Page 74 of Agency
Morgan had practically thrown the covers from my body when he’d leaped from the bed, and now I felt significantly more than half-naked as Andrew’s seemingly harsh gaze ran over me. He started at my toes, then went to my ankles, then grazed over my calves and thighs. He lingered for a moment on my disheveled and half-pulled-down panties before traveling to my lifted shirt.
Finally, his eyes landed on my face and bored into mine.
There, at the corner of his mouth, was the smile, as an almost evil glimmer formed in his eye. Still silent, he swept his gaze down me one more time.
“You know,” he said, still looking down at me, “her being cuffed doesn’t make this any better.” He looked back to Morgan. “It really doesn’t.”
“But I asked for it,” I said, getting myself to my knees. Legs coiled beneath me so that my naked bottom rested on my heels, I looked up at him. “I begged for it, Andrew. Don’t blame him.”
“Oh, trust me,” he said, unfurling his crossed arms and reaching down to me with one strong, rough hand, “I don’t.” Tilting my chin up with one finger, he continued to look down at me as his single finger became his whole hand, and he went from merely lifting to firmly holding my jaw in place. “I know exactly how good you are at what you do.”
Biting my lip, I swallowed hard as my mouth began to water on reflex.
Because I knew that look in his eyes. Had seen that look plenty of times. Had probably given the exact same one to Morgan when I’d had him crawl across the floor to me.
And, oh, did I want this. Wanted this desperately.
“Unzip me,” Andrew growled, taking his hand from my jaw and already beginning to unbuckle his pants.
“My hands, though…” I said, already going up onto my knees despite my protests.
“You’re resourceful.”
If I’d been wet before, now I was positively dripping. Hormones raging and pleasure centers of my brain shoving the rational parts of me into the backseat, I leaned forward and began to search with my mouth. Mouth and chin moving over him, searching, I felt his steel rod of a length tucked away down his pants leg, had to fight back a small exclamation of success. Then, there, the zipper! Flicking the tab up with my tongue, I gripped the piece of metal between my front teeth.
“She tell you yet about how she’s not a fucking China doll?” Andrew asked as I slowly dragged his zipper down. One of his hands went into my hair, his fingers winding around my strands and gripping me tightly as I reached the bottom. Directing me to look up at him, the thumb of his other hand traced my open lips before pushing into my mouth.
“Not yet,” Morgan said, his boots stepping closer as I swirled my tongue around his friend’s thumb and sucked him deeper into my mouth.
My eyes flickered from Andrew to Morgan, and I could feel the dampness on the inside of my thighs at the twin looks of pure, insistent, unadulterated lust they were giving me.
“Well, she won’t get a chance to tonight. We’re going to have to keep her from moaning too loud.” He took his thumb from my mouth as he did, then ran the spit-slick digit around my lips and down my chin. “Otherwise, Jericho will kill all three of us. So, we’re all going to have to stay very, very quiet.” Pausing, he again raised my chin so I could look him in the eye.
“Isn’t that right?”
Biting my lip, I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he whispered, his other hand already fishing his cock out through the front of his boxer briefs. “Now, before we need to use a real gag…”
I knew exactly what he wanted. Knew exactly what would make him happy right then. And, luckily, our interests more than aligned. Hands still bound, eyes still locked on his, I opened my mouth and leaned forward to take him into my mouth. Whimpering from the first moment of again tasting him, I closed my eyes as I circled and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. Gently sucking, I bobbed myself up and down him, gradually taking more as he gripped my hair tighter.
“Doesn’t feel like a China doll, that’s for sure,” he groaned, his hips thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth, till the tip was about to hit the back of my throat. “Not at all.” And then, after two more thrusts, he was drawing me off his length and turning me towards Morgan.
Morgan’s hand joined Andrew’s, and together they guided me to Morgan’s cock.
Thicker and shorter, he felt so different from his friend. His pre-cum was saltier, but not bad. Just so wonderfully different. Swirling my tongue, I worked and sucked and bobbed just like I had on Andrew, even as a hand began to slide down my backside. Thick, callused fingers glided over my exposed ass cheeks. Thick, blunted nails dragged over my flesh, even as I sucked and swirled.
“That’s it.” Morgan’s voice a low, rasping groan, barely loud enough to hear. “Your mouth is too good not to try twice.”
I nearly came right then, without being touched. Because the last time I’d been with each of them separately had been exciting, naughty, fun. But this? This was forbidden, dirty, and furtive. Our moans suppressed, our eyes compensating for the dim light, and all while they were doing the exact opposite of what they should have been.
Andrew’s fingers slid over my pussy from behind and felt how wet I was from all the attention I’d been both receiving and giving. He groaned low in appreciation as he traced up and down my lips.
Morgan’s hips began to thrust, to push his cock in and out of my lips, leaving me whimpering and drooling as his hand tightened in my hair. My eyes rolled back as Andrew’s fingers pushed into me, as each of them dropped a hand to my breasts. They were as rough as their hands with my flesh–flicking and circling my nipples, grasping all of me as Andrew’s fingers gathered my wetness and found my clit. He circled and teased till I was grinding on his hand, even as I choked and drooled on Morgan’s cock.
Then a pause, and their hands and cocks were switching. Morgan guiding me back onto Andrew’s cock, and Andrew’s fingers sliding into my hair. Panting, now, and trying to calm himself, Morgan’s fingers went back to teasing my pussy. But still, they ran their hands over my breasts and body, up into my hair. Feeling, appreciating, marking me as their shared territory for the night.
I don’t even know how many times they switched, or how long they played with me, but I was panting for more. All I knew was that, by the time they pulled themselves entirely away, I’d nearly forgotten about the fact that I was supposed to be escaping these cuffs.
