But before he could answer, Jude ran a palm up the other man’s leg to the juncture of his thighs. “Let’s taste him together,” he suggested, tone husky.

Jude dipped his head, suckling Liam’s balls while she took the sweet cock into her mouth, pulling harder now. The object of their attentions made helpless noises, thrashing his head back and forth on the pillow.

“You two… if you don’t stop, it’s going to be over!”

Jude lifted his head. “Well, we can’t have that. Damn, I wish we had a way to torture him for a while without allowing him to come.”

“We do,” Lily said, loving the idea. “Wait here.”

Hurrying to her room, she raided her stash of toys and quickly returned carrying several items. She laid them on the bed and pushed Liam’s chest when he tried to sit up and look. “No peeking.”

“Does that go for me, too?” Jude asked.

Liam rolled his eyes. “Man, that was lame.”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

“Jude, you’re going to help,” she said, placing a small leather strap in his palm. “Know what this is?”

He fingered the item, mouth curving upward. “Yep. Want me to do the honors?”

“By all means.”

Jude lifted the other man’s balls, taking great care to wrap the leather strap behind them and around the base of his cock.

“A-a cock ring? Oh, crap,” Liam groaned. But he spread his legs wider in a silent invitation for more.

“We have to be sure you won’t come before we’re ready,” Lily said. “Now for the next little device. Lube?”

Jude gestured to the nightstand and she removed it from the drawer, squirting a generous amount on the small butt plug in her hand. “Liam, raise your hips.”

He did, and she parted his ass cheeks, nudging his hole with the tip of the plug. “Be a good boy and relax for me.”

She began to push it into his channel.

“Oh… oh, Jesus!”

“Good?”

“Y-yes!”

“I wish I could see,” Jude pouted.

“He’s beautiful, his skin flushed, body spread for us.” When the plug was seated to the base, she observed her work with satisfaction. “There. Two more finishing touches, and he’s ready.”

“Two?” Liam croaked. “I’m gonna die!”

“Shush,” she said, rolling his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. “You’ll like this, I promise.”

Once his nipples were coaxed to rigid peaks, she took a pair of small clamps connected by a length of thin chain and sprang the serrated teeth onto one.

“Ah! Christ!” Liam writhed, pain giving way to pleasure.

“One more.” She snapped the second one into place, liking how his cry gave her a sense of power. “Liam, get up on your knees and hold out your wrists.”

He obeyed and she grabbed a length of rope, wrapping it to bind his wrists together, then tying the other end around a spindle in the headboard. Addressing Jude, she eyed her handiwork.

“He looks scrumptious, bound and filled, at our mercy.” She flicked the head of Liam’s penis. “He’s so hard, red and leaking. What shall we do with him now?”

“Lily, spread more of the cheesecake on his cock.”

Liam angled his head and watched, wide- eyed, as Lily reapplied the confection and Jude again sucked her fingers clean.

“Now hand me the dessert and get underneath him, on your back,” Jude said.

She pushed it across the bed to him until the edge of the plate touched his fingers. He smiled and scooped some as well.

“Go ahead and sample more of our boy while I spread this all over your pussy.”

Oh, yes! She positioned herself between Liam’s spread knees and swallowed his cock once more, loving his unfettered delight as he cursed, thrusting between her lips.

Cool cream touched her heated flesh, oozed, sinfully naughty. “Let me see how you taste,” Jude said.

When his lips nibbled her labia, tongue flicking out to lap her, she gasped around the shaft in her mouth. This was wicked, like nothing she’d ever done before. Liberating. Exciting.

She renewed her efforts at sucking Liam as Jude did the same to her. The three of them writhed together, the temperature reaching the boiling point at warp speed. She was dripping wet now, in heat, pushing into Jude’s face as she devoured the hard cock, taking him down her throat again and again.

“Jude… get inside her, please! I’m not gonna last much longer.”

His friend obliged, leaving her for a moment, and she almost protested. A condom wrapper crinkled, and then Jude was there, shoving inside her. Deep and hard. Grasping her hips, he began to shaft her. He wasn’t gentle, and his actions set the tone.

They fucked her, down and dirty, one man filling her mouth, the other her pussy. She was along for the ride, taking every forceful thrust, her cries of ecstasy muffled. Spiraling higher, losing control.

Reaching up, she fumbled, and managed to release Liam’s cock ring, freeing him.

Liam shouted first, stiffening, and slammed his cock down her throat, the headboard creaking as he strained in his bonds. Salty cum sprayed and she swallowed rapidly, not wanting to miss a drop.

Jude went next, buried himself deep in her burning channel with an exultant yell, pumping and jerking. The awesome sensation of having two gorgeous men being so turned on by her, filling her with their cum, drove her over the edge.

She cried out as her pussy spasmed, bathing Jude’s cock, fire flashing through her body. It was the most wondrous feeling she’d ever experienced, being shared by these two.

As they all floated to reality, she blurted, “Do you guys do this often?”

“What? Share a woman?” Jude asked, pulling out.

“Yes.” She blushed. Why, she didn’t have a clue. She was no pure, naive virgin.

Scooting from between Liam’s legs, she sat up and untied his wrists.

“No, we don’t,” Liam answered. Removing the butt plug and nipple clamps, he set them on the nightstand and got comfy. Propped on the pillows, he gazed at her, sexy as hell. “We have, but seldom.”

“I never would have guessed. You guys blew my mind.”

“Your mind? Sheesh! My brain is mush,” Liam complained good-naturedly.

“You were fantastic, Lily,” Jude said softly. “Sexy as hell, the way you put Liam through his paces. What did we do to deserve such a special woman?”

“Oh, God.” Tears stung her eyes.

Jude thinks I’m special.

“I don’t know what to say.” Do. Not. Cry. She was glad Jude couldn’t read her now.

“Say you’re not going anywhere for a good long while.”

“I’m not,” she said quietly.

Jude leaned closer. “Kiss us, baby.”

They closed in on either side of her, seeking her mouth. She melted into them as two sets of lips met hers, hot tongues spearing her mouth, tangling together. Suckling, an affirmation of what they’d shared. A promise of friendship from Liam.

Of something much more from Jude.

A promise she couldn’t let him keep.

Lily broke the kiss first, heart heavy. “You guys relax while I go next door to my room and clean up. When I come back, I’ll pour us more wine, so don’t move.”

“Hurry back,” Liam said. The two men got comfortable and closed their eyes, leaving a spot for her in the middle.

She practically fled, as though she could outrun the horrible act she was about to commit.

How could it feel so wrong to take out a traitor to the U.S., something she’d done countless times in the past?

Ruthlessly, she squelched the running dialogue of doubt before it drove her crazy. In her room, she grabbed a nightshirt and carried it to the bathroom, where she hurriedly washed the rest of the sticky dessert from her sex. Then she yanked the shirt over her head and went to one of the locked cases in her walk- in closet.

Checking to make certain the men had stayed put, she heard their voices in Jude’s room. Satisfied, she bent to her task and opened the case. Nestled in foam rubber were all sorts of toxins and their antidotes. Liquid in tiny bottles, fast- dissolving pills, capsules, syringes.