“Would you like it if both Ben and I topped you?” Todd asked, his lips just barely above Erin’s.

“Yes,” she gasped as Ben’s thumb roved lower, over her labia but not into her pu**y.

“Ben, in that box there at the foot of the bed there’s another red box inside.”

Erin couldn’t see what Ben was doing, but she knew what was in the red box and shivered in anticipation.

“Ah, very nice.” Ben brought the chain and weighted beads over to her and he and Todd slid them all into place. The thin, silver chain hung attached to the weighted beads on both nipple rings, with one heavier bead in the center of the chain to unite it all. It was beautiful and erotic all at once to be adorned in such a way.

“Perfect.” Todd flicked a finger over her nipple as Ben had gone back to sliding his thumb back and forth over her labia, teasingly. “Undress me.” Todd stood back and she tore herself away from Ben’s touch to follow.

Todd ducked to help her get his shirt off and she leaned in, breathing in the scent of his skin before licking over a nipple and sucking lightly. His hips jutted forward so she moved to the other nipple, scraping her teeth over it while she played her nails over the one she’d just left.

He made a low sound and she kissed down, her hands moving to his jeans and that beloved popping sound.

To her knees where he leaned on her while she helped him from his jeans and boxers. She pressed a kiss at his ankle and then up the sculpted muscle of his calf, at the indentation of his knee, up the hard bulk of his thigh, until she looked straight at his cock.

“Mmm, here I am again,” she murmured, leaning in for a lick.

“I’m not complaining.” Todd smoothed a hand over her hair a moment.

Ben had moved around to watch, and he groaned as she took Todd into her mouth. Each time she pressed forward, the chain and heavier beads on it swung, sending rolls of sensation straight from ni**les to clit.

Her gaze snagged on Ben as his hands went to his waistband and slowly undid his jeans. When she caught his eyes, he looked back with a mischievous upturn of his mouth.

“Ah ah ah, keep your eyes here on me, gorgeous.” Ben shoved his cargo shorts and boxer briefs down and his c**k sprang free. Her heart sped at the sight of it.

He gave his c**k a pump, three times in quick succession and then stepped forward. “Me too.” He tapped her cheek with the head of his c**k and she looked to Todd, who seemed pleased she’d checked with him before moving forward.

Two cocks sliding against each other, heads glistening. It was enough to make her want to sigh wistfully at the beauty of it.

Todd nodded and she gave his c**k one last swirl of her tongue and moved to Ben’s. His taste was different than Todd’s, the geography of his body different. Alluring, yes. But Todd was preferable. Something about her man called to her in ways no one else ever had.

It was Todd’s hand in her hair, tightening, guiding back and forth on Ben’s cock. She held Todd’s sac in one hand and Ben’s in the other. His dick was short and fat, easily swallowed as she sucked him off. She wondered how it would feel inside her as a wave of excitement hit her, making her slightly dizzy.

Todd pulled back on her hair, stopping her. “Not yet and never in your mouth,” Todd said, his voice taut with desire. If he had any jealousy over what he’d just seen, his c**k sure didn’t show any evidence of it. He was hard, so hard his c**k tapped his belly. The head glistened with se**n, the veins stood out in harsh relief against the skin. Cocks weren’t pretty like br**sts, but Erin loved how his looked just then. Utterly masculine and ready to provide the f**king she really craved.

She pulled back with a slight pop, looking up at Todd. Waiting.

“What next, do you think, Todd?” Ben asked him.

Maybe they’d start in on each other. Erin could so go for that!

“I got some restraints yesterday. I’ve been hoping to try them out.” Todd held a hand out to her. “Stand up, honey. Lie on the bed while I get this all ready.”

She obeyed, lying on her back and watching as Todd moved to the head of the bed and brought up a tie, attaching a wide cuff to it. Her body shivered.

“An under-mattress rig to attach the cuffs to. One of my favor ites.” Ben watched Todd work.

“I thought so.” Todd took her wrist gently and stretched her arm up to where he was.

“Oh,” she whispered faintly as the leather encircled the sensitive skin of her wrist. He tightened it, but the inside of the cuff was lined. The edge of the leather dug in, but not painfully, just enough to remind her she was bound.

“How’s that feel?” She could hear the tension, the excitement threading Todd’s voice.

“Really, really good.” She managed to speak, but it was a close thing.

Ben moved to the other side of the bed and did the same with her other wrist. “I can tell, gorgeous. Your pu**y smells so good my knees are rubber.”

Her body arched, arms high above her head. Experimentally, she tugged, but there was very little give. Bound and entirely at Todd and Ben’s mercy. Being bound like this did it for her in ways she hadn’t anticipated. There was a total sort of exhibitionistic sense, being bound there, stretched and displayed to be looked at and desired. Her pu**y responded, her ni**les tightened and she writhed just a moment.

Todd climbed on the bed, straddling her chest, teasing her mouth with his cock. Erin rocked her hips, seeking something, anything. Her cunt needed sensation, needed to be filled. His c**k in her mouth, even for teasing thrusts where he let her taste the head for mere seconds before pulling back, was good. But not enough.