Page 51 of Outlaws' Dirty Secret

“Definitely.” I sound confident because I am, but that doesn’t mean I’m not nervous. I have an active imagination, but they are in a league of their own in this particular department.

“Arms up.” He slips my shirt off, then unhooks my bra, putting both of them aside and leaving me topless. My nipples are crinkled up into hard points and I don’t quite know what to do with my hands. Should I cover myself up, or?

“Hey there, beautiful,” Dragon murmurs, stepping close and running his coarse fingers down my arm, raising goosebumps in their wake.

Blackout gathers up my hair in his fist, baring my neck and kissing me right behind my ear. “Do you see what you do to us? You make me so fucking hard, Willow.” There's a yearning in his rasp that has my breathing coming faster. He reaches around and pops open my jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly.

“What's the game?” I ask.

“Patience.” His chuckle is close enough to my ear that I feel the air brush past. “Almost there.”

Dragon crouches to pull my pants down, and my panties go with them. When I step out of them, I'm completely naked.Exposed and vulnerable. But Dragon runs his big hands up my thighs as he kisses my belly, and Blackout takes my bare breasts in his hands this time. He traps my hard nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, and rolls them gently, firing sparks of excitement through me in a direct line between my breasts and my core.

“Get on the bed,” Blackout commands.

I whimper at the loss when they both pull their hands back, but I’m sure they’re going to be back on me soon. I climb onto the mattress then turn around to watch them get undressed.

Their pants drop at once, leaving them only covered by their boxer briefs. They’re so tight on them that I can see clear outlines, with absolutely no doubts as to how excited they are to see me. Blackout throws his shirt away, and then I hold my breath as they shuck off their last bits of modesty and two long, thick cocks spring out to see me.

They’re so hard, taking themselves in hand as they move towards me. Feeling daring, I ease back and lean against the pillows, spreading my thighs to give them something to look at, too.

“Fuck, Willow. I want to take my damn time and it’s hard when you’re looking at me like that.” Blackout lets go of his thickness and moves around to the side of the bed, where he crouches and pulls a box out from underneath. Then he proceeds to pull out four leather cuffs with metal rings on them and a steel bar that’s about a foot long.

My legs snap together. “What’s that?”

He chuckles. “Hold out your arms.”

Cautiously, I do, and he attaches a cuff around each of my wrists with little buckles to lock them in place. He leaves them tight enough to stay, but if I really, really had to, I think I might be able to work my hands through to free myself, just not easily.

“Legs too.”

Oh God. I stretch out my legs for him, and he cuffs my ankles. “This is kinda scary,” I admit. I knew Blackout was a little kinky, but this is a few steps above a blindfold.

“I’ll take it slow, don’t worry. This is all about feeling good. Up on your knees. Put your back to me.” When I do, he drags his calloused fingers down my spine, making me shiver. “Your back’s as sexy as your front. Fucking love it. Reach behind you with both arms.”

In front of me, Dragon watches us intently, stroking himself slowly. When Blackout pulls my arms back, Dragon’s eyes drop to my breasts and the way the motion pushes them out. Like I’m begging him to play with them. Maybe I am. Long and thick with the blood rushing through it, the head of his cock is already leaking precum. He looks so freaking ready that it gets my own juices flowing. Blackout snaps me out of it when he clips my wrist cuffs together so they’re trapped behind me.

I gasp and tug, momentarily panicked.

“Trust, baby. Trust.”

Swallowing down my nervousness, I nod. Being vulnerable is hard. If they want me now, there’s nothing I can do about it, and it’s both terrifying and hot beyond belief. I’m theirs, any way they desire.

Blackout gathers my hair up again, making a ponytail of it that he has a firm grip around, controlling how far I can move my head. He’s got so much of it that it doesn’t hurt, just tugs a little. With his other hand, he caresses my sides. Calming me, exploring me, exciting me. “Crawl forward.”

I do, walking on my knees with his hand to steady me, right up until I’m near the opposite edge, where Dragon is waiting. He stands up, putting the big head of his cock right at my face level. I think I see where this is going.

“Open.” His tone is playful, but there’s no give in his grip as Blackout nudges my head just a little closer. I wet my lips real quick, then part them to make room for Dragon.

He sucks in a quick breath as my heat envelops him. He’s thick and hot in my mouth. I explore him with my tongue, teasing the edge of his crown, then swiping it over the head, getting the faintly salty taste of his precum. He groans quietly, his hips starting to make shallow thrusts. I don’t even know if he’s aware that he’s doing it. I’m literally trapped, but seeing him lose himself in what I’m doing still gives me a feeling of power. I’m so wet, but I couldn’t touch myself if I tried.

It’s diabolical, and I’m starting to see why people think this sort of thing is fun.

“That’s right,” he says, low and rough. He guides my head down Dragon’s length a little more than I would on my own. Then back, and forward again, making me suck his friend’s cock, whether I want to or not.

Luckily, I do.

“Here’s the deal, you want this to stop, just say so. Or resist if your mouth’s too full to talk.” I’m so distracted that it’s hard forme to pay proper attention, but his stern tone tells me this is important. “It might get a little rough, but I’m never trying to fucking hurt you. No fancy safeword or any of that bullshit, you give me any sign you don’t like it, and we stop. Immediately.” He pulls me back so my mouth is empty. “Tell me you understand. I need to hear it.”

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