by Lane Whitt
“Yeah, I do,” Tristan replies huskily while Logan nods, swallowing thickly.
“My room,” Remy orders.
My heartrate spikes when I see the two of them following behind us, Logan closing and locking the door, leaning against it.
“Same rules apply to you guys: my game, my rules.” He tosses me roughly onto the bed, turning his attention to Logan and Tristan, getting their acknowledgement before continuing. They both seem nervous, clearly never being a part of Remy’s “games” before. I think I might pass out. No way is it healthy for one woman to be this excited.
“Kitten, on your knees. There you go, now move closer to the end of the bed. You two stand on either side of me,” he instructs us. A small smile plays on my lips as I await my next order.
“I want you to take off our shirts. Slowly, one by one. You can only touch the shirts, though, not us,” Remy tells me while smiling wickedly at me. How frustrating! He knows how much I like touching them.
I do as I’m told, shuffling in front of Logan first. I meet his electric-blue eyes as I reach for the top button of his shirt. I pull it slightly away from him so I don’t accidentally touch, causing an amused smirk to take over his expression. I undo the buttons at the cuffs of each sleeve, then pull the fabric over his shoulders and down his arms. Goosebumps appear on his arms, making me feel amazingly confident. I have to pull his undershirt out of his pants where he had it tucked in, but I manage to remove that as well without touching his skin. I sigh sadly as my eyes rake over his gloriously smooth and tan chest, lightly defined abs, and slim waist.
“Next,” Remy growls out, letting me know my little show is getting to him. In this moment, I feel powerful.
I skip over Remy, moving over to Tristan. Remy’s eyes narrow roguishly at me and I stick my tongue out at him. Faster than my eyes can track it his hand snakes out, catching my jaw. He moves his face in front of mine, dancing his tongue along mine in one long stroke. “I’ve warned you once about that tongue of yours.”
“Holy shit,” Tristan whispers heatedly.
Remy releases me and I meet Tristan’s milk-chocolate eyes as I reach for the hem of his t-shirt. He has to bend down to help me get it over his head, but I manage to get the damn thing off. My fingers twitch with the need to touch his pecs. Oh, how I would love to lick that thin line of hair trailing from his bellybutton down into his jeans. It’s barely noticeable, a sandy color, just like the hair on his head.
I hurry back to Remy, becoming impatient with this task and wanting to move onto the touching and being touched parts. I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood as I grab the hem of his shirt with both hands, pulling in different directions. I pull slowly, watching every inch of delectable skin on this mountain of a man as it becomes visible to my eyes. Finally, with a forceful yank, I get the material free from his arms and drop it to the floor.
“Our turn.” Remy takes a step back, gesturing for me to stand before him. His hand comes up to cup my jaw. I lean into him, closing my eyes to enjoy the simple touch. “You’re such a sweet girl, aren’t you? Now, kiss Logan while we divest you of these clothes.”
Logan’s hot lips close over mine, his tongue sweeping out to taste mine. I open for him, taking him into my mouth for a quick suck before chasing his retreating tongue with mine. At the same time I feel long, slim fingers dip into the waistband of my yoga pants and ease them down my legs. I continue my kiss with Logan as I dutifully step out of my pants.
“Fuck me. She’s wearing red lace. Can we keep her in these for a while longer, Rem? She looks amazing in candy-apple red, doesn’t she?” Tristan asks as one of my feet is placed on his thigh as he kneels before me. I pull back from Logan to see what’s happening. Remy takes that moment to pull my sweater up over my head, revealing the matching red lace bra and fixing my hair so it’s behind me.
Logan tilts my head to the side to get better access to my neck. “Of course, she does. She looks sexy in everything I put on her,” he says through nibbles behind my ear.
Tristan places a kiss on my knee as my eyes track him, those chocolate eyes solely focused on the lace between my legs. His tongue slips out to taste the skin of my inner thigh and my knees nearly buckle. Remy chuckles heatedly as his fingers find my nipple through my bra, pinching just hard enough to make me moan. My eyes close for just a moment, my brain trying to process all the touching at once. However, they snap open quickly when I feel Tristan’s lips and nose trailing up my leg to where I want him most. Oh God, please let them touch me soon!
I cry out in pleasure and shock when Tristan nuzzles my core through my panties. With a deep inhale followed by a long, slow lick, I fall back onto the bed like a heap of jelly. Three amused male chuckles meet my ears, making my face heat up.
“Don’t ever be embarrassed, Kitten. That was hot to watch. Now, plant your feet on the bed and spread your knees for us. Show your mates how ready you are for us. I want to see how hot and wet that little pussy is getting.”
I bite my lip and do as he asks. Even if he tells me not to be embarrassed, I do still feel shy. I think Remy likes making me blush, though.
“I like the way you think, Rem. God damn, this is so fucking hot,” Logan pants.
“Her panties are soaked. I think our girl is more than ready for us,” Tristan says as he strokes the material over my core.
“Oh, I bet she is. Move those to the side, Tris. I bet a hundred dollars she’ll cream harder once she’s exposed fully to us. Won’t you, Kitten?” Remy challenges me with a smile as Tristan pulls my panties to the side. The weight of three pairs of eyes on my most sensitive skin is almost more than I can bare. I feel my core pulse hard as I whimper in need.
“Please! One of you touch me,” I demand. “This isn’t fair. I need more,” I all but beg. Okay, so maybe I was totally begging.
“Told you,” Remy says smugly to the guys. “But that’s not how I want to play this game,” he says to me. My eyes nearly pop out of my head in disbelief. He motions for Tristan to take a seat in the chair beside his bed as he orders me to my knees again. “Logan, what would you like from Kitten at this very moment?” he asks casually, as if he’s stating we might get rain today.
Logan’s face shows his confusion as his eyes flit between the other two. “I…uh…I thought we were…What?”
I’m so used to seeing Logan extra-confident and sure of himself, it’s almost cute seeing him like this. I don’t know if it’s because of what we’re doing or if it’s because Remy, his Alpha, is in control and in the room, but I decide to help him out. As lost as he looks right now, I know he’s turned on and excited to be playing with us in this way, too.
Composing myself as much as my tightly-strung, jelly body will allow me I crawl my way back to Logan. Placing my arms around his neck I gaze up into his gorgeous face, my fingers brushing lightly at the chestnut strands at the back of his neck. “Remy is asking what you want to do to me next…or what you want me to do to you,” I say softly, creating the illusion of our own personal bubble. “This is meant to be fun and playful. You’re my king of fun, so I know there are plenty of things going on in that mischievous head of yours. I like doing this; it doesn’t feel bad or wrong to be intimate in this way. No one is going to make you feel bad or wrong for saying what you want. You have to trust that I’ll tell you if I don’t want to do something. And you should know me enough to know that I will,” I finish, hoping that the sincerity in my words is clear.
Logan visibly relaxes, his hands coming forward to land on my hips, his thumbs caressing the dips on my sides. “I didn’t want to ask what you do with the others…or if it’s something you just don’t like doing…”
“Tell her,” Remy commands. “If she doesn’t want to, she’ll tell you.”
“Right,” Logan huffs. His hand reaches out to my face, his long fingers brushing over my parted lips. Instinctively, the tip of my tongue reaches out to taste him. Logan’s pupils dilate, a rush of air leaving him. “I want you to put me in y
our mouth, Pretty Girl. Please.”
My eyes flit around the three of them, my face heating as I think I know what he wants me to do. Why couldn’t he ask me to do something I was good at! “I…uh. I would love to, Logan. But you see, I, umm…” I trail off. I can see the wall slamming down over his emotions and I panic, rushing to say what I need to before it’s too late. “I don’t know how,” I whisper, biting my lip and looking to the bedspread beneath me.
A finger comes up to lift my chin, forcing my eyes to look at Remy. “As much as that information astonishes me, it also pleases me greatly. What better way to learn than with three of your mates, who probably enjoy different aspects of the act?” He turns to Logan, clapping him on the shoulder. “You’ll have to walk her through it. Praise her when she’s doing good, tell her to suck, lick, speed up, or slow down. She wants to please you, so tell her how so she learns.”
Logan takes a minute to think about something before coming to some sort of internal decision. His hand shakes slightly as he reaches for his belt buckle, unfastening it and his zipper. He slides his jeans and boxer-briefs down, stepping out of them and kicking them free. He climbs up on the bed, shifting a pillow behind him as he spreads out from the top right corner to the bottom left corner. He gestures for my hand so I place mine in his, allowing him to guide me between his long legs. I sit on my knees, my butt resting on my heels. I take a minute to just enjoy the beauty of the man before me. Usually when the guys are intimate with me, we’re under blankets or we go from kissing to tearing each other’s clothes off. Now, though, I can see every inch of him. From his chestnut hair with the blue stripe slicked back, his blue eyes burning hotly, his pink, parted lips. My hands have a mind of their own as they glide up his strong thighs. I continue my perusal of my playful boy; his slim but defined chest has goosebumps forming, his tapered waist flexing his abs in excitement timed perfectly with the throbbing of his manhood.
I sigh in appreciation. My curiosity gets the better of me as I gaze as his long, hard length. I notice the very top of it is shiny and wet. For some reason I want to touch it, so I do, sliding my thumb over the wetness and enjoying the feel. Logan sucks in a harsh breath.
Remy comes up behind me, his hand rubbing my back. “You should see how it tastes. See if you like it.”
I nod my head. That sounds like a good idea. Bringing my hand up to my mouth I cautiously lick at my thumb, my eyes snagging on Logan’s as I do so. The first lick has me curious, but there’s simply nothing to compare it to. I close my lips over my finger, sucking off the rest of the shiny fluid. Logan closes his eyes on a groan.
“I don’t think I’m gonna make it. It’s even hotter knowing she doesn’t know how fucking sexy she’s being,” Tristan says from the chair as he stares at my lips, taking in the scene before him.
Remy chuckles. “That’s not what I meant when I said you should taste it, you naughty girl, but what do you think?”
I smack my lips together and tilt my head. “I like it. I mean I really like it. As in I want all of it now, but I don’t really know why I like it so much. It doesn’t taste like anything really, but it has its own taste and I know it’s Logan’s and I like that,” I ramble.
“That’s instinct, Love. Now, put that pretty little mouth on your mate before he explodes,” Remy teases.
I do as I’m told, placing my hand around the base, aiming it at my face. I lick up all the shiny stuff first, my tongue dancing around the tip. I’ve held my mates in my hands before, the hard yet impossibly soft skin never ceasing to fascinate me, but I have to say it’s a whole new level of amazing on my tongue.
“You’re killing me, Pretty Girl,” Logan pants out. “Put your lips over me and suck gently.” I put him in my mouth, sucking lightly as he said to. Much to my delight, I get more shiny stuff. “Can you move your lips down, Kitten? That’s good…. fuck.” He trails off as his hand comes up to the side of my head, gently guiding me up and down on him. He keeps his thumb close to my lips, almost as if he wants to feel himself sliding in and out of me.
Behind me Remy’s hands guide my body up, my butt now sticking up as he nudges my legs apart as far as Logan’s legs allow. He applies pressure to my lower back, making it arch.
“Now that’s a fine fucking sight to see,” Tristan praises. I continue my slow stroking of Logan with my mouth as hands caress me from my knees up my inner thighs. Without warning, a hand lands harshly on my backside, making me both jump and moan around Logan, which makes him jerk his hips up toward my face. My eyes flare wide, the urge to gag rising up my throat, but I swallow, hard. How utterly embarrassing would it be to throw up right now? An odd thing happens then…instead of my swallowing forcing Logan out of me, it actually makes him slide deeper down my throat.
I pull back immediately, panting for air and wondering what the hell just happened. I hear Remy chuckle as Logan’s worried eyes meet mine. “Don’t choke yourself, Kitten. Just take what you can. I want you to enjoy this, too.”
I scrunch my face in confusion. “You mean that felt good to you?” I ask.
To my horror, Tristan cracks up laughing. “You mean you deep-throating him? Yeah…I think it’s safe to say he enjoyed that.”
I narrow my eyes at him. How am I supposed to know these things? How dare he laugh at me. I turn back to Logan, deciding to get my revenge on Tristan later. “If you liked it, I can try to do it on purpose. I just don’t want to throw up.”
“Kitten, just know that it feels good no matter how much you take. If you’re determined to take it all, though, then you’ll have to learn the right moment to swallow, like you just did. Just don’t keep it in your throat for long, as it’s impossible to breathe. If you panic, you’ll throw up,” Remy instructs.
Hmm. Challenge accepted. Time ticks by as I gradually take Logan deeper and deeper into my throat. Remy’s right about not being able to hold it there for long, but the pulsing and groans from Logan are worth every second. At first my throat burns, saliva gushing into my mouth at every attempt, but I learn that on the way up if I swallow again it creates that sucking motion that Logan likes so much. So, bonus!
After a while Logan’s hips can’t seem to stay still, thrusting and twitching spasmodically as his breathing quickens. Remy warns me that Logan is about to come in my mouth and tells me I can either pull away or swallow it. It’s my choice. Before I can make up my mind Logan’s manhood expands even more, pulsing with his release. I quickly decide to see what it tastes like. If I don’t like it I can always spit it out, I guess. His warm cum coats my tongue, flooding my mouth. A sense of pride overcomes me. I did this to him. I made him give me of himself. I feel…powerful.
As Logan begins to deflate, I continue to lick at him, wanting every bit of my prize for doing a good job. Once his breathing returns to normal and he seems to come to, he gently pulls me up his body by my arm, cradling me to his chest, his hand rubbing at the back of my head. “Thank you, Pretty Girl. That was amazing.” I lift my head to look at him, a wide smile on my face. “I love you, you know that?” he tells me before lifting his head to kiss at my temple. He falls back, utterly spent.
I sit up to see a beaming Remington. He turns to Tristan, raising an eyebrow. “You’re up. What would you like from our sexy mate?” he asks him, reaching around to smack my bottom again. I moan at the contact. Only Remy could make something that’s supposed to hurt feel so good.
Tristan leans back in his chair, stretching a leg out to prop one foot up on the bed. His hands go behind his head, his perfect Tristan smile coming out to shine. “Hmm, I think I’ll start with Kitten crawling over to me on her hands and knees, unbuckling my pants, and using that amazing mouth on me,” he says with a wink. Is Tristan ever not confident? I have to admit, I love that about him. His biceps are flexed in that position, leaving his bare chest open for my perusal, that thin trail of hair leading down to his obvious arousal.
“You heard your mate. Go be a good girl and give him what he asks,” Remy whispers in my ea
r, making me shiver. He sucks at my neck for a moment, readjusting himself as he moves to sit on the bed.
My eyes lock onto Tristan’s chocolate swirls, a smirk playing on my lips as I slowly crawl off the bed and nuzzle my face into his leg near his knee. I can’t wait to try out my new-found power on him. Remy once explained that in his games of dominance, it was I who actually had the power. He only had the power and control that I gave him. What I enjoyed most when we played was testing the level of trust that I gave him to pleasure both me and himself. I can now see how having such control over the situation can affect a person.
Sliding my hands up Tristan’s covered thighs I reach up and free him, noting how he, too, has shiny stuff covering the tip of him. I stroke him slowly, letting the slickness cover every inch of him.
“Use your tongue first. Especially right here,” he tells me, pointing out a vein on the underside of him where the top meets the rest of him. I run my finger over it, watching him shudder. His smile never leaves his face, clearly enjoying himself. I make it my mission to wipe that smile off of his face, wanting to see him panting for breath, begging for me to help him find his release.
I start with a long, slow lick at his base, moving up to the tip. I purposely avoid where he wanted me. I do it again on the other side, watching in delight as more shiny fluid seeps from the top. I swirl my tongue around in it before lightly pressing a kiss to him. He groans, his hips flexing. I pull back before he can push into my mouth, looking up at him with a devilish smirk of my own. Turning my head to the side I use my lips to create suction on the side of him, moving my head up and down. Every now and again I flick my tongue out, teasing that special, tender spot. After several minutes of this his hips refuse to stay still, and I can see beads of sweat form on his abdomen. He reaches down, replacing my hand at the base of himself, squeezing tightly.
“Please, baby, suck me. I know I said to use your tongue, but a man can only take so much,” he tells me as he swallows thickly, his hand guiding my head into position. Mission “Make Tristan beg”? Accomplished!