Double Dare

by Jeanne St. James

  Those last three words held so much meaning. She had no doubt she would be coming with Ty. Both into the room and in more-wicked ways.

  He took her hand and led her into the living room. He dropped to his knees on the plush throw rug in front of the impressively large stone fireplace; all it lacked was a roaring fire—too hot for the season. He tugged her down beside him, and they knelt facing each other. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it away. Quinn's breathing became uneven when he reached for her.

  “Am I your first black man?”

  “Yes.”

  He ensnared her cotton top in his fist and yanked it over her head, tossing it in the same direction of his own.

  “Are you frightened?”

  “Yes.”

  She had on the black lacy bra she had picked up at the lingerie shop earlier in the day. She reached behind her to unsnap it, but his hands were there, brushing hers to the side. He skillfully unclipped the little eye hooks.

  Her breasts, now free, peaked to hard points. Ty leaned in, but he didn't touch them. Instead he gave her a kiss that sent electric heat scorching through her body.

  “Because I'm black?”

  A shiver of arousal moved through her. “No. Because you're too big.”

  He laughed against her mouth before his lips captured hers. His teeth tugged on her lower lip, and his tongue explored her mouth. Quinn clung to him harder, her nipples pressed to the smooth expanse of his chest. She brushed the hard tips against his skin, relishing the fact that with each touch, her pussy throbbed harder.

  She planted her hand on his chest and pushed him until he was flat on his back. He stretched out, still in his shorts, which tented over his erection. Quinn pushed one sandal and then the other off her feet with her toes, before—still on her knees—she shimmied out of her capris and threw them onto the nearby couch. She moved to straddle Ty's hips and sat lightly on his thighs. His arms were folded underneath his head. He had been watching her strip but hadn't moved a muscle. And speaking of muscles, Quinn couldn't help but notice the muscling throughout his upper body. He was like a piece of art, a sculpture, all hard curves and angles. Rich color, dark shadows.

  He was hairless. Not a hair on his head, on his chest, even his underarms. His skin was sleek and looked quite edible. Besides the barbed-wire tattoo on his ankle, his right bicep had a white tiger that was exactly like Logan's.

  He had thick black flames tattooed up the sides of his rib cage. She couldn't see where they started, somewhere beyond the waistband of his shorts. But they ran all the way up his sides and stopped just below his pectoral muscles. His pecs were firm and built, his nipples small and dark, almost black.

  Quinn planted her hands on his abs and leaned forward, taking one of those hard nipples into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, flicked it once, twice. Ty's eyelids lowered, and he shifted his hips up against her, the heat of his meaty thighs burning her slick pussy.

  She worked her lips along his ribs, pausing to lick around his navel before coming to a halt at his shorts. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and tugged them down until his cock sprung free. She rose enough to push his shorts down to his ankles, and he kicked them off. Now he was completely naked. A dark stud against a light plush rug.

  He was magnificent. In all ways. And tempting. She had the urge to touch him more intimately. And she wasn't going to fight it. Not this time.

  She settled between his thighs and cupped his balls, squeezing them gently, stroking the almost black, wrinkled skin. She encircled the base of his cock with her fingers and stroked her tongue up the back side of his shaft. His cock twitched against her mouth. She looked quickly up at his face. He was watching her but hadn't moved his arms from behind his head. A slight flare of his nostrils and a tightening of his jaw were enough encouragement.

  Quinn drew her mouth over the mushroom top of his cock, tasting his salty precum. She licked the head clean, dipping her tongue slightly into the slit at the end. With one hand cupping his balls and the other squeezing the root, she sank his cock as deep as she could into her mouth. She licked and stroked and sucked hard against the steely silk of his skin. Her lips nibbled along his length for a moment before taking him deep between her lips again.

  Still, he said nothing. Did nothing. Until she started a rhythm with her mouth and her hand.

  He was fast. Without warning, he had his fingers shoved deep in her hair, and he lifted his hips in time with her mouth. Quinn sucked harder with each upstroke.

  “Turn around. I want your pussy at this end.” Ty's voice slid over her like melted chocolate.

  Without releasing his throbbing cock, she spun her body around and straddled his rib cage, shoving her pussy toward his face. The cute little matching panties she had on were soaked. And when she felt his finger tracing around the edge of the elastic, she let out a tortured moan around his dick.

  He poked and prodded and teased her pussy while she sucked harder, farther down his length.

  He did just enough to drive her crazy. Not entering her. Not licking her. Not even touching her fully. If he did, she might just come instantly. She ran her tongue around the crown of his cock and began to palm him, her saliva and his precum making him slick enough so she could do it harder and faster.

  She felt hot breath against the wet nylon of her panties, and she cried out when his lips found her heated flesh. The only barrier was the fabric between them. Fingers pulled the narrow crotch to the side, and she felt something hot—his tongue—plunging in and out of her pussy. Her thighs quivered, and she buried her head in his lap, capturing his sac between her lips and rolling his balls over her tongue, struggling not to bite him when waves of ecstasy went through her. She stroked him with both hands and suckled his balls, letting out little mews of pleasure as his tongue worked magic on her. When he caught her clit between his lips and tugged, she shuddered and collapsed, gasping as the ripples of orgasm ran through her.

  She tried sucking in a breath, but she couldn't. Her cheek was pressed against his thigh, and she had all her weight on him, too weak to move. Finally her heart slowed, and her breathing became easier. She tried to shift her weight off Ty, but he held her in place with hands on her ass, his arms wrapped tight around her thighs.

  She needed to finish him off. She had left him unsatisfied, and that wasn't fair.

  She pushed herself up off his legs and…

  Looked straight at Logan.

  Across the room, Logan was sprawled in a leather love seat; his jeans unfastened and pushed down a little. Just enough so he had his cock in his hand, and he was stroking himself, tilting his hips up, shoving his cock deep into his fist.

  Quinn could only stare. She didn't know how long he had been there. How much he had seen. Enough, apparently.

  Ty extended a hand to Logan. A silent invitation for him to join them. Logan locked his gaze with hers and stood, his cock hard and sticking straight out from his body, framed by the denim.

  A fleeting thought of this is it went through Quinn's mind. This was what she had come here for, and she was not going to chicken out now. Something about these men made her want to just let go and enjoy. All her life she had done what was expected of her. But now… Now she just wanted to break the rules. Throw caution to the wind. Just do something for herself. Do something unexpected, daring. Logan and Ty seemed to be making that easy for her.

  She didn't want to be afraid of what people thought of her anymore. She didn't want to care. Maybe this weekend was a start.

  Without breaking their gaze, Logan unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off his shoulders, then kicked off his boots and shucked his jeans. As he pushed the denim down, vibrant color caught her gaze. Something she hadn't noticed before… A coral snake, larger than life, but just as beautiful, wrapped around his narrow hips. Once naked, he moved closer to them, drawing her attention to the man, not his ink.

  Quinn felt a little silly still sprawled over Ty, so she tried to move away again, an
d this time he let her go.

  She slipped to her knees on the rug. She was the only one still with anything on—her lacy black panties.

  She felt helpless. She didn't know what to do. How this worked. What was expected of her.

  Logan reached down to tilt her face up to him. “Stop worrying.”

  Quinn released her lower lip from between her teeth and let out a breath. Logan sank to his knees in front of her. He brushed a lock of hair away from her face. He shared a quick look with Ty when the other man rolled onto his side and laid a hand on her back. The larger man's fingers stroked along her spine; it was soothing, but it brought her nipples to points once again.

  Logan's fingers drifted from her face down to her breasts, brushing against one nipple, then the other.

  “We're going to take this slow.”

  Quinn's breathing quickened with one man's fingers teasing her nipples while the other stroked along her back and down around the top of her panties. Ty suddenly wrapped an arm around the front of her shoulders and pulled her until she was lying on her back next to him. Logan ran his hands down her sides.

  “Let's get you out of these,” he said while tugging her panties over her hips and thighs. He carefully lifted one of her legs and then the other, slipping the black panties over her feet. The whole time his hands skimmed along her skin, caressed a hip, touched the sensitive skin behind her knee, circled her heel. He raised one foot and placed a kiss on her instep. He lowered it and ran his hands up her calves, and when at her knees, he nudged them apart.

  “I want to see you.” Again, Logan gave Ty a look, but Quinn couldn't figure out what it meant.

  Ty sat up and shifted Quinn in between his legs. Her back to his front, his cock nestled along her spine. Hard, hot. She could feel the vein throbbing. Ty wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his lips against her neck. Against her pounding pulse.

  At the same time, Logan was pushing her knees up and out, exposing Quinn to his sight. His touch.

  Ty breathed against her ear. “So pink.”

  Quinn felt a tickle between her pussy lips and realized it was her own juices. She was so wet, so ready. Waiting.

  Logan moved onto his stomach between her legs, while Ty shifted her into more of a sitting position against him. The perfect position to watch what Logan was about to do.

  “I missed dinner,” Logan said softly, not raising his gaze from her pussy. “I'm very hungry.”

  Quinn dropped her head back against Ty's chest. He nuzzled her neck, his hot breath giving her goose bumps. “Watch him.”

  She did.

  Logan slipped his index and middle fingers between her plump lips in a V, spreading her open to him. His head dipped, and she felt the first warm stroke of his tongue along her folds and up to her clit. He circled and licked and suckled. Quinn gasped and tilted her hips to give him better access.

  Ty pinned her arms to her sides but caught both her nipples between his fingers, tugging, twisting, and plucking the hard tips. His breathing deepened against her neck, his cock twitched against her back, and his testicles felt like little balls of fire against the base of her ass.

  Logan shifted the V of his fingers up until it framed her clit. His lips opened, and he sucked on her hard. Quinn cried out and tried to twist her body. The pleasure was too much. Too intense. He plunged two fingers into her pussy.

  “How many fingers can he get in there…?” Ty whispered against her skin, his teeth grazing her shoulder as he pinched her nipples harder. He rocked against her, his cock almost painfully hard against her spine, his precum making her skin slippery.

  Logan played along the hard nub of her clit and the slick folds of her pussy and slipped a third finger into her. He thrust the three fingers in and out of her at a torturously slow pace.

  Quinn arched her back, pushing her breasts against Ty's hands while thrusting her pussy toward Logan's mouth. She struggled to free her arms, wanting to desperately grab Logan's long hair and shove his mouth tighter against her.

  Logan's tongue replaced his fingers, thrusting in and out of her as his thumb circled her clit this time.

  Quinn let out a low wail as his head made jerking movements between her thighs.

  Ty's tongue stroked along the outer shell of her ear, and he sucked on her earlobe, never stopping the constant rolling of her nipples. They were swollen and tender, and it hurt so good.

  Again, two fingers were in her, slipping in and out as Logan softly kissed her inner thighs.

  “Logan.”

  The deep voice startled her out of her sex-induced daze.

  “Let me taste her.”

  Logan smiled at Ty's request, and with a last long stroke over her pussy, he rose to his knees, his lips glistening with her juices.

  Quinn expected them to switch, but they didn't.

  Logan pressed his chest against hers and met Ty's lips over her shoulder. Their lips opened, and Ty's tongue traced along Logan's lips before dipping in between them. Their eyes closed, their mouths angling, and they deepened the kiss. Logan's cock pressed against her lower belly, where it left a streak of slickness of its own.

  Quinn should have felt left out. The passion, the love, between the two men was unmistakable. But she didn't.

  She felt fortunate to be a part of it.

  And she wanted one—or both—of them inside her.

  During the kiss, Ty freed her arms. She reached between them to capture Logan's cock in her hand, using the precum to lube her palm as she stroked him. She reached behind her and grabbed Ty's already-lubricated cock and stroked it with the same rhythm as they continued to kiss over her, sandwiching her between them.

  Their kiss broke, and Logan brushed his lips against hers before Ty took his turn, giving her a short, deep kiss.

  “Lie back,” Logan told Ty, who obediently shifted back to the center of the plush rug and went supine, his cock still hard and bumping against his hip.

  “Now you,” Logan said to Quinn, taking both her hands in his and moving her to straddle Ty's hips. He leaned over and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, nipping the tip, making Quinn cry out. He released it and did the same to the other one. Quinn sank her fingers into his hair, but Logan grabbed her wrists firmly and pulled away.

  He gave her a reassuring smile. “Sit.”

  Quinn looked down. She was facing Ty's feet. Did Logan want her to mount Ty backward? She wasn't sure if he'd fit normally.

  “Logan, I—”

  Logan placed a finger against her lips, halting her protest. “Don't worry.”

  He held her arms so she didn't fall, and said, “Sit,” again.

  Holding on to him, Quinn lowered herself down, planning to settle over Ty's belly and work him in slowly. But it wasn't what Logan wanted. He pulled her by her arms until her pussy was directly above Ty's cock. Ty had a grip on his cock, keeping it steady, already enshrouded in latex.

  When her slick cleft met the thick head of his dick, Quinn let out a shaky breath. She fought the urge to sink down on him and ride him hard. But she knew better. Logan held up most of her weight as she poised above Ty, the head of Ty's cock nudging her folds wider.

  Quinn felt some trepidation, fearful but excited at the same time. Logan's cock was inches from her mouth, and before she could think twice, she captured it between her lips, swirling her tongue around the head. Logan grunted and almost let her arms go, but shifted for a better grip. She sucked his cock deep, pulling hard with her mouth. Her pussy pulsed, needing something, someone deep within her. She wiggled her hips and found the perfect position for Ty's cock as she slid herself farther onto his throbbing rod.

  “Jesus Christ, she's too tight, Lo.”

  Ty was barely in her, but Quinn moved up and down in time with her sucking of Logan's cock. Every time she came down, Ty went in her a little more. A little deeper. A little farther, stretching her, filling her to the point that she thought she would burst. It felt so good.

  Ty's cock bumped against her
cervix, and she gasped as a tremor went through her inner muscles, squeezing him even tighter. She heard a hissing breath behind her.

  “Fuck.”

  Quinn released Logan's cock from between her lips as he leaned her back until she lay on top of Ty, her back to his chest. Her body rose and fell with his breaths. Every time she rose with his chest, his cock twitched within her. He pressed his hips upward, moving just enough to make her want more.

  Logan moved around to the top of Ty's head and leaned over them, running his hands down Quinn's sides, over Ty's sides, smoothing his palms over their heated skin. He shifted his weight until he was over Quinn, his thighs pressing against her shoulders as he balanced himself over her, stretching out his body above the both of them.

  By doing this, he had full access to her mound, the place where she and Ty were joined. He gave her small kisses and long strokes with this tongue over her lower belly. Quinn sucked in a breath as Logan placed his mouth over her clit and suckled. Ty continued to shift his hips, sheathing himself deep within her pussy, the stretching sensation a painful pleasure.

  Logan's position gave her easy access to his cock, which brushed against her cheek. Turning her head, she licked along his length. Ty lifted his head and sucked Logan's balls into his mouth.

  Logan tensed above her and blew a hard breath against her clit. “Shit.”

  Ty continued to roll Logan's sac in his mouth while thrusting up against Quinn. She was slick but tight, and the tug of his cock within her, along with the motion of Logan's lips, made her squirm. She licked at Logan's cock more furiously, from the root to the head, before circling and working her way back down.

  Quinn wanted to sit up, but she couldn't. She wanted to ride Ty long and hard. But their position kept her powerless. The lack of control drove her close to the edge.

  Ty's hand found her breast, squeezing and kneading. His other hand slipped up and over Logan's ass.

  Quinn could only guess what he was doing to Logan as Logan groaned against her pussy.

  “Tyson.” Logan groaned as he jerked forward a bit, his cock throbbing even harder, if possible, in her mouth.