Seven
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Sam returned to the house an hour later, looking a little worse for wear. Logan was once again pacing the floor, but once she came in the door, he stopped midstride. Watching her as she approached, he tried to gauge her reaction. Once she realized they had company, he noted the change in her demeanor.
Logan partly regretted inviting Luke over, but at the time, he had needed someone to talk to and his brother was usually the first person he went to. They’d been standing in the kitchen for the last half hour, while Logan laid out the issue, and Luke offered little to no help in the matter.
“Hey.” Logan finally said, breaking the silence in the large room.
Sam’s gaze darted back to him, then to Luke once more. “Hey.”
“You ok?” He didn’t know what else to say.
“I’m fine.” She said, turning back to him. “I’m going to take a shower.”
Logan watched while Sam stared between the two men, looking a little lost and no better than she had when she had walked out the door over an hour and a half ago. No other words were necessary because she left the room in a rush, going to his bedroom.
Of course, now that she was back, Logan felt a surge of relief. She wasn’t leaving. At least not yet anyway.
No, instead she was going to get naked in his shower. The image of her standing under the spray, the water caressing her naked body, had his body going instantly hard.
He gave a quick look to Luke, who nodded his head in understanding.
If they weren’t going to talk about work, Logan was going to take her mind off of it completely. Having spent the last hour and a half feeling helpless, he’d built up a generous amount of tension and needed a release. He only hoped Sam was up for it because Logan had some pressure to burn off.
Logan joined Sam in his bathroom, where she proceeded to get undressed, the shower water already running. He didn’t waste any time, he stripped his shorts off quickly, causing her to stop and stare at him. She’d removed her shorts and her t-shirt but was still wearing her panties and bra. He wanted them off. Now.
“Strip.” He ordered, his voice much harder than she probably expected. At that point, he didn’t give a fuck.
Sam had left him wondering what the hell was going on, and he was going to make sure she remembered exactly what she had done. She might need time to think, to work things out in her head, but Logan deserved her explanation. That was part of a relationship. Talking. He might not be good at it, but he wouldn’t have walked out on her the way she did him.
“W-what?”
“Take your damn clothes off.”
Her look of disbelief only spurred him on. “If you don’t do it, I will.”
Logan wasn’t going to attack her, she had to know that by now, but he needed her to know that when he wanted something, he went after it. And right now, he wanted her.
“Where’s Luke?” She asked, still not making a move to remove the rest of her clothes.
“Does it matter?” He knew that it did. She didn’t know what to expect when it came to Luke McCoy. The only time she’d been around him, Luke had been included in their extracurricular activities. He would be included again now, but Logan wasn’t about to tell her that. Yet.
“Yes. It does. I’m not –”
Logan didn’t let her finish; instead, he backed her up against the hard tile of the shower wall, his body crowding her, but not quite touching. He placed his hands on the tiled wall above her head, staring down at her. “I said, take your clothes off.”
Logan saw the tell, noticed the second Sam’s disbelief was replaced by the same overwhelming desire that flooded Logan’s entire body. She squeezed her legs together, as though that could assuage the ache. She would make a shitty poker player.
Instead of arguing further, or asking any additional questions, Sam pushed her panties down over her tight, toned legs, letting them drop to the floor. Then she unclasped the bra, discarding it just as easily as the rest.
“In the shower.” He ordered, moving one hand off of the wall so she could do as he instructed.
With one glance up at him, she turned and walked into the doorless shower, big enough to hold five or six people. Not that it ever had. Until today, his shower had only ever held two people at most. Today, it would hold three. And right on cue, Luke joined them in the bathroom, already stripped down to his birthday suit.
Sam’s gasp was audible in the small area, the heat flushing her face apparent as she backed under the spray. Unable to hold off any longer, Logan stormed into the shower after her, backing her against the wall.
“I’m not going to be gentle.” Logan warned her, giving her a moment to contest. If she didn’t want this, he’d back off immediately, but if the look in her eyes said anything, she wanted it as much as he did. “You remember your safe word, right?”
She didn’t nod her head; instead she replied with a firm ‘yes’ and Logan slid his hands up over her hips, cupping the full weight of her breasts in each hand. When he squeezed her a little harder than he normally did, her eyes closed and she tipped her head back, moaning quietly.
The little wild cat liked it. She liked when he took control, when he used her body for his own pleasure because, in the end, she knew it was her pleasure he was after.
Logan squeezed a little harder, pinching her rosy red nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, listening as she moaned louder, but she didn’t attempt to pull away. What she did do was grab onto his forearms, and Logan stopped cold.
When her eyes opened, he could see the question in her eyes. Instead of explaining, he moved her, corralling her toward the wall that had the towel bar built into it.
Lifting both of her arms, he placed both of her hands on the bar, until she understood what he wanted. When she gripped the bar, he gave her an approving grin.
“Don’t move your hands from that bar.” He ordered, then returned to manipulating her breasts with his hands.
Sam glanced over at Luke, then back to Logan. “Right now, he’s just going to watch. You like being watched don’t you? It makes you so fucking hot to know one of us is getting off just watching you.”
Sam nodded her agreement, making Logan squeeze her nipple harder. He was dying to taste her, to run his tongue over her entire body, lapping up the water as it sluiced over her. “Don’t nod your head. Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Logan asked, wanting to hear her say it.
“Yes, I like being watched.” Sam stuttered, her green eyes wide, her lips parted slightly as he continued to fondle her breasts.
“How does it make you feel when we watch you?” He asked, leaning forward so his mouth was close to her ear.
“Hot.”
Logan angled himself so some of the water would spray directly on her chest, keeping her warm, though with twenty seven shower jets strategically placed throughout the walk in shower, two rain shower heads in the ceiling, and one hand held shower sprayer, there weren’t many places not getting sprayed at the moment.
“This time Luke’s going to watch while I lick your beautiful pussy.” Logan said, grabbing the shower sprayer from its place on the wall, lowering it to the floor beside them. Sam followed his movements with her eyes, but she didn’t remove her hands from the towel bar.
Luke moved to the opposite wall, leaning on the tile, his eyes glued to the place where Logan intended to move to next.
Before he lowered himself to his knees, he lowered his head to her right breast and sucked her completely into his mouth. Laving her nipple with his tongue, Logan let her moans vibrate through him. When she gyrated her hips, he bit down on her nipple with his teeth, hard enough to get her attention, but not enough to physically hurt her. Logan wasn’t into pain, but he wasn’t past inflicting a little if it brought her pleasure, which he knew it did.
Releasing her breast, he lowered himself to the floor, the hard ground biting into his knees, but what was directly in front of him deflected his attention from the discomfort. Spreading her labia, swollen from her excitement, Logan opened her for his eyes.
He knew Luke would position himself so he could see everything that was going on; making it clear to Sam what brought him the most pleasure.
“Lift your leg.” Logan directed, waiting for Luke to come forward to help her. It wasn’t that they planned out any of their activities, but both of them knew what it took to please a woman, and with Sam, it was clear what she liked.
Luke came forward, taking Sam’s leg in his hand, holding her foot so she could widen her stance, offering Logan an unobstructed view of her beautiful pussy. God she was so hot, her clit protruding, begging for his touch.
Logan leaned forward, sliding his tongue through her slit, lightly grazing her clit. He wouldn’t give her what she wanted just yet. What was the fun in that?
“Does that feel good, Sam?” Luke asked, his tone just as demanding as Logan’s.
“Yes.”
“What do you want him to do?”
“Lick me.” She groaned, her voice muffled as she tossed her head to the side as Logan added more pressure with his tongue.
“Where?”
“My clit.” She said, her breaths short and sporadic. “Please. Lick my clit.”
Logan did as she asked, sliding his tongue over the engorged bundle of nerves, flicking roughly before sucking her clit and rolling his tongue over it.
“Oh, God, yes!” She moaned, her legs giving beneath her.
Luke quickly rectified the problem by squeezing in behind her, putting her body between him and Logan, causing Logan to move back, never releasing her clit from his mouth.
“Put your hands around my neck.” Luke ordered.
Logan glanced up her body, their eyes connecting, her arms up above her, while Luke held her around the middle, one hand holding her leg up so she was wide open, offering her the support she needed so Logan could drive two fingers inside of her.
“That’s it, baby.” Luke spurred her on. “He’s fucking you with his fingers, sucking your clit. It’s so fucking hot to watch you get off. You’re going to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Please. I want to come.”
Logan deliberately slowed his movements. He’d let her come, but not quite yet. Picking up the shower head, he held the nozzle so a stream of water was directly on her clit, his fingers still buried inside of her.
With a perfect view of her being held open to him, her breasts high, her nipples pebbled, Logan divided his attention between her heaving breaths and her pussy.
“Come for us, Sam.” Luke instructed, and Sam screamed as she let go, her body convulsing around Logan’s fingers, her clit pulsing as the water continued to spray over her.
Logan forced himself up off of the floor, leaving the shower head on the ground. Luke remained behind her while Logan pressed against her front, sandwiching her between them, similar to the way they had the night before when Logan had taken her ass. The memory had his dick twitching, and he thought he might just come from the thought.
For the first time since they entered the shower, Logan pressed his lips to hers, his tongue seeking the soft, sweet depths of her mouth. He licked her lower lip, her teeth, and then finally thrust his tongue in her mouth, mating with hers.
Pulling back quickly, not wanting to wait any longer, Logan pulled her arms from around Luke’s neck, putting his hand on her shoulder, and gently nudging her down.
“On your knees.” He demanded, holding back the grin as she did exactly as he told her. God he loved this woman. She was so responsive, so open to trying new things and as far as Logan was concerned, there were so many things he wanted to try with her. “I want you to suck my cock.”
When Sam got to her knees, Logan turned her head toward him so he could push his cock inside her mouth. While he did that, Luke took her hand and placed it on his own erection, using his hand to guide hers in stroking him.
Logan never took his eyes from Sam’s mouth as it encircled him, her tongue doing wicked things to him. Her mouth was like a furnace, bathing him in sweet, soft heat.
“Good girl.” He turned her head more so he could angle directly into her mouth, gripping her head gently in his hands, holding her still so he could press further. “Relax your throat. I want to see how far you can take me.”
Sam had given him enough blow jobs for Logan to know how far he could push her. From her own words, she liked sucking him and watching her do it was incredible.
“Oh, damn, baby, that’s so fucking good.”
Pulling back, Logan let her breath deeply, then pushed inside of her mouth once more. She applied more suction, causing Logan’s balls to tighten. She was trying to make him come, and he didn’t want to wait. Pulling back once more, Logan gripped her head in both hands, then began to slowly fuck her mouth, increasing his thrusts, his entire focus on the wet heat that engulfed him.
“I’m going to come, Sam. I’m going to come down your throat, and I want you to take every last drop.” He ordered.
The way she reacted to his words told him she liked when he told her what he wanted.
She used her other hand to encircle his cock, using it to stroke him tightly while her mouth continued to apply the most spectacular suction.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, yes.” He groaned his release, his cock twitching as he flooded her mouth. She stared up at him, a heated look in her eyes.
“Stand up.” Logan ordered, keeping her off guard. He wasn’t letting this play out as long as he had the night before. He was strung so tight, his body sated, but their play wasn’t over.
She still needed something and Logan was going to make sure she got what she needed. He moved over to the tiled ledge that doubled as a seat in the shower, taking a seat with his back against the wall.
“Come here.” She walked slowly to him, but she didn’t hesitate, which earned her a small grin. “I want you to lean over me, placing your hands on my shoulders.”
Sam wasn’t tall, especially not compared to him, or Luke, so when she leaned over, her breasts came right to his mouth, her pussy within arm’s reach. For what he had in mind, he needed to be able to reach her. Luke disappeared momentarily, returning with a bottle of lubricant, the waterproof pink vibrator, and a condom, but Sam never took her eyes off of Logan.
“Kiss me.”
And boy did she. Sam ate at his mouth with a vengeance, Logan holding her hips as she leaned over him. This time he was the one looking up at her as she hovered above him. Their mouths mated, his cock once again semi hard. After all they’d done last night, and that morning, Logan knew he wouldn’t be getting hard any more right now, but Sam wasn’t finished. He knew she needed to be fucked, and Luke was preparing to do exactly that.
Logan took the pink vibrator from Luke, thumbing the controls, then placed it on Sam’s clit, her body jerking upon contact.
“Luke wants to fuck your sweet ass, while I fuck you with your vibrator.” Logan told her, wanting to make sure she understood what was about to happen. He wasn’t willing to surprise her in cases like this. After all, this was all about her, and if Sam was averse to doing it, they’d stop.
When she crushed her mouth down on his, Logan took that as her approval. A slight nod of his head gave Luke the go ahead. But, he had to break the kiss, needing to see her, to watch her reaction.
“Spread your legs further apart.” Luke instructed.
Logan couldn’t see what his brother was doing, but he didn’t have to. Logan pulled Sam’s hip so she took one step closer, giving him better access as he slid the pink toy over her slit, the vibration set on low. He wanted to heat her up, not get her off just yet.
Using only the tip of the vibrator, he rubbed against her clit, her hands tightening on his shoulders, her fingernails biting into his skin.
When her expression changed, Logan knew Luke was preparing her. Her head hung lower as she pushed backward, her legs spreading to give Luke better access.
“You like having your ass fucked, don’t you, baby?” Logan asked, keeping her attention on him. Her ass was so tight, and though Logan had fucked her the night before, she’d required a lot of preparation to get there. They didn’t want to hurt her.
“Yes.” The word choked out of her, but she pressed further back toward Luke.
When Luke’s hands gripped her hips, Logan knew his brother was buried deep inside of her. Luke’s groans told the story, and Logan remembered the way her ass had choked his cock, making it nearly impossible to move.
“Look at me, Sam.” Logan told her, looking up into her eyes as he aligned the vibrator with her tight entrance. Turning his wrist, he pressed until the tip slid inside of her, thumbing the controls again to set the vibrations to high. “You’re so beautiful.”
When Luke started moving, thrusting slowly at first, then faster, Logan mirrored his movements, burying the pink toy deeper, pulling back, until Sam’s body was doing all of the work, rocking back onto Luke’s cock, and then forward to bury the toy inside of her.
Logan couldn’t help it, he reached down and stroked his cock, the damn thing was hard again, and he didn’t know how that was possible.
“Logan!” Sam screamed his name, continuing to thrust back, then forward, her body filled to overflowing.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me while Luke’s fucking your sweet ass.”
Luke’s grunts turned into a groan of release as he stilled, Sam still pushing harder. Logan increased the thrusts of the toy while he stroked his cock faster, until Sam screamed his name again, her body convulsing, his dick twitching, come spewing upward, landing on her stomach, Sam’s mouth crushing down on his once again.