“See the way they look at you? Like they’re starving. Dying to taste your sweet pussy.” Logan said, his voice calm despite the storm brewing inside of him.
~*~*~
Sam felt exposed. The hungry gaze of two men upon her as she sat on Logan’s lap, her legs splayed wide, her sex on full display for their viewing pleasure. And she was so hot.
Logan told her earlier that she liked to be watched. It was something she’d tried repeatedly to deny to herself in recent days, but tonight, as their gazes bore into her flesh, she finally accepted it. Seeing the way these two alpha males, with their long, sleek bodies, thick, powerful legs stared back at her, made her wetter than she had ever been.
Watching as Luke nearly tore off his own jeans, Sam’s gaze froze on the long, hard length of him as he gripped his cock with one hand, his eyes locked on her. It was like watching Logan, while still having him beside her, a fantasy few people would ever get to live out. As she watched Luke stroke his thick, hard length, her eyes were drawn to the man standing beside him.
Nearly as tall as Luke and Logan, Cole was a force to be reckoned with. He was thicker than either twin, his arm muscles bulging as he mirrored Luke, removing his own clothes as his gaze remained locked between Sam’s thighs.
His sun kissed blond hair was short, his piercing blue eyes as bright as a gas flame, heating her from the inside out. Unlike Luke or Logan, Cole’s chest was smooth, hairless, and rippling with tension. His male nipples were hard points on a flawless form, his abs tight, and his steel hard erection was thick as he held it firmly in his hand, rubbing his other hand over the heavy, hairless sac between his legs. The man was a sensual dream, rock hard muscle and barely restrained strength.
Her eyes darted back to Luke, who appeared to be looking past her, obviously looking to Logan for direction. Not a word was said though, the tempo of the music lending the night a hedonic feel. As she held her breath, anxiously waiting for one or both of them to approach, to silence the throb between her legs, Sam was shocked at what happened next.
“On your knees.” Luke ordered, and at first, Sam was confused, unsure who he was talking to. Then, she witnessed the knowing look on Cole’s ruggedly handsome features, a look of defiance in his eyes that contradicted his movements.
Surely he wouldn’t!
Sam held her breath, felt Logan’s fingers as they brushed light, teasing caresses over her inner thighs, lingering right where she wanted him, but not close enough. She was mesmerized by the sight before her; these two masculine males, an aura of danger emanating in the air around them.
Watching the two men, Cole silently defying Luke’s demand, Luke’s penetrating stare daring Cole to disobey. It was erotic, and beyond imagination.
Sam wasn’t a prude when it came to reading fantasies, she’d spent more than one sleepless night throwing herself into a sheet scorching erotic romance, including those that involved two men who sought pleasure in one another, but never in her wildest dreams would she have thought to see it for herself.
As Luke took one step closer to Cole, then another, both men facing off in a hedonistic battle of wills, Sam held her breath, anticipating what would come next. The sheer eroticism of the act had her thighs tightening, her pussy spasming, and her breasts tingling. The dark, perverse side of her wanted to watch as Cole succumbed to Luke’s overwhelming domination, the other man on his knees, offering himself and the satisfaction Luke would be able to find in his arms.
“What you’ve seen so far is nothing.” Logan whispered, bringing her back to the moment, his lips nipping and sucking on the overly sensitive skin of her neck.
What she saw before her were two stallions gearing up to battle for domination, yet watching them, she knew which one would come out on top.
“On your fucking knees.” Luke demanded, his tone darker, a hint of anger tingeing the words.
And one step closer, Luke pressed one hand on the other man’s shoulder; Sam watched in expected awe as Cole defied him once again, his powerful thighs straining to keep his legs from buckling beneath him. But, despite Cole’s reluctance, Sam could see the slight tremble in his hands, the flood of adrenaline as it coursed through his arms and legs, his chest muscles rippling with the need to hold back, but the desire to do as he was told.
She knew how he was feeling, had felt exactly that a time or two when her senses were assaulted by the sensual domination both Logan and Luke radiated like fire lit from within.
And then slowly, his gaze never breaking from Luke’s, Cole lowered himself to his knees, his chest heaving, a sinful grin tipping the corners of his lips.
“Now wrap your fucking lips around my cock.” Luke growled, taking another step closer, his hand resting none too gently on the top of Cole’s head, his fingers twining into the silky, golden hair, Cole’s fire and ice stare daring him to force him.
As Sam looked on, that’s exactly what Luke did, though she could see Cole had given in to what would come next, one hand taking Luke’s cock, stroking roughly, much more roughly than Sam could have ever imagined doing, knowing his calloused hand would be abrasive to Luke’s otherwise sensitive cock, a look of pure bliss breaking through Luke’s handsome, dark features.
Then Cole’s mouth was on him, Sam’s entire body tightened as she watched, a voyeur in the dark of night, stealing a taste of Luke’s satisfaction as his hard, thick cock buried deep in the other man’s mouth, a buzz of need starting from deep within her womb, radiating out through her entire body.
Sam leaned back against Logan, wanting to feel him closer, needing to know he was there with her. The warmth of his lips on her skin, the way his fingers had begun teasing her clit with tiny circles was driving her crazy.
If he didn’t do something, she was going to go mad with lust, her body ready to go up in flames. When he didn’t seem to take the hint, she used her own hands to cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly, harder than she ever had, and still her body hummed from deep in her core.
“Don’t touch.” Logan demanded, his words clipped, his hands gripping her forearms and pulling her hands down to her sides. “You’re mine to pleasure tonight, and not until I say so.”
He was infuriating her, keeping her on the verge of an orgasm so powerful, she wasn’t sure she’d survive it. His fingers resumed their intrusion, one finger once again flicking her clit, while two fingers slid deep inside her making her groan from the potency of her body’s demands. When he stilled his hand, she pushed her hips forward, riding his fingers, forcing them deeper.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers.”
As much as he wanted to pretend he wasn’t affected, Sam could hear it in his terse tone, the way his leg muscles tensed beneath her thighs.
Sam opened her eyes, trying to focus, unable to not watch the aggressive way Luke held Cole’s head, ramming his cock further into the man’s throat, elicit groans torn from his chest, as he thrust harder, faster. She expected him to come at any moment, but he held on, bracing his legs further apart, his fingers gripping the other man’s hair tighter, the muscles of his arms standing out in stark relief as the power surged through him.
The look on Cole’s face reflected so many things, but not one of them pain. Still there was defiance in the way he knelt before Luke, as though he was held there against his will, yet they all knew that wasn’t the case.
“You like watching a man suck Luke’s dick? Does it make you hot to watch, to see the way Luke holds himself back? It’s the same way he is with you. Your sweet mouth drives him wild, makes him crazy, the same way Cole’s does.”
She could see the gleam in Luke’s eyes when he turned his head briefly to meet her gaze. She wanted to be the one on her knees in front of Luke; she wanted to be the one to take him to the back of her throat, to make him moan, to make him come. Her juices flowed steadily as Logan thrust his fingers deeper, bending them at just the right angle to…
“Oh God!” Sam screamed, unable to stop herself as she plunged headlong into a
glorious, soul shattering orgasm, unlike any she had known before.
“Did you come?” Logan asked, though the question was rhetorical, his fingers still buried deep, her bones languid, her muscles like water, as she leaned into him, unable to hold herself up. “I didn’t give you permission to come.”
Sam wanted to care, but her body was sated, yet another fire banked deeper than before, heat pooling in her womb, as she watched as Luke pulled his cock from Cole’s mouth, the other man still on his knees before him. And then Luke turned his attention to her, raising one hand while the other continued to stroke the heated steel shaft between his legs. When he crooked his finger at her, motioning her to him, Sam didn’t know what to do.
“He wants you, baby. Go to him.” Logan instructed, helping her to stand, her legs weak, barely able to hold her. As she took the steps required to get closer to Luke, she saw something in his eyes, something akin to desperation, a barely controlled fury.
“Come here, Sam.” Luke stated, his patience wearing thin, yet she couldn’t seem to move faster, couldn’t make her legs work. Once she reached him, he lifted her into his arms, one behind her back, the other under her legs as he strode toward the doors of his house, where he was taking her, she had no idea.
“Inside.” Luke instructed Cole, who had yet to stand from his position on the ground.
Sam realized that, despite the other man’s defiance, he was doing as he was told, which was all part of the game. Luke carried her through the living room, past the kitchen, to a set of stairs that led to a second floor she hadn’t yet seen. Why hadn’t Luke shown her this part of the house earlier?
Feeling more than a little vulnerable, naked in Luke’s arms, she gripped his neck, holding tight as he ascended the stairs, two at a time.
Once they were at the top, he opened a set of double doors that led to a darkened room. She couldn’t see anything around them, didn’t know where they were, why they were there, or what was going to happen next, but something settled inside of her when she heard Logan’s footsteps behind her. Since he wasn’t objecting, Sam decided to clamp down the questions threatening to fly out of her mouth.
The lights were turned up, she wasn’t sure how, but the room was awash in a soft yellow glow. What she saw around her nearly stole what little air she’d managed to suck down. The room was full of things she’d only associate with hard core BDSM and Sam wasn’t naive enough to believe she had any clue as to what these things were for. Again, her only experience came in the form of books read in the dead of night, alone with her own imagination.
But this…
This definitely explained the dark storm clouds that always seemed to be brewing in Luke’s eyes. She felt those penetrating eyes on her now, trying to get a sense for what she was thinking.
What the hell was she thinking?
She wasn’t, that was the only logical explanation, because the only thing she knew to do was to pull Luke’s head down, bringing his lips to hers. Brushing one light kiss over his succulent mouth, she looked directly into his eyes and whispered, “Show me.”
“Baby, I’ll show you everything.” There was so much promise in his words, her body tingled as his mouth crushed down on hers, her arms locking around his neck as their tongues dueled.
The kiss was broken long before she was ready to let go of him, but Luke lowered her to an oversized black leather sofa, easing himself behind her and then pulling her back against his hard body. He situated her similar to the way Logan had, although Luke was nude, his chest hair scratching her back, the hair on his thighs was a sensual scrape against the underside of her thighs.
It only took a moment to see what he was doing, positioning her so his cock slid between the folds of her pussy, from behind. God she wanted to feel him, but he wasn’t edging toward her entrance.
“Put your mouth back on my cock.” Luke demanded, the hard edge once again in place, though his hands still cradled her gently. He wasn’t instructing her, he was talking to Cole, the other man standing a few feet away, beautifully naked.
Luke kissed the side of her neck, licked his way around to the corner of her mouth as she turned toward him. She licked his tongue with her own, sucking it into her mouth, mimicking what he expected Cole to do to him now.
“Don’t tempt me.” Luke told her, then turned back to Cole. “Put your fucking mouth on my cock. You don’t want me to punish you.”
Sam watched Cole, a dark gleam in his eyes. Apparently the man got off on the pain, something Sam had no idea about, and she shuttered at the thought. There were some things she would openly admit to enjoying, even being curious about them, but purposely inflicted pain was not something she had any desire to try.
But to each his own and all that.
Cole crawled onto the couch, between their spread thighs, his big, warm hands gripped her ankles, then skimmed over her calves, the back of her knees, lowering himself closer to where she wanted him, but he wasn’t going to put his mouth on her.
She didn’t know this man, but she wanted his tongue inside her, his mouth sucking her clit, driving her to ecstasy while Luke and Logan both watched. Instead, she watched as Luke’s hard cock slid deep into Cole’s mouth, the other man laving it with his tongue, doing all of the things she’d wanted to do to Luke only moments before.
Logan wasn’t sitting with them, but he’d perched on the arm of the other couch, never far from where she was. She was grateful for his nearness. While her brain tried to process the erotic way that one man sucked another, she found she needed Logan. He grounded her, making her feel safe, though nothing about the situation made her feel safe. These two hard men, with their raw hunger and uncontrolled lust, as they held her firmly, made her feel things she knew she shouldn’t, made her want things, carnal things, that she’d swore she wouldn’t want.
When Cole’s hot tongue slid between her damp folds, Luke’s fingers holding her open, Sam could only watch as the fire tore through her. Luke’s cock pressed against her clit, Cole’s tongue bathing them both, lapping at her juices and sliding his tongue down the underside of Luke’s cock.
She felt Luke jerk from behind her, his arms tightening their hold on her. Her hips thrust forward, an involuntary reaction to the overstimulation, an unsubtle quest for more. She tipped her head back, her eyes closing as the flash fire started between her thighs.
“Open your eyes.” Luke demanded, his hands moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples as she forced her eyes open, the pain laced pleasure shooting to her core, ricocheting off of the spiral of heat Cole inflicted with the sexy way his tongue stroked them both at the same time.
“I want you to watch as he licks your pussy, the way his hot fucking mouth eats at you while you squirm in my arms.”
Sam nodded, unsure whether she needed to or not, Luke hadn’t been asking her permission.
“His tongue is so fucking hot. His hot mouth like a furnace. God, it’s so fucking good.” Luke groaned, and Sam thought he might come, but he held back, never taking his eyes off of his cock, lying between her splayed pussy lips.
Sam couldn’t speak. Couldn’t push the words past the lump in her throat. She wanted to beg for more, insist that he stop torturing her; instead she gripped Cole’s head with her hands, pulling him to her, feeling the silky strands of his golden blond hair brush over her fingers, another sensation she couldn’t wrap her mind around.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck his mouth.” Luke urged, biting her neck, small stinging bites, followed by sweet, gentle flicks of his tongue easing the hurt.
“He likes it when you force him.” Luke groaned, his eyes glued to the erotic play of tongue on flesh between her thighs, the way Cole sucked her clit into her mouth, his own grunts of pleasure echoing through the room.
Sam couldn’t deny herself the chance to run her fingers over the smooth, sleek skin of Cole’s back, outlining the well-defined muscles, watching the push and pull rippling over him as he pressed her thighs further apart, feasting on her pussy
like a starving man. There was a difference in the way he was with her than the way he was with Luke. There was no defiance in his gaze, no pulsing energy surrounding him, though he was taking her with a passion she hadn’t expected.
As hot as he was making her, as close to eruption as she was, Sam wanted more. She wanted everything these three men could give her, and worse than that, she wanted to watch. Turning her head so she could see Logan, his hazel eyes, still flecked with more green than brown, locked on hers, his need evident in the way he stood, the way he managed to keep his hands to himself, though she could see him holding back.
If he wasn’t going to let her hold back, then he wasn’t allowed to either.
“I want to taste you.” She whispered, her voice louder than she expected. All three men turned their attention on her, waiting to see what she would do next. Logan stood, unzipping his already unbuttoned jeans and lowering them down his thighs, the thick, swollen head of his cock peeking out between his fist as he stroked long and slow.
“Come taste me.” He told her, and it almost sounded like a dare.
~*~*~
Logan had been sitting to the side, holding onto the last shreds of his control as he watched Luke and Cole, one man’s head between her sweet, sexy thighs, the others hands pinching and prodding her nipples, the rapture apparent on her face.
If she hadn’t just come a few minutes before in his arms, riding his fingers, he would have thought Sam was holding back. Then when those crystalline green eyes locked on him, he’d nearly lost his breath. Though both of those men would bring her more physical satisfaction than any one man alone, she had reached out to him.
He watched her, the pink tip of her tongue darting out to lick her lips, and he wanted to feel her mouth wrapped around his dick so bad, he throbbed with the need. He’d lowered his jeans and had to grip his cock, holding back the urge to come right then and there, just from the look in her eyes.
“Come here.” He ordered her, and she turned back to Cole who was still feasting on her sweet nectar, the glow in the man’s blue eyes darkened as he took from her what most men would kill to have. “Now.”
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