“For trying to get you to do something you don’t want to do.”
His eyes met hers. “I didn’t say I don’t want to do it.”
Sam studied him, tried to process.
“Let’s start slow,” Logan suggested.
Sam looked over at her husband, saw that he was watching them intently. No way could she not see the interest in his eyes, even in the shadows.
“Without the bottle,” he added. “If you roll, we take turns doing it to you. If we roll, you perform for us.”
Sam nodded and looked back at Elijah. “I’m good with that.”
Elijah met her gaze and nodded. “Me, too.”
***
One thing Logan knew about Sam wasthat she was relentless in her pursuit of what she wanted.
And it was abundantly clear that she was on a mission for a repeat of what had happened this morning.
Logan wouldn’t say he was completely on board with the idea, but he wasn’t entirely opposed to it, either. He had been shocked by Elijah’s touch and definitely not in a bad way. He would go so far as to say he had enjoyed it. It had added an element that had intrigued him, made him come harder than he had in a long damn time. However, if they had planned it, he couldn’t say it would’ve played out the same way. He wasn’t sure Sam understood that.
“All right. Who wants to go first?” Sam prompted.
“I think Elijah should,” Logan told her. “Then me, then you.”
Her pretty lips formed a pout as she got to her feet. Sam retrieved the dice, passed them to Elijah, then grabbed her wineglass and returned to her spot on the floor.
Elijah took a moment to study the dice, turning them in his hands as he read whatever was on them. Logan noticed the smile as it formed, and he relaxed a bit.
For most of the day, Elijah had been somewhat standoffish. Since Logan hadn’t known what, if anything, he could say to make the situation any less awkward, he’d avoided it altogether, which probably hadn’t helped in putting Elijah’s mind at ease. And he had to assume that was the reason for the awkward tension. The touching this morning … no, it hadn’t been enough to write home about, but it had been a significant shift for them. Something that Logan was curious to explore, but he wasn’t willing to dive right in.
Elijah closed his hand around the dice, shook them, then let them fly down to the floor in front of Sam.
She leaned over and read them. “Lick. Neck.” She looked up at Logan. “You call time.”
Logan nodded, then watched as she got to her feet and moved back to Elijah, positioning herself on his lap once more.
He smiled to himself when she dramatically tilted Elijah’s head to the side so she had better access to the spot she coveted. Logan watched as her little pink tongue dragged over Elijah’s skin, and just like anytime the two were intimate, Logan’s cock began to swell.
Elijah seemed to relax beneath the onslaught, and it didn’t take but a few seconds before Sam was getting into the action, adding some sucking action.
“Stick to the rules,” Logan commanded. “Lick, not suck.”
She grunted, and Elijah chuckled.
“Time.”
Sam immediately halted her ministrations, pulling away from Elijah. She grabbed the dice, handed them to Logan with a smirk.
For the next half hour, they each had a handful of turns, Sam having to perform twice as often. If the makers of the game meant this as foreplay, they’d certainly knocked it out of the park. Between stroking nipples, sucking lips, and putting ice below the navel, things escalated quickly. Enough so, Sam had shed a good portion of her clothing while he and Elijah were wearing only jeans.
“Another beer?” Logan offered Elijah when he finished his last round of kissing Sam’s belly.
“Sure.”
“I’ll take the empty,” he offered.
