“How do you want it, Evangeline? Soft and slow or fast and rough?” Manuel asked, stilling his motions.
It was hard to form a coherent thought much less put it into words.
“Soft and slow with your hand. Hard and rough with the . . .” she choked, unsure of what he was using exactly.
Manuel chuckled. “Dildo, Evangeline. You have a dildo stuffed into your sweet pussy. And your wish is my command.”
He began stroking her softly and slowly as she’d requested but then he began thrusting fast and hard with the dildo, making her cry out as her body strained against the bonds securing her.
Drake knelt in front of her, his hands tangling in her hair, tilting her chin up to meet his kiss. His tongue swept in, tasting and ravaging her mouth. He swallowed her cries, inhaled her breaths and gave her his own. And when she came, she came screaming into his mouth, the sound muffled by his tongue and lips.
She was jittering and shaking like a live electrical wire when Manuel carefully pulled the dildo from her still-spasming vagina. The walls clutched greedily at it, not wanting to let go of the delicious sensation of being stuffed so full. But it was nothing compared to the real thing and she wanted Manuel’s and Drake’s cocks. Deep inside her. Coming inside her. Branding her, possessing her, owning her.
With Drake still kissing her and stroking his hands through her hair and caressing her face with gentle fingers, Manuel loosened the ropes and freed her. She sagged over the bench, too boneless to move. Lucky for her, she didn’t have to.
Drake swept her into his arms and sat on the couch holding her on his lap while Manuel appeared with a drink, pressing it to Evangeline’s lips.
“Drink,” Manuel said gently. “You must be thirsty. We must take care of our lady tonight. Can’t have her wearing out on us.”
She smiled, peeking at him from underneath her lashes. “No chance of that happening.”
She drank thirstily and Drake watched in fascination, in awe that the act of her drinking was sexy as fuck. Everything about her just did it for him. He knew he was in some deep shit, but for the first time in his life, he didn’t give one damn.
Sometimes a man didn’t mind being well and truly captured and trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey. What man had a woman like his angel? She sensed Manuel’s desperation and his loneliness and she responded just as he would have expected her to. With compassion and such sweetness that one could get a toothache from it. The very best kind.
The night was young and he had in no way exhausted his own need of Evangeline. Some might say he was one fucked-up man to not only allow but to actively seek out another man to command and fuck his woman. He gave a mental shrug. He’d long since stopped making excuses or trying to come up with explanations for the dark needs and desires that drove him. Some things just were, and this was one of them.
His allowing another man to touch his woman, under his close watch, in no way diminished his fierce possessiveness when it came to Evangeline. If anything it made him more so because he knew how very lucky he was to find a woman who understood him. One who willingly gave in to his sexual kinks. Hell, reveled in them just as much as he did.
And he knew Manuel was in no way sated either. Nor would he be when the night was over, but that was all his friend would have. A night. Never a regular arrangement. Only at Drake’s discretion and whim.
Both men had in common the desire to please and pleasure Evangeline. To bring her to orgasm over and over, to hear her soft moans of ecstasy, her cries of pleasure and the warm glow of contentment in her beautiful blue eyes, hazy with passion.
Drake exchanged glances with Manuel, and Manuel simply nodded. It was time. Manuel extended his hand to Evangeline and she slid her fingers over his palm to allow him to assist her up. His hands roamed over her body, cupping and caressing every curve and swell, paying special attention to her plump breasts, her ass, and then delving between her legs.
Evangeline’s eyes went cloudy, her pupils dilating as passion flared in the dreamy orbs.
“Turn around,” Manuel directed, freeing her from his hold.
Obediently, she did as she was told and then Manuel drew her back against his chest and began walking them backward to the couch. He sat but put a firm hand to her back, silently telling her to remain where she was. Drake tossed him the lubricant and Manuel applied a generous amount to his dick, pumping up and down until he was as erect as Drake already was.