LEO
Brielle peeks up at me through her lashes, and the sight of her, smack dab in the middle of the bed we’ve been saving, makes my heartbeat rattle my bones. I pull my tie loose, reaching back to yank my shirt off over my head. She watches with hungry eyes as Thor and Mal flank me with identical movements.
“Best. Day. Ever,” Brielle says on a breathy exhale. You’d think she was a kid in a candy store the way she’s eyeing us. Thor chuckles and drops his bag on the carpet. He tosses three bundles of crimson rope onto the bed, and they land right between Bree’s calves. She grins down at them, a flush rising in her cheeks.
I shove my pants and boxers to the ground and climb over her, grinding my dick against her heat. She moans, lifting her hips against me. I squeeze handfuls of her ass and the curves of her hips, my mind emptying of everything but the taste of her mouth and the little moans she makes in the back of her throat.
Mallon sits on the bed. He has his arms crossed over his chest, a darkly amused smile on his face. “Are you going to have a hard time sharing, Leo?” I grin at him and roll to her other side, starting on her pearl buttons. Mal kisses her hard, swallowing ever mewl she makes. I get her top open and run my hands over her stomach.
“Fuck you’re so soft,” I groan, kissing Bree’s belly. She lets out an adorable giggle. I give her a long, slow lick, running my tongue from her the waist of her pants up to her ribs. She shivers, moaning as she tangles a hand in my hair.
Thorin grabs the hem of Bree’s pant legs, tugging them down her legs. “Give me those pretty legs, Pet.” I jerk my chin at him, wordlessly asking what he’s planning with the rope. “Leg ties, front cuffs.”
I grin at him, an idea forming. “Well let me hold our little bunny in position for you.” I lift Brielle on top of me, her thighs straddling my chest. Unhooking her bra, I toss it across the room. She takes shallow, hard breaths. I grab her ass and haul her forward. She squeaks as her knees settle on either side of my head. I bury my nose against the soaked lace of her panties, pulling the scent of her arousal into the depths of my lungs and exhaling with a groan.
“You smell so fucking good.” I pull the fabric aside, watching her eyes widen and her lips part as I flick my tongue against her swollen sex. I feel Thorin adjusting the position of her legs, pointing her toes so the tops of her feet rest on my shoulders. Mallon moves behind me, pulling her hands out in front of her and working on her wrists.
Brielle’s gaze darts between the three of us, but every time I thrust my tongue inside her, or suck her clit, those eyes flutter shut. I keep her distracted, driving her higher and higher while Thorin wraps and knots the crimson lengths around her thighs.
By the time he’s done, I think the reality of her predicament is just setting in for Brielle. With her legs folded underneath her, calves and shins secured to each other, she can’t lift her hips. Mal is holding her tied hands so she can’t lean back or fall forward, and Thorin certainly isn’t going to let her go anywhere.
She’s held captive for my mouth, unable to buck or squirm. I grab fistfuls of her ass, grinding her pussy against my face and sucking her little bud between my lips. She moans, glancing over her shoulder. Thorin kneels behind her and from the way her hips jerk, I’m guessing he’s got something in store for her.