She made a wild sound of aggravation that was completely foreign to her.

Kyle said, “She’s close.”

“Switch.”

“I can’t take any more,” she whimpered. Feet shuffled. Sweat gathered on her belly, gluing her skin to the saddle.

Hank forced her chin up to meet his gaze. The raw look of possession in his eyes sent goose bumps skittering across her skin, even though the hot sun beat down on her. “I know, baby; brace yourself.” Then he rolled the condom off.

Kyle spread her ass cheeks and coated her hole with lube. One finger, then two twisted inside the tight entrance.

She arched up and gritted her teeth against the sharp, and yet not unwelcome, tinge of pain as he stretched her.

Hank stroked her clenched jaw. “Sure glad my dick wasn’t in there when your teeth snapped shut.”

Lainie snarled at him, which made both Hank and Kyle laugh. Mean little masculine chuckles. Torturous bastards.

You love it.

More lube. Then the tip of Kyle’s c**k circled her hole. She clenched when he started to feed his c**k in.

“Lainie. Sugar, relax.” Kyle stopped and put his hand in the middle of her back between her bound arms. “Lemme feel you breathe in.”

But her breath stalled in her lungs.

“Put the vibrator in her pu**y to distract her, Kyle.”

Vibrator? What the f**k? “Were you snooping through my stuff?” she demanded.

“Yep. I was looking for toothpaste.”

Hank choked back a laugh.

“Great idea. It’ll almost be like we’re havin’ a four-way. Me, you, her, and her battery-operated boyfriend.”

“You call him Bob?” Hank asked with a snicker.

“Nah, I’ll bet his name is Dick,” Kyle said.

More laughter.

Then Kyle inserted the buzzing shaft into her channel and she groaned.

“That’s a girl. You like that. You’ll like this too when I’m balls-deep in your ass. Now push out when you breathe out. That’s it. Let me in. You’re hot as sin, sugar; let us make you feel good.”

She curled her hands into fists as the plump head of Kyle’s c**k teased the tight ring of muscle. The blood-rich nerve endings pulsed. Protested. Relaxed. Throbbed in sweet agony.

He seated himself fully in her ass with one push.

God. That did hurt, but in a way that made her eager for the next stroke. She lifted her head and said, panting, “No more switching.”

Kyle chuckled.

Hank murmured, “No more switching, I promise.” He ran the back of his knuckles across her swollen lips. “Wrap your pretty mouth around me.”

She suckled the broad crown. A hint of the taste of latex remained, but underneath was the familiar taste of Hank. He filled her. Ignited her need.

“More. Take all of me.” He held her head in his hands and f**ked in and out of her mouth, in a different rhythm from Kyle. Harsher. More determined. More possessive.

Kyle countered every stroke in her ass with a flick of her clit. A deep thrust in, a tissue-rasping withdrawal. With the continual buzzing of the vibrator, Lainie felt her orgasm gathering. She’d started to drift away, anticipating that moment when everything synchronized into a glorious explosion.

“Shit. I’m there,” Kyle said. “Tighten around me baby, that’s it.”

Groaning, Kyle flexed his hips. Even with the vibrator buzzing against her vaginal walls, Lainie felt every plunging twitch of his c**k as he roared out his climax.

Hank retained a tight grip on her head and switched from deep-throated thrusts to shallower dips where her tongue constantly sought the spot below the head. He swore, pressing the tip in the middle of her tongue, forcing her to swallow convulsively as her mouth filled with his seed.

As she hung suspended with her front and rear still impaled, the buzzing of the vibrator increased. A finger rapidly flicked her clit. Rough fingertips plucked her ni**les hard enough to bring the sting of tears.

“Have we overwhelmed you, darlin’? You need a little more to get you there?” Hank asked, letting his c**k slip free.

She nodded.

“Close your eyes.”

Lainie heard Hank step sideways and mutter to Kyle. Then something cracked across both her butt cheeks.

She gasped.

Another blow landed in a different spot and she yelped again. But with the next blow, something happened. All that energy and expectation loosened, so the next lash sent her careening into a continual stream of pleasure the likes of which she’d never experienced. Tingling, stinging sensations coalesced into a breath-stealing, mind-bending orgasm that veered off the charts. She screamed and thrashed, wanting the delicious torture to stop as much as she never wanted it to end. She floated. Soared. Crashed. Burned.

Lainie went limp. She’d probably end up with a sunburn on her lily-white ass, but she was too blissed out to care.

Chapter Nineteen

“Holy shit. We f**ked her until she passed out.”

“I don’t know whether to be proud or appalled,” Kyle admitted as he untied Lainie’s arms, rubbing the red rope marks.

“Got her shoulders?” Hank asked.

“Yep.” Kyle placed his arm across the front of her thighs and lifted her, rolling her until she was cradled against his body.

“Here. I’ll take her,” Hank said, reaching for her.

“I’ve got her,” Kyle snapped.

“Guys. Don’t fight. Especially not after that stupendous orgasm. And sorry to burst your egos, but you did not f**k me until I passed out.”