by Maya Banks
“And maybe he wants what you’ve been getting,” she said in a teasing voice.
“Oh, there’s no doubt about that, baby. He’d be a damn fool not to.”
Logan picked up his pace, hurrying across the sand and to the pathway leading to the hotel. The little tease had taken to joining him in the shower and giving certain portions of his anatomy very personal attention. It almost made him want to start taking three or four a day for that very reason.
He also made it a point to pay her back in very creative fashion.
A few minutes later, he burst into their suite, and sure enough, the shower was running. Only Rhys, the bastard, was already in it. He started to turn and go into the other bathroom with Catherine, but she grinned and slid out of his arms.
She leaned up on tiptoe to kiss him. “Give me five minutes. Poor Rhys is probably feeling neglected. He’ll be out shortly and then you can come wash me.”
She sashayed toward the shower, her ass swaying, that tiny little string of her thong rubbing erotically between those delectable cheeks.
“Goddamn Rhys,” he groaned as his cock grew even harder.
Catherine opened the shower door to find Rhys standing under the spray, eyes closed, his hand curled around his engorged cock.
“Expecting me?” she asked huskily.
He opened his eyes and stared at her, lust tightening his features. She stepped forward, leaving the stall open so Logan could see the two of them and anticipate the fact that he was next.
There was a degree of naughtiness in what she planned. The idea of sucking off both men in the shower filled her with evil glee. But more enticing than that was the knowledge of what they’d do to her afterwards.
When Rhys reached to turn off the water, she put a hand on his wrist.
“Leave it,” she murmured.
She stripped off her bikini then shook out her hair before ducking her head under the spray. Knowing that both men were watching her, she ran her hands seductively up her body, over her curves. Her breasts, taut and aching, felt heavy in her palms.
They tingled as she slowly caressed and teased the nipples until they puckered and stood painfully erect.
Rhys groaned and curled his hand around his cock, the head dark and swollen above his fist. As he watched her, he stroked until he was hard and straining.
She placed her hands on his chest, loving the feel of all that masculine muscle and hair-roughened skin. Her fingers glided easily over the surface, clinging to all the dips and valleys.
She followed the wet, dark trail of hair down to his navel, lowering herself as she went. When her knees met the bottom of the shower, the tile hard and cool against her skin, she moved his hand from his cock and replaced it with her own.
Squeezing lightly, she worked her hand up and down the length. She loved the feel of him. Firm. Thick. Delicious.
Rising up, she eased the blunt crown past her lips, pausing to lick a circle around the rim. She explored the difference in textures, from the velvety softness of the foreskin, to the slightly rougher feel of the head.
She licked at the vertical slit, smiling when he flinched and moaned. Finally, she took mercy and swallowed him deep.
His hands flew to her head, holding her as he rocked up on his toes.
She let him take over. Let him fuck her mouth. She loved that about him and Logan both. They were never afraid to take what they wanted.
Her hands fell away as his thrusts became more urgent. She braced herself against his muscled thighs and let fingers wander down his legs then back up again, around to his firm ass that coiled and flexed with each forward motion.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to allow him to slide deeper into her throat.
“Oh yeah,” Logan growled from across the bathroom.
She tried to turn her head to see him, knowing he was watching, but Rhys yanked her chin back with his hand.
“Oh no, Cat. Right now you and that pretty mouth are all mine. Logan’s just going to have to wait his turn.”
She shivered at the raw ownership in his voice. She also knew the impact it would have on Logan. He would be more turned on. More eager to possess her.
Rhys’ hand curled underneath her jaw and forced it upward, angling her to take him even deeper. He slid all the way in and held himself there as she sucked in air through her nose.
“Beautiful,” he said with a growl. “I love the way your lips look stretched around my dick.” He pulled back, allowing the tip to dance over her tongue before rocking forward again.
“Stick your tongue out, Cat. That’s it,” he said as he slid out. “Use your hand. Make me come all over your tongue.”
“Shit,” Logan breathed.
She curled her fingers around the thick base of his cock and worked it up and down. She rocked up on her knees to give herself a better position.
He touched her face, glanced his fingers over her ears and to the back of her head in eager desperation. His movements became more erratic, and his cock jerked and pulsed in her hand.
The first hot rope splashed onto her tongue quickly followed by another and then another. It hit the back of her throat, some falling forward onto her tongue then running over her lips, and some going down as she swallowed.
Her movements became more gentle, and she licked at the crown as the last of his come erupted into her mouth.
Almost before Rhys could step away, Logan moved in, his movements urgent. He was hard and straining, and Catherine knew he was already close to orgasm.
She stared up at him, knowing he was hugely turned on by watching another man fuck her mouth, by seeing the evidence on her lips and tongue. She let the remainder of Rhys’ come slide over her lips then licked over her mouth to remove it.
“God,” Logan whispered.
He grasped her jaw and held her firm as he impatiently thrust into her mouth. There was no finesse to his movements but rather the hard urgency of a man pushed way beyond his limit.
He reached down, grasped her arms in his hands and hauled her back until her head bumped against the wall of the shower. Both hands framing her face, he positioned her and then thrust deep.
The water stopped, and Catherine dimly registered that Rhys had turned it off. But he didn’t leave, which surprised her. Logan was much more of a voyeur than Rhys.
A blowjob didn’t adequately describe what she was doing. But then she wasn’t doing anything. Logan was fucking her mouth as hard and as ruthlessly as he fucked her pussy. Long, deep strokes, filling her until he stole her breath.
His fingers dug into her skull, scraped through her hair, and his harsh breathing echoed off the marble walls.
There was no warning, no slow work-up to his release. He exploded in her mouth. Warm fluid splashed onto her tongue, and she was forced to swallow it all as he pumped harder and faster.
His agonized groan filled her ears even as he filled her mouth.
Then his thrusts became slower and more gentle. His hands relaxed against her head, and with a shudder, he finally pulled away.
Two sets of hands reached for her, cupping her elbows and helping her to her feet. She wobbled between them, faltering to put one foot in front of the other.
“Easy, love,” Rhys soothed as he helped her out of the shower.
She shivered, and Logan quickly wrapped a towel around her. She clutched at the ends as the two men dried themselves with quick swipes of their towels. Then they turned their attention back on her.
Caught between them, she sighed in contentment as Logan dried her hair, and Rhys ran the other towel down her body, absorbing every droplet of water from her skin.
He ventured close to her pussy, and she trembled. On edge. Sharp and wanting. It was the only way to describe the tension coiling through her veins. She needed to come. Wanted it badly.
“We’re going to take turns fucking you, baby,” Logan whispered silkily in her ear. “Long and hard until you beg for mercy. Then we’re going to fuck you together.�
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Her knees buckled, and she had to grab for Rhys’ shoulder to steady herself.
Rhys took her wrist and pulled her until she fell against him. He wrapped his arms around her, hoisted her up until she was eye-level with him and kissed her hard and long.
Never taking his mouth from hers, he took off for the bedroom, her dangling legs bumping against his.
When he reached the bed, he lowered her to the mattress. Not giving her any time to adjust or react, he reached down, spread her legs and dove into her, filling her in one heated thrust.
Her nerve endings short-circuited. It was as though someone set off an entire package of firecrackers in her groin.
Hard and fast he rode her, rocking endlessly against her hips. His weight pressed her into the bed, and not an inch of her flesh was left uncovered by his.
Flush against each other, heated and only getting hotter, their bodies undulated in perfect rhythm. His mouth worked over her neck, ravenous, carnal and utterly demanding. He nipped and bit, sucked and licked, and still he fucked her harder.
She gasped for air. Her lungs screamed. Her body screamed louder, demanding release.
Harsh, almost angry, her orgasm rose, tearing through her abdomen with savage intensity. She threw her arms around Rhys and yelled his name hoarsely.
Her body was still alive with sharp tingles when Rhys rolled off her. Logan was over her immediately, thrusting inside her.
She was sensitive, too sensitive, and each thrust sent a shaft of nearly painful pleasure rocketing through her pussy. Instead of lying over her as Rhys had done, Logan dragged her body until her ass rested on the edge of the bed.
He curled his arms around her knees, spreading her wide to receive him. Rhys climbed onto the bed beside her, his cock in his hand.
“Over here, Cat,” he said, tapping her jaw with his free hand.
She turned her head so that her cheek rested against the mattress and Rhys had easy access to her mouth. With no preliminaries, he thrust inside as Logan continued to pound into her pussy.
A ragged moan worked from deep inside her chest, fluttering around Rhys’ cock and escaping her lips in a long, sensual breath.
Then Logan withdrew and turned her entire body on her side so that she faced Rhys. Logan’s hands moved over her ass, and he lifted her just enough that he could slide back inside her pussy in the new position.
His cock hit new places, angling differently than before. He lifted her leg high, bending it at the knee so that her pussy was completely open to him.
“I want your ass, baby,” he rasped out. “I want it bad. Just like this, you lying on your side sucking Rhys’ dick while I watch.”
He pulled out then reached down, coating his fingers in her wetness. He spread it over the tight ring of her anus, dipping inward, stretching and lubricating the opening. Then he positioned his cock back at her pussy, driving in once more, covering his erection in her fluids.
Withdrawing, he moved over and pushed against her anus.
Her ass parted for him, sucking him in. The resistance was there, deliciously edgy and sharp. The brief moment in which she wanted to cry out and tell him to stop disappeared as her body surrendered, and he surged forward, locking her into sweet, overwhelming pleasure.
This was what she craved with a force that frightened her at times. Connected to both men, loving them with her body, mind and heart.
Logan cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple as he fucked in and out of her ass with slow, deep thrusts. He slid inward then stopped, resting balls-deep for a long moment before withdrawing, the head rimming her entrance.
He stroked lightly, shallow, teasing her opening before ramming forward again.
Rhys stroked her hair, tucking the strands behind her ears then touching her cheek tenderly as he eased back and forth over her lips.
Then he withdrew, backed away and bent down to capture her lips in a savage kiss. His hands pulled at her hair, straining her neck backward as he ravished her mouth.
Their tongues met and tangled, clashed and retreated. She lost her breath. He took it and gave it back.
“I want your ass next,” he whispered into her mouth.
She shuddered against Logan’s thrusts, her eyes closing in bliss.
But Logan heard Rhys, and he pulled away from her. Rhys turned her over onto her stomach and pulled her legs until she was positioned beneath him.
“Go get cleaned up,” Rhys told Logan. “We’ll take her together.”
She was already arching up to accept Rhys when he covered her ass and slid deep. She dug her hands into the covers, clenching her fingers tight. Her eyes closed, and she turned her face to the side so she could breathe as Rhys began fucking her, riding her hard, pressing her firmly into the mattress.
He settled into an easy rhythm, his cock working in and out of her ass with delicious friction. He nudged her thighs wider apart with his knees then leaned harder onto her back, allowing more of his weight to rest against her.
She was blanketed by him. He filled her over and over, plunging deep. His possession thrilled her.
The slow, steady slaps filled the room. Her ass jiggled, and her body rocked into the bed. He whispered loving words into her ear. They wafted lazily around her, comforting her, stroking deeper than his thrusts ever could.
The endearments pierced a part of her soul that had lain cold for a long time. As if stepping into the sun after a long, hard winter, she warmed and began to bloom.
“I love you,” she whispered as she opened herself fully to him.
He kissed the arch of her neck and then her shoulder. “I love you too,” he whispered back. “I’ll always love you, Cat. I’ll always need you.”
She moaned, helpless against the cascade of feeling he unleashed.
Another hand brushed across her face, the finger tracing a line around her lips. Logan.
“I’m going to turn over with you,” Rhys said as he reached underneath her with his arms.
Still embedded deep in her ass, he rolled sharply, bringing her on top of him. Now she stared up at the ceiling, her body angled back, Rhys wedged tightly inside her.
Logan loomed over her, his eyes glittering with want. Lust. He looked so powerful. All male. Dominant. Fierce.
Rhys spread his legs, and it sent him deeper until she whimpered against the fullness. Her ass burned and stretched, and still she wanted more.
Logan smiled, then grabbed her knees, pulling them wider apart until she was bare and helpless against whatever he wanted to do. How he would even manage to fit inside her pussy with Rhys filling her ass so full was a mystery, but they always managed, much to her exquisite delight.
He fitted his cock to her opening, and Rhys stilled his movements to allow Logan to gain entry. There was a moment of tension as her body fought the reality of two cocks, and then they were both lodged deep inside.
“Oh God,” she said weakly.
Rhys cupped her breasts, plumping and caressing the supple flesh as he waited for Logan to set the pace. He plucked at her stiff nipples, rolling them between his fingers as she squirmed between them.
“Baby, you have to stop that,” Logan groaned. “Give me a minute or I’m going to come.”
She smiled, confident in her power. She loved that she could drive them both so crazy. They were thick and hard inside her, two powerful men. Sexy and rugged.
To entice him further, she gave another tiny wiggle then clamped down on his cock as hard as she could.
“Oh hell,” he grunted.
Logan started driving in and out of her. His movements rocked her against Rhys, and she loved the way he cradled her body, absorbed Logan’s power.
She was protected and cherished between them, their hands gentle even when their cocks weren’t. And she loved that too.
Rhys’ hands slipped down to her waist, and his fingers dug into her skin as he too began to thrust into her body. Logan’s hands replaced Rhys’ at her breasts, and he gently pulled at
her nipples as both men moved against her.
“I want you to come with me,” she gasped.
“Are you close?” Logan growled.
His face was strained, and she knew it wouldn’t be long.
