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Brad's head remained turned and his eyes were fixated on watching the two of them. With a soft blush he moaned. Between fingering himself and watching Cole get to run his fingers along what must have been Ashlyn's firm stomach, he couldn't help but be a little envious of both of them. The Major because he wanted to touch the Colonel in such a way, and the Colonel because he wanted to be touched in that was as well.

With a light shiver he gasped, feeling his body already adjust to two fingers, and slowly a third worked its way in, spreading and weakening the ring of muscles to easily accept something much larger than just a few digits. His face was soon a bright shade of pink while his heart beat faster. The fact that the two of them were watching him aroused him greatly, and only made his fingers plunge in faster in eagerness.

His ears picked up Cole's words and made him shiver lightly. Brad wasn't aware that the Colonel would play a bigger role than just watch, and now he found himself excited about it as well. When he heard the word slave, his ears perked up immediately and he softly nodded, leaning his upper body deeper into the machine while his other hand let go and reached for his stirring erection. With a soft moan he grasped on firmly, running his fingers up and down slowly to match the rhythm of his penetrations.
 
Practically nuzzling the Colonel, he watched his lover reach forward and stroke himself, revealing the pink head that tipped the pale shaft. Brad was performing so well, listening to his tone and following the instructions of the â??masterâ??. Licking his lips, he grinned and playfully pressed his own erection against the Colonelâ??s hips. It pressed against her bottom, just throbbing warmly, but not indicating that he was going to do something to her.

â??Try to match his pace, Colonelâ?¦â? he murmured against her neck. Gently grasping her wrist with his right hand, he maneuvered the hand so that it touched the very top of her pants. Since it wasnâ??t his own hand, he couldnâ??t control her finger movements, but he was trying to encourage her that Brad didnâ??t have to be the only one who touched himself. Cole found that he wanted nothing more than to bury his shaft into his lover at the moment. To pull that fist pumping in three digits into the tight anus, and then shove his cock in and press his caramel body against the paler one.

But things shouldnâ??t be taken too quickly, and for now, he would let his lover continue with the show, and for the Colonel to get into the mood enough. Only after she was into it, would he suggest a different position, so that they were all going to be pleasured. Perhaps nothing too intensive for the virginal woman, but enough where it was more than the simple masturbation that she had performed for them a few nights before.
 
As Brad worked up his tempo and worked in a third finger, she bit her lip and made a small sound, a little dizzy from Cole's touches, even if they were more comforting than sexual. It made her wonder if Cole was strictly into men and simply teasing her because it was entertaining and because Brad's eyes sometimes drifted towards her. She really wondered where she fit in with the two of them. Feeling of press of something warm and stiff against her backside, she shivered, knowing exactly what it was. She had to keep herself from pressing back and grinding. It seemed more like an indication that he was still there, the Conductor of this whole thing. As he spoke, she found her eyes drifting to where Brad gripped his shaft and stroked almost in time with his thrusts. Could she match that pace? She felt her hand being moved to the top of her pants and she looked at Cole out of the corner of her eye, cheeks flushed red. She knew he wanted fun and games, but she didn't have a place here, did she? Once he got what he wanted, she would be nothing, right?

Even as her thoughts grew more and more dark and depressing, she found her hand moving to slide inside her pants and stroke at her throbbing clit. She rubbed slow at first before she felt compelled to try to match Brad's pace. Her strokes began to increase, chasing away some of her thoughts, but not all of them. Where would she be after all of this? She didn't know and soon she increased her pace to the point where she couldn't think anymore and simply focused on pleasuring herself, even with Cole behind her, able to see all she did to herself. But she couldn't allow herself to think about it or she would lose her rhythm. She slipped one finger into her tight channel and worked it along with her clit, her finger moving in and out while her palm rubbed against her swollen nub. It didn't take long before she was producing soft moans and trembling against Cole.​
 
Brad's eyes remained fixed on the two of them, watching as the Colonel's hands slowly shifted down between her legs to touch and tease herself as well. The previous night he had found himself much too distracted with Cole's throbbing member to notice or enjoy her own show. However now he was free to watch her arousal grow with every stroke and thrust he gave. He wanted the two of them closer. He wanted them to not just watch but to come and touch him, excite him, and love him.

He shivered at the though as his hands paused on his member for a moment, biting his lip at the thought and remembering that Cole asked of him to touch himself more. He nodded softly although there was no command and continued. As his eyes were fixed on watch the Colonel's hands slip into her pants and touch herself. While she was matching his paces, he was matching hers, finding his rhythm shifting quickly to accommodate her changes in pace as her arousal began to peak and her speed picked up. Brad quickly did the same with a shiver and a moan of pleasure.
 
Pressing his lips against the warmth of the Colonelâ??s neck, Cole moved so that his hands were on her hips, while she gently touched herself. Slowly, he could feel her body heat up, as well as the motions changing. The Colonel was doing more than rubbing her clitoris at the moment, and he believed that was an indication to press a bit further. â??He looks lovely, doesnâ??t he?â? he muttered, his own erection pressed against her bottom and throbbing.

Swaying his hips in a circular motion just a few times, slow so that he didnâ??t surprise her, the dark skinned male breathed out an uneven pant. He was teetering on the edge of control himself, but with two delicious forms before him, one writhing like a true slavish whore, and the other just in the tip of training, he knew that this was his test for endurance and control. Steadying himself, he pressed his cock against the soft bottom a bit harder. â??Do you want to touch him?â? he asked, making it clear that the Colonel had the option of touching Brad, but Brad would not be allowed to touch back for now.
 
An unsteady breath left her as she felt Cole's hands slide to her hips, his lips on her neck. She didn't falter in her rhythm, which had increased as she watched Brad watching her watch him. He was matching her pace and so she had started to speed it up, wondering if he would try to catch up with her now. It was becoming almost like a game to see who could stroke the hardest and the fastest before someone came. The Major's question didn't throw her off, though the press of his erection went to her head and her throbbing vagina. Especially when he threw in those light circular motions with his hips. A strangled and soft moan left her on an exhale. She could feel his breath catch unevenly, could feel his pulse race against her shoulder blades. He was losing control, but regaining it slowly. It was probably Brad that was the source of this lack of control. He did look magnificent.

The press of Cole's cock was harder this time and she swallowed and couldn't stop herself from pressing back against him in the slightest. His question reached her fogged mind a little more slowly than she would have liked, but her answer was quick, though not too quick.

"Yes.."

Her voice was husky and smooth, low as she whispered. She wanted to touch the other soldier, wanted to touch both of them in fact and have them at her mercy for once, some deeper and darker part of her stirring as she watched Brad. But then it gave way like it wasn't there as she waited for Cole to loosen up against her so she could actually move, feeling stuck with him pressed so close to her and throbbing.​
 
His ears could easily pick up Cole's voice, and watched as he continued to gently tease against him. He had no doubt that as his body pressed closer to the Colonel's that he also had a firmly stirring erection that was doing the same. With a gentle shiver he bit his lip and moaned, feeling his member gently throb and spill some precum which quickly slicked his hand. His grip tightened more around his erection, making his strokes all the more firm, but more steady as well.

Brad heard the sounds of Cole's voice, asking to see if the Colonel wanted to come closer or if she wanted instead to touch him now. The idea sent a flutter going through his body. Cole touching him was always wonderful, there was no denying that. But at the same time... he couldn't resist the alluring curves of a woman, especially the Colonel. He looked back at her with eager eyes, glad to hear that she was also eager to touch him as well... He wondered what her touch would be like, unsure of what to expect from her, both curious and fearful of what was to come.
 
Seeing that both the Colonel and his lover desired this contact between the two people masturbating, he grinned and gently grasped Ashlynâ??s wrist with his larger hand. â??Best not to spoil yourself before thenâ?¦â? he muttered, removing her wrist from her pants to let it fall to the side. Holding her hips with both hands, each one large and encircling her hips, while emitting a warmth that was contrasting to the laundry roomâ??s cool air of the night.

Stepping up to Brad with the Colonel between them, he grasped he wrist again, and this time, led it to touch the pale and supple bottom. Of course, he knew he shouldnâ??t be â??controllingâ?? his superior like this, and paused at the last moment to leave her hand hanging there. â??Touch him in any way you desire, Colonel. Explore the new territoryâ?¦â? Cole instructed, using the last phrase as something he remembered part of every simple training that they were taught. His loverâ??s body begged to be touched and smeared into the world of pleasure and lust, so he would work on giving it to all three of them.
 
Ashlyn let out a soft whine of protest when he removed her hand, her whole body seeming to tense up from the removal of her pleasure-inducing finger work. She swallowed down another whine as he gripped her hips and edged her closer to Brad, who seemed practically overflowing with the need to be touched. When she was within easy reaching distance, she felt her hand being led towards Brad's soft but toned behind. It didn't take much prodding for her to want to touch it and when Cole spoke, she couldn't help but bite her lip and nod slowly, her hand moving to gently stroke the skin before her. It was soft to her touch, quite soft though there was toned muscle underneath the skin. Without much thought, she used both her hands to touch and stroke his ass and lower back.

Feeling a certain boldness, she gave him a light spank, wondering if it was okay and if it was something that Brad would want. She knew he liked it rough with a certain gentleness, so she had kept the little slap on the gentle side. On the other hand, she wondered if Cole was all right with her handling his lover in such a way. A heavy blush coated her cheeks as she felt her body heat and ache for something more than what her hand could give it. She slid one hand to his hip and grazed his skin with her nails as she brought them back to his rear and then up his back, leaving little red marks.​
 

Somehow Brad could feel the heat pouring off of the two of them and instinct told him that the Colonel was walking closer and closer to him. He bit his lip and for a moment his fingers paused, waiting to feel the warmth of her body on his. When he felt the foreign soft fingers touch his skin he gasped, enjoying the unknown sensation that caused his body to shiver with the lightest stroke. Despite being a strong well toned woman, her hands were still delicate and ever so sensual to the touch.

A gasp of surprise came from him when she administered the spank. The strike had caught him off guard and made him blush, looking back to make sure that she did in fact do so and that it wasn't just his imagination. Still, the burning sensation was wonderful and the fact that the Colonel did it made it all the more wonderful. His fingers continued working in quickly as she adored and gave his rear attention. With a firm grasp he took a hold of his erection again, moaning needfully as her nails grazed his flesh
 
The fact that Bradâ??s bottom reminded him of two little white buns, did nothing for his imagination, and it made him chuckle darkly as the Colonel found courage to give that firm and perky bottom a spank. The sound echoed a bit in the still air, only interrupted by their soft panting. Cole wasnâ??t exactly thrilled to share his lover, but he could see how aroused that made the paler male to have a female play with them and touch him in some sense. Should it have hurt? Perhaps, but they were soldiers, and they had learned long ago that there was nothing that was theirs.

Brad? Brad wasnâ??t his, but he was their countryâ??s. They all were, and as children of their country, they had the right to play with one another. Licking his lips, he reached out with his own hand, much larger than the Colonelâ??s, and spanked the other end. His hit was harsher, stronger, and provided the right sting that left the cheek pink. â??Face forward, Private!â? he snapped out in his firm training voice. â??Your Colonel isâ?¦inspecting you.â? clearly, he was leaving Bradâ??s pleasure up to the Colonel tonight, and the woman could please him as she saw fit.
 
At the reaction from Brad, she wanted to drive her nails deeper, spank a little harder, maybe bite, but she kept those things to herself. Being unsure of herself wasn't something she was used to and she had little to go on with this whole arrangement. Plus, she didn't want to upset either of them with what her mind was brewing up. She bit her lip, hands probing and sliding, nails grazing and leaving trails of red. As Cole spanked the other cheek and barked out orders, she felt some of her want to relent to his whims. But the words had been directed at Brad and allowed her more control over the situation. And it made her more unsure. She felt a tiny thread of panic forming, something she hadn't felt in a very long time and tramped it down by focusing on Brad's willing and moving form. He looked glorious like this, but he seemed strained, like he would soon need to come or would explode.

It was like someone had taken over her body as she slid her hand around his hips to rest at his thigh, kneading and scratching the flesh with her blunt nails. Her other hand trailed up his back to his hair which was short due to protocol. She tugged on the short strands, feeling as if his position made him completely vulnerable and submissive. She could still feel the heat of Cole behind her, and she wanted him to touch her as she touched Brad, to get himself mixed up in the heat. But she knew it was just wishful thinking. It wouldn't happen. The way she positioned herself as her bent and reaching over Brad, since she was shorter than both of them. But still, she felt this strange feeling to completely dominate and show him that she could take whatever she wanted.

"How does it feel, Soldier?"

She whispered with a command lacing her voice. Her question could have been to either of them as she dug her nails in deeper and pressed back a bit into Cole without moving her hips. It was proving more and more difficult to even think of untangling herself from them.​
 
Brad cried out when he felt that much more firm familiar hand strike him roughly, leaving a bright red mark. With a low groan his eyes shuddered along with the rest of his body. Those hits were much more familiar, but oddly enough the spanks and nails that the Colonel stung much more. Perhaps it was something that came from being hit by a woman or a superior officer? He didn't know, but the sensation was ever so wonderful.

Cole's tone make the Private perk up immediately. That tone was ever so familiar during the days that he scrambled quickly to shift himself forward, back ramrod straight while gazing straight. His hands were at his sides while the Colonel began her inspection. Her touches went from being timid to firm and eager for more. Her wandering fingers tickled his flesh before quickly causing a burning sensation to fill his body with every passing moment of her nails grazing along his body. He gasped and shuddered, his neck soon quickly succumbing to her touch when she tugged at it and arched firmly. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he heard her speak up and he struggled to keep that loud confident soldier tone.

"I love it Colonel. The stinging feel you give me excites me sir...!"

Despite all things he still couldn't help but moan through his cries, shivering and groaning as he winced. His erection throbbed firmly as he kept his hands off of it for now, and simply enjoyed her touches.
 
Just seeing his lover react so wonderful to his voice and the Colonelâ??s touches made Cole grin and wonder if some people were just made for â??lowerâ?? ranking. The way that the woman and Brad seemed to work together to make this experience was delicious, in the curves that her body gave, as well as the slowly melting voice of the paler male. Cole felt a small jolt of lust through him, coursing through his veins as he allowed himself to think of the rush he was given. Was it power? Perhaps, as he felt a strange sense of leading them all through their moments together. The darker male knew that he wasnâ??t the one in control of the situation fully, that at any moment, either of them could back out without word, or that at any moment, he might push the Colonel too far and sheâ??d end Brad and himself.

But the heat coming off of her that was beyond the regular body temperature protested his thoughts. Placing a hand on her lower back, he slipped the large and firm palm up the shirt she wore and felt heated flesh. His palm was a bit sweaty, but that allowed him to slip his fingers up further, smoothing over her skin, as he began to press closer to her. Coleâ??s weight was enough to force the Colonel closer to Brad, and soon, she would be sandwiched between the two men; one desperately needing, and the other lustfully charged.

â??Two of the most wonderful things youâ??ll ever experience, Colonel.â? mocha-peach lips brushed against Ashylnâ??s neck. â??The pleasure of dominating,â? one hand placed itself on hers, almost as if to reaffirm that she was holding Brad with the palm of her hand. The paler male was hers to pleasure, hers to deny, and hers to control for the time being. â??and the pleasure of being dominated.â? it was as if he was instructing her, as if he knew that she might retreat as a scared virgin, and was holding her down, both mentally and physically.

Force? Perhaps he could use it on her, and perhaps he was strong enough to hold her down. Did he want to use it? Highly unlikely, as he enjoyed willing bed partners. Still, the hand that slipped around her waist and into her pants was taking its own charge. Warmth flooded his handâ??s senses, as he neared the sex between her legs. â??Are you willing to experience both?â? fingers paused, just waiting for her permission to delve into the world that Brad and Cole accepted and used as a stress reliever.
 
As Brad straightened up, she moved as well, her hand still on his neck as her other rested on his hip. She could feel him trembling with sexual tension, desperate for release. Could she step that line and give it to him? She wanted to, oh did she want to. She bit her lip as a shaky breath left her, feeling Cole against her, even more demanding than before. She felt his hand slide up under her shirt and along her back, her body trembling under his touch as she tried to keep herself in check. But he pressed closer and she felt herself get edged closer to Brad and his naked form. She blushed deeply as she pressed her hands to Brad's hips to keep herself steady.

Ashlyn's attention was instantly drawn to Cole's voice as he spoke and brushed his lips against her neck. She shivered and bit her lip, the heat pouring off of him and the lust and demand in his voice making her want them more. She looked as his hand layered itself over her's which was on Brad's hip. It almost made her jump, but she knew that it proved the positioning in their little group. Brad was bottom, she was the middle, and Cole had most of the control. She swallowed against the feeling of rightness in that. She may have been the superior officer, but she was not the holder of power in this scenario. And she felt that she never would be. It made her that much more aroused and hesitant. She let out a gasp that held the tiniest note of fright as Cole's hand slipped into her pants and drew so close to her sex that she had to hold in a whimper. As he asked his question, she found herself truly thinking of it, knowing he was asking permission from her. She swallowed and did a slow nod as she spoke.

"Y-yes..but..no sex. Not now."

She murmured, feeling completely okay with her answer. She wouldn't be able to handle sex right now, certainly not. But she knew, that even if she wanted to fight, she would give in and give them her virginity. She already felt herself getting tangled further by giving them the green light. But she would stick with her answer and she felt her own hand creeping toward Brad's throbbing and straining erection.​
 
His eyes were faced forward, and Brad was forced to watch Cole's hands wander along the Colonel's smooth well-toned body. With a soft gulp his eyes fixated on the two of them twining closer and closer as Cole's hands wandered deeper into her pants. As her body came closer he felt the heat lightly pouring off of her form and spilling onto his, making his body shiver lightly as he gasped.

When Cole told her about her two options of being the dominated and the dominater, a spark of lust filled his body, the idea of her going beyond just spanking and striking at him and instead taking him just like Cole did before the other night, demanding that she call him Mistress and riding him roughly as she pleased... Perhaps even with Cole taking him from behind, spanking him firmly and thrusting hard into his body... At the very least the Private could dream.

However his hopes were quickly brought down when she said that nothing would happen, at least not tonight. Still he hoped that perhaps next time there would be something more than just a spank and firm touch from his superior officer, and that she would join in on their festivities even more so. Yet even so his eyes saw a hand move and wander down towards his member, which seemed to twitch even more with her hand coming closer and closer. With a deep breath Brad watched eagerly, wanting her touch greatly.
 
Power was something that Cole had learned to enjoy as a privilege, not a rightâ??just like most of things in the world. To have a hold on both of these wonderful creatures of pleasure meant that they gave him he power. The darker skinned male neither needed to take nor mentally steal that position, which made it all the more pleasuring for him to know the willingness of their bend. Upon hearing the Colonelâ??s declaration of what she didnâ??t want tonight, he knew that for now, his powers limited there, and that in order to gain more of this lustful power, he would have to earn it. Trust and strength of control was the basics of what he understood to gain this.

â??No sex, Colonel?â? he asked softly, reiterating what she had told him, while his fingers curled along the crisp pubic hair. â??That has many meanings to many peopleâ?¦youâ??ll have to be crudely specific. Perhaps what I am doing now could be considered â??sexâ??, and Iâ??d be violating you, wouldnâ??t I?â? his middle and forefinger curled around a small twisting locks of curls, feeling the smooth and thickness of the hair. Her warmth was pulsating to him, making him want to slip his fingers between her labia and to play with the little bundle of nerves.

His mind had been distracted, but when he saw that she was just inches away from touching Brad, his hold on her wrist tightened and he pulled her hand away with a bit more force than just stopping it as he had before. â??Private, turn around and sit on the machine. Spread your legs and show the Colonel exactly what she can play with.â? Cole instructed, wanting for Ashyln to see exactly what she was doing. As much as he wanted them to feel the pleasure in this, he also wanted for the Colonel to learn. Lessons would be best learned if she saw what she was doing.

Only after Brad moved into position with his legs spread, would he release her wrist. But in the meanwhile, his fingers would continue to rub the top of her labia, playing with the flesh of her crotch and the wiry hair that grew there.
 
"Fine, I'll be more specific.." She murmured with an edge as he began a slow teasing. She faltered in her edging closing to Brad and felt a self-conscious blush as he teased her pubic hair, which tickled. She had been meaning to shave, but stress and very quick showers had only allowed her to shave her legs for when she wore her suits. Besides, who was gonna see? But now she realized some of her folly, but couldn't dwell too much on it when she felt Cole's hand clamp around her wrist and halt her progression further. It stung, but she kept her wince to herself. She was the middle man, so to speak, and had allowed Cole to have power over her. She swallowed against a retort and focused on Brad moving to show her his front. She felt her mouth go dry as her face heated up further, turning her cheeks cherry red. Biting her lip, she looked up at Brad, feeling her excitement grow along with her trepidation. Regaining her speech, she said,

"No...vaginal or anal sex."

She had to be specific, and so she had been. She wanted to taste and tease and have it done back. But she wouldn't and couldn't give up her cherries-not yet. But with how she felt, tense and charged and alive, she didn't know how long she would be able to hold off on her urges and keep the men at bay before she begged or demanded that they remove the final barriers and handed herself fully over to them. A soft gasp escaped her the more he teased, and she kept her body tense to keep her hips from moving into his touch and to keep her from asking for more than just teasings.​
 
His eyes were fixed on Cole's hands, which were wandering down and deep into the Colonel's pants. It made him gasp and blush, his erection throbbing hard accordingly. Her expressions and movements that matched Cole's own were enough to get him to think of what it must have felt like for her... Such a wonderful sensation that was strong enough to make even words slip away from her tongue. His eyes looked up to meet the Colonel's and for a moment he could feel the same pleasure she did simply through a gaze.

As his lover grasped onto her wrist firmly to pull him away, Brad had to keep himself from whimpering at the sight, surely Cole wouldn't have approved of such sounds if he made them... Instead he did his best to focus on the sight before him, seeing the Colonel's form lightly writhe against those dark fingers even though she did her best to remain stiff. When he heard that she didn't want any sex directly today, he nodded his head softly, able to understand the hesitation unto a degree. That didn't mean they couldn't have fun nonetheless. But for now he remained still and watched the two of them, eager to see what would happen next just as much as his member was.
 
â??No vaginal or anal sexâ?¦?â? he asked again, his eyes focused on his lover instead of the Colonel. Licking his lips, he allowed the tip of his tongue to brush against her neck, while his fingers continued their quest of massaging the folds of her sex. Brad was completely focused on them, waiting for his own pleasure, and with the wanton display that the paler male made, who was Cole to deny him?

Reaching out with his other hand, now that he had let go of Ashlynâ??s wrist, he leaned them forward until the Colonel was practically leaning over Brad. It closed the distance between them, and gave him room to grasp onto the throbbing shaft before them. With his hot and sweaty palm, he began to pump the cock in time with the rubbing motions that his other hand was providing the top layer of the Colonelâ??s crotch. â??Tell meâ?¦Ashlynâ?¦am I allow to use my hands then?â? Cole asked teasingly, as his middle finger began to ease between her folds and press down against the shell of her clitoris. At the same instant, his thumb brushed over Bradâ??s slit, teasing the opening.
 
The Colonel felt a blush of embarrassment suffuse her skin at Cole's inquiry, like he was mocking her. The flick of his tongue against her sensitive neck sent a shiver down her spine and over her skin, making her legs tremble in the slightest. The release of her wrist made her sigh inwardly at the alleviation of pressure but soon she was practically shoved up against Brad and the washing machine. Putting a hand against the machine to steady herself, she felt a flare of heat as she watched the Major's hand grasp Brad's straining erection. As she watched with rapt attention, she noticed that he was moving his palm in time with his questing fingers. She swallowed before she heard Cole speak again in that teasing tone that set her teeth on edge. It caused the darker part of her to want to put him in his place and submit to her.

She didn't bother with an answer, not that she could have anyways for she felt pressure against her clit and it made her groan softly and shut her eyes. She felt so swollen and achy that her legs trembled anew, but she kept her hips from lifting and pressing into him. He wouldn't like it and she didn't want to seem like she was begging him for more. Taking a shallow breath, she dug her nails into the metal of the washing machine as if it could absorb her feelings.​
 

Brad's eyes flickered wildly, switching between the Colonel and Major. His firm tongue gently lapping at her delicate flesh, and his arms moving in tone to tease and play with her warm lower lips. It was a wonderful show to watch, but left Brad feeling a little envious as he wanted such attention as well. As the wonderful lover that he was, Cole quickly obliged him and a hand reached out to take a hold of his erection.

With a soft moan the Private's body shivered. The first strokes sent waves of pleasure shooting through his body and causing him to bite his lip tightly. Blue eyes fluttered while looking to the Colonel once more, seeing her body shiver lightly in a similar type of sensation that he felt. As Cole's fingers gently glided along his sensitive head he bit his lip and moaned softly, his body barely able to contain itself when such a delicate spot was being teased by that warm familiar hand.
 
Licking his lips, he grinned at how the two looked at the moment. The Colonel was feisty and attempted to resist his actions with her own way of little actions, but the look on her face showed him that she was enjoying this as much as she hated it. In fact, he was sure that the fact she had a small part of her hate giving up control was what made him want to throw her down to the ground and show her that sometimes, the act of â??rapeâ?? was considered pleasurable.

Cole knew better than that though, so he didnâ??t dare do such a thing. He also knew that his lover would feel oh-so-lonely if no attention was given to the pale flesh before him, so he would have to keep Brad occupied. â??Itâ??s rude not to answer to a question, Ashlyn.â? he muttered as he nipped against her neck, fingers in time with his hand. Teasing the clitoris while teasing the slit of his loverâ??s cock was like playing two different instruments that he was sure would sound beautiful together. Lifting his hand off of Bradâ??s shaft, he grasped for her wrist and moved it towards the towering flesh. Gently easing her to grasp his loverâ??s cock, he tried to convey with silence that he wanted her to masturbate him in time with what he was going to do to the moist vaginal opening.

Biting down on the juncture of her neck, he gave the wordless order, and teasingly dipped the tip of his finger into the wet warmth of her entrance. â??Galaxyâ?¦â? the darker skinned male murmured against the bitten flesh, leaving two crescent marks of almost aligned teeth on her skin. â??â?¦if either of you say it, then I will stop.â? it was, perhaps, the only time he would mention the safe word, and the first time he used a gentle and almost neutral tone in the Colonelâ??s presence.
 
"You may...use your hands..."

She ground out, practically mewling when he nipped her neck. She tried to sound more hardened and in control, but her neck was sensitive and his nipping was doing so much to her, especially with his hand moving like it was. Her voice had come out breathy instead. She felt his hand ease around her wrist and move her hand towards Brad's straining erection. She gripped him out of reflex and because of the gentle prodding that Cole did. She had a moment to herself before Cole bit down on her neck which made her gasp and moan, especially when he dipped a finger into her entrance and made her that much hotter and needy. She moved her hand over Brad's member, stroking him slowly at first to get a feel of him and that angle she was working with, but soon she was doing what Cole was doing to her. She teased his slit with her thumb before she moved her hand up and down his shaft. She swallowed at the sound of his voice and what the safe word was. If there was need for a safe word, she wondered just how far he was going to go before she had to use it. And part of her didn't want to have to use it at all.

Her eyes turned to look at Brad's face as she worked his erection just Cole was working her straining sex. She wondered if she was going it right and if it felt good for him. She wanted him to feel good, especially because of her touching him.​
 
Brad's body shivered lightly whenever he touched him, making him whimper and groan while his sensitive slit was teased and played with by those rough yet familiar fingers. When they pulled away he found himself needy for that touch once more, and eager to feel all of it from his lover. With fluttering eyes he looked back at him, watching as that dark hand guided the Colonel's closer to his member, until those soft and delicate fingers wrapped around nicely in a loose yet firm grasp.

Bard had also heard the safety word and was surprised. Never before was he given such an option. Perhaps it was because the Colonel was new to all of this and he did not want to frighten her or harm her in anyway. After all, she certainly was a keeper... He was eager to feel what it was like for such a strong yet slender woman to touch him, and when she did it sent chills throughout his body. With a soft groan Brad closed his eyes, Soon the touches became much more firm and confident, developing a stead rhythm he could feel his arousal grow for. He sighed in approval while gently bucking into her hand for more. With a needy gaze he looked up at her, his eyes glazed with lust for more of her inexperienced yet wonderful hands.
 
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