by Angel Steel
Growling, he pulled her head back enough that he could get a better view of what she was doing to him. His heart raced as his balls pulled taut under his cock, so close to the edge.
“Suck harder, spitfire,” he gasped. She picked up speed and her lips tightened around him. Every time she went down, her teeth raked over him. Her tongue swirled, left and right, wrapping around the head of him.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you need to pull away now, spitfire,” he moaned out.
Shaking her head, her hand squeezed around him, sliding, constricting him in her hand while her mouth continued to move over him. His hips lifted up, slamming her harder on him; the movement sent him to the back of her throat as she swallowed the head of him. Groaning, he held her head in place, his head thrown back before he yelled out her name. He erupted inside of her wet mouth and loved that she swallowed every single drop of him.
His grip loosened as his hands fell from her head. Her mouth came away from him and she sat back with a look of satisfaction covering her face.
Laughing, he pushed his semi-erect cock back into his pants, slid the chair forward and started the engine. He reached over for her hand and held it on his thigh, holding her there. The tension in his body relaxed a little, but it didn’t help with the fact he still wanted her.
Pulling back onto the highway, he let her hand go when he needed to change gears. Her hand stayed where he placed it, covering it with his again. Sage rested her head against his shoulder while he slowed down and turned into his driveway.
“I hope you have plenty of food. I’m starving,” Sage said as he helped her out of the car.
His eyes roamed over her body; the dress she wore hugged it with perfection. Licking his lips, Logan’s eyes stilled at her breasts. Sage’s chest rose and fell as her breathing picked up. “There is plenty of food to go around, but what I’m hungry for most right now isn’t food.” He pinned her to the car door and his mouth covered hers. Her hands gripped into his shirt, pulling him into her more. Her mouth moved against his, and then her teeth sunk into his bottom lip, pulling at it.
Groaning, he ripped his mouth from hers. “You’re pushing it, spitfire. You have no idea what I want to do to that lush body of yours.”
His eyes darkened as her body shivered at his words. Gripping her hand, he pulled her towards the front door. Once inside, he held her hand as they walked towards the kitchen. “Would you like something to drink, spitfire?”
“Um, wine is good, if you have any,” she answered.
Nodding, he let go of her hand and walked over to the fridge, pulling out a chilled bottle that he had already for her. Grabbing a glass, Logan poured half a glass and handed it to her. Moving into the lounge room, he sat her down first and sat himself right beside of her.
She fidgeted beside him, leaning back in the chair, and rested his arm behind her head.
“So, um, what are we having for dinner?”
“Since you know I hate to cook, I ordered in.”
“What did you order?” Sage asked, turning to face him.
“It’s a surprise. I have a feeling you will enjoy it immensely.”
Sage looked worried. She should be with what he had planned for the night, he thought, barely stifling a smile. Sitting forward, he asked, “Would you like something to nibble on while we wait for the main course?”
Her eyes dropped to his pants, then back up. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and ran along her bottom lip. His cock twitched in memory of the amazing head she’d given him just moments ago. He had to wait. The real fun was going to happen once dinner arrived.
The door chimed, letting him know dinner had arrived. Standing up, he yelled towards the front door, “It’s open.” Sage frowned at him. Placing his hand out, he asked, “Ready for dinner?”
She lifted her hand to his, allowing him to help her up. They walked back towards the kitchen and into the dining room. As soon as they entered, Sage gasped behind him and stopped.
He turned to face her. Glancing around the room, his heart swelled with pride. He had never done this for anyone, and with the look that covered her face, he’d done an amazing job of it.
“You did all of this for me?”
He stepped up to her and wiped a lone tear that ran down her cheek with his thumb. “Why are you crying, spitfire?” Fuck! He didn’t want to make her cry.
“No one has even done anything like this for me. It’s beautiful.” Her breath hitched as she looked around the room again. Stepping beside her, he guided her towards the table, pulled her chair out, and pushed her in once she was seated.
Strolling towards his seat, he sat down facing her.
He had never done what he had for Sage for anyone else. He had asked his mother for a little help over the phone. He had known exactly what he wanted to do for Sage, but figuring it out was frustrating. In the centre of the table, he’d placed all kinds of differently sized and shaped candles. Every single one was a different scent, one that he knew she would like.
The flower centrepiece he had picked out was full of tiger lilies, carnations, and tulips. The aroma from both the flowers and candles was a welcoming smell, filling the room with a beautiful perfume. The fireplace was lit, crackling away as it burned in the corner of the room.
The door behind Sage swung open. Logan’s eyes raised and nodded as she continued to look over the table. Logan sat back in his chair, grinning. “Hope you’re hungry,” he said as a plate was placed in front of the both of them. She turned in her seat facing the servers and gasped.
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Sage glanced up, ready to thank the person who placed her food in front of her, and gasped at finding Caleb grinning down at her. She faced Logan, about to ask what was going on, when she saw Zeb standing near Logan. She looked between Caleb at her side and Zeb, then back to Logan. “What?” She glanced at Logan, and then back to Caleb and Zeb. “What are you two doing here?”
Caleb pulled the chair closest to her out and sat down. Zeb did the same near Logan and all three of them looked her way.
Logan picked up his fork, lifted a piece of meat from his plate and brought it to his mouth. His lips closed around the fork, and she watched as he chewed several times and swallowed. His eyes lifted to hers. “You’re missing out. The steak is tender and dripping with juices.”
She whimpered at the way he said juices. His eyes gazed at her across the table. With a trembling hand, she reached for her fork, but Caleb grabbed it before she could touch it.
“Let me feed you, spitfire,” Caleb said as he picked up a slice of meat and held it to her mouth.
Licking her lips, she opened her mouth as Caleb slid the fork in. She moaned as the taste assaulted her senses. Logan had ordered from her favourite steakhouse in Laker. Well, it was the only one, but it was still the best in the state.
They all sat while only Logan and Sage ate. She felt bad eating in front of Zeb and Caleb when they weren’t.
Once Caleb had finished feeding her, all three of them stood, looking towards her. “I think we should move into the gaming room and have a drink. What do you say, spitfire?” Logan asked her.
“Okay,” her voice squeaked.
Caleb stepped back as she stood and walked in front of him. Both Logan and Zeb walked in front of her as she followed them into the room.
The room was enormous. A bar sat in the right-hand corner; the largest billiard table she had ever seen, made out of mahogany wood and dark red felt, stood dead centre in the room. Several sofas sat to the left across from an over-sized LCD TV. All of them walked to the bar and poured themselves a drink before moving towards the billiard table.
Caleb walked to her and handed over a glass. Taking it from his hand, she lifted it to her nose and sniffed.
“You think I poisoned it or something, spitfire?”
“No. I was sniffing it to see what it was,” she answered back.
Logan leaned against the billiard table as Zeb stood to his side. “So,
who’s up for a game? Spitfire, you interested?” Logan asked while rolling one of the balls along the tabletop.
“Sure, why not. I’m not that good, but it’ll be fun.” She sipped her drink and moved over to where they stood.
Zeb grabbed all the balls, placed them in the triangle and sat them on the line. Logan shifted to the end with a pool cue in hand as he chalked the tip of the stick.
“Let’s make this interesting. There’s four of us, so four rounds. Rules are simple. You have one shot each time. If you sink a ball, an item of clothing comes off, and the next player goes up. The last person standing with the least amount of clothing on by the end of the round is out, and the winners move on to the next round.”
Sweet holy mother of sweet Jesus! She was screwed. How in the world was she going to be able to concentrate if they started removing their clothing? Breathing in and out several times, she tried to convince herself that she had this. She could do this, no worries. They didn’t know that she had gone to the local pub with her dad every weekend since she turned eighteen. It was her and her dad’s special thing they did together, father-daughter bonding time over a game or two of pool. No one knew she played on the weekend, usually Saturday lunchtimes. She never gave that day or time up for anyone but her father. She was a damn pro. There was no way she was letting them know her little secret about that. Smiling sweetly towards them, they had no idea that she was going to kick their asses in this. She’d play it by ear and see how they went.
Walking over towards the rack, she pulled a pool cue and chalk and rubbed the tip, readying herself for the game.
Caleb and Zeb did the same. Standing all together, Logan reached in his pocket and pulled out a coin.
“We’ll flip to see who goes first. Call it,” he said to Zeb.
“Heads.”
The coin flicked up and landed on the table. Logan leaned over. “Tails. You’re last. Caleb.”
“Heads.”
The coin landed, and it was heads. “You’re first, spitfire.”
The coin went up. “Tails.”
Landing in his hand, he flicked it over. Thank God, Tails.
“I call heads,” Logan said and the coin went up and landed in his hand. Uncovering his other hand, the coin faced heads up.
“Caleb you’re first, then spitfire, me and Zeb. Let’s start.”
Caleb shifted to the table and broke. The seven ball sunk in the left top corner. Taking a sip of her drink, she watched as he looked around for an easy shot obviously, so he didn’t end up removing a piece of clothing. Leaning over the table, he winked towards her and sunk the two ball.
“You’re up, spitfire.”
Placing her drink down, she walked around the table, looking for the right shot. She didn’t want to come across too cocky just yet, so she picked an easy one. Five ball, right bottom corner. Leaning down, she lined up the pool cue, pulled back her arm and hit forward. The ball glided across the table, hitting two balls as it moved towards the pocket; she nearly swallowed her tongue when it hit the corner, but it fell in the pocket at the last second.
Walking back to her drink, Logan quickly took his shot. Maybe she was in trouble as none of them had missed any yet. She was beginning to sweat when Zeb sunk his too.
Caleb walked around the table as he looked at where all the remaining balls sat. He lined up the nine ball for the back right corner. His hit was hard and missed its mark completely. “Shit.”
“Pick your item,” Logan told him, grinning. Holding his pool cue between his legs, Caleb lifted his shirt over his head and threw it towards the sofa. She didn’t look his way once that shirt was off, knowing it would be way too distracting.
Sliding up to the table, she took her shot and cheered when the ball went in. Logan did the same with his ball. Zeb stepped up and missed his shot.
“Strip.” She couldn’t help herself. Zeb grinned towards her as he removed his shirt too.
Caleb sunk his next ball; so did she, and Logan was next. His shot went wide and missed by a long shot. She was jumping for joy on the inside, until he too removed his shirt.
All three of them stood in only jeans and nothing else. Swallowing, she turned away from them and watched as Zeb sunk another ball.
Second-to-last round for round one. Caleb picked a hard shot but managed to sink it.
She walked around the table, turned and went back the other way. There were no easy shots left. Deciding on the twelve ball, her shot was short and missed its mark.
“Strip, spitfire,” Logan said.
Swallowing, she faced all three of them as she tucked her hand behind her back and unzipped her dress. Holding it in front, all eyes were on her. Dropping her hand from her body, the dress fell with ease to the floor.
“Fuck!” Caleb cursed.
She stood completely naked. Her surprise to Logan: nothing on under her dress. She didn’t expect to see Caleb and Zeb at the house. But it didn’t bother her now that they were.
Zeb moved up and had his shot. Caleb and Logan’s eyes never left her as she stood near the bar, sipping on her drink. Logan bumped his shoulder with Caleb’s, getting him to take his shot.
Smiling inside, his shot sunk quickly and he remained near the table. Taking a breath, holding her head high, she swayed her hips more than normal, hearing both Logan and Zeb groan as she passed them, and looked for her next shot.
Leaning over the table a little, Caleb stood right in front of the pocket she was aiming for. His eyes darkened as his hand slid over the front of his jeans and stroked himself. Swallowing the moan, she pushed her ass out, straightened her back and was ready to take the shot when Logan slid in behind her.
She stilled all movement. His hands gripped her hips as he leaned against her back and whispered, “I don’t think that shot will work. Maybe the three ball.” His hands ran down hers and shifted her slightly to the right; his erection pressed into her ass as he moved her.
Tightening her grip on the pool cue, Logan stood back and held her there. Her hands began to tremble as she felt Logan’s hand in the middle of her back, pushing her closer to the table. His other hand slid down over her hip and around the front of her. Shifting her legs apart slightly, his hand slipped between them as he grounded his cock against her ass.
“Take the shot, spitfire.” Logan’s voice was thick with need.
Pulling her arm back, shooting forward, Logan pinched her clit, hard. Screaming out at the sensation rushing through her body, she dropped the pool cue on the table. Resting her hands on the table in front of her, she watched as Caleb opened his jeans and wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock.
Licking her lips, Logan flicked her clit, and she gasped from the jolt of pleasure. Sage’s nails dug into the table as his fingers travelled lower down.
Caleb continued to slide his hand along himself as he walked towards them. Zeb stood to the side with his own cock out, stroking it. Logan’s finger circled her opening. Whimpering, she pushed back against him, resulting in her ass being slapped. She moaned as the sting subsided and pleasure ripped through her.
“You like that, spitfire?” Logan asked, continuing to circle her entrance.
“Yes,” she panted.
He did it again on the opposite ass cheek. Her juices seeped from her pussy, covering Logan’s fingers.
“Jesus, you’re soaking wet, baby,” Logan groaned behind her.
Suddenly, she was pulled up, spun around and lifted onto the table. Leaning up on her elbows, she looked between her legs and lost every train of thought as Logan knelt to the ground between her legs. Without taking his eyes away from hers, his mouth wrapped around her clit, pulling it tight as he flicked his tongue over it.
Her head fell back and groaned as he consumed her. Caleb stepped to the side of her and inclined over her, sucking on her erect nipple. Her body curved off the table, pushing her nipple further into his mouth.
Zeb stood on the other side; his hand came up and massaged her breast, his other hand still
caressing his erection.
Logan licked, sucked, pulled and nipped at her bud. Her body was in a pleasure overload with the sensation of their hands and mouths on her flushed body.
She reached for Zeb, but he pulled away from her touch and leaned over, taking her other nipple into his mouth.
Fingers eased inside of her as Logan began sliding them slowly back and forth. She was going to die; she knew it. She pushed down on Logan’s fingers, trying to speed up the movement, but he never did.
Whining, she tried again, which resulted in him biting harder on her clit.
“I need you to move faster, Logan,” she screamed out in desperation as his fingers slammed into her. Caleb and Zeb’s moans cloned each other as she gripped onto Logan’s hair and pulled.
He growled against her, his fingers diving inside of her in hard and fast strokes. In hard. Freeze. Pull out. Freeze. In harder and deeper. Freeze.
He kept up the same movement until she was right on the edge. She clenched around his fingers, needing that little bit more. “Please, I need to come,” she cried out.
His fingers pulled from her and smashed forward; he picked up speed as his lips sucked her clit into his mouth and continued to suck. In. Out. In. Out. His fingers pumped harder and deeper. Her head thrown back, mouth open, she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her body.
Both Caleb and Zeb’s mouth bit down on each of her nipples, sending her pulse through the roof. Logan didn’t stop ploughing inside of her. She tried to push his head away, but his growl vibrated against her, sending her over the edge yet again.
Logan pulled away from her and stood, removing his jeans. He lifted her off the table and walked them over to the sofa. Caleb threw the cushions from the sofa, reached for a bar and pulled it out.
A bed came out. The second it was down, Logan laid himself down on it with her atop of him. Not giving him a chance, she shifted down his body, sitting to the side and wrapped her mouth over his cock.