Between a Rock and a Hard Place (46 page)

Tommy raised his brow, impatiently waiting for her to discard her clothing.

She contemplated the game at hand, still unsure whether or not to continue.  It had been a life-changing month.  Why the hell not?

She slipped her top over her head, discarded her bra and wiggled out of her jeans.  She stood with her shoulders back and projected her breasts outward.  “Do you like what you see?”

Tommy gazed at them and puckered his lips, but he didn’t attempt to taste them.

She cupped both breasts in her hands and pushed them upward to entice him.  When he still made no attempt to touch her, she placed his hand on her breast.

Angel was quick to swipe it away with the handle of the whip.  “She’s trying to weaken you.”

Something changed behind Tommy’s eyes and they hardened.  “Is that what you were trying to do?”

She stammered for an answer.  She didn’t know how to play this game.

“Get on the bed.”

She didn’t hesitate and waited on her knees in the middle of the fluffy king-sized bed.  Her heart was beating faster, full of nervous anticipation.

Tommy crawled in front of her while Angel came up behind her and tied the sash around her eyes.

She didn’t resist, but her knees were shaking.  She had never played a submissive role before.  There was a sense of mystery about being blindfolded, but she wasn’t sure if she liked it, or the helpless feeling that went with it.

Angel adjusted the sash over her eyes to make sure they were fully covered.  “Turn around and lie down.”

She obeyed.  If it got out of hand, she would tell them to stop, and she knew they would.

Face down on the pillow, her arms were pulled up and secured to the headboard, loosely tied with another satin sash.  “What are you going to do to me?”  She wished she didn’t ask and she wished she didn’t seem so nervous, but it sounded like part of the game.

Something tickled her back.  It was rather soft and made little flicking noises.  She realized it was the flogger and stiffened as she waited for a harsh blow.

“Are you ready to take your punishment?”  Angel asked.

She held her breath, clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut.  It was silly that she closed her eyes, since she was already blindfolded, but she was so nervous she didn’t know what she was doing.  Despite being wary and anxious, she was tingling all over and felt a trickle of wetness between her legs.  She wanted to play.

“Answer him,” Tommy said.

She gulped.  “Y-yeah.”

“Louder.”

“Yes!”  She tightened her muscles and waited.  The first strike was a quick, stinging flash across her buttocks.  It wasn’t very hard, but it still took her breath away, and there was a tinge of excitement behind the tiny burn.  The second strike was stronger, but it was more arousing than the first.  The third stung like an electric shock and she gasped.  A sharp jolt reverberated through to her groin.  Again there was a pause, and she silently wished for the next blow, wondering what it held.  Dare she ask for it?  It came before she had the chance.  Like a razor, it sliced across her bare skin.  White light flashed behind the darkness of the mask and tiny spots floated in the blackness.  Her buttocks were red hot and that heat pulsated deep between her legs.  Her whimper wasn’t from pain.  It begged for release.

Tommy’s calloused fingertips gently caressed a line across her butt.  His lips and tongue followed the same path.  He spread her cheeks and his tongue explored the crevice.  She arched her back, aching for his tongue to move lower, but it lingered just out of reach.

His tongue was gone and she moaned for its return.  The cat o’ nine tails tickled her in dangerous places, then cut across her stinging flesh once more.  It was a quick and unexpected sharp blaze of pain that cut through her and made her body shudder to near orgasm.  Tommy and Angel were talking to each other, but they sounded a million miles away or underwater.  The haze cleared her head as quickly as it came.

Angel’s hands were on her body, rubbing her buttocks.  She easily recognized their individual touch.  Although the tips of Angel’s fingers were softer and uncalloused from the guitar, his touch was harder than Tommy’s.

Angel put his lips to her left butt cheek while his hand cupped the other.  “I’m sorry, sweetheart.  I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She smiled behind the veil of darkness.  It was just like Angel to show concern and tenderness while attempting to administer a flogging.  “It’s OK.  I . . . enjoyed it.”

Tommy pulled the blindfold from her eyes and untied her hands, but Angel still caressed her butt while she remained face down.  He opened her cheeks slightly and his thumb gently probed her anus.

She froze.

His thumb never entered, only teased her with soft pressure, then a warm gust of breath blew between her on her bottom.

She waited for his next action, while her heart thumped into the mattress.  Seconds ticked by, but the only thing she felt were his hands holding her cheeks apart.  She slowly raised herself onto one elbow so she could look back over her shoulder.

Angel was staring down at her ass with a tiny smile.  Tommy was next to her, equally puzzled and they both waited for Angel’s next move.

Angel realized he was being watched.  Self-conscious, he withdrew his hands.

She rolled onto her side and looked at him, still questioning his actions.

His sheepish smile was adorable.  He shrugged one shoulder and lowered his eyes.  “I was just thinking about the time me and Tommy .  .  .”

“You want to double team my wife?”  Tommy’s eyes were wide and hungry.

Angel looked at him with his sexy crooked smile, and nodded.

Her lower half melted and oozed, but warning bells sounded inside her head.  She didn’t need the onslaught of conflicting emotions.  She didn’t want the slug fest that went on between her heart and head.  They were finally at peace.

Angel glanced at her before returning his gaze back to Tommy.  “Her ass is tight and you were right there next to me.  Our bodies touched and our balls collided with each other.  It was a new experience.  It was exciting.”

They both looked to her for her approval, but her head was spinning.  “Why didn’t you ever want to do it again?  Why now?  It took me a long time to accept that we would never have a sexual relationship.  I don’t need to stir up that mess again.”

“I don’t know, probably because of what you just said.  I didn’t want you to think it meant more than it does.  I wouldn’t mind doing it once in a while.  But I don’t want to do anything more than that.  I guess I didn’t want you to misconstrue my intent.  It was fun.  It was exciting.  Tommy was directly involved.  I got off.  I wish his ass was as tight as yours.”

She tried to comprehend the enormity of his proposal.  This was what she wanted all along.  She knew he would never change or compromise his sexuality.  She only wanted more of a physical relationship with him, but could she handle the limitations it posed?

They both waited for her to answer or at least utter a word in response, but her mind was rolling over the last few months.  The sheer velocity of it was astounding.  Her hesitation abated as she realized, yes, she could handle uncomplicated no-strings attached anal sex on a once-in-a-while basis with Angel.  There were no implications.  The ground rules were set and they were crystal clear.  She welcomed the idea, not only because it involved intimacy with Angel, but because Tommy would also be part of it.  It was the ultimate act of love making.

She nodded her consent because her throat wouldn’t let the words escape.

Tommy ran his hand over her thigh.  “Are you sure?  I don’t want you to do something you’re not ready for.”

The laughter bubbled out of her mouth.  “You just let Angel whip my ass red. 
Now
you’re worried about what I can handle?” She knew he meant emotionally, not physically, and her demeanor turned serious.  “Yes.  I’m comfortable with it.  And I’m looking forward to it.”

Tommy crawled on top of her.  “I’m going to fuck you from the front while Angel takes you from the back, and we’re going to rip you apart.”

Her adrenaline soared at his aggressive words.  It was new and exhilarating.  Her heart was racing.

Angel lay down beside them and put his lips to Tommy’s shoulder.  She watched as they kissed and their intertwined tongues made a beautiful appearance every few seconds.  She grabbed Tommy’s chin, pulled it toward her and stole the kiss.  She teased Angel by drawing her lips back so he could see her tongue twisting with Tommy’s.  He promptly reclaimed Tommy’s lips, and she smiled at his playfulness.  This was their game, fighting over Tommy’s mouth and his body, and they both played it with great amusement.

Tommy’s lips went to her breast.  She clenched his hair in her fist and pressed his mouth into her, while she found the back of Angel’s neck and drew him in for a kiss.  Tiny bolts of electricity, from where Tommy drank at her breast and surges of heat from Angel’s tongue on her lips, shot through her body.  She wrapped her legs around Tommy’s waist and pushed her hips upwards as she rubbed herself against his hard erection.  She wanted him inside her.  She wanted them
both
inside her.

“Let’s do it,” she whispered.

Tommy rolled off her and she straddled him, impatient to start.

Angel’s hands were around her waist, pushing and pulling her into position so she was on her elbows and knees, but still face to face straddling Tommy.  She rotated her hips upward and offered herself to Angel.

He knelt between her legs and spread her cheeks apart.  “You’re pink, just like Tommy.”

Somewhat surprised at his interest in her anatomy, and the comparison, she exchanged a wide-eyed glance with Tommy.  She arched her back and popped her butt a little higher in the air, encouraging deeper exploration, and watched him over her shoulder.

Angel hesitated for a second, then licked his lips and moved his mouth closer.  His warm thick tongue touched her butt for a brief second, and then he pulled it away.  He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, while he contemplated her flavor.  He had an intense look of interest on his face.  He leaned his head down again and tickled her with his tongue.

Even though his mouth remained exclusively on her back end, a tingle shot down to her pussy and threatened to push her over the edge.  She didn’t want to scare him off with an orgasm, so she fought it.  She clenched her teeth together, closed her eyes and buried her face in Tommy’s chest.

Then Angel’s mouth was gone.

The bed rocked as he stepped off and back on, with a bottle of lube in his hand.

She leaned forward, ready for Angel to be inside her.  She longed for the physical contact and had to remind herself not to get emotionally invested.  Her eyes were locked on Tommy’s as Angel placed a few drops of lube on her bottom.  He circled the rim with his thumb and gave it slight pressure.  She took a deep breath and held it as the tip of his thumb slipped inside.  He wiggled it inside her body, opening the tight entrance.  He removed his thumb and a well-oiled finger inched its way inside.  It was thick and it stung as her body stretched to accommodate it.  He gently glided his finger in and out while she panted to accept the pain and pressure.  Slowly, she calmed and the discomfort became bearable.  She held her breath as Angel tested the elasticity of her body with another finger.  She grunted and winced at the rush of pressure, but Tommy’s fingers caressed the back of her neck and she relaxed.

She was still straddled on her hands and knees on top of Tommy, and he watched her with concern to make sure she was OK.  His lips caressed her shoulder, soothing her anxiety.  She began to enjoy the manipulation in her bottom, as Angel prodded his fingers inside her.  Tommy’s lips were on her neck, offering an ample amount of pleasure to the upper half of her body.

Angel stretched her wide enough to accommodate another lubricated finger.  She had to bite her lip to stop from crying out and had to remind herself to relax.  She maintained eye contact with Tommy and found comfort in his eyes.

When her breathing stabilized Angel tried to add a fourth finger, but her loud gasps stopped him.  She would have taken it, though.  She would have taken his entire fist if he chose to use it.

More rustling of the sheets and Angel removed his hand and patted her bottom.  “You’re ready.”

“Not like this,” Tommy said.  “I got a better position.”

He crawled off the bed and pulled her to him.  He placed her arms around his neck so she could hold on while he lifted her up.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and hung onto him.  He supported her with one hand under her butt while the other hand moved his cock in position.  She loosened her grip on his neck so her weight bore down on him, and his cock glided inside her with ease.

Angel came behind her, leaned over her shoulder and kissed Tommy.  She watched their mouths, twisting into each other while she gyrated her hips and bounced in Tommy’s arms.  Her clit scraped against his pelvic bone and his cock pulled at her insides.  Again she had to fight the orgasm that wanted to overtake her body.

Tommy held her butt in his hands and spread her cheeks while Angel coated her bottom with a generous amount of lubrication.  He slid inside with little resistance and minimal pain.  Still, she wheezed and panted at the sensation of both holes stuffed to capacity.  She let out a loud moan.  It was overwhelming, almost too much to handle.  It was an overload of pleasure as they both pressed themselves inside her.