Night with Sole Regret

SHARE ME VIII

“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 p***y 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 n****e and continued to thread the rope’s end through more loops. When the rope passed over her other n****e, 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 n****e. 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 n*****s until her back arched involuntarily. She pulled against her bindings for a moment before going slack. The pleasure radiating out from her n*****s coursed in all directions, following the paths of the ropes, blossoming between them. She was near o****m 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 p***y 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 p***y clenched with a less than satisfying o****m.

"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 n*****s and ass," Kellen told her. He showed her that the slightest movement of her lower arms simultaneously rubbed the knotted ropes against her tender n*****s 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 o****m was teasing her p***y. Oh God, she was going to explode. She needed f****d and badly. "Please f**k 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 p***y with hunger in his dark eyes. Oh God. She rubbed the knots against her n*****s 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 p***y. 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 s*x against his face, but she was helpless to move.

“I need f****d,” 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 p***y—in and out—with a slow, maddening rhythm. It made her want to be filled with a big, thick c**k, but kept o****m just out of reach.

Owen claimed her mouth again. “Concentrate on me,” he said against her mouth. “I’ll f**k 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 n*****s 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 p***y. 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 o****m 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 f**k’s sake, Kelly, give her one,” Owen said as he stroked her heated cheeks with cool fingertips. “s**t, 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 f**k 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 p***y clenched at devastating emptiness. Oh how she wanted filled. Wanted it even more than the intense o****m turning her into a writhing, bucking creature of instinct. Perhaps the build-up and withhold o****m 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. s*x 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 f*****g 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 p***y I’ve ever tasted and I’m going to take my time making it cream for me again.”