Sam moaned.
“You ready for me?”
“God, yes.”
It was the truth, although she sometimes didn’t understand how easily her body prepared for her men. They could make her wet with just a look, and while she enjoyed foreplay, it wasn’t always necessary.
Sam wrapped her legs around Elijah’s waist and shifted her pelvis to welcome him into her body.
His thick cock stretched her perfectly, filling her slowly as he eased his way in. He grazed every sensitive nerve ending, lighting her up from the inside out.
The sheet slid lower, cool air wafting over her leg.
“Let me watch,” Logan whispered, his face moving closer to hers.
Sam knew what he wanted, so she lowered her legs to the bed while Elijah pushed himself up with his arms, his hips rocking as he pushed in deep, retreated slowly. With the angle of his body, Sam could easily watch as he sank into her, which was what Logan was obviously fascinated by.
“Feels good,” she moaned, relaxing as he did all the work to pleasure her.
“I love watching his cock slide into your cunt, your juices coating him,” Logan said, his voice a rough, gravelly rasp.
Her skin tingled, her nipples pebbling tighter as his words caressed her in much the same way Elijah was.
This was what she longed for. The three of them together. Logan finding pleasure in watching them together, Sam seeking the comfort both men could give her, and Elijah letting her love him.
Elijah’s dark hair fell over his forehead, and Sam brushed it back, staring up at him, accepting that he was going to torment her slowly this morning. She clenched her inner muscles when he pushed in deep, eliciting a ragged groan as his eyes met hers.
“Do that again,” he ordered roughly.
Sam did it again and again, clasping him tightly each time he bottomed out inside her.
Before long, Elijah’s slow and gentle ride turned frantic. He began pumping his hips, rocking into her harder, deeper, faster.
Logan’s hand slid down over her belly, his fingers joining the party, ruthlessly rubbing her clit as she raced toward that inevitable peak.
“Eli … Logan…” Sam let herself go, falling into the heavenly abyss as her orgasm crested.
Elijah growled low in his throat as he pushed up to his knees, gripping her legs. He didn’t stop fucking her, his eyes locked on her face. Sam watched him, loving how sexy he was when he was chasing his release.
“Come for us,” Logan commanded.
Elijah’s gaze shot to Logan’s face, and for the first time in their history together, he came while looking at Logan rather than at her.
And something about that moment triggered an eruption in her that had her crying out once more.
“My turn,” Logan rumbled, wasting no time as he took Elijah’s place between her legs.
Sam cried out when he filled her, slamming in hard and deep. Elijah moved to her side, his face close to hers, right there in the moment with them.
“Touch her,” Logan bit out.
Elijah’s hand cupped her breast, his forefinger and thumb pinching her nipple, sending heat bolting straight to her clit.
Logan leaned forward, his body hovering over hers but ensuring he didn’t get in Elijah’s way.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled low in his throat, hammering away at her.
Sam’s entire body was tightening again, another cataclysmic eruption looming. She loved this. Loved when they ganged up on her. It was such a rarity that she’d long ago stopped wishing for these moments.
