As you enter the room you see them, dark hair and blond, both dressed casually and strumming their guitars in harmony, no words are passing between them, only their music is breaking the silence. Mentally licking your lips, you approach making your decision, brown eyes or blue. Rounding on them you slip your arms around his shoulders and down inside his shirt, your mouth lowers to his ear, licking the interior contours of it as your fingers find the flat disk surrounded by course crinkly hair and you flick his nipple. A soft gasp escapes his luscious lips. You smile. He misses a chord, you lightly blow on where you’ve wet his ear and another gasp follows. You know he’s struggling to continue the song, yet he’s losing the battle. You’re licking and nipping at his throat and the staccato tattoo of his heartbeat there. Silently encouraging him to quit so you can take care of what you need, the reason you interrupted their session. Your nails score across his chest, not hard enough to leave marks, yet enough that he can feel the need in you. A silent exchange passes between them in a language only they understand. He lowers his guitar to the floor and stands, turning to face you. Taking his hand you begin to lead him out to a more private location.
He tries to take control in the elevator, you hold up your hand to stay his advances. A low grumble rolls from him, yet you maintain control and keep him at bay until you’re inside the room. Demanding he drop his clothes and watching as he does your bidding. Smiling when he waits for your next command and backs up towards the bed when you advance on him, pushing him gently towards it with the flat of your hand. His legs stop at the edge and you push him back so he lands on it. He says you have on too many clothes and your eyes gleam with your own plans. Pulling out the handcuffs you extend them towards him and he submits to what you want, knowing that whatever it is he trusts you. Clicking them in place, you now have him vulnerable and unable to wrest control from you, his hands attached to the headboard. Slowly you trace your tongue down from his lips to those flat disks, circling and then biting hard enough for him to grunt his disapproval. You follow the way down his treasure trail, recalling the last time you did the same with his buddy and smiling to yourself how each has his own special charm. Your tongue flicks across the red extended tip of him, his eyes lowered to the torture you’re meting out, then discovers the mirror on the ceiling and raises them to watch. You lick the length of him and take one of his balls into your mouth and suck on it, rolling it around in your greedy mouth. His already hard cock is nearly quivering in its desire, you grin as you hear him pleading and dip your head to torment his other ball as you had the first. Lifting your head, you lick your way back up his throbbing cock and take it into your mouth. Sucking hard, your tongue flicking across the sensitive flesh as you slide down his length and then back up, repeating the action as his breathing becomes ragged and he’s begging for release. You stop. Turn and stand on the bed. Slowly removing your clothes, one piece at a time, watching those eyes that are glued to you, and licking his lips as you touch yourself through your clothes. Finally you stand above him in just your white lace bra and panties, he can see the cream of you through the lace and comments on how wet you are. You tell him it’s all for him and strip off that final barrier as you drop to your knees poised above his face and lower yourself where he can lap at you. He’s straining to reach you for more, but he’s still restrained and you’re taking it the way you want it tonight. Heat is traveling through you like white-hot pokers, your fingers are at your own breasts, tweaking them as you feel your orgasm rising and then it explodes. You collapse back, your breath coming in fast, broken gasps. Collecting yourself quickly you rise up and straddle him, taking his entire length inside you and you ride for all you’re worth taking both of you for a journey that ends with both of you finding nirvana and screaming the other’s name. You collapse on him in sexual exhaustion and gather your wits again. He quietly asks for his hands to be released and you comply. Cradling you in his arms, he kisses you gently and thanks you. Time passes and you both rise, cleaning up and dressing before you return him to his session with his partner. Stopping at the door on your way out, you look back at the other one and smile, “maybe next time” passes your lips as you leave, satiated and ready for a nap.
