her fuck-it list. And Kellen really had always been second, but now that they were all together in the bedroom of their tour bus, she realized how shortsighted she'd been. Both of them at once. That was the true pinnacle of sexual delight. Would she survive the mere thought of being with them both? Even if Kellen did have an unusual way of thinking about sex, she was more than willing to see what his ritual entailed.

"I thought you'd be farther along by now," Kellen said. He moved to stand behind Lindsey. When the cool skin of his hard chest pressed against her bare back, she didn't bother stifling her moan of bliss. Sandwiched between the two hottest men she'd ever dared fantasize about, Lindsey was sure she really had died and gone to heaven.

Kellen's hands moved between Lindsey's belly and Owen's. He stroked her skin with long, strong fingers. The same fingers he used to make six-strings sing made her skin tingle with excitement. Owen's hands slid over her back with equal care.

Kellen's hands cupped her breasts and she shuddered. "Beautiful," he whispered. "I can't wait to create art with your body."

"Hmm?" she murmured.

Kellen and Owen moved away at the same instant and she had to take a step to keep from sliding to the floor.

"Take your pants off for us, Lindsey," Kellen said.

Without the slightest hesitation, she unfastened her jeans and slid them off. Struggling to remove her boots and socks while standing, she decided she must be quite a turn-off at the moment as she gracelessly got naked.

"She has the perfect shape for this," Owen said.

"I could tell from the start," Kellen said.

She stood before them in her bra and panties and fought the urge to cover herself. They were both assessing her with keen scrutiny.

"Diamond weave?" Owen asked Kellen.

"Except for her breasts and her ass. We're going to cage them."

"What are you talking about?" Lindsey asked.

"You said you were okay with being tied," Kellen said. "You haven't changed your mind have you?"

She glanced at Owen, who was smiling at her warmly, and then turned to look at Kellen, who was far more intense. He was almost animalistic in the way he looked at her. "No, I haven't changed my mind."

"It won't hurt," Owen said.

"I'm not afraid." A bit confused, yes. Hornier than a desert toad, yes. But not afraid. "Should I take off my underwear?" she asked. Though her thighs were quaking at the thought of being entirely naked, entirely exposed before two men she idolized, her voice was surprisingly steady.

"Owen will take care of that for you," Kellen said. "Get the oil," he said to Owen.

"Which one?"

Kellen surprised her by surrounding her in and embrace, which was now quite warm. He inhaled deeply. "Honeysuckle," he said. "You smell amazing," he whispered to her as Owen started rattling around in a cabinet on the other side of the room. "I can't wait to taste your cum."

Lindsey shuddered at the thought of this man with his head between her thighs. She wanted to fist his long, silky hair in both hands and rock her pussy against his face. And she wanted Owen to thrust into her mouth so she could suck him while Kellen ate her out. She wasn't sure if they were up for suggestions, so she just clung to the thought and Kellen's hard chest until Owen returned and unfastened her bra with a practiced flick.

Lindsey moaned as Owen's hands reached around her and began to rub oil into the skin of her belly. He started the sensitive flesh just above the waistband of her panties and worked his way up, fingers rubbing in small circles, thumbs massaging more deeply into her flesh. An instant later Kellen dumped some of the sweet smelling oil on his hands and standing before her reached around her to rub the oil into the flesh of her lower back. They worked their way upward—both thorough, both meticulous, both gentle in their muscle-loosening technique. Owen took two more handfuls of oil and covered her breasts, massaging them in slow circles. She was tempted to lean back against his chest, but Kellen's hands were working her back just beneath her shoulder blades and she didn't want to interrupt the duel assault on her senses. She couldn't even open her eyes to look at the magnificent specimen of a man before her. She could only concentrate on the sensation of their hands turning her muscles into delighted pools of relaxation.

"She has beautiful breasts," Owen whispered. His breath stirred her hair and though his body wasn't pressed against her back, she could feel the warmth of his skin behind her.

"They are beautiful," Kellen said. "Every inch of her is beautiful."

Lindsey wanted to deny it. She'd been carrying around a few extra pounds recently and felt decidedly plump most days.

"The give of her flesh will look beautiful in your ropes," Owen said.

So they had noticed she wasn't rail thin.

"I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

Owen's hands slipped under the curves of her breasts and lifted them. "We're going to have to devise a way to keep these pretty pink nipples hard."

Something warm and wet slid over the surface of one straining tip of her breast. Lindsey's eyes flipped open and her mouth dropped open in wonder. She glanced down to find Kellen licking her nipple as if trying to capture the last bit of pudding at the bottom of a parfait glass.

Owen caressed her breast.

Kellen rubbed his lips over its tip.

Oh God.

She lifted her arms and threaded her fingers through Kellen’s shoulder length hair. It felt like silk against her fingers.

He tilted his head so he could look up at her while his tongue laved her tender nipple. His eyes were so dark, they were almost black in this lighting. His stare drew her in until she couldn't tear her gaze away.

"We definitely need to keep them hard," Kellen said. “So pretty when they’re hard.” He flicked her other nipple with his tongue and her entire body jerked. "We'll have to set up the rings."

She had no idea what he meant, but rings, ropes, whatever. She wanted every experience these two could offer her body.

Kellen gave her nipple a sharp nip with his teeth before kneeling before her on the floor. After collecting more oil from the bottle on the dresser, he began to massage it into her thighs. His forehead rested against her lower belly and he inhaled deeply through his nose. "God, baby, I can already smell your excitement." He nudged her thighs farther apart, hands working oil into the insides of her legs.

“Do you want me?” Kellen asked.

“Yes.”

“And Owen?”

“Yes. Both of you.”

“Are you wet?”

“Oh yes,” she whispered, her pussy quaking with excitement.

“I bet you’re sweet,” he whispered. “Are you sweet, Lindsey? Have you ever tasted yourself?”

"You can't taste her until she's ready," Owen interrupted.

"That's why I asked you to prepare her for me, Owen," he said. "What were you doing while I was out untying Shade."

"Talking."

Kellen snorted. "Figures."

"I'm ready," Lindsey insisted. Staring down at the top of Kellen's head, his breath hot against her lower belly, his shoulders broad and bronzed and decorated with colorful tattoos that extended down both arms in beautiful sleeves, Lindsey was more than ready. Her juices had already saturated her panties and were wetting her thighs.

"Not even," Kellen said. "But we'll work quickly."

Owen massaged oil into her neck and shoulders. She wasn't sure how she was still standing. He shifted her back to rest against him while he massaged her arms and as Kellen, who was kneeling at her feet, rubbed oil into her lower legs. He continued to inhale deeply and released hot gasping breaths that penetrated her panties. Lord, just that sensation was enough to send her spiraling into nirvana.

"Maybe I should work the bottom half, bro. I think you're about to lose control."

"Lindsey," Kellen said calmly. "Go lie on the bed."

Owen released the hand he was massaging so thoroughly and stepped away. Lindsey didn't even consider questioning Kellen, much less disobeying.

"Remove all the bedding except the fitted sheet," Kellen added. "Wait for us."

She did what he instructed, tossing the powder blue covers on the floor. She spread out on the bed and watched Kellen and Owen explore a tall stack of drawers that were built into one wall. "Blue?" Kellen said as he pulled open a drawer. “Like her eyes?”

Owen pushed the drawer shut. "It's Christmas Eve. Let's do something more festive tonight."

"Red and green?"

He nodded. "And gold."

Kellen glanced over his shoulder at Lindsey. "She'll look spectacular in gold."

She didn't know if she should thank them for the complement, since she wasn't sure why they were discussing colors. Kellen pulled out several lengths of green and red colored rope and dropped them on the mattress next to Lindsey.

"This is your last opportunity to back out, Lindsey," Kellen said.

Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Owen who was rolling his eyes at Kellen. She was pretty sure he mouthed, Mr. Drama. She remembered Owen telling her that Kellen would stop if she asked. He was just trying to add a certain edge to her experience.

"I don't want to back out," she said. "I can't wait to find out what you're going to do to me."

They got to work. They started by forming a mesh out of the red ropes, tying knots to form a circular pattern that very much reminded Lindsey of a dream catcher, with quarter-sized hole at the center. She had no idea what they planned to do with it until Kellen fit it over her left breast and carefully tightened it so that she’d never been more conscious of her own breast. Her skin was divided into diamond shaped sections by the ropes. Her nipple protruded through the hole in the center of the design. Owen lowered his head to flick his tongue over her nipple. It pebbled beneath his attention as pleasure radiated out in all directions. Kellen cinched the ropes tighter.

Her breath exploded from her lungs as her breast experienced a million simultaneous sensations, centered on the tongue flicking against its tip.

"Owen," she groaned.

He lifted his head and grinned at her. "There's more."

Soon Kellen had both of her breasts bound in the ropes and Owen had both of her nipples straining for attention.

They paused to admire her body. "Lovely," Kellen said breathlessly. "Arms to sides. I don't want them to block my view of her gorgeous tits."

Lindsey was eased into sitting position. Her arms were soon securely fastened from shoulder to elbow against her sides. The tension of the rope was all concentrated at the center of her lower back as another length of rope was stretched across her shoulders. They'd tied golden rings into the rope every few inches along both sides. She glanced up at the ceiling looking for hooks. “What are the rings for?”

"We aren't going to use them to suspend you," Kellen said. "You'll see what they're for soon."

They eased her onto her back again and even though her hands and legs were free, she wouldn't have been able to fight them off if she needed to. Something about being so utterly defenseless was exciting and terrifying at the same time. Her heart rate had doubled and she couldn’t seem to find enough air. She fought the sensation of suffocation as the room seemed to shrink and the ceiling closed in on her.

"Are you okay?" Owen asked. He leaned into her line of sight and brushed her hair from her hot cheeks. The walls receded again as her attention diverted to Owen’s concerned eyes. "If you have a panic attack we can cut you free in an instant."

"And mess up all the beautiful knots you've tied?" She smiled, forcing herself not to pant too excessively. She honestly didn't want them to stop. She liked the way the ropes pressed into her skin. They made her aware of her body. She loved it. Being confined was sort of a head trip, but she would endure.

Kellen's hands on the top elastic of her panties caused her legs to reflexively close.

"If you close your thighs to me, I'm going to spank you," Kellen said.

She was tempted to push him and squeeze her thighs together so that he would spank her, but her thighs had other ideas and immediately went slack. He slowly tugged her panties down her thighs and tossed them aside. Kellen worked on her left leg, and Owen carefully mirrored Kellen’s collection of knots on her right. They bound her legs so that they were bent at the knee and hip—slightly more severe than fetal position. They worked hard to stretch her into a position she didn't know she was capable of attaining. They massaged her muscles and flexed and straightened her joints until it didn't pull painfully to have her legs bound with her heels against the backs of her thighs and her legs wide open. She did feel incredibly exposed as there was no way she could possibly close her legs even an inch.

The pair of gorgeous men stepped away and she struggled to keep her trembling muscles from collapsing.

"Let the ropes hold you, Lindsey," Kellen said gently. "Don't fight them."

"Think of it like a hammock," Owen suggested.

She didn't fight the ropes for long because she didn't have the strength to do so. As soon as she went slack, the ropes supported her weight entirely and she suddenly wished all those rings they had worked into their design would be used to suspend her. She also wished there was a mirror on the ceiling so she could see what she appeared from their vantage point. Lindsey had never felt more beautiful—as if her body was a cherished work of art. She wanted to be put on display. Her limbs felt wonderfully supported by the ropes as if they were holding her in a comforting embrace. In a cocoon of pleasure and pressure, her muscles had been stretched to their limits as if she were doing some rope-assisted yoga. There was only the slightest hint of ache in her muscles.

"I feel..." She sucked a rapturous breath into her lungs. "Amazing."

Kellen smiled. She wasn't sure if she'd seen him smile before. Owen constantly smiled, but Kellen seemed to reserve them for special occasions.

“We’re going to turn you over. Owen won’t let you fall.” With her face in Owen’s lap, her knees in the mattress and her rear end pointing up to the ceiling, she was treated to the most sensual massage of her life. Kellen’s huge hands squeezed the globes of her ass until her back entrance was quivering and she was whimpering to be entered.

“Oh,” she whispered desperately.

“Try something from Gabe’s stash,” Owen said.

She rubbed her face over his lap, wishing he’d removed his pants so she could take him into her mouth. She hadn’t known what to expect when tied, but being rendered helpless made her want to please this man. And that man. Both men. Yet she couldn’t. She just had to wait until they did with her as they wanted.

Kellen moved from the bed.

“Owen,” she whispered. “Let me suck your cock.”

He stroked her hair. “I can’t let it out yet. I have a long while to wait before I get my turn.”

“You don’t have to wait,” she assured him.

Something cold and slippery popped into her ass. Her core clenched at the unexpected intrusion and she shuddered in ecstasy. “Oh!”

She couldn’t see what Kellen was doing, but she felt the ropes slide and press against the skin of her rump. Whatever he’d put inside her ass was driving her crazy with need.

“Are you almost finished?” she whispered. “I’m on fire.”

“God, your ass looks amazing,” Owen said. He released his hold on her upper body and she struggled not to tip to the side. He grabbed her ass in both hands and rubbed her cheeks together, making her acutely aware of all the ropes pressing into her skin and pulling at that amazing object in her ass. It only penetrated her an inch, but the shape of it aroused her like nothing in her experience. The way it teased her tight hole made her pussy spasm with unfulfilled need.

"Now for Kelly's added touch," Owen whispered. He sounded oddly proud of his friend.

They turned Lindsey onto her back again and Owen slid away since the ropes easily held her body in a stable position when she was face up. Kellen took a rope of gold satin and tied a knot in it. He then slid one end of the rope through the collection of rings that were projecting upward around the periphery of her torso. He centered the knot directly over her nipple and continued to thread the rope’s end through more loops. When the rope passed over her other nipple, he tied a second knot and continued threading rope through rings on the opposite side of her body. When he was finished, a bit of knotted rope rubbed against each nipple. It drove her nuts. He moved to kneel between her thighs and took one end of each rope in either hand and tugged them back and forth. The rope slid easily through the rings and rubbed those distracting knots against Lindsey’s straining nipples until her back arched involuntarily. She pulled against her bindings for a moment before going slack. The pleasure radiating out from her nipples coursed in all directions, following the paths of the ropes, blossoming between them. She was near orgasm already.

"Do you like anal pleasure, Lindsey?" Kellen asked. “Would you like a little tug on that plug I put in your ass? It has a loop I can thread the rope through.”

The only word that really registered was pleasure. And she wanted more of it. Her body begged for more. "Yes," she gasped.

She couldn't see what the hell Kellen was doing between her thighs, but she felt a tug at her ass as he threaded a rope through something down there too. Her pussy was swollen and achy and dripping. Her clit was so excited it was driving her mad. The tug inside her ass had her shuddering in unfulfilled spasms. They waited until she'd settled again before tugging each end of the rope near her hips, which pulled the plug inside her puckered hole just enough to drive her insane. Her pussy clenched with a less than satisfying orgasm.

"Oh please," she begged. She needed to come much harder than that to be satisfied.

"Almost, Lindsey," Kellen promised gently. "You're almost ready."

He carefully tied the free ends of the knotted ropes to each of her wrists, and then secured those at her hips as well.

"You're in charge of pleasuring your nipples and ass," Kellen told her. He showed her that the slightest movement of her lower arms simultaneously rubbed the knotted ropes against her tender nipples and tugged at the plug inside her quivering hole. She couldn’t stimulate one without pleasing the other, and she was perfectly okay with pleasing herself.

"Oh God," she gasped, getting the hang of the movement and moving her wrists in an alternating pattern to stimulate herself until another orgasm was teasing her pussy. Oh God, she was going to explode. She needed fucked and badly. "Please fuck me. Please. Please."

"I think you've outdone yourself this time, Kelly," Owen said.

They joined her on the bed. Owen at her head. Kellen down there. She lifted her head to look at Kelly. He was gazing down at her fully exposed pussy with hunger in his dark eyes. Oh God. She rubbed the knots against her nipples and tugged at her ass faster. She needed to come. Needed to come. Needed. Needed. Now. Oh. Could she come from this kind of stimulation? She was close. So close.

"I'm going to kiss your mouth to try to keep you from getting too loud," Owen said. “Okay?”

She nodded. Do whatever you want to me, she thought. Anything. Just do something. Owen leaned over her head to take her lips upside down in a long, leisurely kiss. He pulled away gently and whispered, "Kelly's going to make you come real soon. Don’t work so hard. Relax, honey."

She watched Kellen tie his long hair back with a leather tie. He stretched out on his belly between her wide open thighs, and then Owen blocked her view by kissing her again. Lord the man had a strong and sensual mouth. She wouldn’t mind him taking all that hot, achy flesh between her thighs in a kiss like this.

Warm breath stole across her swollen pussy. She shuddered and called out against Owen’s persistent lips. He kissed her more deeply, his tongue teasing hers. His fingers began to trace patterns on the bare flesh of her upper arms between the braids of rope.

A warm, soft tongue traced the empty opening between her thighs and she almost shoot straight of the mattress.

Owen trailed open mouthed kisses along her jaw. “Easy,” he whispered. “He’ll take your edge off soon.”

She whimpered when Kellen began to slowly and methodically trace her entrance with gentle swirls of his tongue. Her hips buckled. She fought the ropes holding her legs open, wanting so badly to press her heels into Kellen’s back and writhe her sex against his face, but she was helpless to move.

“I need fucked,” she said. “I need fucked.” She couldn’t believe the words were escaping her lips, nor how much she meant them.

“Kelly, have mercy on her,” Owen said.

Kellen’s little evil chuckle did nothing to ease her mind. His tongue brushed her clit and her entire body strained for release. She could feel his breath against her, but damned if he didn’t touch her to send her flying over the edge. He waited until her body relaxed before he tongued her clenching pussy—in and out—with a slow, maddening rhythm. It made her want to be filled with a big, thick cock, but kept orgasm just out of reach.

Owen claimed her mouth again. “Concentrate on me,” he said against her mouth. “I’ll fuck you when he’s finished. It’s what you want isn’t it?”

“Y-yes. Please. Owen, I need it.”

“Shh, let him taste you. Do you feel good?”

She nodded, feeling as if she might burst into tears. She did feel good. Every inch of her flesh was aware. It was overwhelming for her to be so aware of her body. Not just her sensitive lips, clinging desperately to Owen’s as he continued to kiss her. Not just her nipples and ass which she continued to stimulate intermittently with tugs of the silken ropes in each hand. Not just the maddening things Kellen was doing to her pussy. Every inch of her was either aware of the ropes or lack of ropes. The braided cords were exerting enough pressure that she couldn’t ignore them. The never went away.

Kellen suckled her clit and she went taut, straining to come. God, she needed release, but he pulled away and waited until she went limp before lapping at her center again.

Okay, she was going to die if she didn’t have an orgasm soon. But she didn’t die. Kellen just continued to pull her closer to the edge and she was sure she’d breech it the next time. He showed her just how wrong she was. Owen kissed her leisurely until she became so distraught that she couldn’t catch her breath. He lifted his head to glare at his friend.

“For fuck’s sake, Kelly, give her one,” Owen said as he stroked her heated cheeks with cool fingertips. “Shit, dude, I think she’s having another panic attack.”

She heard Kellen’s deep voice from down below. “I’ll let her fly if you’re willing to wait until I can bring her up again before you fuck her.”

“I’ll wait. I’m fine.”

Kellen’s mouth latched onto Lindsey’s clit and he sucked, working his tongue against the sensitive bud until she sobbed, expecting him to pull away at the last moment. But he didn’t. This time. This time, he let her shatter.

Lindsey screamed as her body quaked with release. Her ass clenched at something small and solid; her pussy clenched at devastating emptiness. Oh how she wanted filled. Wanted it even more than the intense orgasm turning her into a writhing, bucking creature of instinct. Perhaps the build-up and withhold orgasm pattern Kellen had been using on her had been for the best. Even after the waves of release dissipated, her body continued to quake uncontrollably.

“Don’t cry,” Owen whispered to her, kissing the dampness on her cheeks.

She wasn’t sure why she was crying. It wasn’t sadness or fear or anger or frustration. It wasn’t even relief.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed brokenly. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“We can cut you loose if it’s too much,” he said, stroking her hair gently.

“Please don’t. I want to continue. I’m just…”

“Feeling things you never felt before,” Kellen said. “It’s okay. Sex is a deeply personal experience.” He grinned wickedly. “Even when it’s with a stranger it touches part of your spirit.”

Kellen massaged the insteps of her feet while she pulled herself together. She gulped for air and reminded herself to relax into the ropes. Fighting them only served to exhaust her, but they did cut into her flesh in a most delicious manner if she pulled against them just right.

Still above her head, Owen kept his face buried against her neck, holding her loosely just under her breasts.

“Okay,” she said, when she returned to Earth. “I’m good now.”

Kellen licked his lips. “I’m ready for more too. How are you, Owen?”

He groaned into Lindsey’s neck. “Hard as a fucking rock.”

“Hey, you said you were okay,” Kellen reminded him.

“I was until she came. Her facial expression totally did me in.”

Lindsey’s face flamed. Had she made a stupid O-face? In front of Owen Mitchell? How embarrassing.

“Take her high again,” Owen murmured against her neck. “Just, please hurry this time.”

Kellen released Lindsey’s feet and stretched out on his belly between her wide open thighs again. “You’re just going to have to suffer a while, buddy. This is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted and I’m going to take my time making it cream for me again.”

“If you don’t hurry,” Owen growled, “I’m going to kick your ass. I’ve waited long enough.”

Kellen chuckled at his misery.

“If you suck on my nipples, it will really get my juices flowing,” Lindsey whispered to Owen. She had no idea if it was true. She just really wanted that luscious mouth of his against her tender nipples. The knot on the rope just wasn’t cutting it any longer. Even though it flicked over them in a most distracting fashion, she was ready for a different sensation.

Owen inched lower. As his chest came into view, she couldn’t help but pull against her bindings so she could kiss the hard-muscled flesh before her. He nudged the knotted rope out of his way with his nose and latched onto her nipple, sucking hard. She caught the glinting barbell in his nipple between her teeth and tugged. He groaned.

“I shouldn’t have moved,” he said.

The glorious motion of Kellen’s tongue against Lindsey’s flesh halted as he lifted his head. “That’s not part of our ritual, Owen.”

“Your ritual,” Owen said. He sounded a tad testy.

Lindsey tilted her head back and gazed longingly at the hard ridge in Owen’s jeans. She could almost feel him inside her, rubbing her inner walls. Stretching her. Filling her.

She squirmed excitedly. Kellen latched onto her clit and sucked in rhythmic pulses. Was he intentionally matching the pull of Owen’s mouth on her nipple? The two were in perfect synchrony.

Lindsey was building again. She gasped and shuddered, fighting release this time. Not wanting to come when she was empty inside.

Kellen lifted his head. “She needs you to do your part now,” he said.

Owen moved in a flash. He bounded off the bed, shucked his jeans and was tearing open a condom before Lindsey could comprehend what was happening. Something metallic glinted just beneath the rim of Owen’s swollen cockhead. He carefully unrolled the condom down his length and moved to the end of the bed behind Kellen.

Lindsey lifted her head to try to track their motions, but it pulled a rope at her back uncomfortably so she closed her eyes and relished in the sensation pulled from her quivering flesh by Kellen’s skilled mouth. Without Owen to divide her attention, she was quickly overwhelmed with sensation, mewing in pleasure as another orgasm teased her with promise.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m coming again. I’m…”

Kellen moved aside and Owen took his place. He found her and slid deep with one hard thrust. Her eyes widened in surprise when she felt there was something inside her other than just flesh. Whatever that metallic bead near his cockhead had been felt amazing.

“What is that?” she asked.

“It’s pierced,” he said simply and then he slowly withdrew.

His modification rubbed down her front inner wall. He found a particularly sensitive spot a few inches inside her and she gasped brokenly as the piercing rubbed against it. A devilish smile lit Owen’s devastatingly handsome face and he thrust quick and shallow, rubbing that little spot inside her until she thought she’d go mad. When the first throes of another orgasm gripped her, he thrust deep and held. She stared up at him unable to comprehend what he was doing. When her breathing stilled somewhat, he pulled back to that special spot again and took her with rapid shallow strokes. Rubbing. Rubbing. Rubbing against that perfect spot.

“Oh God, that feels good.”

Owen grinned at her and thrust deep again. She realized he was just as bad as his friend, Kellen. Teasing her within an inch of a mind-blowing orgasm, yet withholding it from her at the last instant. She didn’t know rather to curse them or sing their praises.

The mattress beside her sagged as Kellen moved to kneel at her side. He was naked now, having shed his jeans. She watched him, in total awe of his masculine beauty. He seemed so at ease with his nudity. Even with his enormous, engorged cock fully exposed and standing proud and rigid before him. She’d never seen a man so perfectly put together. So silently powerful. So…

She groaned as Owen shifted his hips and the metal ball on the underside of his cock stroked her rear wall as he thrust into her slow and deep.

Lindsey cried out as an orgasm unfurled within her again. She hadn't thought she was capable of coming three times in one night, but dear Lord, she was coming and having Owen's thrusting cock inside her brought her the full satisfaction she craved at last.

"She's getting off hard with you," Kellen said as if commenting on something far less amazing than the pulsing pleasure shattering Lindsey with bliss.

"She's not screaming the way she did with you," Owen said, shifting his hips and grabbing the ropes at her shoulders so he could fuck her harder.

Lindsey was too incoherent to scream. She could scarcely breathe. He had to stop. She couldn't take it. “Please, stop. No more. No.”

"I think she's had enough," Kellen said, his fingers tracing the ropes that were digging into her upper arms. "Take it easy on her."

"S-sorry," she whispered. She wanted Owen to finish. Wanted him to take his pleasure while buried deep inside her, but she had reached her limit.

Owen slowed his thrusts and when she stopped shaking, he pulled free with a wet sound. As soon as he was free of her, she wanted him back. But he had already moved to kneel across from Kellen on her opposite side.

Kneeling across from each other on opposite sides of Lindsey’s body, the pair of men stared straight ahead, locked in each other's gazes. Kellen's eyes were dark brown and intense, Owen's brilliant blue and glazed. She wasn't sure what they were doing, but it was as if she was no longer in the room, much less bound between them.

Kellen's hand moved to encircle his cock. He stroked himself slowly from base to tip, working slick oil down his length. Owen stripped the condom off his cock and mimicked Kellen's motions on himself. His body tensed and his mouth fell open to emit gasps of pleasure. Lindsey watched them, partially puzzled, partially turned on by the perfect synchronicity they displayed as they stroked their cocks over her lower belly.

Owen's eyes drifted closed after a moment. Kellen smiled that wicked little smile of his and reached forward to take Owen's cock in his hand. Lindsey's gaze darted from their faces, to the action below, back to their faces. Owen shuddered in pleasure and shifted his hand from his cock to Kellen's.

They tugged at each other in unison. Eyes closed, Owen was twitching uncontrollably at Kellen's hand. Kellen watched him gauging his reaction. His hand moved faster. Faster. Skimming over Owen’s flesh with practiced eased.

Owen fell forward and Kellen caught him against his shoulder still stroking him, his long strong fingers rubbing over the piercing in Owen's cock with each tug.

Lindsey had never seen two guys stroke each other's cocks before. She wasn't sure why it had her so hot and bothered. She was lying to herself. Watching them got off on each other was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever seen in her life, even if she did feel like an intruder in her own threesome.

"Kelly," Owen whispered. "Can I come? Let me come. Kelly?"

"I'm not ready yet."

Owen began to stroke Kellen more persistently, paying extra attention to the head of Kellen's cock.

"I can't, oh God, I can't," Owen panted. “Please hurry.”

Lindsey's eyes widened as Owen rubbed his open mouth across Kellen's shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut. She felt the first pulse of hot cum strike her belly. It wasn't Owen's, it was Kellen's.

She couldn't see Kellen's expression, but she could see Owen's and as he let go, his face contorted in bliss, she was seriously cursing herself for encouraging him to stop fucking her because she was certainly in need of more now.

Owen rubbed his open mouth over Kellen's shoulder in absolute rapture. He was the sexiest thing she’d ever witnessed in her life. After a moment, Owen lifted his head and gazed up at Kellen with questioning eyes. "Was that okay?" he asked.

Kellen lifted both hands to cup Owen's face. "That was perfect. Thank you." He dropped a gentle kiss at the corner of Owen's mouth and again they stared at each other as if Lindsey had left the planet.

"Let's bring her down slowly."

Owen smiled and nodded.

Was she supposed to believe they'd just jacked each other off all over her belly for her benefit?

Kellen's strong fingers played over the flesh on one side of her body, while Owen worked the other. They started by massaging their combined fluids into her skin. She'd watched them, trembling, wondering what part she had really played in the act that was obviously something more between them and less about her. She wasn't sure how she felt about being included in something like this. Oh, sure, she'd had an amazing sexual experience, but if the two of them were attracted to each other, why bother bringing a woman into the mix at all?

"I didn't realize you two were lovers when I agreed to this," Lindsey said as Kellen released one of her legs and slowly unwound the rope from around her thigh. He paused and looked at her as if she was a raving lunatic.

"What do you mean?"

"You and Owen. You obviously have a thing for each other."

Both men laughed. "It's not like that," Owen said. "It's part of Kelly's ritual."

It's Kellen's way of taking advantage of you, Lindsey thought. She winced as her left leg was slowly extended and Kellen's deft fingers began to massage its length. She hadn't realized that an uncomfortable ache had built in her hips until both legs were straightened and both men were kneading her muscles until she began to relax.

"It's cool,” Lindsey said. “Watching you get each other off was hot and all. I just wasn't expecting it."

Kellen didn't comment, but Owen seemed a bit disturbed. His handsome face twisted in confusion and he glanced up at Kellen. "When did we start touching each other in the ritual? We didn’t used to do that."

Kellen grinned. "A few months ago. It feels better that way, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but she's right. It's kind of gay."

Kellen laughed. "What are you talking about? We both know we're not sexually attracted to each other," Kellen said. When Owen was looking the other way he sneaked a glance at him as if he wondered if Owen was buying it.

"You do know how to get me off hard," Owen said. "I completely forget where I am and lose track of what's going on. It's almost like really intense masturbation, since I have a cock in my hand. It's just not my own."

Lindsey chuckled. The guy was so cute. No wonder Kellen manipulated him into being his unsuspecting toy.

"I don't think I can find my connection without you anymore, Owen." Kellen stared at him reflectively and Owen grinned.

"Don't worry," Owen said. "I'll help you out until you find your perfect woman."

Kellen's smile was genuine this time. None of that usual wickedness in him backed it. "Thanks."

"I'll be your perfect woman," Lindsey offered.

"You were great Lindsey," Owen said, "but he has this crazy idea that he’ll know his soul mate the instant he meets her. Ridiculous idea, huh?"

“Kind of romantic,” Lindsey said.

"You're not supposed to share that with people, remember?" Kellen said.

They were unwinding the ropes around her torso now. Every inch of her body was massaged as they released her bounds one at a time.

Owen shrugged. "She's seen you stroke your best friend's cock until he came so hard he saw stars. I don't think much of what you share with her at this point is going to phase her."

"You came that hard, did you?" Kellen said, his lips twisted in that wicked grin of his again.

"Can't help it. You have strong hands."

"Kellen came way harder than you did, Owen,” Lindsey said. “I think he bruised my belly with the force behind his load."

Owen chuckled. "I did my best to help him get off."

“We rushed it a bit,” Kellen commented. “You were over-excited.” He caressed Lindsey’s breasts gently as they were freed from their bounds. “Which got me overexcited. I’m not sure if she was completely satisfied.”

She couldn’t lie, even if it did mean she might have more in store for her. “I was more than satisfied. And it feels absolutely amazing to be touched like this after having been confined,” she said quietly. She liked it almost as much as the mind blowing orgasm she was still relishing.

“You’ll sleep very well,” Kellen promised.

“I am sleepy now,” she admitted.

She felt the weariness to her very bones.

And despite her best intentions, her eyes drifted closed.