Elemental Pleasure by Mari Carr Page A

smooth nylon rope three times around Lance’s waist and chest, binding him to the chair. When Preston was finished, he stood.
    “That’s it?” Carly asked.
    “You want more?” Preston countered.
    “His hands are free.”
    “I’m fine with that.” Lance traced her cheek with his knuckle.
    “We’ll need his hands, ” Preston said.
    Keeping her chin on Lance’s knee, she looked up at the other man. “How is it that we’re both naked and you’re still dressed?”
    “You’re hardly naked,” Preston said, drawing her up. “But we can remedy that.”
    Preston positioned them so their sides faced Lance, giving him an excellent view as she helped him undress. When his dress shirt and vest were heaped on the floor, she dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt before sliding his pants down his hips. His boxer briefs were tight, the ridge of his cock visible. She reached for the waistband, but he pushed her hands away.
    “No, I’ll keep these on. Maybe it will help my self control.”
    “What exactly are we doing?” Lance asked.

Instead of replying, Preston drew Carly to her feet and in quick, confident movements unfastened her bra and pushed her panties down her hips. She stepped out of them, suddenly a little shy. Now that she’d accepted these men would be with her for the rest of her life, it was nerve-wracking to stand before them naked. What if they didn’t like what they saw? What if she wasn’t the type of woman they were normally attracted to?
    Those thoughts fled as Preston urged her onto Lance’s lap. Her legs were spread on either side of him, her already wet pussy open and close enough to his cock that her lower body clenched. She smiled tentatively at Lance, resting her hands on the smooth skin of his muscled shoulders.
    Lance wasted no time taking advantage of his unbound hands. He pinched one nipple, while his other hand ventured into the wet folds of her sex. Carly grasped his arms tighter, shivering at the first jolts of pleasure produced by his finger brushing her clit.
    “Hold Carly still, Lance.”
    Lance’s hand slid from her pussy and she whimpered at the loss. He drew her forward so their chests were together, her head resting on his shoulder, face turned to the side.
    She watched as Preston returned to the box. When he stood, he held a tube and something that caught the light in his hands.
    Slamming her palms against Lance’s shoulders, she tried to push away. His arms came around her hips and back like steel bands.
    “What are you doing?” Lance asked Preston as Carly wiggled against him.
    The other man returned to stand in front of the chair. Twisting her head, Carly looked at what he held—a long, slim glass plug.
    “Good idea,” Lance said.
    “Are you…what are you…” Carly pushed against Lance, not really trying to get away, but needing to do something. Her stomach lurch ed, her belly fluttered, and she was so aroused, she could feel her heart beat in her breasts, her pussy.
    Preston ’s hands smoothed over her back down to her ass. “You said you’ve had anal sex before.”
    “Yes, but…”
    “We’re going to fuck you that wa y, so all of us can be together.” Lance’s voice was as strong as the muscles in his arms.
    With a shiver, Carly relented. She knew that. Understood their desires. She shared them, wanted what they were offering. She stopped pushing against Lance, and instead clung to him. Preston scooted her hips back, so she sat on the edge of Lance’s knees. Lance cupped her ass, his fingers tugging the globes apart.
    “Wait ,” she whispered. “I—”
    The cap of the lube clicked and Preston’s slippery fingers brushed the crevice of her ass.
    Lance whispered soothing words, his breath hot against her ear. “Shhh, gorgeous, relax.” He took one hand from her ass to support her head where it rested against his shoulder. Preston grabbed her ass cheek, pulling it to the side.
    One slippery finger circled her anus, then pressed against the