Five
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He was close… really, really close. This man who looked and sounded just like Logan, but Sam knew he wasn’t because Logan was still behind her. She could still feel him, knew he would watch over her.
When Luke’s body pressed up against hers, she felt the hard planes of his chest beneath his shirt, instinctively moving her hands up onto his chest. As she touched him, his hands brushed the undersides of her breasts, then casually glided down to her waist. Once he held her in place, Sam watched in stunned fascination as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
His lips were gentle, not as soft as Logan’s, but nice. Unsure of what was proper etiquette in a situation like this, she leaned in and kissed him back. As their lips molded together, his tongue reaching out to meet hers, Sam felt the hem of her shirt being lifted, slowly, strong, masculine hands brushing against her skin. Only did Luke break the kiss as he lifted her shirt over her head, removing it completely.
The next thing she knew, Sam was standing with her back to Luke, facing Logan as he sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the scene before him. Even in the dim light from the candles, Sam could see the embers burning in his eyes. She kept her eyes locked on his while his brother’s hands slid up over her stomach, stopping to cup her breasts, gently massaging the soft mounds, eliciting a groan from her.
“Do you like when he watches you?” Luke’s deep voice reverberated through her, sending chills down her spine.
“Yes.” Breathless and aching, Sam managed to speak as Luke continued to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples through the lace of her bra. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she covered Luke’s, guiding him in his movements.
Logan’s body shifted slightly, but he remained seated, a front row view of his brother fondling her. Luke reached between her breasts, slipping the front clasp to unhook her bra, slowly lowering the lace until her nipples were caressed by the brisk night air.
She once again put her hands over his, guiding them back where she wanted them. His fingertips teased her nipples, his hands cupping her breasts, the warmth seeping into her.
The sensations were so intense, feeling Logan’s eyes as they caressed her naked breasts, Sam’s head fell back against Luke’s chest, squeezing his hands until they applied the pressure she was looking for.
The ridge of his erection pressed against her bottom, the sudden memories of the last time flooded her mind with vivid images. Sam inhaled, remembering the way he tasted in her mouth. The remembered feel of him, the way he’d touched her, licked her, warred with the way he touched her now. His hands firm, yet gentle, teasing her relentlessly while she wanted him to strip her naked and ravage her.
Logan moved forward on the couch, catching her eye. She waited for him to move closer, to put his hands on her too, but he didn’t. He stopped, but the movement must have been Luke’s clue, because he removed his hands from her breasts, sliding down her body until he was on his knees behind her. Her bra slid down her arms and dropped to the floor, but no one paid any attention to her clothing being dispelled on the ground around them.
Luke reached around her, unbuttoning her jeans, sliding the zipper down, then lowering the denim down her legs until it pooled at her feet. It was strange to feel him behind her, but she assumed he did it so as not to impede Logan’s view. She stepped out of her jeans, Luke tossing them onto the other discarded items.
Standing before them both, naked except for her panties, Sam felt her blood begin to boil, yet she didn’t feel vulnerable. No, she just felt… hot. And anxious. She wanted them to move this along, get completely naked, both of their hands on her, their mouths, filling her to overflowing.
Luke’s large hands gripped her calves, moving up over the back of her legs, until they cupped her bare bottom, her thong providing little cover. Drowning in the exquisite sensations, while unable to see Luke, Sam focused her attention on Logan. He remained seated, perched on the edge of the couch, his eyes trailing his brother’s movements, returning periodically to catch her gaze.
“Spread your legs.” Logan commanded.
Sam did as she was told, Luke’s hand sliding between her thighs, making her spread them even wider, giving him access to where she wanted to feel him. Instead of giving her what she was begging for, Luke rubbed between her thighs gently, teasing her by barely grazing her mound, causing her to groan with aggravation.
“Come here.” Logan instructed, taking her hand and pulling her onto the couch.
Sam had to kneel on the couch, crawling forward until she was far enough forward that she could reach the back, gripping tightly as she anticipated what would come next.
“Spread your legs wider.”
Sam shifted so her legs widened, her pussy soaking the tiny scrap of fabric still between her legs.
Luke moved between her legs, his back on the couch, his legs extending over the edge. When he gripped her hips, pulling her down until she was directly over his face, moving her panties to the side, Sam shuddered with excitement. Even the anticipation of his tongue sliding into her was enough to set off a mini detonation of desire.
When he sucked her pussy lips into his mouth, she gasped, wanting to press down against his face, force his tongue on her clit.
“So fucking hot.” Logan groaned, leaning back on the couch so he could see between her legs, his hand fondling her breasts, teasing her nipple with his roughened fingertips.
Sam pressed against Logan’s hand, hoping he’d apply more pressure. She needed something… something more. As Luke’s tongue explored her pussy, his hands holding her open so he could go deeper, Sam tried to press down, increase the friction of his tongue. His forearms held her in place, limiting her ability to apply the necessary pressure to push her over.
“You like having your pussy eaten?” Logan’s voice thundered around her, bringing her attention back to him. “Watching you sit on his face while he tongue fucks you makes my dick hard.”
Logan had pulled his cock out, stroking the satin length, making Sam’s mouth itch to taste him. To know he was stroking himself as he watched her get her pussy licked by another man sent a flood of moisture between her thighs.
She could feel her orgasm building, the way Luke’s tongue lapped up her juices, the look on Logan’s face, the sound of his voice, watching as he stroked himself faster… she wasn’t going to last. If she could only… yes, that’s it.
“Not yet, baby.” Logan said, taking her nipple in his mouth, his teeth biting hard enough to send an arrow of pain straight to her clit.
They were going to kill her. She couldn’t take the teasing, she didn’t want slow. She wanted hard and fast. She just needed Luke to…
Just when she thought her body might explode from the pleasure, Luke slid out from under her. Sam watched Logan, anticipating his next command. Wanting him to instruct her next move. Instead, he pulled off his shirt, tossing it somewhere on the ground. The hard, tense muscles in his shoulders stood out in stark relief as he pushed his jeans down his legs, releasing his cock completely to her hungry gaze.
“While Luke removes his clothes, I want you to turn and face me, put your legs up.” Sam followed his instructions, putting herself on display for him
“Lift.” Logan instructed, sliding her thong down her legs. “Damn your pussy’s wet, baby.”
More than he knew. Her juices were steadily flowing, and the more he looked at her, the wetter she got.
The couch dipped behind her with Luke’s weight. He pulled her back against him, lifting her knees and spreading them wider, putting her on full display for Logan.
She needed one of them to touch her, but they were dragging this out, torturing her.
“I bought you some toys, baby.” Logan stated, bringing Sam down from her high.
What was he going to do?
He picked up a plastic wrapped item from the table in front of him. How had she not seen it? Looking closer, she noticed it was a vibrator. A large, pink one at that.
“This is for the times when I can’t be with you.” He stretched forward, placing the silicon tip against her clit, then turning on the vibration, eliciting a moan from her.
“Show me how you pleasure yourself when I’m not there.” He demanded, and this time Sam could hear the strain in his voice.
Served him right.
She reached for the vibrator, but she didn’t remove it from her clit. That was exactly where she needed it. Now that she was in control, she could increase the pressure and… oh God that felt good. Too good. She felt the knot of pleasure tighten in her womb, the vibration just enough to give her the release she so desperately needed.
Luke pinched her nipple… hard, and the vibrator jerked off of her clit. With little grace, Sam continued to play with herself, sliding the pink toy between her pussy lips, using her own juices as lubrication.
“Fuck yourself.”
Sam’s eyes jerked to Logan’s and she could see the passion there, the sheer pleasure he derived from watching her was enough to have her shoving the silicone toy deep inside her cunt, the vibrations strong enough to…
“Harder.”
This time Luke was instructing her, taking the vibrator from her hand and impaling her on it, harder, faster.
“Take it.” He ordered, still holding her tight in his arms, her legs still splayed open, Logan watching as she did as she was told, fucking herself with the large pink toy.
She mirrored Luke’s pace, pushing herself higher until… oh jeeezus! He had a small vibrator on his finger, and he was grinding it on her clit. Unable to focus on the effort to fuck herself, Sam’s hand dropped, Logan picking up the toy, slamming it inside of her while Luke continued to vibrate her clit until…
“I’m coming!” Sam gritted her teeth, her body tightening, her orgasm slamming through her until she no longer knew where she was.
When she came back down to earth, she was lying on the couch, Luke no longer behind her, but Logan was perched over her, his eyes hooded, his breaths ragged. “My turn.”
The demanding tone of his voice brought her completely to.
“Turn over.”
Sam used what little strength she had left to flip herself over onto her stomach. Logan immediately pulled her back onto her knees, while Luke maneuvered in front of her, his cock in his hand.
Luke’s fingers combed her hair back, twining into the long strands as he pulled her head forward. “I want you to suck my cock, just like you did the other night. I want to feel that hot mouth on me.”
Tomorrow she might be embarrassed by how hot their words made her, but tonight, it was all about the satisfaction she could find in the arms of these two men. Despite the tidal wave of sexual bliss that had washed over her moments ago, Sam was anxious for more. She didn’t want this night to end, didn’t want these two men to stop until she passed out from the pleasure.
She ran her tongue over the swollen head, his hands tightening in her hair, pulling her closer. Her attention focused solely on Luke, sucking, and licking him as he groaned, his cock pulsing in her mouth, Sam almost forgot about Logan. Until she felt his hands on her hips.
What he was doing, she didn’t know, didn’t care. Each flick of her tongue brought more raspy growls from Luke, his grip on her hair bordering on pain, but spurring her on.
Something cool and wet slid down the crack of her ass, and Sam knew what Logan was doing, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
“Your mouth is so hot. Suck me harder, Sam.”
Her attention was once again diverted to Luke, as she sucked him deep into her mouth, letting him set the pace as he thrust forward, pulled back, his groans louder in the silence of the night.
She felt Logan’s fingers as they trailed down the crack of her ass; gliding through what she figured out was lubrication. She should be scared. She should be terrified. She should not be pushing against Logan’s finger, but she was.
Sam might not be a sexual deviant, but she wasn’t an innocent when it came to the sex games other people played. She watched television. She read books. She knew what he was doing, and she liked it.
She rocked backward, trying to get closer to his finger, slowing when she felt a tight pinch of pain, proof he’d inserted one finger inside of her. She stopped, breathed in, her brain beginning to interfere, making her think about what he was doing.
“Suck me.” Luke demanded, pulling her hair and successfully distracting her from the pleasure/pain she was shying away from. “I want to bury my cock in your throat.”
Sam focused on Luke, her eyes meeting his, so similar to Logan’s, yet so different, as he stroked his other hand tenderly down her cheek, sending confusing messages to her brain. How could someone so dominant be so gentle?
“You like to have my dick down your throat, don’t you, Sam? And you like Logan’s finger in your ass while you suck my dick.”
She did. She loved the attention these two men were throwing at her, the eroticism of it all. Knowing she was using and being used, giving pleasure and taking it.
“It feels good, Sam.” Luke said, holding her head tighter.
Sam hollowed her cheeks, sucking him further in, forcing him all the way until the head of his cock touched the back of her throat. Breathing through her nose, she fought back the urge to gag, let her throat relax while she swallowed.
“Fuck.” Luke jerked back, pulling his cock from her mouth then leaned further back giving her access to his balls. “I’m not ready to come yet, and your mouth is so fucking hot.”
Needing to keep her mind off of the fact that Logan was now fucking her ass with his fingers, the feeling foreign and uncomfortable, Sam licked Luke’s balls, gently sucking one, then the other into her mouth.
“Damn, baby.”
As she continued to pleasure Luke with her tongue, Logan continued to finger her ass, now with two fingers, and she was moaning as the pleasure slammed through her. The pain disappeared, and the only thing she felt was a hot, pulsing need as her pussy spasmed. She rocked back onto his fingers, driving him deeper. Then Logan removed two fingers, replacing them with three and the bite of pain was almost too much.
“Relax, baby.” Logan coaxed her, his fingers pushing farther, deeper. Then he was leaning over her, his mouth near her ear as he continued to drive his fingers inside her ass. “You like that.” He said, not a question. “I want to fuck your ass, Sam. I want to bury my cock in your ass while Luke fucks your wet pussy.”
She couldn’t focus on Luke, so Sam pushed up on her hands, continuing to rock back on Logan’s fingers while he whispered erotic words in her ear. Logan slowed his thrusts, letting his fingers slide from her ass as he urged her over onto her side.
“Turn over. On your back.”
Sam welcomed the brief reprieve, her body strung so tight, she thought she might break. Then Logan buried his face between her legs, lapping at her, sucking her clit until fire was shooting through her veins, her hands gripping the couch beneath her. The impact of her orgasm was going to be brutal, and she didn’t want him to stop.
“So sweet.” Logan murmured from between her legs, pushing his tongue inside of her, then returning to flick repeatedly across the swollen nub that ached for release. She was so close.
Just when she thought she would get the chance to come again, Logan stopped, crawling up between her legs, crushing his mouth down on hers. She tasted herself on his lips, his tongue, and she gripped his head, holding him close as she devoured his mouth. She was blazing, and she couldn’t take much more.
Pulling back, Logan’s breaths were as erratic as hers, his eyes wild. “Turn over.”
Sam turned, finding Luke lying at the end of the couch, donning a condom, watching her intently. “Come here, baby.”
God, his voice was so much like Logan’s, his body was the mirror image, yet she knew instinctively which man was which. That didn’t stop her from crawling up his body, her lips trailing kisses from the tip of his cock, up over his abs, over his rock hard pecs.
“Are you ready to be fucked?” Luke growled, pulling her down on top of him, his lips brushing hers.
“God, yes.” She groaned, pushing her tongue inside of his mouth, begging for more.
As they kissed, Luke positioned her, thrusting himself inside of her, taking her breath away. She lifted her mouth from his, her eyes closed as she bit back the cry, her body immediately opening to take him in.
Once her body adjusted to accommodate his size, she opened her eyes, staring down at him. For a second, she could almost pretend he was Logan, but something in the dark depths of his eyes was different. Harder.
Luke continued to thrust, holding her still and doing all of the work. The friction, a sweet reward after all of the teasing. She felt more lubrication slide down the crack of her ass, then Logan’s hands were on her hips, alongside Luke’s.
“Have you ever had two cocks inside of you at the same time?” Luke asked, nipping her bottom lip while he continued the sharp thrusts that were threatening to send her over the edge.
“No.” She exhaled the word, not wanting to talk. She wanted to feel him as he filled her, pounded inside of her.
Logan leaned over her, gently nipping her shoulder, lapping the sting with his tongue. “Tonight you’re going to take both of us. Do you want to take us both, Sam?”
Luke slowed his movements, and Sam paused, gritting her teeth to keep from coming. She didn’t answer Logan, not because she didn’t want to, but because she was scared of what the answer would be. She wanted to feel them both inside of her, filling her, but she knew she shouldn’t want it.
“I won’t continue until you answer me, Sam.”
Luke stopped moving beneath her as they both waited for her answer. Tipping her chin until she looked him in the eyes, Luke asked her again. “Is this what you want? If it isn’t, we’ll stop.”
Sam groaned; her pussy tightening around the cock lodged deep inside of her. “Please don’t stop.” She said, turning to see Logan’s eyes, the same green and brown mix as Luke’s but reflecting something entirely different.
Sam could see the love in his eyes, the total concern for her wellbeing, and she knew in that moment that she would give this man anything, and she would take anything he would give. “I want this.”
Luke thrust again, pulling her attention back to him. “Kiss me. Now.” He ordered, pulling her head forward, crushing his mouth to hers, sucking her tongue in an imitation of what his cock was doing to her. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, moaning as she fought to hang on.
Then there was pressure, and a flood of pain that quickly subsided as Logan gently pushed his cock inside of her virgin ass.
Damn, it hurt. Before she could think, before she could scream, Luke was kissing her hard, holding her head down so her mouth aligned with his. He kissed her with a fierceness she didn’t expect. Letting his tongue duel with hers, she focused on his kiss, using it as the deterrent she knew that it was.
And then the pain was gone and the only thing she felt was… full. Completely full, with Luke filling her pussy and Logan filling her ass. Waves of sensation crashed down on her as Luke began to thrust upward, while Logan pulled back, then they were rocking in a rhythm that set her body ablaze.
“Fuck. You’re so tight.” Logan groaned, continuing with the slow, gentle assault on her ass. “That’s it baby, fuck me.”
Sam pushed herself up at an angle, bracing herself with her hands on Luke’s chest, letting both men thrust harder, faster.
“Oh God!” It was intense, overwhelming.
Luke’s cock brushed every sensitive nerve ending, while Logan quickened his pace, a sensual pleasure/pain so severe, Sam was overwhelmed with the intensity, her orgasm building, teetering on the edge of amazing.
“Fuck, baby. Sam. I’m going to come.”
Sam felt Logan grip her hips tighter, ramming deeper and harder inside of her, while Luke groaned from beneath her.
Sam couldn’t hold on any longer, her orgasm took over, rocketing her to new heights, her scream echoing in the cool air surrounding them, greeted by the simultaneous groans from the two men who’d just given her more than she had ever expected, more than she had ever dreamed.
Sam was limp, her body too heavy for her to move as she lay flat against Luke’s chest, his hand resting gently on her head, holding her close to him. She was breathing hard, her head still spinning. Both men slid from her body, leaving her feeling empty and cold until Logan was back, something cool between her legs.
A wash cloth.
He was cleaning her as she lay there, on her side, doing her best to stay awake. The chill from the air blew over her perspiration coated skin, making her shiver. Then Logan’s body was next to her, wrapping her in his warmth, kissing her forehead, then lifting her chin so his lips could reach hers.
His kiss was gentle, soothing as he licked her bottom lip, his tongue sliding into her mouth. She kissed him back, her hand across his chest, holding on to him for dear life. The night had been more amazing that she had ever imagined. Lying here with the man she loved, Sam couldn’t imagine anywhere else she would rather be.
Then she heard the sound of a door shut, and Sam knew Luke had left, leaving them alone, a part of her aching at the loss.