He found himself wanting to memorize every sensation.
She moaned, gripping his elbows, and he swelled thicker. She was right about him needing to go slow. His teeth gritted at her snugness, his thigh muscles flexing harder to get him in. It must have been a bit of a show. Alex choked out a sound beside him, but Bryan didn't look at him. He was almost there, almost surrounded…
And then he was there, his hipbones grinding greedily against hers.
Zoe made a husky noise and opened her eyes.
"Okay?" Bryan asked, his voice nearly suffocated by how good this felt. Either her pu**y was sweeter than other women's or he was going to have to reassess some of his choices.
She smiled at his breathless question, or maybe at the way his c**k pulsed wildly in her stretched tissues. "It's better than okay. It's almost perfect."
"Almost?"
"It'll be perfect when you start to move."
The jump his pulse gave damn near did him in. "All right, sweetheart," he said. "I'm gonna start real easy. You tell me when you want to finish, and I'll speed up then."
"I love it slow," she warned him. "With nice, long strokes that last forever."
Bryan gave her what she asked for, dragging out to her brink before pushing slowly, heavily back in. His gentleness didn't surprise her, but his adeptness did. He had a knack for rolling his h*ps as he entered, shifting the pressure with each inch gained. Zoe's hands were soon fisted on his ropy back. What he was doing was too delicious not to have to fight her own urge to speed things up.
"Tell me when," he panted like he wanted it to be soon.
Rather than give in, she dropped the leg closest to Alex from Bryan's waist, splaying her thigh to give him the clearest possible view of Bryan sliding into her.
Alex made a noise like he'd been kicked, the handcuffs clinking against the chair as he tugged at them. Her pu**y tightened at the evidence of his distress.
"Oh-kay," Bryan said, obviously seeing what she was aiming at. "Maybe I could keep this up a while longer."
Alex knew he shouldn't have agreed to this. They were trying to kill him, making him watch Bryan take her so slow and long. He knew how much Zoe loved that, and would have known it even if she hadn't begged him to do it at the falls. Her skin was flushed all over, her trembling br**sts tipped with rosy spikes.
Bryan's shaft gleamed with her juices, so red it ought to have been steaming. Alex wanted nothing more than to lean close enough to lick it. He fought the cuffs, but it did no good.
Please, he thought, his c**k hard enough to split. Pre-come slid down it in warm trickles, copious and steady, as if his body were as good at getting wet as Zoe's. Please, God, finish this.
Zoe heard the chair creak as Alex gripped it in a sudden upsurge of need. Both she and Bryan turned to look. Blood suffused Alex's face, the muscles twisted and sweating with erotic strain. His c**k was straining, too, its tip running with desire. He was glaring at them, his eyes hot blue fire.
He looked ready to pull the chair apart.
Maybe it wasn't nice of her to enjoy his suffering, but Zoe's sheath fluttered in reaction, letting down a sluice of moisture that made Bryan gasp.
When he twitched and lengthened, she knew she'd had enough.
"All right," she said, her throat thick with excitement. "You can push me over now."
Magnus expected her to go quickly, but it didn't take more than three hard plunges to trigger Zoe's cl**ax. His c**k forgot it wasn't inside her, jerking as she moaned and trying its damnedest to come with her. He could feel Bryan pumping faster, could sense his balls tightening. She was honeyed inside and hot, and Magnus licked his lips at the feel of her. So sweet. So perfect. But Bryan was better at this than he should have been. Magnus knew he had to be seconds from blasting off, but he hung on well enough to increase the pressure on her G-spot. Zoe screamed when she came this time, her thighs clutching like a vise, her pu**y flooding him with wetness. Bryan's c**k slid faster, slicker, jolts of sensation sparking down his nerves with each contraction of her vagina. He strained for his finish with a hunger magnified to desperation by the f**k-her spell.
He'd die if he couldn't come. Just… plain… die. Lungs that felt like Magnus's sucked in air, but only Bryan's seed jetted like a fountain when Zoe's sex squeezed again.
Bryan's body jammed against Zoe's as if all of him could join his cock.
Me. now, Alex thought, his brain reduced to its most primitive condition. It repeated the demand as Bryan rolled off Zoe. She looked at Alex, her gaze hot enough to burn, trailing down his body to the evidence of how successfully they'd tormented him. Alex's c**k was pounding harder than his heart. He shouldn't have neglected it just because Bryan was mad at him. At the least, he should have jacked off in this morning's shower. Now he was paying the price for his misguided sense of restraint.
Zoe seemed to know it. Her smile was slow enough, and more than devilish enough, for her to have read his mind.
Too bad he didn't think her smile meant relief was near.
"You'll like this next bit," she said, and dug into her black satchel.
"Jesus," Alex swore, though he'd intended to remain silent.
She held a molded "jelly" dildo, bright blue, with tiny bubbles glittering inside. She tapped her pouting lips with it, drawing Bryan's eyes to the thing as surely as Alex's. When she licked it, both men shuddered.
"Eight long inches," she said archly, "but I think we know Bryan is man enough to take that."
That pulled Bryan's gaze to Alex's erection, shining clearly with its own wetness. Alex knew how big he was, how red and angry and stiff. Bryan's breathing had been settling after his explosive cl**ax, but now it reversed course.
"Hm," said Zoe. "I was worried this toy might be a little thick, but the girth looks like a good match, too."
Alex couldn't help himself. He tugged wildly at the handcuffs, a growl rising in his chest his pride couldn't stop. "You are not going to make me watch you f**k him with that."
"Why, Alex, you sound possessive."
He growled at her again, but she only smiled.
"You've always been a good sport," she said. "Which is why I know I am going to f**k him, and you are going to watch."
Magnus groaned as the dildo breached him, the boundaries between him and Bryan blurring as this night went on. Zoe had lubed it, but—by all that was magic—the thing was big. He and Bryan were on hands and knees, their muscles shaking, their throat tight with pleasure and panic mixed. This had been so much easier when they were in charge. Did she know what she was doing? Would she hurt them accidentally? The puckered ring of muscle that stretched around the toy burned with ecstasy. Magnus hadn't had this done to him very often, and never by a neophyte. The opening was incredibly sensitive, jumping and tingling as she slowly pushed past its nerves.