by Rhian Cahill
“Oh Logan.” She rolled her hips, granting his finger greater access to her anus. “Pl-please…again.”
With a chuckle, he traced the inner shell of her ear with his tongue, removing his finger from her entry.
She moaned, a raw protest ripe with hungry pleasure. “No fair,” she rasped, trying to snare his wrist.
He chuckled again, slipping his hand away before she could grab it. “I never promised to play fair, Bethany,” he whispered.
“Bastard…” she ground out, clawing at his shoulder. “Please don’t stop. D-don’t…I need…”
“More?” Logan asked, shifting on his knees as he raised his head to study her face.
She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut, her chest heaving.
“Touch her clit, Curtis.”
At Logan’s command, his friend slid his hand down Bethany’s belly.
Logan watched Curtis part her folds with two steady fingers, the tiny pink button of her clit revealed to them both. He sucked in a slow breath, wanting to feel that hypersensitive collection of nerve-endings under his tongue.
Instead, he smoothed his palm over her belly, her breasts, up to her parted lips. He traced them, reveling in the warmth of her breath on his fingers.
“I could watch you hang on the precipice of pleasure for hours, Bethany,” he murmured, feathering his fingers along the line of her jaw before skimming them down her throat to her pebbled nipple.
She whimpered, pushing her hips higher. “Logan…I want…I’m going to…come soo…I want…”
Curtis moaned against her breast, rolling her clit with the tip of his middle finger.
“Me inside you again?” Logan asked. The blood not turning his cock to a steel pole roared in his ears.
Tortured pleasure etched her face. She let out a strangled groan, nodding even as she reached for Curtis’s wrist. “Yes. Yes.”
Before she could close her fingers around his friend’s wrist, Logan stilled her hand, moving it to the cushion beside her head and pinning it there.
“You want my fingers inside you as Curtis’s fingers your clit?”
A ragged whimper escaped her. She nodded, opening her eyes to stare up at him. “Yes.”
Without a word, Logan trailed his fingers down her arm, over her breast, her nipple, her belly.
She gazed into his eyes the whole time, her breath growing faster.
“Fucking do it, dude,” Curtis growled from her breast. “I’m about to fucking blow my load, I’m that turned on.”
A rush of hot lust and desire cramped Logan’s belly. He shot his best friend a quick look, his head giddy.
Curtis gave him a single nod. “Do it. Please, mate, do it. Before I pass—”
Before Curtis could finish the request, Logan pressed two fingers to Bethany’s sodden slit and penetrated her heat.
She arched, driving her hips upward, digging her heel in his back as she tried to pull herself harder to their hands. “Fuck, fuck, yes. That’s…that’s it. I’m going to…I’m going to come s-soon.”
Logan’s erection pulsed, straining against the inside of his jeans. He drew in a slow breath, watching the raw pleasure etch her face as he stroked her inner walls with the tips of his fingers. “Not until I say so, Bethany,” he instructed. She whimpered, tormented rapture on her face as she nodded.
His heart slammed in his chest, his throat, his ears. Still staring at her enrapt expression, he reached for the nipple he’d recently been sucking and closed his fingers around its pebbled form. “Pinch her clit, Curtis.”
Without waiting to see if his best mate followed his order, Logan pinched Bethany’s nipple. Hard.
“Fuck!” She bucked on the sofa, head thrown back, her cry high and ripe with pleasure. “Oh fuck…”
He ground his teeth, his head swimming, on the verge of losing control. The need to release his cock, to bury it into Bethany’s slick sheath…
Rolling his fingers over her nipple, he pulled a deep breath. “Again.”
Once again, he didn’t wait to see if Curtis obeyed. He pinched Bethany’s flesh, scissoring his fingers inside her faster as he did so.
“Oh God.” Bethany bucked, tossing her head side-to-side. “Oh God, Logan, please let me…please let me come.”
“On my hand or on my tongue, Bethany?” he asked, the tortured desire on her face filling his cock with urgent steel.
She shook her head, eyes closed, breath little but hitching gasps. “I d-don’t care. I just…need…to come…oh, please…”
Chest tight, he slid his stare to Curtis once again.
His friend watched him, his eyes ablaze with a carnal pleasure Logan felt all the way into his core.
“Rub her clit, Curtis. Hard and fast. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
In response, Curtis moved his fingers faster over her sex, the back of his hand bumping into Logan’s palm with increased speed.
Scraping his thumb over Bethany’s nipple, he returned his stare to her face. Watched her struggle with her need to orgasm as he stroked at the sensitive spot inside her.
Watched her cling to the brink of control. Watched her balance on the edge of release.
“Come on my tongue, Bethany,” he said, slowly withdrawing his finger from inside her as he lowered his head to her sex. “Now.”
He thrust his tongue inside her folds, Curtis’s rapidly moving finger bumping against his nose, his lips, his teeth.
He didn’t care. Neither, it seemed, did Curtis. His friend’s rhythm didn’t change.
The acceptance of the moment, the erotic perfection of the two of them working in such intimate harmony to bring Bethany to the peak of sexual pleasure flayed at Logan’s control.
As did the musky heat of her juices coating his tongue and her raw cries of wanton rapture as she came with a keening moan.
She slammed her hips upward, the violent move driving Curtis’s knuckle to Logan’s forehead. There was pain, but only a little. Pain had no hope of competing with pleasure this intense. Between his legs, his cock throbbed, engorged to a point beyond agony. To a point beyond comprehension.
He laved his tongue between her pussy lips, driving as deep as he could into her slit, gripping her thighs as he did so. He held her as motionless as he could as he lost himself to the intoxicating ambrosia of her release.
“Oh God,” she groaned. “Oh God, I can’t…I can’t…”
He lashed his tongue against her spread pussy as Curtis’s finger rubbed over and over against her clit.
“Oh fuck, Logan…” Her gasp rose high on the air. “I’m going to come again. Again, oh fuck, a—”
He yanked his head away from her sex, grabbed Curtis’s wrist and plunged his friend’s fingers deep inside her, replacing Curtis’s finger on her clit with his own tongue.
“Jesus, fuck!” She clawed at his scalp, the back of his neck. “Fuck, oh, fuck, I’m going…I’m going…”
Fresh wet heat seeped over Logan’s chin. Curtis’s ragged groan tore the air above Logan’s head, his wrist bumping in continuous jerks against Logan’s jaw. “So fucking tight, Sloan,” Curtis moaned. “So fucking tight and wet.”
Head swimming, body thrumming, Logan closed his lips around Bethany’s clit and sucked.
“Oh God,” she screamed.
“Fuck, yes,” Curtis growled. “Jesus, Logan, you’ve made her come again. It’s fucking flowing from her like a flood. And so fucking tight…so fucking…”
Perfect, Logan finished in his head. So fucking perfect.
Two weeks of imagining what it would be like to be the sole focus of both men at once, and she’d just lived it.
Oh boy.
They finally withdrew their hands and lips and tongue from her body. Bethany could only moan in grateful protest. She never wanted them to stop touching her, never wanted them to stop giving her pleasure. But she couldn’t take any more. Her nipples throbbed with pleasant pain. The ache between her thighs was sweet and tingling. Holy hell, her body really was on t
he verge of imploding.
And yet, even with the quaking shudders of her multiple orgasm still thrumming through her, even with the physical impact of their fucking on her body, she ached for more.
More of their pleasure.
They’d made her come more than once. It seemed only fair she return the favour in kind.
Shifting on the sofa, she levered herself into a more upright position, casting them both a slow smile.
Whereas she’d been almost crippled with nerves on entering Logan’s apartment, now she damn near thrummed with energy. It had been exactly as she’d known it would be, exactly as she’d fantasied it to be. Exquisite. Sublime.
Perfect.
Mind-blowing.
Moving her gaze to Logan, she slid her leg from around his body and pressed the ball of her foot—still encased in the six-inch hooker-heels she’d worn at the beginning of her seduction—to his chest. “Wow,” she murmured, exerting a little bit of pressure. “That was a rather impressive beginning.”
Behind her, his close heat seeping into her shoulders, Curtis laughed. “You could say that.”
Letting out her own laugh, Bethany grinned at Logan. “Now if you’ll excuse me for a moment…”
Before either man could say a word, she twisted on the sofa, kneeled on the cushion and reached for Curtis’s belt.
The Australian stiffened a second before a raw groan fell from his lips.
Wriggling her naked butt at Logan and smirking up at Curtis, she unzipped his fly and released the rigid length of his erection.
“Fuck me, Sloan,” he ground out as she wrapped her fingers around his thick girth and lowered her smiling lips toward its bulbous head. “I’m not going to do myself proud if you’re—fuck, you are…”
She chuckled at his strangled expletive, her mouth filled with his cock. It was so hard and hot, like freshly forged steel. She cupped his balls in one hand, smoothing her other hand over her butt to part her folds with her fingers, granting Logan a view of what he’d so recently been fucking with his tongue.
“Oh, Bethany.” Logan’s murmur stroked over the sultry delight mounting inside her again. “You’re playing with fire.”
Sliding back up Curtis’s length, she gave his balls a slight tug and then shot Logan a grin over her shoulder, wriggling her ass at him as she stroked her middle finger over the entry of her pussy. “I would say I’m playing with myself, seeing as you seem intent of keeping your dick in your—”
He moved. Fast.
One second he was standing a foot away from her, the next he was gripping her hips, his jeans-trapped erection pressed hard to her pussy. “Suck Curtis’s cock, Bethany.”
She hissed in a swift breath, her heart slamming into her throat.
She wanted both men to come. No, she needed both men to come. She needed them to blow their loads so they were all, once again, on an even keel. There was no chance she was letting this night end before all of them had been rocketed to sexual heaven over and over and over, and she was a firm believer in not wasting time when a job needed to be done.
And right now, her job was to make both men come.
But at the dominating control and ravenous want in Logan’s eyes, all she wanted was to feel his body sink into hers.
He held her stare, his eyes promising what she ached for. Craved.
Logan dominating her. Logan matching her pleasure.
Logan.
It wasn’t until she felt his palm smack against the curve of her butt cheek that she realised he’d released one hand from her hip.
Pleasure shot through her, glorious pleasure laced with wicked pain.
She gasped, her pussy contracting. The ache in her sex intensified. She’d never wanted to be penetrated by a cock like she did his.
Her head swam.
She stared at him, kneading Curtis’s balls with a trembling hand.
Logan smacked her again, his nostrils flaring. “Suck his cock, Bethany.”
“Wh-hat,” she asked, her voice a scratchy breath, “are you going to do while I’m doing that?”
For an answer, Logan smiled. Not a smug smile, not a playful smile. Not even his normal, self-mocking smile, but a smile so shy Bethany’s heart tripped a beat.
And just like that, she realized she more than liked the Australian IT guru. More than desired him.
There was no denying it. She was falling in love with him.
“Turn around and make my best mate come, Bethany,” he instructed, his voice gentle, almost humble.
She turned back to Curtis, unable to do anything but. If she didn’t, she may do something stupid like tell Logan how she felt.
Curtis dropped her a wink, the action as roguish as ever.
Bethany stared at him. They were so different, these two men. So different and so perfect together. What would they do if they knew she only wanted—
Pulse pounding, tummy fluttering, Bethany arched an eyebrow at Curtis. She needed to regain some control of her crazy heart. It was going to lead to haunted pain if she wasn’t careful.
Sex. That’s what this was. A fantasy come true. Her and the two hot Australian men making love to her.
There’s that L word again, Bethany.
“Think you can make it to the count of ten?” she asked Curtis, desperate to keep her voice frisky and playful.
He laughed, the sound growing wobbly when she trailed her fingertips up the length of his erection. “I’ll go one better. I’ll make it through the first verse of “Advance Australia Fair”.”
Bethany laughed even as her mind ached to know what Logan was doing behind her, what was he going to do to her. “Deal,” she said to Curtis, a heartbeat before she closed her lips around the rim of his cockhead and sucked him into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.
Just as Curtis began singing his country’s national anthem.
Seriously, there was no fucking use. With the way Bethany’s tongue rasped against the underside of his cock, with the way she kneaded his balls and sucked on his dick, he’d be lucky to make it to the second fucking line.
“God, Curtis, you’re a bad singer.”
Logan’s chuckled declaration stole the next line of lyrics from his mind. Or maybe it was the way Bethany smoothed her palm beneath his sac and pressed her finger to the puckered hole of his anus.
He hissed in a breath, struggling to find the words of “Advance Australia Fair” as hot liquid pleasure flooded his cock. Staring at Logan, he hiccupped out the line about golden soil and wealth for toil, burying his fingers in Bethany’s hair as he did so.
Fuck, her mouth…her tongue…
Logan stared at her lips sliding up and down Curtis’s length. His jaw bunched. His nostrils flared.
Bethany nipped at the tip of Curtis’s cock with her teeth, causing the next line of the national anthem to fall from his lips as hitching and choked as the previous.
With another chuckle, Logan shook his head. “Yeah, like you’re going to last to the end of the first verse.”
He moved then. Toward Bethany. Releasing his belt as he did so.
Curtis watched him, his heartbeat rapid, any hope of singing stolen from him.
Bethany continued to work his cock with her mouth, the rhythm of her tongue and lips echoing the pulsing pressure of her finger on his arse. He bit back a groan, and another one as the tip of her finger penetrated the tight ring of his entry.
“Fuck,” he burst out, slamming his hips forward.
“Don’t you mean, ‘Our lands abound in nature’s gifts’?” Logan murmured, slipping his belt from the loops of his jeans.
“‘In beauty rich and rare…’” Curtis stammered the next line of “Advance Australia Fair”. Jesus, what was Bethany doing? His whole lower body thrummed with charged energy and strung pleasure.
“‘In history’s page’,” Logan joined in, his voice deep and melodic, his lips curling as he smoothed a slow palm over the curve of Bethany’s backside. “‘Let every stage…’”
Bethany sucked her way up Curtis’s length, scraping her teeth with gentle pressure on his flesh.
Curtis stared at Logan, his head roaring, his groin throbbing. “‘Advance’,” he croaked. “‘Australia…’”
Bethany plunged down to the root of his shaft, her mouth hot and tight, and dipped her finger into his anus again.
“Fuck!” he burst out, bowing his spine as any hope of restraining his release shattered and he came.
His seed erupted from him, pumping into Bethany’s mouth.
She took it all, milking him of his orgasm, her finger teasing his back entry, her palm massaging his balls.
“‘Fair’,” Logan crooned the last word of the last line of the first verse of the national anthem just as Bethany withdrew her mouth from Curtis’s cock with a fierce sucking pop and turned to face him.
“My turn,” he murmured, looping his belt around her hips and yanking her to his body.
He crushed her lips with his mouth, and as Curtis watched, Logan made love to her mouth with his. He nipped at her lips, bit them, nibbled on them. He cupped her face with a firm hand, his long fingers splayed over Bethany’s cheek.
Curtis stared, enrapt by the undeniable vision of a man utterly lost to a woman.
Stared and watched and felt a wave of sheer joy and broken hope crash over him.
There was no denying it. Not at all.
They may be participating in a threesome, but for Bethany and Logan…
His friend smoothed his hand from her face, down over her breast. Curtis followed the path of Logan’s fingers, fingers more used to flying over the keys of a laptop than a woman’s curves. The sight of Logan’s hand skimming the side swell of Bethany’s breast with incredible reverence sent fresh heat into Curtis’s spent cock.
As did the raw moan that escaped Bethany as Logan slowly lowered himself to his knees at her feet and slipped his tongue between her thighs.
She raked her fingers through his hair, head back, eyes closed. “L-Logan,” she whispered his name, swaying on her feet a little. “I was…I was meant to be giving…”