...Noel quickly realized Melanie was playing this to the hilt. But if that’s what it took for them to move forward, so be it. Aaron didn’t look too thrilled that she’d called his bluff. His brother should have known better than to screw with a pissed-off woman. Noel had already put his foot in his mouth too many times tonight. He deserved the ass-whoopin’ and would take it like a man. He hoped she made it hurt, because right now the prospect of having her lay a belt over his bare bottom turned him on something crazy.

He kept his gaze from Aaron as they stripped to nothing. Melanie paced around them, lightly slapping the leather belts into her palm while she waited. God, she was hot. He wanted to bend her over and fuck that tight, wet cunt of hers until she screamed out her orgasm.

“Good,” she said when the last stitch of clothing was gone.

They stood there, staring at the wall, while she continued her pacing.

“Impressive erections, boys.”

She looped the belts around their dicks and stroked. A groan tore out of Noel’s throat. It matched Aaron’s.

“And all moist at the tips, too.” She stroked again and a shudder rippled through Noel. “I’d bet you’d both love to have me lick it off…wouldn’t you?”

God, yes. Neither answered.

“I asked you a question.”

Without warning the belts cracked. Fire raced over Noel’s ass, licking at his balls, swelling them, along with his cock.

“Answer me when I talk to you.” Another stroke stung them.

“Yes,” they gasped out.

“That’s better.” She paced again, then grabbed the coffee table and pulled it into the center of the room. “Now…bend over the table. Toes on one side, fingers on the other. I want those asses high, legs spread. Oh…and make sure the tips of your cocks are kissing that table.”

They did as ordered. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, but his dick touching the cool wood did things to his brain Noel never anticipated. It was all he could do to keep from fucking it.

Melanie nudged his legs further apart. Nimble fingers cupped his sac, kneading his balls until he groaned with pleasure. Two strokes rained on his ass. Then she moved to Aaron. Noel’s cock twitched with the sound of the belt snap.

She was next to him again, this time running her finger along the underside of his cock. Noel whimpered from the need for more. He got it—five quick spanks over his ass. He raked his cock into the table, fighting the rush, yet silently begging for it, too.

Melanie followed a torturous pattern—balls, cock, belt—three more times. His pants for breath and moans echoed Aaron’s. Just as he was anticipating the next round, she stopped.

“Nice and rosy.” She rubbed her hand over his butt, then down to his sac and cock. “I should do it until neither of you can sit down. Don’t move. I’ll be right back. No talking or hand-jobs while I’m gone.”

Noel was so close to coming, a sneeze would put him over the edge. Blood pulsed to his groin, adding to his…discomfort. He glanced his brother’s way. Aaron’s arms shook from the effort to stay in position. He was about to dare ask if he was as turned on as Noel when Melanie returned.