Free Casey's Secrets (Full Trilogy) by Ophelia Bell

stroking harder. I heard a slight rustle as he moved and then his hot mouth was on me, his tongue gloriously licking and sucking at my clit.
    I moaned into Rick’s mouth and sucked harder at his tongue. I wanted to move, to clutch at his hair, touch him, but bound down as I was, all I could do was flex my fingers and grip the edge of the table while Max sank his tongue into me and back out, teasing my pierced hood with tight, maddening circles.
    My breath came in pants against Rick’s mouth and he pulled away. I opened my eyes for a second, and met his intense gaze peering down at me.
    “Let go, Case,” he said and dipped his head lower to my breast.
    Max’s hands gripped my thighs while his mouth devoured my pussy. I cried out, my chest heaving, when his sucking lips pulled the climax from me in a long, tortuous flow of ecstasy that seemed to sink through my body from my outer edges to my very center.
    Tears streamed down the sides of my face, soaking my hair as he continued sucking and drawing out my orgasm. In the split second after it subsided I heard the sound of rustling clothing and looked down again to see his erect cock free of his pants and aimed at my core.
    “Yes,” I murmured and smiled up at him.
    He smiled back briefly, his expression becoming filled with nothing but pleasure as his cock sank into me.
    Rick kept steadily stroking me, occasionally teasing his fingers just under the tight bite of the ropes where they cut into my softer flesh. Sometimes he would use his tongue on me instead of his fingers, leaving cool stripes of moisture behind each tickling taste.
    Max began with slow, even strokes at first, barely moving as my still sore pussy acclimated to him for the second time. I winced at the reminder of the pain from the night before and he paused.
    “Still hurt?” he asked.
    I nodded. “Don’t stop, please. I love that it hurts.”
    Rick’s brow creased above me and he looked at Max then back down at me. “Were you … Jesus, were you a virgin?”
    I gasped and closed my eyes when Max pulled out and shoved back into me with a deliberate thrust. My muscles spasmed around him, reawakened by the pressure of his thick length invading my inexperienced depths.
    “Y-yes. Oh, God, like that. Do that again!”
    Max chuckled and I opened my eyes again. I smiled up at Rick whose expression had taken on an awed, wondering look. “Lucky bastard,” he said.
    My eyes stayed fixed on Max, roving over his flexing muscles, now glistening with sweat. Morning sunlight shone off the gleaming steel hoops through his nipples. God, I wanted to do things to him with my mouth. I licked my lips at the thought.
    “I think she needs something to occupy her tongue, don’t you, baby?” Max asked.
    I nodded, thrilled that he’d seemed to read my mind so easily.
    “That can be arranged,” Rick said. He leaned down and kissed me again, letting his lips slide across mine and teasing his tongue out to wet my mouth thoroughly. While his mouth was pressed to mine I heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper descending. He stood up a second later and I turned my head to watch him slip out of his jeans.
    I couldn’t take my eyes off him and he seemed to be able to tell how mesmerized I was. God, I’d just seen him a little while ago, but still wanted to just look. He reached one hand out and stroked my cheek gently, while sliding his other palm up along the length of that glorious pink shaft.
    “You want a taste, Casey?”
    “Yes.”
    The edge of the table was the only obstacle, but his hips were high enough above the surface that he could lean over slightly and aim the tip of his cock at my lips. He kept his hand resting gently on my jaw, his thumb on my chin while he guided his cock to my mouth. Max’s steady fucking slowed and then picked up again along with a gentle rubbing at my clit.
    Every single one of my senses came alive with the first flick of my tongue along the glistening slit at the tip of Rick’s cock.