Joe plunged relentlessly into her ass, stroking deeper, harder, until the burning intensified, and she thought she wouldn’t be able to take it another minute.
Suddenly, Joe stiffened behind her and heat spurted inside her. Logan roared beneath her and come bathed the back of her throat.
As the men stroked and shuddered, Sarah felt a smile tighten the lips stretched so deliciously around the grinding cock.
Joe gripped her waist and pulled her up, leaving her impaled and sitting on his lap. Logan jackknifed up and turned, his legs spreading wide as he sat in front of her, cupped her breasts with his hands and leaned in to kiss her.
Joe’s lips skimmed her neck and shoulder. Logan sucked her lips while massaging her nipples.
Sandwiched between two heaving sweaty chests, Sarah closed her eyes and tilted her head backward to rest against Joe’s chest.
“That was fucking amazing,” she breathed.
Logan’s lips hardened against hers and drew back, a grin lifting one side of his mouth. “Girl’s got a potty mouth.”
“Girl’s been fucked half to death,” Sarah grumbled.
Joe bit her shoulder. “We’re going to lift you off. It’s probably going to hurt.”
Logan gripped her waist and picked her up, sliding her off Joe’s cock.
Sarah’s breath hissed between her teeth.
Logan lay back, bringing her over him. Her thighs slid to either side of his hips, and she knew what view she presented to Joe, but she couldn’t muster more than a groan.
The bed shifted. Footsteps padded to the bathroom. Water ran. Joe returned with a steaming cloth and washed her again.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do that,” she said drowsily, her cheek nuzzling moist satin-smooth skin.
“You’re mine. To do with as I wish,” Joe said softly.
“Then why am I going to sleep on top of another man?”
Logan’s chest shook beneath her, and she found herself rolling to her side and Joe’s long, lean body snuggling against her back. She opened her eyes.
Logan’s gaze was locked with Joe’s just beyond her shoulder. She didn’t have the strength to do more than wonder what their looks said to one another. “No fair talking behind my back.”
“Didn’t say a word,” Logan said.
“Sure. What would you need to say in private when you got everything you wanted from me already?”
“Stop it,” Joe said softly.
“What?” she asked sleepily.
“This wasn’t about me getting what I wanted from you. And it wasn’t about what Logan wanted. Although, I have to admit, you were…amazing.”
She liked the way his voice caressed that last word. “You’re a man. It was about winding me up so hard I couldn’t raise a word of protest.”
“What was all that cussing for earlier? And tell me that was someone other woman telling me what she wasn’t going to do?”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “You knew it was just talk. You got me to go along with every little thing you wanted.”
“I was gauging your responses, what your body was telling us both about what pleased you.”
Sarah huffed. “Could have listened to my mouth and not wasted so much time.”
He kissed the side of her cheek. “Your mouth is the problem, kitten. You shoot it off but rarely say what you really think or want.”
“You think you know me better than me?”
“I’m learning,” he murmured sexily. “That’s what tonight was all about.”
Sarah stifled a yawn. “What’d you two learn?”
“You’re damn loud when you’re pissed off,” Logan groused.
“Not something you couldn’t have learned from one of your spies.”
“You bite your lip and get quiet when something really gets to you,” Joe said, then paused. “No come back? Nothing smart to say now?”
“I’m tired. I want to sleep.”
“You’re tired?” He slid a hand to cover her left breast. “Your heart’s beating like a bass drum. You want me to drop the conversation because I’m making you uncomfortable. It’s because I’m getting close.”
“The only way you’d get closer is if you stuck that dick grinding against my bottom where it belongs for once.”
His mouth rubbed edge of her ear. “Does my dick belong inside you?”
“I’m right here. Now. And I’m wet. Isn’t that enough?”
“It’s a start.”
“Joe?”
“Yeah, kitten.”
“I’m not so tired now.”
Again, the men’s glances met above her. Logan’s mouth curved.
“Just to let you know, I don’t think we can do that thing again.”
“Your ass is strictly off limits for at least another week. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Logan rolled off the bed, and Joe’s arms enclosed her. He turned her, coming over her. Her arms and legs opened instantly to wrap around him.
His kiss was a sweet, suctioning melding of lips that generated a warmth inside her chest she tried her damndest to ignore. But the melting, choking heat remained there anyway, growing more insistent, crowding her heart.
When his hands cupped her cheeks as though she were precious, she mewled into his mouth and closed her eyes tightly.
Again, the bed dipped, and this time she nearly growled because she didn’t want the tenderness of Joe’s kiss to end. However, he released her lip and rolled away.
A glance at Logan’s steady gaze and the mask he dangled at the end of his index finger was all it took to set her heart thumping hard inside her chest and her body melting.
Joe thrust a hand beneath her neck and lifted her head while Logan fit the black mask over her eyes and tugged the straps at either side of her temples to make it snug.
She couldn’t see a thing, but they could. The thought left her feeling oddly vulnerable. Hard, muscled bodies stretched out beside her, flanking her. Joe on her right. Logan on the left. A hand cupped one breast and because of the angle of the thumb toggling her distended nipple, she knew it was Logan.
Determined to keep track of who did what, because her perception was all she could control, she concentrated on every little caress, every breath that gusted against her skin.
Joe’s head neared, warm breath then lips touching her shoulder, gliding downward to mouth the top of her right breast. His tongue flicked out and traced the indention between her breasts. Fingers plumped up her breast, but it took a moment to realize it had to be Logan because her mind was homed in on what Joe was doing, and her body quivered, waiting for him to touch her nipple with this slippery tongue.
When his lips closed around the peak, her groan was an inelegant “uhhhnnnn”. Logan squeezed her breast, forcing the tender tissue into a funnel that slid deep between Joe’s widened lips. He gobbled at her breast, suckled, and lapped around the areola until she realized her thighs scissored together building friction in her core.
Another mouth latched onto the opposite breast.
The men didn't work precisely in tandem. Joe gently laved. Logan lashed. Joe latched onto her nipple and mouthed it, his tongue rubbing the tip. Logan suctioned at the areola, biting the tip, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp and squirm.
With darkness surrounding her, touch, sound, and scent amplified.
The moist decadent sounds the men made had her cringing at first. So much sound bombarded her, the dull heavy throb of her own pulse, the moist clasp of her pussy as her inner muscles rippled up and down her channel, her breathy moans.
As wrung out as she'd felt when Joe had started, the realization that she had yet to experience the thrust of his cock inside her pussy ratcheted up her excitement.
Each touch of skin, lip, tongue, and rasping callused fingers sent darts of aching heat straight to her core.
However, it was the smells permeating the air that were the most obscene, the most erotic.
The tang of semen and male sweat, the
crisp, pungent odor of aroused pussy, hovered like a cloud. It embarrassed her, yet she couldn't mention it, couldn't resist what they were doing to beg them to let her bathe.
They controlled her. This time without needing restraints. They ruled her lust.
The men scooted down the bed, abandoning her breasts, and she shivered as hands and lips trailed her ribs, dipped into the hollow of her tummy, took turns swirling around her belly button until her hips rocked up and down, silently begging for attention.
But the men left her shivering alone on the mattress. The bedding above her rustled. Then hands she couldn't assign to either turned her to her stomach while another set pushed a pillow beneath her hips, and then another, until her ass was raised high.
Would they spank her again? Surely now, they'd fuck her.
With the flash-fire heat of her first orgasm past, her body demanded a slower pace, a harder, more intense experience.
Hands swept her bottom, pausing to rub the tender welts, then scooping between her thighs to force them wider.
Sarah complied automatically, easing apart her knees then thought better of it.
She wasn't a goddamn doll. She closed her stance, defying the hands pressing against her inner thighs.
She'd hoped for a laugh or rumbling command, just to let her identify the man kneeling behind her.
Instead, a tongue trailed the crease of her ass.
“Thought you were leaving that alone,” she said tightly.
The tongue continued gliding downward, pausing to circle her anus.
Sarah whimpered and pressed hot cheeks into the cool satin coverlet, and then slowly parted her legs.
A palm cupped her pussy, two fingers slid inside then pulled away.
A fingertip painted her lips, and she smelled her own aroma, licking around her mouth to taste.
Foil ripped. Twice. Latex snapped.
Blunt, thickness pushed against her opening, and Sarah nearly wept with relief. But whose cock was it?
Both men’s cocks were a generous size. Joe’s tip was round, the shaft thick with a uniform girth.
Logan’s crown had a lovely, flange around the crown, pronounced when she’d sucked him off, but her pussy wasn’t as discerning.
Besides, they’d both donned condoms. Was it because it made them feel more uniform? It couldn’t be because they cared whether they gave her anything nasty. She’d taken them into her mouth. Taken Joe’s bare cock into her ass and never once questioned the lack of protection.
She was reckless, but she wasn’t stupid. Why hadn’t she noticed? “We forgot something…before,” she mumbled, embarrassed to be mentioning it now.
“What’d we forget, Sarah?” Logan said in his silky voice.
“Protection.”
“You on the pill?”
“Of course.”
“Then don’t you worry.”
The cock easing into her, slowed.
“Shouldn’t we be the ones worrying?” Joe asked, his voice less relaxed. “You’ve got quite a reputation—most of it bad.”
Sarah groaned, not wanting to admit her past wasn’t quite so blemished. “That was high school. Mostly.”
All motion halted.
“Mostly a big act, Sarah?” Joe asked.
Her cunt squeezed around the long, thick column. “I’m fucking both of you, aren’t I?”
“It’s okay, you know,” Logan said softly. “We’ve both done our homework. You’re wild, but you’re not easy, not like you want everyone to think. It’s all right to lack a little confidence with us. We aren’t judging skill. We aren’t going to make fun of you if you get a little scared.”
“I’m not scared,” she groused.
“Should we be worried, kitten?”
Couldn’t they just leave the subject alone? “No worries,” she blurted, sorry she’d ever mentioned it.
“We trusted that you’d tell us if there were.”
Movement resumed. The cock burrowing its way into her pussy was plenty thick, slickened with a lubricant, she guessed, something that warmed with friction.
Hands gripped her ass. The cock thrusting inside her slid in and out in even, measured strokes—the motion so controlled, that after a minute or two, she bit her lips to halt the screech of frustration tearing at her throat to get out.
They remained silent. To trick her? To keep her guessing whose dick shafted her? They hadn’t said she had to be quiet. But could she be herself and not earn a punishment if she complained about the lackluster fucking she was getting now? “Okay, I’m bored.”
Chapter 6
Smack!
Sarah jerked at the stinging slap, but managed not to yelp—barely.
The motion continued, uninterrupted. Even strokes. Thick, blunt thrusts that crammed deep, but somehow managed to arrest her arousal.
She wasn’t going to get off this way. Her bottom burned, but the heat from the single blow did add an interesting kink. “Look, I let you guys get your kicks. I got both of you off. The least you can do is follow through.”
Smack!
“That hurt,” she gritted out. “But if you’d allow a little constructive criticism, you’d do better to slap my cunt like that rather than spank my ass!”
Smack!
Tears prickled behind her closed eyelids. “All right, so I know I’m a slow learner, but Jesus, gimme a hint.”
She cringed, waiting for another slap, but when it didn’t come, she drew in a deep, ragged breath. “So, you won’t punish me for talking, but you will when I make demands?”
The man behind her withdrew his cock and slipped off the bed. The mattress dipped. Thighs snuggled close to hers. A cock, this one not slick with her juices, centered on her opening and drove inside.
She groaned. “You’re not going to let me come, right? You’re going to fuck me raw, trading off so neither of you blows and I can’t either. That’s just…mean.”
The motion resumed, evenly paced, but at a slightly different angle. Due to anatomy? She’d thought they both possessed straight cocks and were of a similar height. No downward or upward curves or sideways kinks.
She’d have noticed differentiations like that, right?
This one’s angle of entry ground against the nerves deep in her vagina, stroking her special spot with just enough pressure that desire coiled deep inside her womb.
Sarah fought hard to hide her excitement. If they guessed, would they change up again, just to keep her on an agonizing verge?
God, she had to keep talking, but she couldn’t think. She bucked hard and screeched, “If I’d wanted to fuck a metronome I’d have hit on my old piano teacher!”
Smack!
Gawd, that felt divine. Honey oozed from deep inside her, coating the cock thrusting steadily inside her. Could he tell through the latex? Sarah came up on her elbows and arched her back, letting her mystery man’s thrusts force her forward and back and raking her nipples on satin until they were hardened pebbles, so sensitized by friction she thought she might come from cool, smooth abrasion.
A hand slipped beneath her. Fingers tweaked a nipple. Then a shove between her shoulder blades pressed her hard into the mattress, denying her that pleasure.
A sob caught her unprepared. Then another jerked her torso. The tears that had prickled, leaked, soaking into the silk covering her eyes.
The motion stopped. Slick snaps sounded.
Her body bobbed on the mattress as movement around her unbalanced her for a moment, and then her shoulders were being lifted, something warm nudged her chin and slid along her cheek.
Musky male scent filled her nostrils, and she stroked out her tongue and licked the bare, satiny shaft centering on her mouth.
Sarah sank, groaning, swallowing as the cock slid along her tongue and bumped the back of her throat. She sucked it, murmuring a protest when hands cupped her face and brought her up then slowly down.
“Be careful not to bite,” came a voice too strained to identify.
Sarah n
odded around the cock and continued to rise and fall.
Weight redistributed on the mattress, hands closed on her hips. A cock nudged against her entrance, and then thrust sharply inside.
She gasped, her pussy tightening, her mouth clamping hard around the cock, lips shielding her teeth.
Sharp thrusts tunneled deep, quickening, strengthening.
Sarah hung on the hands gripping her shoulders, accepting the shallow upward thrusts into her throat, trying to quell the palsied shudders of her own body as she was fucked, deliciously, thoroughly.
She wanted to come, hovered on the very edge, but fought the urge to surrender, waiting—waiting as the man behind her pounded her pussy.
Liquid spilled from her depths, adding satisfyingly wet noises to enflame her senses as his belly and balls slammed into her buttocks and cunt.
Pleasure washed her skin in waves of heat. Sweat broke out on her back, breasts and face. Her jaws and lips cramped, straining to remain open, but she didn’t dare balk, not by action or groan.
She was close. So goddamn close.
Hands slipped around her belly and burrowed between her legs. A finger touched her clit.
A mewling, strangling cry erupted from her throat, muffled by the plunging cock. But they heard.
“Now, Sarah. Come now.”
Joe’s voice. She shattered into a million pieces as salty come bathed her throat in sweet heat, and the man behind her exploded in a flurry of short, harsh thrusts that banged her forward and back until she had to come off the cock in her mouth or risk suffocating. She screamed and fell limply downward, her cheek sliding along a moist shaft, cuddling it, kissing it.
Lips glided along her shoulder, pressing through her hair and against her neck. Hands soothed her head, caressed her breasts, her waist, encircling her, and holding her close as his body shuddered and shook with the last scalding emissions jetting against her womb.
The mask was tugged away, and she turned her face, looking up the length of the cock she’d worked to find Logan, his skin ruddy with exertion, his expression soft and pleased.
Sarah stroked out her tongue and licked him. As close to a kiss of gratitude as she could manage.
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