“Yes.” She whimpered again, spreading her legs so he could sink his fingers inside her. “Eli…”
He loved how hot she was, how uninhibited she was. Sam had always been that way, accepting whatever they gave her, asking for what she needed when they didn’t meet her expectations. She was the sweetest sin he’d ever imagined, and he knew he would never get enough of her.
As she trembled and moaned, Elijah went to his knees before her so he could feast on the sweet syrup coating her pussy lips. Like Logan’s had, her fingers laced in his hair as she held him there. He suckled and licked along her cleft, enjoying her cries as she begged for more.
He was aware of Logan moving behind her, keeping her upright. When Logan lifted her leg, opening her to Elijah’s hungry mouth, he tongued her entrance, fucking into her as deep as he could.
“Please!” Sam begged. “Lick my clit. Make me come, Eli.”
“Not yet,” Logan growled roughly.
Elijah pulled back, licking lightly rather than granting her request to keep her from coming. Considering she wasn’t on the bed where they’d asked her to be, he figured it was only fair.
***
Sam was panting and frustrated. She’d stayedin the bed as long as she could, but their muted groans had triggered her curiosity. She’d known coming in here that they’d done this to tempt her. At least partially, anyway. However, the moment she’d seen Elijah kneeling before Logan, worshipping his cock with his mouth, she’d wondered if they’d been thinking about her at all.
On some level, she’d been disappointed in herself for intruding on their moment. Seeing them together had made her realize there was something they were seeking that didn’t involve her. To her surprise, that strange feeling she’d gotten the last time wasn’t there. No jealousy or fear, just unabashed wonder. This thing between them was real, more so than she’d even realized. Perhaps that was the reason they’d been fighting it for so long. And seeing them like that had given her an odd sense of peace. Knowing that they could find pleasure like that triggered a new emotion. Relief, hope? She couldn’t really name it, but she also didn’t care to.
Whatever this was, it felt right. The two of them seeking something from one another … it felt as though the scales had been balanced in some way.
She leaned into Logan as Elijah stood. For the next few minutes, she endured their teasing, wandering hands as they washed her from head to toe, Logan shampooing her hair, Elijah soaping her body. Every inch of her was tended to until she was a panting, writhing mess.
At Logan’s command, she took care of them, soaping them both from neck to toe, doing her own teasing along the way. Once they were clean, Elijah shut off the water while Logan retrieved towels. Sam dried herself quickly, then raced back to the bed, giggling as she did.
“You think that makes up for it, huh?” Logan chuckled when he came into the bedroom.
She smiled.
He nodded his chin in her direction. “You forgot the blindfold.”
“Well, crap,” she muttered. She knew something was missing.
Elijah joined her first, crawling over her, his mouth trailing upward, starting at her knee and working all the way to her neck. She expected a kiss, but before he reached her mouth, he grabbed her, rolling them so that he was beneath her.
“Sit on my face,” he instructed, his voice ragged with lust.
He didn’t have to tell her twice.
She shifted up his body, prepared to straddle his face, but stopped when Logan’s hands gripped her hips. He had joined them on the bed and was currently kneeling between Elijah’s thighs.
“Turn around first,” Logan ordered.
Carefully, she repositioned so that she was straddling Elijah’s head, facing Logan.
She wasn’t sure what his plan was, but the air was stolen from her lungs when her husband leaned down and sucked Elijah’s cock into his mouth. With his hair slicked back, she could see everything, the way his tongue circled the broad head, his lips molding around it before he eased down on him.
Between her legs, she felt as much as heard Elijah’s rumbling groan seconds before he grabbed her hips and pulled her down so that he could lick her right where she needed him. To keep herself upright, she reached back and grabbed the headboard, holding it with one hand as she stared down at Logan’s head bobbing over Elijah’s cock. The skilled mouth between her legs made it impossible to focus, but she couldn’t look away. It was made all the more intense because Elijah was humming softly as Logan sucked his cock, the vibrations moving through her entire body.
When Elijah focused on her clit, Sam’s body tightened. Logan likely suspected she was close because he stopped what he was doing. He repositioned, lifting his upper body, straddling Elijah’s hips as he moved closer, aligning their cocks. She watched as he gripped both in one giant hand and stroked them simultaneously.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, pressing her hips down, grinding her clit against Elijah’s wicked tongue.
“Come all over his face, Sam,” Logan commanded.
Sam’s attention was between them, where Logan was swiping his thumb over the heads of their cocks as he stroked. Elijah’s insistent tongue flicked her clit relentlessly until she cried out, her body shuddering from the violent orgasm that stole the air from her lungs.
She sagged, but Logan was there to hold her up. He kissed her, pulling her toward him. She should’ve realized he had an ulterior motive, but she was still recovering, so she didn’t notice until she was sitting astride Elijah’s hips, his cock nudging her entrance.
