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sort of aphrodisiac?
    He brought his cock to my lips, and I opened for him, sucking the tip until he dripped with my saliva, then taking in more of him.
    Richard lifted my legs and angled my hips. Slick fingers brushed over me, stroking again and again before finally pushing in. I moaned around the cock in my mouth.
    Matthew's head jerked back. Open and responsive, spread over me, he was one of the sexiest men I'd ever seen.
    Richard pressed his big fingers in more. Teased. Twirled. Fucked me. My ass clenched around him.
    How many men had touched me there? And not a single one had ever made it as good, had ever spent so much time. The pleasure went on and on. He should write a goddamn book . An instruction manual on that touch alone.
    I couldn't see him work me from behind Matthew's body, and that turned me on even more. Desperate again, I didn't know if I'd be able to wait to come until he got inside me. When the hell was the last time that happened? With no one touching my dick?
    Another press. Another swirl. How long could he keep me on the edge?
    Then his fingers were gone, and I was empty, anxious for his touch again. I sucked harder on Matthew, needing him to come as much as I needed the same release.
    The head of Richard's slick, sheathed cock rubbed along my ass. “Ready, Luke?”
    With my mouth busy and my arms tied to the bed, I used the one way I had to let him know how much I needed him inside me. I rocked my hips, and the tip of his dick drove into me.
    “God, yes.” Richard growled with the words. “Luke.” His first thrust came slow, but went deep. Persistent. Determined. He repeated the motion, and I tugged and moaned, the sound muted by Matthew inside me.
    They were satisfying my ache. I felt them everywhere.
    Matthew's noises grew louder. I tried to concentrate on the blowjob while Richard offered me what he had to give, but the big man knew what he was doing, and the distraction made thinking difficult at best. That was always the problem with the execution of a threesome. Too many distractions. Or perhaps just enough.
    Matthew bent forward and thrust, his movements shallow. His eyes met mine, his stare intense. He didn't just watch me; he looked inside me.
    Too intimate, too personal, too connected.
    I wanted to turn away, but I couldn't. I saw something I liked in his gaze. Something in the way he needed me right then.
    His hands gripped the headboard, and he went deeper with each shove into me. His words no longer made sense, but he didn't let up. His screams and moans grew louder than anyone I'd ever heard before. God, he loves sex . Worth the wait. His hips jerked, and he pushed farther inside my mouth as he came. When his dick finished pulsing, he rolled off me and onto his side with a whimper. I breathed deep and ignored the usual surge of loss.
    Richard slammed into me harder.
    I tightened my legs around him, loving the power in his movements. A fine mist of sweat covered his upper body. Several beads dripped, and I felt it when every drop struck my sensitive skin. His pelvis slapped my ass harder. A bolt of pleasure zipped through me.
    “Yes! More.” I arched, and the ropes tightened.
    “Luke.” He kept at it, kept moving in me, grunting with each shove.
    Matthew kissed me. His body pressed close.
    “I have to— ” I said. His hand covered my cock.
    “Not yet, kid,” Richard said.
    The hand left my dick in a flash, and Matthew's fingers traced my nipples. I lifted my arms, and the restraints caught me. The usual pinch and burn didn't plague my wrists. My hands didn't go numb. Richard knew his shit.
    He snapped his hips faster as he dragged his dick in and out, over and over again. I groaned and closed my eyes, focusing on every touch stimulating me.
    “Open your eyes,” Richard said.
    I heard his words, but my body didn't react.
    He stilled, his cock hanging half out of me.
    My eyes flew open. “What the fuck? Why are you stopping?”
    “Don't close your eyes. Look at