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Authors: Jeanne St James
Tags: Erótica, Literature & Fiction, BDSM, Erotic, Romantic Erotica, multicultural, menage, Erotic Contemporary
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she sucked harder, farther down his length.
He did just enough to drive her crazy. Not entering her. Not licking her. Not even touching her fully. If he did, she might just come instantly. She ran her tongue around the crown of his cock and began to palm him, her saliva and his precum making him slick enough so she could do it harder and faster.
She felt hot breath against the wet nylon of her panties, and she cried out when his lips found her heated flesh. The only barrier was the fabric between them. Fingers pulled the narrow crotch to the side, and she felt something hot—his tongue—plunging in and out of her pussy. Her thighs quivered, and she buried her head in his lap, capturing his sac between her lips and rolling his balls over her tongue, struggling not to bite him when waves of ecstasy went through her. She stroked him with both hands and suckled his balls, letting out little mews of pleasure as his tongue worked magic on her. When he caught her clit between his lips and tugged, she shuddered and collapsed, gasping as the ripples of orgasm ran through her.
She tried sucking in a breath, but she couldn't. Her cheek was pressed against his thigh, and she had all her weight on him, too weak to move. Finally her heart slowed, and her breathing became easier. She tried to shift her weight off Ty, but he held her in place with hands on her ass, his arms wrapped tight around her thighs.
She needed to finish him off. She had left him unsatisfied, and that wasn't fair.
She pushed herself up off his legs and…
Looked straight at Logan.
Across the room, Logan was sprawled in a leather love seat; his jeans unfastened and pushed down a little. Just enough so he had his cock in his hand, and he was stroking himself, tilting his hips up, shoving his cock deep into his fist.
Quinn could only stare. She didn't know how long he had been there. How much he had seen. Enough, apparently.
Ty extended a hand to Logan. A silent invitation for him to join them. Logan locked his gaze with hers and stood, his cock hard and sticking straight out from his body, framed by the denim.
A fleeting thought of this is it went through Quinn's mind. This was what she had come here for, and she was not going to chicken out now. Something about these men made her want to just let go and enjoy. All her life she had done what was expected of her. But now… Now she just wanted to break the rules. Throw caution to the wind. Just do something for herself. Do something unexpected, daring. Logan and Ty seemed to be making that easy for her.
She didn't want to be afraid of what people thought of her anymore. She didn't want to care. Maybe this weekend was a start.
Without breaking their gaze, Logan unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off his shoulders, then kicked off his boots and shucked his jeans. As he pushed the denim down, vibrant color caught her gaze. Something she hadn't noticed before… A coral snake, larger than life, but just as beautiful, wrapped around his narrow hips. Once naked, he moved closer to them, drawing her attention to the man, not his ink.
Quinn felt a little silly still sprawled over Ty, so she tried to move away again, and this time he let her go.
She slipped to her knees on the rug. She was the only one still with anything on—her lacy black panties.
She felt helpless. She didn't know what to do. How this worked. What was expected of her.
Logan reached down to tilt her face up to him. “Stop worrying.”
Quinn released her lower lip from between her teeth and let out a breath. Logan sank to his knees in front of her. He brushed a lock of hair away from her face. He shared a quick look with Ty when the other man rolled onto his side and laid a hand on her back. The larger man's fingers stroked along her spine; it was soothing, but it brought her nipples to points once again.
Logan's fingers drifted from her face down to her breasts, brushing against one nipple, then the other.
“We're going to take this
He did just enough to drive her crazy. Not entering her. Not licking her. Not even touching her fully. If he did, she might just come instantly. She ran her tongue around the crown of his cock and began to palm him, her saliva and his precum making him slick enough so she could do it harder and faster.
She felt hot breath against the wet nylon of her panties, and she cried out when his lips found her heated flesh. The only barrier was the fabric between them. Fingers pulled the narrow crotch to the side, and she felt something hot—his tongue—plunging in and out of her pussy. Her thighs quivered, and she buried her head in his lap, capturing his sac between her lips and rolling his balls over her tongue, struggling not to bite him when waves of ecstasy went through her. She stroked him with both hands and suckled his balls, letting out little mews of pleasure as his tongue worked magic on her. When he caught her clit between his lips and tugged, she shuddered and collapsed, gasping as the ripples of orgasm ran through her.
She tried sucking in a breath, but she couldn't. Her cheek was pressed against his thigh, and she had all her weight on him, too weak to move. Finally her heart slowed, and her breathing became easier. She tried to shift her weight off Ty, but he held her in place with hands on her ass, his arms wrapped tight around her thighs.
She needed to finish him off. She had left him unsatisfied, and that wasn't fair.
She pushed herself up off his legs and…
Looked straight at Logan.
Across the room, Logan was sprawled in a leather love seat; his jeans unfastened and pushed down a little. Just enough so he had his cock in his hand, and he was stroking himself, tilting his hips up, shoving his cock deep into his fist.
Quinn could only stare. She didn't know how long he had been there. How much he had seen. Enough, apparently.
Ty extended a hand to Logan. A silent invitation for him to join them. Logan locked his gaze with hers and stood, his cock hard and sticking straight out from his body, framed by the denim.
A fleeting thought of this is it went through Quinn's mind. This was what she had come here for, and she was not going to chicken out now. Something about these men made her want to just let go and enjoy. All her life she had done what was expected of her. But now… Now she just wanted to break the rules. Throw caution to the wind. Just do something for herself. Do something unexpected, daring. Logan and Ty seemed to be making that easy for her.
She didn't want to be afraid of what people thought of her anymore. She didn't want to care. Maybe this weekend was a start.
Without breaking their gaze, Logan unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off his shoulders, then kicked off his boots and shucked his jeans. As he pushed the denim down, vibrant color caught her gaze. Something she hadn't noticed before… A coral snake, larger than life, but just as beautiful, wrapped around his narrow hips. Once naked, he moved closer to them, drawing her attention to the man, not his ink.
Quinn felt a little silly still sprawled over Ty, so she tried to move away again, and this time he let her go.
She slipped to her knees on the rug. She was the only one still with anything on—her lacy black panties.
She felt helpless. She didn't know what to do. How this worked. What was expected of her.
Logan reached down to tilt her face up to him. “Stop worrying.”
Quinn released her lower lip from between her teeth and let out a breath. Logan sank to his knees in front of her. He brushed a lock of hair away from her face. He shared a quick look with Ty when the other man rolled onto his side and laid a hand on her back. The larger man's fingers stroked along her spine; it was soothing, but it brought her nipples to points once again.
Logan's fingers drifted from her face down to her breasts, brushing against one nipple, then the other.
“We're going to take this
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