Page 86 of Dare to Trust


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I hear a drawer open and close. Then he is in front of me. I inhale deeply and can’t help but smile as he positions himself on his knees on the bed in front of me. He makes quick work of fully exposing his chest and arms to me. A long necklace dangles between his pecks. A silver rope chain with a charm that resembles a key. I want to reach for it. Want to inspect it further. My hands twitch instinctively reminding me I am bound and immobile. I chuckle and Fynn questions me with his eyes.

“I’ve never seen your arms before.”

He stretches them out for me. The branches of a tree wrap around from his back and envelop his shoulders and his forearms, twisting, winding, snagging all along the muscles of his arms.

He smiles at me and then returns his attention to my cock.

I eye the button on his leather pants expecting that to be what he reaches for next…but it isn’t. He sits on the edge of the bed and spreads his legs, moving to edge, but also tugging me to him. Then he drops off the edge of the bed to the floor so his face is level with my cock. I can’t breathe. I’ve been wanting that mouth on me for months now.

He flicks those silver shadowed eyes my way. The green so dark. So stunning. He winks and smiles. I smile back. Nandy is still pressed against me from behind. He rests a chin on my shoulder, watching Fynn, watching me? Fynn is still grinning at me and then I see his eyes flick away.

Permission. He’s waiting for permission. “Whatever I want?” Fynn asks.

“Whatever you want.” Nandy says. The words seem to drip out of him and into my veins. I shiver with excitement and my cock jerks in Fynn’s face. Those lips…before the thought is complete, they wrap around my dick, and he sucks me to the back of his throat.

I toss my head back and moan. My arms strain against the ties. I want so badly to grab Fynn’s head. Feel his soft hair in my fingers. I shove my cock deeper into his mouth and he takes it. I can feel his throat tighten around me and it’s glorious. He closes his eyes and takes me deeper as I shove myself in. He has his hands gripped behind him. He’s submitting to me.

He opens his eyes when I stop fucking his face. They are wet with tears. He pulls off of me and takes in a ragged breath before he opens his mouth and reaches for me again.

Cool lube filled fingers slip into my channel and I twitch, my dick hits Fynn in the cheek, but Nandy reaches for it and shoves it into Fynn’s mouth. I groan as the heat envelopes it again in sharp contrast to the coolness of Nandy’s other fingers slathering up my channel, heating quickly. There is no hesitation this time. No more treating me like a virgin. He shoves two fingers in deep and spreads them around, his body pressing hard against me from behind and as his hand guides my cock in and out of Fynn’s mouth.

My body is twitching. Way overstimulated. Almost more than I can bear. Almost. Noises erupt from my mouth and I tug at the ropes not because I want them untied, but because those are the only movements my body can make. My body doesn’t belong to me right now.

I moan at the loss of Nandy’s fingers inside my ass. Even though I know what is coming next…I’m not ready. But I can’t wait. He places the crown of his swollen cock at my entrance and I tense.

“Breathe,” Nandy reminds me just seconds before he thrusts all the way in hard and fast and it burns so much and so perfectly. And when his slick cock pounds in and out. I shove my ass back to meet his thrusts. Beg him for more. For everything he has.

His hands still have control of my cock using his hands and Fynn’s mouth to increase my frenzy even more. When his fingers graze my balls a shiver races through my body. The ropes are the only things keeping me upright.

The orgasm hits hard and fast and it feels like my entire body is coming apart. Every nerve ending. Every fiber of my being lets loose. And God it feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

In the haze of this bliss, I look at Fynn. His eyes are closed as he attempts to swallow everything down, but he can’t…he finally pulls off, my come dripping down his chin. Nandy continues to milk me dry and Fynn grabs his own cock and stands. He presses our cocks together and wraps his hand and Nandy’s around them. My cock twitches. There is nothing left. But Fynn uses me anyway. He and Nandy tug and stroke and mercilessly rip the orgasm from his own cock, taking mine along for the ride. I watch his come drip all over my spent cock and their hands.

He looks up at me breathlessly and I reach for his chin with my mouth. I lick my semen from it, moaning at the feel of his stubbly goatee and the taste of me on him. Before finally shoving my tongue into his mouth and pulling that pouty lip into my teeth. Kissing Fynn is definitely one of the greatest pleasures of my life.

Nandy pauses long enough to watch us both come…then he begins thrusting again and reaches over me for Fynn, for Fynn’s mouth.

“I want to taste him too,” he growls.

Fynn doesn’t hesitate to meet that demand, and they kiss over my shoulder, as Nandy pumps in and out of me. Releasing the kiss and letting out that guttural roar the sends shivers through me as he unloads. I love that sound. I let my head fall back seeking him.

“God, you two are the most beautiful sight.” His breaths are still ragged. His chest is heaving up and down against my back. He still has his shirt on, but it’s been unbuttoned enough that I can feel his hot chest against my back, both slick with sweat.

Fynn stands on the bed and in one easy motion undoes each of the sashes holding me upright. I marvel at how easily they came undone. And yet, they held me up when I pulled with all my strength against them. Nandy’s arms keep me from falling. He rubs my arms and hands as I sink back into him. They tingle as if they had been about to fall asleep and not quite gotten there.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Way better than okay.”

He grins against me and Fynn steps away returning with a bottle of water. He takes a chug first and then winks at me.

“Drink it, all of it,” Nandy commands and he doesn’t have to ask again. I’m parched.

When I can finally stand on my own I down the final gulp of water and turn to Nandy.

“Are you okay?”

He looks at me, at Fynn, then back to me. He grabs Fynn and pulls him into his side and kisses me.

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