I don’t know what I’m more nervous about, the fact that, although this is a very luxurious plane, it is the first plane I’ve been on, or the fact that I have both Atticus and Logan staring at me as if I’m breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I sit in one of the large single cream leather seats in the main cabin and expect at least one of them to sit beside me. I should know better by now. It’s either both or its neither. The result is a shoulder-to-shoulder wall of molten manliness opposite. I swallow the dryness in my throat and take a sip of the champagne the steward offered before take-off. My own body is just not up to the job of providing moisture to anywhere other than between my legs. I cross my legs and squeeze to try and ease the ache.
“Nervous?” Logan asks.
“First time on a plane remember? Of course I’m nervous.” I take another sip…gulp.
“Riiight the plane.”
“Shut up.” I narrow my eyes at Logan and then fire a look at Atticus when he chuckles. “Aren’t you nervous?”
“I’m a lot of things, Tia, but nervous isn’t one of them.” Logan pulls at the material that looks way too tight at the crotch of his jeans. The outline of his impressive cock caged against his thigh makes me whimper. “It’s been a long month and as long as pretty boy here doesn’t touch my junk, I think this is going to be fucking phenomenal.”
“Oh, no pressure.” I shake my head, trying to calm the bubbling nerves with my light tone.
“Scared you might like it?” Atticus quips.
“Scared you might. Public school boy like you probably has more experience with other guys equipment, so I want to make sure you know exactly where I stand on this. Touch my dick…you die, and I win.”
“You know there’s going to be a very thin membrane between us at some point. Stop being such a homophobe.”
“Look, Atticus, if you want me like that, I think this is the perfect time to come clean. Tia will understand.”
“You’re funny.”
“You’re both hysterical.” I chuckle and smile because I could listen to them banter all day.
“Glad you think so, princess, because we’ve just hit cruising altitude and you can take that seat belt off right now.” Atticus kills any humour with the sensual weight of his command.
“Oh!” It’s more an exhale than an audible word. The sound of un-clicking belts and blood rushing in my ears blocks out whatever the captain is saying over the speaker. I take both hands that are offered to me and am pulled with more urgency than force from my seat. They surround my body on either side. Logan’s other hand sweeps around the front of my waist and his lips are instantly on my neck. I tilt my head and sigh. Atticus’s free hand caresses my cheek for a moment before his lips replace his fingers and work their way to my mouth. Their bodies press against me, and if Atticus wasn’t stealing the very breath from my lungs, I would be struggling to breathe from the pressure of solid muscle moulding around me.
My fingers twitch to touch them but neither will relinquish their hold. I groan with frustration, and it takes only a moment to acknowledge that this is going to go one way…their way.
They move my body this way and that between them, always touching, caressing and kissing. I feel dazed, a little delirious, and a lot drenched. I gasp when I feel the coolness when they break contact and each takes a step back. I sway and place my hand to my chest. I can feel my heart pounding beneath my fingertips. Darkly erotic, intense, incendiary eyes fall on me, and it’s a small comfort that they are both heaving in large lungfuls of air, the only indication they are just as affected as I am.
“I can’t breathe,” I puff, and it’s an effort to drag more oxygen in. My brain is fried, processing all these new sensations.
“Maybe if you lie down, that might help.” Logan’s voice is husky, and he drags his bottom lip between his teeth so slowly I swear I can hear each individual hair on his scruff scrape over his teeth.
“Lie down?”
“In the bedroom,” Atticus explains.
“There’s a bedroom?” I feel like an idiot repeating every word, but honestly, it’s a miracle I can speak at all.
“It’s a long flight to Vegas, and this is our wedding night. Of course there’s a bedroom.” Atticus takes my hand and strides the short distance to the back of the plane. I glance back at Logan, who is hot on my heels and grinning like the preverbal cat. I suck my bottom lip in because I know who’s got the cream in this situation. I have to be the luckiest girl on the planet.
The room is compact but there’s a bed, and although it fills the room, it doesn’t dominate. No, that would be the remit of my husbands. My husbands. Pinch me.
It takes seconds for hands to strip me bare, and if I wasn’t on fire, I would shiver from the chill of the air conditioning and the scrutiny of four hungry eyes. My skin prickles with gooseflesh but I’m burning up, and they remain fully dressed.
“Um, clothes guys?”
“As you wish.” Logan says and they both pull at their ties, loosening buttons, and unhooking belts and zips.
“Oh my god, this is actually heaven isn’t it?”
“Not very likely, angel, not considering what we’re about to do.” Logan smirks.
“Well, they were right about one thing, hell is pretty fucking hot.” I fan myself even as I shiver with a fresh crop of goosebumps.
“And about to get hotter. On the bed, princess, head over the edge.” Logan tips his head, as if I didn’t know where he meant. I sit and slide back on the sheet, spin, and drop my head back on the bed. They both groan, and I can’t fight the smile that spreads across my face. I did that.
“Heads or tails?” Logan winks at me as he flips a coin nice and high.
“Heads.” I let the weight of my head slide just over the edge of the bed and lick my lips in anticipation.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to get both, just want to know where I’m starting.” He’s already lost his suit trousers and shucked his shirt from his back as he spoke. Naked and glorious, the bed dips with his weight as he positions himself near my feet, which are flat on the bed with my knees pulled up. His hands rest on my kneecaps and he eases my legs open and wide. I’d be surprised if I haven’t left a wet patch on this fancy golden silk sheet. A shadow falls across my face as Atticus leans over and blocks the spotlight. His solid erection looks fucking enormous from this angle. His hand moves languidly up and down his cock, and his smile gets wider and more wicked with every stroke.
“If there’s anything you’re not comfortable with let us know,” he says.
“And we’ll persuade you otherwise,” Logan adds. I don’t believe he’s teasing.
“Oh really? Holy fuck!” Logan drags his tongue from my soaking entrance to my clit with the perfect toe-curling amount of speed and pressure. “Well, you can be quite persuasive.”
“Enough talking,” Atticus taps my cheek, and I open my mouth. He smears his wetness across my lips, and I chase the liquid with my tongue and lap it into my mouth. I reach up with one hand to wrap abound the base of his thick cock, and my other hand drops to Logan’s unruly mane between my legs. Atticus pushes his hips forward, slides his cock right to the back of my mouth, and with no effort at all, I relax my throat and take him all the way down.
The feast begins.
Logan works his magic tongue like I’m a gourmet meal-for-one, and I endeavour to do the same as Atticus starts to fuck my face, his hands supporting my head or positioning it to get a better angle. Either way, he feels good. Logan’s hands are stretching my thighs as wide as the tendons will allow, and they start to tremble with the first spark of pleasure striking my core. My whole body jolts and deflates when Atticus withdraws and Logan sits up.
“Switch,” Logan states.
“Switch.”
“Did you just tag team on me?” I try to sit up but firm hands rest on my tummy and shoulder.
“There’s no I in team, baby girl.” Logan grins.
“But there is a ‘me’, and I really wanted to come just then.“ I narrow my eyes at them both as they smoothly change positions.
“And it’s all about you, princess. Trust us.” Atticus’s hands stroke along my sides, down my legs and up the inside of my thighs. Prickles race and dance across my skin where he lightly touches.
“I do, but I was about to—” I know I’m pouting, but months of sexual frustration will do that.
“We know,” they declare, and it feels like I’m missing some weird telepathy thing they have going on. Logan takes his position at the end of the bed and they share a knowing glance. I knew it!
“Feeling a little out of the loop here with all the furtive glances, guys. Care to enlighten me?”
“You’ll be enlightened, and there’s nothing sinister, I promise.” Atticus replies.
“So tell me then. It feels like this is scripted, and I wasn’t given my copy.”
“Oh angel, don’t pout. It’s no big deal. We had a rough idea of how this was going to play out, that’s all,” Logan explains. “We wanted this first time to be memorable, and not because neither of us knew who was going to be doing what…first.”
“Didn’t want a fight to break out and kill the mood,” Atticus adds.
“Oh, oh, that makes sense. Sorry, it’s just all kinds of weird, you two having this connection.”
“You got that spot on, babe, but it’s very much a work in progress.” Logan strokes my cheeks, and his finger trails along my lips. I take the opportunity to open my mouth and suck the digit inside. His pleasure rumbles from his chest. Atticus continues to explain, since Logan is now a little distracted.
“We can sit down and discuss this further if you want, Tia.”
“Oh god, no. Sorry, please, please carry on and let me come this time.” I release Logan’s finger and snap my head up to meet Atticus’s playfully raised brow.
“We’ll see.” Atticus grins from between my legs, and I drop my head back at the futility of thinking I having any say in this.
“You in a hurry, Tia? Got somewhere else to be?” Logan asks.
“Just a month of sexual frustration that would have the Pope questioning his vows.”
“Do you trust us?”
“Yes.”
“Then lie back and stop with the questions. But open that mouth, nice and wide.” Logan nudges his cock against my lips and just like Atticus, the tip glistens and drips onto my waiting tongue. My hand curls in a tight fist, and a deep groan escapes from deep inside his muscular chest. He guides himself into my hot, wet mouth, and I hum as his long, thick length fills every bit of space. Meanwhile, Atticus is lapping his tongue along my silky soaking folds. His finger gently probes my entrance, and in what I’m sure is a deliberate move, he plunges two fingers inside me, clamps his lips around my clit, and sucks my lost climax from its embers. My tummy tightens and my jaw twitches to allow me to scream or bite down; I opt for neither because Atticus eases off before my orgasm takes hold. Logan pulls out of my mouth almost to the tip and plunges back in, again and again, and just like last time, the instant my thighs start to judder they stop and switch.
The fourth time they do this, I’m frayed, breathless, my skin has a sheen of perspiration, and my nerves are on the raggedy edge I’m wound so tight.
“Please, please…I can’t do that again. Please I need—” I can’t finish my sentence.
“What do you need, angel?” Logan climbs on the bed and pulls my hand, and my body rouses from an exhausted prone state. He lifts me and positions himself with his back not quite to the headboard, I straddle his waist, and Atticus is kneeling behind me, kissing my neck and running his hands the length of my spine.
“I need you both inside me.” I’m beyond begging, beyond wanton. I’m going to die if they don’t let me come.
“As you wish,” Atticus whispers in my ear, and Logan sits up so we are nose-to-nose, his lips crash to mine, his tongue demanding and desperate. He smiles against my mouth, and I turn my head to see Atticus. His crystal blue eyes look inky black with undiluted lust and desire. His kiss is more reverent but just as urgent, and I take an inordinate amount of comfort that we are all suffering this sublime kind of erotic torture. Atticus and Logan’s hands lift me until I am suspended above Logan’s angry looking erection. They lower me down, and I know this is heaven because nothing feels so sublimely good as being stretched and filled by someone you love. He reclines and his strong arms encourage me to follow. I lean down and suck in a slow, deep breath, feeling Atticus move behind me, scooping all the wetness from around where Logan and I are joined and smearing it over my one remaining hole. I puff out a nervous breath and pinch my eyes shut.
“Hey Tia, look at me.” Logan’s deep voice is hoarse, strained, but his eyes are filled with love and concern. “You okay, angel?”
“Nervous. I’m worried it’s going to hurt and I’ll regress.” I confess on a shaky breath.
“Stay with me, with us and I promise, any pain and we stop.”
“Okay.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, princess. Feel me and talk to me. We’ve got you.” Atticus holds me secure, and I feel every part of him cosseting me. I feel secure, safe, adored.
I nod and force a relaxing breath, willing the right muscles to follow suit.
“Relax baby, you got this.” Logan kisses the tip of my nose, and I let out a light laugh. What the hell am I frightened of? I love these men, my husbands. I trust them with my heart, with my life; I can certainly trust them with my pleasure.
“Oh wow!” I exhale at the first push. Tingly needles prickle and there’s a building pressure that feels odd, not painful though. I can feel the tip of Atticus’s cock ease its way against the tight muscles that I am acutely aware are fighting the intrusion.
“Talk to me princess, you doing all right?” Atticus asks, his voice a mix of level and strained.
“It’s intense, and the pain feels…mmm…” I drop my head to Logan’s chest and let the first roll of deep pleasure ripple through my body. It’s different but not in a bad way.
“Feels?” Atticus asks
“Is it hurting?” Logan seeks more clarification, his dark brow furrowed with uncertainty.
“Yes, but, god, it feels good. More…more, please.” He beams, his smile softening and chasing away any fragment of worry.
“I can do more.” I hear the tension in Atticus’s voice and I let out a chuckle that causes them both to draw in a sharp breath. Clearly, laughing involves more than just my tummy muscles. He eases inside me, and with each inch, I swear I feel it in every single nerve ending throughout my body. I’ve never felt so full, stretched…alive.
We all take a precious moment when Atticus is fully inside me. I never thought I would be here, not only with the two men I love fully in my life, but actually taking both of them inside of me. They are fucking enormous. I want to pat myself on the back, but this isn’t the time.
“God, you’re amazing!” Atticus exhales the words, kissing me along my shoulder up to my ears, punctuating the words.
“Thanks, buddy,” Logan says, and there’s the moment gone. I blurt out a short laugh, and we all freeze.
“Fuck!” Logan and Atticus moan, and I pant; the urge to laugh died with the shooting pain that came with the last outburst of humour.
“Okay, no laughing,” Atticus says even as I feel the smile on his lips press against my skin.
“Yeah, laughing bad,” Logan agrees on a choked breath.
“Well, how about no jokes then,” I manage between careful breaths.
“No jokes. Got it.” His eyes crinkle with the warmest smile, and I tilt so I can see Atticus. His expression is pretty much identical.
“Love you,” I say and make sure I keep eye contact with each one in turn when I say the words. “But I swear, if you don’t let me come, I’m going to laugh like a drain in a monsoon just for the shiggles.” They don’t respond, not verbally at least. Logan pushes his hips and starts a rhythmic motion that makes my eyes roll to the heavens and sets a fire blazing across my skin. His cock surges inside, and I sink down, relishing every inch, Atticus only moves in a gentle rocking motion, barely moving at all, but damn, I feel every bit of him so deep, it’s like he’s touching my soul. His hand squeezes my arse cheek and the other hand has my breast. We writhe together like a sexy slick machine, hands, lips devouring, worshipping and consuming each other like we are one.
I gasp when my climax ignites deep inside with a mere spark and only a glimpse of the intensity of things to come. My eyes must be like saucers, and my whole body starts to shake. I grip Logan’s shoulder and brace as thunder begins to roll through my body. My other hand flies to Atticus’s thigh, and like the one on Logan’s chest, my nails dig into the taut flesh.
“Oh shit!” I cry out.
“It’s all right, baby, just go with it. We’ve got you.” I don’t know who says this, the noise of blood rushing is deafening. My deep panting breaths and my pounding heart drown out any other sound.
“I don’t think you have.” I shake my head at the enormity of what’s about to hit my body, which takes over, and a tsunami breaks from deep inside at the base of my spine and floods every fibre, every cell and synapse. And it doesn’t stop; it just keeps hammering through me, wave after wave, obliterating my helpless body with insurmountable pleasure. Lightning, stars, explosions to light the night sky fill my vision, and I have no idea if Logan and Atticus are with me. I hope so because I’m not sure I’ll ever recover enough to do this again. I think I cry out, maybe to a god I finally believe in or maybe just to shout out a quick thank you before I pass out, because that’s exactly what happens…I pass out.
My ears pop and wake me up. I’m hot because I’m a tangled mess of limbs, and it only takes a shameless moment to vividly recall where I am.
“Hey there, sleepyhead.” I peer up through my lashes at Logan looking down at me. I feel the shift in the bed behind me, and Atticus appears over my shoulder.
“Thought for a moment we’d have to get an ambulance to meet us at McCarran Airport.” Logan taps my nose.
“What happened?”
“You passed out when you came,” Atticus says with barely hidden pride in his voice.
“Really? Shit, sorry.”
“Why the fuck are you sorry?” Logan laughs, his smile the widest I’ve ever seen.
These two look like they’ve just won Mr Universe. Actually, perhaps their pride is totally justified. After all, they did collectively make their wife have the best orgasm of her life.
“Well, I mean I’m sorry if I left you hanging.” My apology is rightly sheepish.
“You didn’t, you came so hard you kind of took us with you, whether we were ready or not. It was intense.” Logan’s voice is filled with awe. It’s cute.
“It really was. Sorry I missed the ending.” I snicker.
“No need to be sorry, princess, you may have missed that one, but we have a lifetime of happy endings we can’t wait to give you.” Atticus slides a little closer and Logan moves to fill the space before me. He exchanges one more of those glances I may never get used to, but when Atticus speaks, I know I’m not ever going to complain about them either.
“In fact I think we have time before we land to give you one that you will hopefully remember.”
The End