“When I got out of the shower, Logan was in the bathroom, looking pissed off.”
“More like determined,” Logan corrected.
“I could practically taste your need.”
Sam was watching Elijah’s face, so she saw his eyes glitter as he looked at Logan before turning his focus on her again.
“The second he looked at me, I knew what was coming.”
Logan’s mouth pressed close to her ear. “I needed him. I needed to feel him, baby. I wanted to slide my cock in his ass and feel him all around me.”
She moaned, tingles erupting over her skin as she imagined them together.
“There was no foreplay that night,” Elijah added. “But it didn’t matter. We were too far gone at that point.”
Logan’s arm banded around her middle, and he pulled her hips back, driving his cock deeper inside her.
She whimpered, her hand tightening around Elijah’s cock as Logan’s hand moved hers more rapidly. She could feel their need now, knew they were as affected by the memory as they’d been during the encounter.
“How did it feel?” Sam asked, turning her head, directing her question at Logan. “How did it feel to bury your cock in his ass?”
Logan grunted roughly, his cock pulsing inside her while Elijah’s jerked in her hand.
“Fucking heaven,” Logan growled roughly. “He was so fucking tight.”
Sam moaned, shifting her hips, changing the angle of Logan’s penetration. She needed more.
Although she hated to break the connection, she released Elijah’s cock. Before Logan could drop his hand, she grabbed his wrist and guided it back to where it was, only this time, his fingers curled around Elijah’s thick shaft.
“Ah, fuck,” Elijah groaned.
“I want to watch,” she told them, unable to look away as Logan began to stroke Elijah faster.
Logan nipped her earlobe. “And I want to fuck you while he’s fucking me.”
Sam nearly came from that admission, her pussy clenching tightly around Logan’s cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Logan groaned. “Baby … do that again, and I’ll come.”
Elijah stepped even closer, his fingers tangling in her hair while Logan continued to stroke him faster. Sam couldn’t help herself; she was rocking on Logan’s lap, fucking him while he was jerking Elijah off.
“I want that, too,” she admitted. “I want to hear you say his name while he’s fucking your ass.”
Logan growled roughly.
Sam knew she was being more vulgar than usual, but it seemed fitting for the situation. Usually, they were the descriptive ones, but she wanted them to know that she could be part of this with them. That this didn’t have to be awkward between them. She understood the need because she felt it for both of them. There were times she wanted them at the same time, others when she selfishly wanted each of them all to herself. She wasn’t ashamed to admit it and didn’t want them to be, either.
Looking back at Logan, Sam smiled. “And one day, I want to suck his cock while you’re fuckinghisass.”
“Oh, Jesus,” Logan growled harshly, driving his hips up. “Fuck, baby.”
Sam felt his cock swell and pulse, knew he was coming.
“Fuck her, Eli,” Logan bellowed as his body shuddered violently.
The next thing Sam knew, Elijah was pulling her to her feet. He jerked her to him, and she went willingly, sliding her arms around his neck as he lifted her. A second later, he thrust inside her, his hands rough as they gripped her hips. She clutched his shoulders as he stumbled back, taking them to deeper water even as he bounced her up and down on his cock.
Sam was so close.
