My fingers glazed over the nob of the foreign drawer. Zayn grips me around the waist, his head rests on my shoulder as he whispers, “Pick whatever you want.”
Both our eyes continue to gaze into the draw, full of things I have never seen before. “But it’s our special reward, so I think you should get to pick.” I offer to him.
“These.” His response is quick. He pulls thick black straps with fabric cuff from the drawer. In in palms he shows them to me and my fingers wander over the foreign object, having a slight sense of what they are for. “Lay on the bed, face down.” Zayn’s voice is commanding again and I obey him.
Harry takes his place on the chair in the corner of the bedroom. Right now, it’s Zayn’s time. I lay on my stomach, Zayn quickly straddling my back. The black cuffs are attached to both of my wrists and I expect I will be fastened to the bed posts. He lightly pulls my arms backwards, using the long straps to attach each hand to the corresponding ankle. It’s unfamiliar to me at first, but soon I am am becoming more and more aroused by the new position.
Zayn kisses on my neck, biting just a bit at first. He kneels behind me, nails scratching down the entire length of my back. I hiss at the pleasurable act. His hands trail to my center quickly, I am still soaking from my release just moments ago.
Zayn’s smokey vocal chords speak,“fuck! Haz, she’s still drenched.” His words are taunting and amazed at the same time. I had almost forgotten about Harry patiently waiting in the corner of the room. My eyes gaze into his perfect green emerald, he is pumping his cock, bringing it back to life. I feel Zayn at my backside. I keep eye contact with Harry as Zayn pushes his full length into me. My eyes linger as long as possible until the sensation becomes too great. Moans wash over me and I instinctively close my eyes. Zayn’s voice is like gravel, “No princess, eyes open,” he instructs me, “watch Harry while I’m fucking you babe.” His hand lightly grips my jaw, encouraging me to look. I open my eyes again and Zayn pulls out, pushing back in speedily.
This angle is new to me, brushing against my g-spot instantly. His forceful hips bury mine into the mattress. Zayn grips my sides, putting more weight on me as his length finds a new depth. My eyes are still concentrated on Harry, still watching him jack off to the sight of Zayn fucking me. Each forceful thrust brings me closer. “Haz, come here.” Zayn forced the words though his grunts.
Harry obeys Zayn, walking to the foot of the bed where my head rests. Zayn and Harry help me move closer to the edge. I gaze at Harry, standing tall before me, his eyes are laced with lust and sex. They sparkle. He guides his cock into my mouth, sighing almost immediately, tension leaving his body. Without the use of my tied up hands, Harry slowly brings himself out of me, then back in, matching the slower thrusts Zayn has taken a liking to suddenly. I am able to take more of Harry into my mouth with each pump, becoming accustomed to his size. I still gag, as Harry fucks my mouth harder and faster. My spit lubricating his motions, encouraging him to try to go deeper. He hits the back of my throat and holds himself there for a moment, a long overdue moan leaving his lips as he pulls back out. I can breathe again. Harry continues this, finding our own rhythm.
Zayn has sped up, his hands gripping me sides tighter as he fucks me. I moan, giving Harry extra pleasure. I know Harry has to be close. He twitches in my mouth, his sweet cum filling my mouth, met with loud grunts, enough to send me over the edge.
I swallow, and am thrown back into my own overwhelming sensations. Zayn fucks deep and hard. We are both close, Harry basks in his high, stroking himself through it. Zayn punches a particular thrust into me. I clench around him, my toes, fingers, my body numb as I fall over the edge. His loud grunts fuel me even further and he too finds his own high.
Out of breath, Zayn collapses beside me. I easily pull myself loose of the ties, Zayn pulling me into his chest and kissing me tenderly. Harry snuggles up next to me, his head resting on my chest. His head turns to look up at me, his sparkling eyes meet mine.
“Stay with us?” Harry’s eyes are pleading as he cuddles in closer.
“Stay the night?” I question.
Zayn’s arm pulls my in tight, his lips whisper across my ear lobe, “Stay as long as you want.” His teeth tug gently on my ear. I whimper and feel him smile into my neck. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
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