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  He patted her thigh. “Come over me.”

  “This is embarrassing.”

  “Really? How can it be worse than being tied to the kneeler with your ass in the air and a plum peeking from your pussy?”

  She growled low in her throat. “Not helping….”

  His smile was pure, wicked sin. “You have a pretty ass and an even prettier pussy. Plum becomes you.”

  A gust of laughter caught her by surprise. “Damnit, are you always such an asshole?”

  “Only when I meet someone worthy of the effort.”

  “Will you let me come this time?”

  “Only when Joe says so. I know he’s not too happy about my mouth and cock being anywhere near you at the moment, and he’s getting more territorial by the minute.”

  “Shut up, Logan,” Joe snarled.

  Sarah’s body nearly melted at his angry growl. “But this was his idea, right?”

  Logan snorted. “We conspired.”

  “You just helping out a buddy?”

  He nodded. “What are friends for?”

  “Do this often?”

  “Only when needed.”

  “Ever do it with him before?”

  Logan’s glance met Joe’s, and Joe’s eyes narrowed to fierce slits. “Best not to talk about the old days. It might give you ideas. And we both know how impulsive you can be.”

  Sarah wrinkled her nose. “You make me sound like an unruly child.”

  “You’re no child. I can tell,” he said, sliding a hand between her legs and fondling her sex.

  “Every girl’s got one of those.”

  “Not every girl gets wet when her ass is stung with a whip. Not every girl creams when her man instructs her.”

  Sarah glared. “I haven’t exactly been obedient yet.”

  “But you creamed at the tone of his voice, didn’t you?”

  Sarah didn’t answer. She didn’t have to—his fingers were swirling in the proof.

  “You cream because you know the fight’s just begun, and that turns you on. You see, Joe likes your rebellious nature. He likes to see how far he can push—how much you’re willing to take before your sensual nature forces you to surrender. Surrender’s sweet, chica.”

  Sarah pushed his hand from her pussy. “What do you get out of this? Besides the sex?”

  His eyes got sleepier looking, his smile softer. “You’re stalling. Slide that sweet pussy over my face.”

  “Need a pillow?” Joe asked, his voice sounding garbled.

  “Yeah.” Logan grabbed the one Joe slung his way and then settled his head on top of it and patted his chest. “Any time you’re ready, sweetheart.”

  Sarah drew a deep breath, wondering why she was suddenly nervous. It couldn’t have anything to do with the way Joe had watched her as she’d talked with Logan—fists curled, dark eyes flashing fire. Could it? Was he jealous?

  She gave Logan a small, tight smile and lifted her thigh, settling her knees on either side of his raised head.

  “Lean forward and brace yourself,” he said from between her legs. “We’ll get you settled.”

  Sarah blew out breath and did as Logan asked. No arguments. Then she peeked at Joe from beneath her lashes. His face was tight, his eyes narrowing—and not in a nice way.

  Logan’s hands slid between her legs and cupped her bottom, urging her to shift to the side and then bringing her lower until his hot breath blew across her open pussy.

  “Oh,” she breathed. “That’s nice.” Another peek at Joe. His knuckles whitened.

  Logan’s tongue stroked her labia, long strokes that glided from the bottom of her folds to her clit.

  “Don’t get too comfortable,” Logan said, squeezing her cheeks. “You have work to do.”

  His cock. She had to suck him until he came. She slid her hair over one shoulder to keep it out of the way and to give Joe a clear view of what she was doing. Then she leaned down and licked the length of Logan’s shaft, closing her eyes because he tasted like sexy male—clean and musky—and because Joe couldn’t drag his gaze from her tongue’s slow movements.

  “Like that?” she asked Logan.

  “Swallow it, already,” he grumbled.

  She grinned, came up on her arms, centered her mouth over his cock, and then sank, groaning as she took him down her throat like he was the best thing she’d tasted all night.

  “Logan, when we’re through, I’m going to have to kick your ass.”

  5

  Joe’d had enough of watching Logan and Sarah sharing smiles and teasing glances. Had enough of her groaning like she’d gone to heaven sucking another man’s dick.

  The tension that had gripped her lithe body earlier as she lay draped over the kneeler had dissipated. He knew Logan planned it that way—the lull before the storm—but still. He grunted and dragged his gaze from Sarah’s talented mouth as she sucked and bobbed on Logan’s cock.

  His own cock needed some action, something to soothe the beast rising up to burn the back of his throat with bile. Why he was so pissed, he couldn’t really have said. His mind couldn’t think logically at the moment. He wanted to act, to do something that would get her attention and not let her ease back into complacency because she’d think she’d won.

  Sarah couldn’t win. Not if he ever wanted her to see him as her true mate. Simple as that. He had to have her firmly beneath his thumb.

  He grabbed the tube of lubricant and crawled onto the bed behind her.

  Her back stiffened instantly; her up-and-down glides slowed as she waited to see what he’d do next. She knew what was going to happen because he’d broadcasted his interest in her ass, prepared her little furled entrance for his cock with gentle care.

  The “what” she knew good and well. Her own feelings about the matter had to be in turmoil.

  He liked smelling fear on her. Loved the uneasy way she glanced at him when she didn’t know what was coming next or what he was thinking.

  Keeping her guessing would keep him on his toes if he could just think with his mind instead of with his tormented cock.

  He still felt the sting from the strafing she’d given him with her teeth. What would surprise her?

  Her ass was right in front of him, her cheeks parted by her spread legs, her skin still pinkened from the swats of the flogger. Tomorrow he wouldn’t be surprised if a few welts marred those pretty pale globes.

  He cupped her buttocks, spreading his fingers wide to hold as much of her ample bottom as he could. Generous was a word he’d read but never appreciated in the context of an ass, but right now the word felt just about perfect on his lips.

  His lips…his tongue…

  She wasn’t going to like this, would be shocked to her pretty pink toes. But he bent over her ass and licked the seam between her buttocks, listening for the hitch of her breath as he neared her back entrance. “Don’t you come. Don’t you dare come until I tell you.”

  She rose off Logan’s shaft and huffed. “As if! What the fuck are you doing anyway?”

  “Getting me a taste. A forbidden taste, sweetheart. There’s not anything I won’t do to you. Not anything you won’t let me do.”

  “I’m not tied up like a goddamn goose ready for the roaster pan. Do the other thing, but this is just wrong.”

  “There’s no wrong, if you like it.”

  “Well, I don’t.”

  Joe proved her a liar with the next lazy lap around her asshole. “Gawd, Joe. Stop!” she groaned.

  His tongue swirled on her asshole, and then he opened her with slippery fingers and prodded the tip of his tongue inside.

  “Please don’t,” Sarah mewled, her voice taut and tearful as she bent over Logan, mortified at Joe’s intimate actions.

  Only her words lacked true conviction. Logan had latched hard on to her clitoris, circling as though he and Joe had given each other secret signals, because their tonguing was escalating.

  Her thighs and belly trembled. Logan’s cock bumped her chin, and she opened without
thinking, swallowing the crown and groaning as Joe’s tongue poked deeper.

  It was so nasty. So unthinkable, what he was doing, what she allowed.

  Still he didn’t stop, sliding inside her to flicker his tongue like a snake and then lapping around the tight, hot circle.

  Logan spread her labia and tugged them down. The hood protecting her clit slid away, and his tongue touched the nubbin directly. She sank low on his cock, groaning all the way down.

  Soft laughter from the man beneath her gusted hotly on her open sex. Fingers stroked into her pussy.

  Joe’s tongue withdrew, and something hard and narrow dipped into her ass, followed by a slide of cool, oozing gel. A finger slipped inside, and the loosened ring allowed it, clasping to hold it there.

  She marveled at how quickly she’d come to accept the penetration, the intimacies they layered, one after the other until her brain was on overload, unable to complain or respond with embarrassment for the things they did without ever once seeking her compliance.

  Of course, she wasn’t exactly screaming. But she could already tell she would. She’d never been so overwhelmed.

  Joe’s finger glided out, and he shifted behind her. Jesus, he was going to do it. Going to shove his thick, hard cock inside her, and she wanted it.

  Her mouth sank on Logan, her lips closing tight around him as she breathed through her nose and used him to still the scream rising in her throat.

  Joe’s blunt head pressed against her as his thumbs held her open; then he adjusted again, rising higher to arrow his cock directly inside her. He pumped against the ring and then rolled his hips, the screwing motion easing the tension gripping the ring.

  He screwed until she drew a deep breath and forced her heart to calm, her muscles to relax, and then he pushed inside, the crown breaching the ring.

  Joe held still behind her. “Are you okay? Can you take it?”

  She liked how tight his voice was, how intense and harsh the delivery of the words. The pressure her little asshole exerted around him had to be exquisite. Yet he held himself, waiting for her to answer.

  And there was pain, but not so much she wanted him to stop.

  Heat flooded her face, her chest. Tremors spread from her clitoris, rippling along her thighs, belly, and buttocks.

  She didn’t want to come off Logan to speak. Didn’t think she could without losing it and screaming hard. She rammed his cock down her throat and then undulated her hips, a shallow flex that pulled on Joe’s cock and told him wordlessly that she needed him to move.

  “Sweet, sweet fuck,” Joe murmured, beginning a slow rocking motion that was too much and not enough. Another finger entered her, filling her pussy, while Logan’s tongue toggled her clit.

  Rhythmic moans began to come, one after the other, first hers, then theirs. So much sexy noise surrounded her, she felt enclosed in rapture.

  Sarah admitted she didn’t have their discipline. She came first, her shout muffled around Logan’s cock. She bucked against Logan’s mouth and fingers and Joe’s stroking cock until her body hung limp, her thighs quaking. Joe’s arm encircled her waist to keep her poised above his friend.

  Then Logan raised his knees and thrust his cock up and down, cramming past her tongue until she felt a hunger she’d never experienced, to feel the hard, muscled men below and behind her exploding inside her.

  She wrapped fingers tightly around Logan’s shaft and suctioned, bobbing up and down, swallowing around him to increase the sensations she delivered.

  Logan’s fingers withdrew, and his tongue soothed the hot friction he’d built, lapping at her, murmuring against her to encourage her as she worked his cock.

  Joe plunged relentlessly into her ass, stroking deeper, harder until the burning intensified and she thought she wouldn’t be able to take it another minute.

  Suddenly Joe stiffened behind her, and heat spurted inside her. Logan roared beneath her, and cum bathed the back of her throat.

  As the men stroked and shuddered, Sarah felt a smile tighten the lips stretched so deliciously around the grinding cock.

  Joe gripped her waist and pulled her up, leaving her impaled and sitting on his lap. Logan jackknifed up and turned, his legs spreading wide as he sat in front of her, cupped her breasts with his hands, and leaned in to kiss her.

  Joe’s lips skimmed her neck and shoulder. Logan sucked her lips while massaging her nipples.

  Sandwiched between two heaving, sweaty chests, Sarah closed her eyes and tilted her head backward to rest against Joe’s chest.

  “That was fucking amazing,” she breathed.

  Logan’s lips hardened against hers and drew back, a grin lifting one side of his mouth. “Girl’s got a potty mouth.”

  “Girl’s been fucked half to death,” Sarah grumbled.

  Joe bit her shoulder. “We’re going to lift you off. It’s probably going to hurt.”

  Logan’s hands gripped her waist, and he picked her up, sliding her off Joe’s cock.

  Sarah’s breath hissed between her teeth.

  Logan lay back, bringing her over him. Her thighs slid to either side of his hips, and she knew what view she presented to Joe, but she couldn’t muster more than a groan.

  The bed rose. Footsteps padded to the bathroom. Water ran. Joe returned with a steaming cloth and washed her again.

  “I can’t believe I’m letting you do that,” she said drowsily, her cheek nuzzling moist, satin-smooth skin.

  “You’re mine. To do with as I wish,” Joe said softly.

  “Then why am I going to sleep on top of another man?”

  Logan’s chest shook beneath her, and she found herself rolling to her side and Joe’s long, lean body snuggling against her back. She opened her eyes.

  Logan’s gaze was locked with Joe’s just beyond her shoulder. She didn’t have the strength to do more than wonder what their looks said to one another. “No fair talking behind my back.”

  “Didn’t say a word,” Logan said.

  “Sure. What would you need to say in private when you got everything you wanted from me already?”

  “Stop it,” Joe said softly.

  “What?” she asked sleepily.

  “This wasn’t about me getting what I wanted from you. And it wasn’t about what Logan wanted. Although, I have to admit, you were…amazing.”

  “You’re a man. It was about winding me up so hard I couldn’t raise a word of protest.”

  “What was all that cussing for earlier? And tell me that was someone else telling me what she wasn’t going to do.”

  “You knew it was just talk. You got me to go along with every little thing you wanted.”

  “I was gauging your responses, what your body was telling us both about what pleased you.”

  Sarah huffed. “Could have listened to my mouth and not wasted so much time.”

  “Your mouth is the problem, kitten. You shoot it off but rarely say what you really think or want.”

  “You think you know better than me?”

  “I’m learning,” Joe murmured sexily. “That’s what tonight was all about.”

  Sarah stifled a yawn. “What’d you two learn?”

  “You’re damn loud when you’re pissed off,” Logan groused.

  “Not something you couldn’t have learned from one of your spies.”

  “You bite your lip and get quiet when something really gets to you,” Joe said and then paused. “No comeback? Nothing smart to say now?”

  “I’m tired. I want to sleep.”

  “You’re tired? But your heart’s beating like a bass drum. You want me to drop the conversation because I’m making you uncomfortable. It’s because I’m getting close.”

  “The only way you’d get closer is if you stuck that dick grinding against my bottom where it belongs for once.”

  “Does my dick belong inside you?”

  “I’m here now. And I’m wet. Isn’t that enough?”

  “It’s a start.”

  “Joe?”

/>   “Yeah, kitten.”

  “I’m not so tired now.”

  Again, the men’s glances met above her. Logan’s mouth curved.

  “Just to let you know,” she uttered testily, “I don’t think we can do that thing again.”

  “Your ass is strictly off limits for at least another week. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Logan rolled off the bed, and Joe’s arms enclosed her. He turned her, coming over her. Her arms and legs opened instantly to wrap around him.

  His kiss was a sweet, suctioning melding of lips that generated a warmth inside her chest she tried her damndest to ignore. But the melting, choking heat remained there anyway, growing more insistent, crowding her heart.

  When his hands cupped her cheeks as though she were precious, she mewled into his mouth and closed her eyes tightly.

  Again, the bed dipped, and this time she nearly growled because she didn’t want the tenderness of Joe’s kiss to end. However, he released her lip and rolled away.

  A glance at Logan’s steady gaze and the mask he dangled at the end of his index finger was all it took to set her heart thumping hard inside her chest and her body melting.

  Joe thrust a hand beneath her neck and lifted her head while Logan fit the black mask over her eyes and tugged the straps at either side of her temples to make it snug.

  She couldn’t see a thing, but they could. The thought left her feeling very vulnerable. Hard, muscled bodies stretched out beside her, flanking her. Joe on her right. Logan on the left. A hand cupped one breast, and because of the angle of the thumb toggling her distended nipple, she knew it was Logan.

  Determined to keep track of who did what because her perception was all she could control, she concentrated on every little caress, every breath that gusted against her skin.

  Joe’s head neared, warm breath and then lips touching her shoulder, gliding downward to mouth the top of her right breast. His tongue flicked out and traced the indention between her breasts. Fingers plumped up her breast, but it took a moment to realize it had to be Logan because her mind was honed in on what Joe was doing, and her whole body quivered, waiting for him to touch her nipple with this slippery tongue.