will see to your pleasure.”
Peter began to move, and Sean thrust forcibly into her mouth on Peter’s backward movement. Jillian found the rhythm but wanted to grab onto somebody just to ground herself. She tentatively reached out for Sean’s upper thighs, and he immediately stopped, pulling from her mouth and leaving her strangely bereft. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out another velvet tie. Without comment, he secured her hands at her back then bent to stare into her face.
“How are you going to get yourself off now, babe, if we needed an extra hand?” he asked. “You needed to trust us with your balance and your pleasure. Now it’s just about us. So do the job well and there won’t be a penalty for disobeying.”
Jillian felt mutinous and opened her mouth to challenge him. Sean took the opportunity to push inside again, and Jillian felt Peter set the pace. She liked the sensation of pleasuring them both at the same time, especially when Peter gently twisted the butt plug and it stimulated her further where his cock pressed against it through the thin membrane separating the two unyielding objects. Sean tasted fine, and she reveled in the power she felt over him as he wound his hands into her hair to keep his strokes from faltering as he crept closer to climax. Mindful of the penalty she might face, Jillian concentrated on getting him off and tried to avoid reaching for her own release, courtesy of Peter’s talented movements, lest it break her focus. Sean broke first instead, against the back of her throat, and she frantically swallowed against him, relishing his groans, loving the way his face drew taut and his eyes went black. She delicately lapped him clean as he withdrew, savoring his taste. Peter picked up the pace, and Sean reached down to pinch and twist both of her nipples. The unexpected sharp pain pulsed down to her pussy, and Jillian came suddenly, if not with the intensity of her previous orgasms, and closed her eyes to better enjoy it. Peter jerked in concert, and she felt him begin to soften within her.
Sean brooded above, pulling her off of Peter and laying her on her side, grasping the plug to pull it partway out and then reinsert it several times. Jillian gasped at the motion and wondered at the connection to her throbbing clit.
“I can’t wait to take you there, babe. You’ll be moving up to a bigger plug this afternoon,” he stated.
Jillian protested, and he stopped her words with another mind-blowing kiss. Peter disposed of the condom and surveyed them both.
“Who’s up for Scrabble?” he asked. “Largest number of points gets to choose the next group activity. Oh, and Jillian, leave the plug in for a bit. You need to be stretched.”
Jillian choked back her groan both at the thought of leaving the butt plug in and also at the idea of a board game but then felt her lips twitch into a sly smile. They were so going down. She was an ace at Scrabble and could beat anyone she knew. She idly wondered if watching her two men get it on would do it for her, or if it was enough to just put them through her paces for a change. She managed not to rub her hands together, just moved past Sean and made her way into the bathroom to freshen up and prepare to take charge.
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Once Jillian disappeared from view and he could tear his gaze from the butt plug nestled in the crack of her ass, Sean stared at Peter. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” he asked. “As far as I’m concerned, spell-check is the best thing ever, and if memory serves, you aren’t that far behind in its use! Jillian is going to kick our collective ass.”
Peter shook his head and replied, “We both read everything and have a good command of the English language. And who said spelling counts? I’m sure we can tag team our woman, Sean, or maybe you’re already whipped.”
Sean punched Peter in the shoulder at his remark then surprised the hell out of both of them with his response. “I am
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