Fiona felt as though her brain was the ball in a pinball machine. Or perhaps it was just the situation that was pinging around in random unpredictable directions.
Blinking a couple of times, Fiona then shook her head and downed her drink in a couple of gulps. No more pinging around—what was the point? They were three consenting adults and that was all that mattered. She placed her glass on a nearby end table, then slipped her bag from her shoulder, her shoes from her feet, and waited for Logan to return from the bathroom.
* * * *
A few minutes later, having used the toilet, cleaned up, freshened her makeup and gargled with some of the minty mouthwash the hotel supplied to all guests, she returned to the bedroom. James and Logan were both sprawled against the pillows, with a gap between them. A Fiona-sized gap. She also noted the bumper-sized box of condoms that had appeared on the bedside cabinet.
Glancing between them, she took in their identical grins, their equally luscious physiques and their semi-erect cocks. Looking back up to each of their faces in turn and enjoying the arousal she saw in their eyes, she screwed up her courage and began to undress. The grins grew wider. Like Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Only, you know, hot.
By the time she had removed her dress, bra and thong, the arousal had turned to pure hunger, and the cocks had waved goodbye to their semi-erect status and were full-on raring to go. Christ, she thought, as she approached the bed and climbed onto the huge mattress, where the hell am I supposed to start?
Sensing her hesitation, Logan patted the bed. “Come on, gorgeous. Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.”
“Yeah,” James concurred, his green eyes seeming to burn with intensity, “in more ways than one.”
As gracefully as possible—which wasn’t very, because how did one crawl gracefully up a bed?—she moved into the space between the two men, immediately struck by the heat their bodies were giving off. She took longer than necessary to settle into position, hoping the tremble of her hands wasn’t apparent.
In a move that could have been choreographed, James and Logan turned on their sides to face her, still smiling. The body heat was now almost overwhelming, and her nostrils picked up the scents of their various shampoos, shower gels and colognes, as well as the visceral scent of raw masculinity, laced with a not-inconsiderable amount of arousal. She was surrounded by it, drowning in it, and they hadn’t even touched her yet.
That was soon rectified. Logan reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, caressed her cheek. “How do you want this to play out, Fiona? Do you want to tell us what you do and don’t want to do? Or do you want to just lie back and let us do our thing? Go with the flow?”
“Just…um…do your thing. Please.”
His breath was warm on her cheek as he replied, “Okay, we will. I’m looking forward to it.”
Then his lips touched hers, softly at first, and she had to twist a little to return the kiss without channeling a contortionist. She felt bad, half-turning her back on James, but realized that would have to be the nature of the beast. She couldn’t give equal attention to both of them all the time. Some of the time, they would simply have to take turns. But others…
She groaned. God, were they thinking of double penetration? The thought both petrified her and turned her on beyond belief. But she was soon forced to turn her attention back to Logan, whose tongue now sought entrance to her mouth, even as his hand cupped her jaw.
James’ hands weren’t idle, either. He ran one down her flank, stroking her hip, the side of her thigh, her bum then sweeping back up and over to squeeze her breast. She moaned against Logan’s mouth as James continued massaging her soft flesh, her stiff bud brushing his palm. James then released her breast, only to concentrate on her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, pulling and pinching it. He was gentle at first, seeming to test how much she could take, how much she enjoyed.
Juices pooled between her thighs, soaking her skin and threatening to run down onto the expensive bed linen. She could scarcely believe what was happening—two gorgeous guys focusing purely on her pleasure, and there was so much more to come. She just knew it.
Sure enough, Logan’s kiss grew more passionate, almost violent, as he plundered her mouth, nibbling her lips, sucking her tongue, exploring her thoroughly.
At the same time, James had shifted closer. His body was now flush against hers, his rigid, hot cock pressed enticingly to her bottom and upper thigh. It meant he could reach farther over her body, slipping his hand between Fiona and Logan to treat her other breast to the same erotic treatment. Caressing, kneading, cupping. Pinching, pulling, rolling.
Suddenly, she gained enough control of her lust-fogged mind to realize that she was being somewhat of a passive participant. Sure, she was kissing Logan back, but her hands had remained by her sides, when they could be doing something much more interesting—or one of them could, anyway. Her position half on her side meant that the arm trapped beneath her was all but useless. But the other…
Figuring that she was already kissing Logan and that James deserved some attention, she reached behind her, seeking the stiff dick that she could so easily maneuver into her waiting slickness. She wouldn’t, of course, not without protection, but she could certainly tease him the way he was teasing her.
Finding James’ cock, she dragged her nails along its length, smirking against Logan’s mouth as James gasped. She repeated the motion, then circled her fingers around his shaft and got her hand into a position where she could stroke him. It was a little awkward, but she figured out a way, and began shuttling her fist up and down his still-thickening length, gratified at the sounds her actions elicited from those sinful lips.
In return, he swept aside her hair and pressed said lips to the side of her neck, the hollow beneath her ear, the crook between neck and shoulder. He alternated delicate kisses, light sucking and running his teeth over the sensitive skin. All the while his stubble scraped against her. It set all the tiny hairs on her body standing on end, especially when he pulled her earlobe between his lips and nibbled it, his breath hot and giving off a mild scent of whiskey.
God, she already felt as though she was going into overload. She was kissing Logan, who was now tugging lightly at her hair to change the angle of their caress and also to expose more of her throat to James. James played with her breasts and titillated her neck. And she, in turn, was playing with a very erect cock that was leaking pre-cum onto the skin of her backside.
Neither of them had so much as looked at her pussy yet, and she felt as though she was on the very edge of climax. Not that it would matter if she came, though. It’s not like she’d come once and it’d all be over.
She smiled to herself. What an incredibly lucky girl she was.
Chapter Fourteen
The tension increased rapidly between the three of them as they continued to fool around with each other, giving and receiving pleasure in a delicious cycle that felt to Fiona like it could go on forever. And she wouldn’t mind if it did. They could order food and drinks from room service, and have clean clothes, condoms and anything else their hearts desired sent up until the end of time.
Suddenly, a strong hand grasped her wrist, and James muttered into her ear, “Hey, stop. Amazing as that feels, you need to stop, unless you want me to come all over your back.”
Fiona wouldn’t have minded that, either, but she figured there were much more creative ways to make a man come. Hopefully she’d have the chance to explore more than one of those ways, given that she had two eager cocks to experiment with. Releasing James’ shaft, she reached for Logan’s, only to have another hand grip her wrist.
“Uh-uh,” Logan said, breaking their kiss. “I’ve got a much better idea.”
Gently pushing her shoulder to encourage her to lie back on the bed, Logan placed his fingertip on her bottom lip, then ran it from there, all the way to her cropped pubic hair. “You’re so beautiful, Fiona. You know that?”
It didn’t seem like a question that w
arranted a reply, so she didn’t give one. Instead, she waited to see what would happen next, all the while enjoying the delicious view of two perfect male bodies. She wondered whether she would have the opportunity to see them make love to each other, as well as her. She certainly hoped so. What she’d observed earlier had gotten her so hot that the two of them full-on fucking would be mind-blowing.
Logan’s next question, however, most definitely warranted a reply. “I’m thinking of fucking your mouth while James eats your pussy. You okay with that?”
Nodding enthusiastically, she forced out a strangled, “Yes!” God, it sounded so rude when he just came out with it like that, the smooth, cultured accent enunciating the dirty words. But maybe that was what made it so sexy.
Chuckling, Logan replied, “All right. I’m very glad to hear it. But there’s something I have to do first.”
Leaning over her, he slipped his hand behind James’ neck and pulled him in for a rough kiss. James responded with enthusiasm, and their mouths mashed together in an embrace that looked almost painful, and yet the grunts and groans they came out with said that, painful or not, it felt good.
It looked pretty damn amazing too, and she realized that, far from being jealous or feeling left out, she was content to watch them express the way they felt about each other and enjoy the incredibly erotic scene. And hell, if they happened to get carried away and forget about her, then she’d stick her hand between her legs and stroke herself into blissful oblivion over the sight of their sweaty, entangled bodies. Either way, she won.
After a few more minutes the boys parted, both with eyes blazing, spots of high color on their cheeks and lungs grabbing at precious air. Then, with barely a pause, James moved up the bed and kissed her, his lips feeling every bit as luscious as they looked. He kissed differently to Logan, somehow, but was neither worse, nor better. Just as sexy and arousing as his lover, he explored and possessed every millimeter of her mouth, leaving her melting beneath his caress and gasping as he pulled away with a wicked grin.
“Just had to do that, gorgeous. Thought it’d be rude to kiss your pussy without having kissed your lips yet.”
Shifting back down the mattress, he left Fiona grinning dazedly at the spot he’d vacated, which was soon filled with an impressive view of Logan. The ridges of his abdomen appeared, and she snapped out of her stupor as he straddled her chest. She raked her gaze over his arms, chest and abdomen, then allowed herself a nice, long look at his cock. Standing thick and proud, a slick of pre-cum sat at its tip, and she wanted to lick it while stroking his shaft. But, pinned into place as she was, her arms by her sides, she could do neither.
She also couldn’t see James, and therefore had no idea what he was doing. Rebelling against the choices that had been taken away from her, she shifted her arms enough so that she could reach up and grab Logan’s delectable arse cheeks, forcing him closer to her mouth.
Clearly surprised, he quickly stuck out his hands to break his fall, and they landed on the soft pillows above Fiona’s head. Without giving him the chance to move again, she closed her lips around the tip of his dick, savoring the sensation of thick, hot cock in her mouth, and tonguing at the juices that seeped from his tip. The taste exploded, tart and salty, over her taste buds, and she hummed happily as she used her hands to pull him farther into her mouth.
Though apparently a fan of being in charge, Logan seemed to be rendered powerless by her act of defiance, unable to make himself shift away from her lapping tongue. He’d said he planned to fuck her mouth, but was instead holding himself still as she sucked it.
She was just establishing a rhythm when she felt James’ hands on the insides of her knees, creeping higher and pushing her legs apart at the same time. Distracted momentarily, she paused and gasped around Logan’s cock.
It was enough. He took the opportunity to reset the balance of power, and he began doing what he’d promised—slowly rocking his hips so his shaft slipped in and out of her slick lips.
Fiona, knowing she was beaten, relaxed into the movement, letting saliva fill her mouth and coat Logan’s hot, thrusting cock, while settling her lips over her teeth so she didn’t hurt him when he increased his speed, which she was certain he would.
After a few moments, she was very glad Logan had taken the reins, because now James had reached the apex of her thighs, her brain was more focused on what was happening down there. His hands had shifted ever higher, until she was spread rudely before him. Then she suspected he’d simply looked at the wanton display for several long moments, before diving in and beginning to tease and titillate her.
His hot mouth was just as skillful between her legs as it had been on her neck, shoulder and lips, and not being able to see what he was doing served only to heighten the sensations. With an enthusiasm that told her he enjoyed being with women just as much as men, he ran his tongue the length of her slick seam, delving deep. Murmuring contentedly, which caused little tremors to run across her swollen labia and clit, he parted her pussy lips with what she guessed were his thumbs, and gave a long, slow lick, before pulling away and blowing on the wet skin.
Chills skated across Fiona’s entire body, and her pussy clenched. Christ, but he knew how to tease! And she couldn’t even encourage, plead or beg, because her mouth was otherwise occupied. It was obvious to her that the two of them had done this before. It was a tried and tested method, one that left the lucky woman they were sharing in a position where she had to lie back and take it. But Fiona was most definitely not thinking of England. In fact, she could barely think at all. She was being bombarded by all these feelings and sensations, and she was sure that the moment James’ tongue touched her clit, she’d be spiraling into an orgasm that she felt she’d been building toward for hours.
Apparently, she wasn’t going to find out if she was right. Not just yet, anyway. James moved his mouth away, and his thick fingers entered her pussy, probing and stretching, though she was so wet that he could have penetrated her with his cock with no trouble at all. She’d have accommodated him easily and, more than anything, that was what she desperately wanted at that moment in time. There was a cock in her mouth, jerking away and continuing to lace her taste buds with salty pre-cum, and she wanted one in her pussy, too.
Digging her nails into Logan’s pert buttocks, humming around his shaft and tilting her hips in one movement, she hoped to spur the two men to some kind of action. She was suspended on the very edge of climax, and her arousal was rapidly turning to frustration. She just wanted to come, just once, then they could carry on doing whatever they wanted. But the pressure that built and raged inside her wanted out, and fast.
Bucking her hips again, and clawing at Logan’s buttocks, Fiona now grunted around the invasion between her lips. Come on! she screamed silently. For Christ’s sake, make me fucking come!
Sucking in a breath through his teeth, Logan slowed his movements and let out a chuckle. “Seems we’ve got a little wildcat on our hands here, doesn’t it, mate?”
“It does,” came the reply. “She’s jerking against my face like she’s in a fucking rodeo or something. Think she wants to come?” He continued to finger-fuck her as he spoke, feeding more and more pleasure into her system, but just not quite enough to tip her over.
“I think she’d love to come,” Logan all but purred, pushing his cock deeper into her throat than he’d ventured before, making her fear for her gag reflex. But he was apparently a pro in that department, too, and didn’t go too far. “And you know what? I think she’s probably earned it, don’t you? Just one orgasm, to get her started.”
Get me started? Holy fuck, how long are these two planning to carry on for?
“All right,” James said amenably. Angling the tips of his fingers, he stroked and pressed at her G-spot, then took her clit between his lips and began sucking. Lightly at first, which fanned the embers of her climax and turned them into gently flickering flames. Then, satisfied that she was used to the sensation, he licked the aching bud, g
etting it plenty wet. Over and over he licked, before closing his lips around her again and sucking harder, increasing the pressure at the same time as he upped the speed with which he stimulated her G-spot.
The gently flickering flames grew higher, brighter, hotter, and Fiona sucked in shaky, hasty breaths through her nostrils as her chest heaved. She was hanging over the edge now, just the merest thread stopping her from plummeting into the abyss.
“She’s close,” James said, his voice husky, laden with his own arousal. “Really close.”
“Good,” Logan replied, his own voice a little shaky. “I am, too. I’m going to come between these sweet lips any second—” He stopped, let out a strangled sound. “Now!”
Fiona’s world tilted on its axis. At the same time as her mouth was being filled by hot cum, her own climax ripped through her with a sudden, unexpected force that left her wildly grabbing for air. Black spots danced before her eyes as her abdomen undulated, her core clutching and spasming around James’ fingers and the flames now an inferno that raged along every nerve ending, leaving her completely burnt out.
“Shiiit,” James said, apparently the only one of them capable of speech. “If that’s the way she starts, I can’t wait to see how she carries on.”
* * * *
A little while later, feeling brave, Fiona voiced something that had been playing on her mind. “You know…” She smiled, heat coming to her cheeks in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. “I haven’t actually seen you two, um…together.”
Both men glanced over to her, and Logan raised an eyebrow. “You mean, together?”
Sure that he was deliberately winding her up, or trying to make her say the actual words, she refused to give him the satisfaction. “Yes. That’s precisely what I mean, and you know it.”
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