Page 53 of Bound

I stop in the middle of the living room because an eroticwarmth swamps my senses. It starts in my pussy and pulses outward.

“Oh, god.”

I barely manage to close the door behind me when I feel theconnection between me and Cian open. It’s like someone flicks a switch on in mybrain and the channel changes. I’m suddenly tuned to the Cian Channel, and it’splaying porn.

He’s stroking himself. I can feel it. His hand is gentle ashe strokes from the base of his cock upward, all the way to the crown, where hebrushes his thumb firmly across the head. There’s already wetness there. Heuses it to lubricate his palm and facilitate smoother strokes. He tightens hishold on the monster, and I feel him sigh as he spreads his legs and ups thepace.

Drops of arousal weep from the slit of his dick. If I waswith him, I would lean over and lick it off. Is that my thought or Cian’s? Theconnection is so new that I have to wonder. A vision of exactly what Cian wantsme to do flows over my brain, taking over my thoughts. I would run the tip ofmy tongue just inside the slit and tease him lightly. His big body wouldshudder in response and urge me on. He would fist his cock while I suck thehead, begging him to feed me everything he has.

I feel Cian’s chuckle as though it comes from inside my ownbody.

“Bastard,” I whisper.

He knows I can feel him. He’s pushing the experience outtoward me. It’s like I’m there with him, almost as though I am Cian. Ican feel his pleasure and his intent. He wants me. Oh, I can feel that. Hewants me so badly. I stumble into the bedroom and throw my body on the bed. Iwon’t be able to ignore the vision. It feels too good to ignore.

His hand is firm now as he runs it up and down his cock. Iwrithe on the bed, my legs restless as he caresses himself. He’s thinking aboutme. He moves on from thoughts of my mouth to other body parts. He thinks howgood it would feel to have my tight pussy all around him. The muscles of mypussy would clench around his cock, trying to tempt him to come. He wants togive me his semen. It belongs to me. It’s only right for me to take it.

He wants me on top, my breasts bouncing as I ride him hard.He would love the view from that position. He would grasp my hips and helpforce me down so his dick could hit my sweet spot.

My nipples go hard. My pussy is already soft and wet. Everycell in my body has been taken over by Cian’s assault. He’s there with mealthough our bodies are apart. It’s intimate, so intimate. It’s a lot like theconnection I felt with Beck in the arena, though this time I know what’shappening.

Cian pumps his cock. His hand slides from the head down,down, down to the place where the thick stalk meets his balls. No wonder men dothis an awful lot. It’s completely different from touching myself. There’s aharder edge to it that I find fascinating. It feels really good, and I suddenlyknow Cian can do this all morning. He’ll be careful and prolong the experience.He wants to keep me in this state. He wants me writhing and begging. Eventuallyhe’ll give it to me, but only after he’s satisfied that he has the upper hand.

Maybe turnabout is fair play. Cian thinks he has all thecontrol. Can I break him? How will he like my pleasure? Will my softness feelas good to him as his rough lust feels to me?

I pull down the bodice of the dress and let my hands find mybreasts. I allow every sensation to flow over me and push it toward him. Cian’sstate of sexual arousal has my nipples peaked and sensitized. I moan as I havethe twin sensations of Cian’s hand on his cock and my fingers pulling at mynipples.

How does this work? I close my eyes and fantasize. I wantCian. He’s different from his brother. He’s so open with his sexuality itallows me to be open with mine. In my fantasy, I see Cian climb over me, hisbig body pressing me down. I roll my stiff nipples between my thumbs andforefingers, tugging lightly. I imagine it’s Cian’s mouth there.

He licks them at first. His tongue curls around the nipplejust before he lets me feel the edge of his teeth there. He bites down lightly,never crossing the line between pleasure and pain. He bites just enough to makethe nipple flare with arousal. He pops the nipple in his mouth and laves itwith affection. Then, because this is my fantasy, I bring Beck in to suck onthe other one.

In my fantasy, Beck denies me nothing. He takes my breastsbecause they belong to him.

In my mind, I see two dark heads bent over my breasts,suckling. I hold their heads, my hand sinking into the silky darkness of theirhair. Their hands are everywhere.

Cian picks up the pace. His hand pumps firmly around hiscock. I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. He’s definitelygetting the picture. It’s time to move on.

Fantasy Cian begins to kiss down my belly. He licks andkisses his way south as Beck nuzzles my throat. In the fantasy, I’m suddenlytied tightly to the bed. Beck’s hand collars my throat. He tells me everythinghe intends to do to me in a honey-dark voice that leaves no room fordisobedience. He and Cian have plans for me. Cian’s going to eat my pussy. Beckwill play with my breasts, and after I come, they will have their pleasure.Beck wants my mouth. Cian will plunge that hard cock into my pussy. I’ll behelpless to do anything but feel them. They can do anything they want to me,and I will have no defense.

I don’t need one. They’re my lovers, my husbands.

I feel Cian’s deep approval at the image. My fantasy hasbecome his own. It’s everything he wants—both halves of his soul with onesingular purpose between them—my pleasure.

He’s getting close. His cock pulses as I think about Cian’stongue fucking my pussy. Cian’s tongue spears me as thoroughly and ruthlesslyas any cock. Beck’s tongue plays on my nipples. Beck sucks on my nipples whileCian lavishes his love on the tiny bead until I explode.

Our fantasies merge into one hot image. I can no longer tellwhat I’m thinking and what thoughts are Cian’s, but I don’t care anymore. Hishand tightens around his engorged cock. It’s purple now as he races to thefinish line. I can feel his balls tightening. They’re getting ready to shootoff. His control is blown.

It no longer matters. I want the orgasm. I slip a fingerinto my pussy, circling my clit with my thumb, my fingers playing out theimages in my head. I close my eyes and see Cian and Beck working furiously overme. The two heads work in perfect harmony, suckling my breast and my clit. Theylove my taste. They can’t get enough of it.

Cian firmly takes hold of our connection. My fantasy fallsaway as I feel a tingle at the base of my spine. His hand is a fist now,pounding away at his cock.

An image of Cian between my legs is all I can see now. It’sso real. It’s almost as though he’s right here with me, his weight pushing meinto the bed. He parts my thighs and shoves his desperate cock deep inside me.He pushes himself in to the balls, and still he isn’t satisfied. He wants tomerge with me. He wants to be a part of me. God, he needs me so badly. He’swaited for me. The emotion sweeps over me, making my eyes water. I’ve neverfelt so desired as I do when the connection is open and his heart is pouringinto mine.

He pumps into me, and he’s close, so close, to giving mewhat I desire. I pick up the pace, plunging two and then three fingers insidemy pussy and know they don’t match what Cian can give me. I spread my legs asfar as I can and curl my fingers up while I push the pad of my thumb forcefullyat my clit and then…

Relief, blessed, sweet pleasure as Cian comes. Semen spurtsup onto his belly, but he doesn’t care. In his mind it’s my pussy he’sflooding. He pumps and pumps, the feeling all the more exquisite because it’sshared. Just as I think I can’t take another moment of his orgasm, my own hits.It blooms from my center, spreading out like a rushing wave across my body. Ifeel Cian’s surprise as he comes again.

It's like the best phone sex ever, and I giggle as I layback and try to catch my breath. A happy languor radiates across my body. Thatwas so much more than playful sex. Cian’s emotions invaded me as surely as hisfantasies did. He was open and honest, and there will be no recriminations fromthis half of the man. I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. Thehappiness I feel is coming from Cian, too. He’s happy. He’s well-satisfied, andit isn’t all physical for him.