Compliance

by Lexxie Couper

  Together on bringing Bethany to the heights of sexual rapture. Together on experiencing it with her.

  Head swimming with charged need, cock aching with engorged want, he tore his stare from Logan’s eyes and took her nipple in his mouth again.

  He sucked that perfect bead of flesh until her moans turned wild. He worshipped with his tongue and teeth as he mirrored his mouth’s rhythm with his fingers on her other nipple.

  “Oh God, yes…” she gasped. “L-Logan…Curtis…this is…”

  Once again, her words gave way to whimpering noises. Curtis wanted to lift his head to see what Logan was doing, but couldn’t find the willpower to stop suckling on her breast. How could he when it was so warm, so soft and lush and exquisite?

  “This is what, Bethany?” Logan’s voice danced on her hitching pants. “Tell me.”

  “G-good,” she groaned, driving her nails into Curtis’s shoulder again. Her body shook, trembles that echoed her shallow breaths. “So good.”

  From between her thighs, Logan chuckled. “I think we can do better than good, don’t you, Curtis?”

  Kneading her other breast with increased pressure, Curtis withdrew his mouth from her nipple and raised his head to meet his friend’s gaze. “I think we can. What do you have in mind?”

  Logan’s smile grew haughty. “This.”

  As Curtis watched, his friend, the man who’d had difficulty even making eye contact with a woman for most of the time Curtis had known him, rose slowly to his knees, sank two fingers into Bethany’s pussy and took her right nipple with his mouth.

  Needing no prompting, Curtis returned his own mouth to Bethany’s other breast. Closed his lips around her nipple and sucked.

  Hard.

  Chapter 3

  At some point, he was going to need to stop. Take stock of the situation. Assess the moment. At some point, he needed to apply logic to where his body and his desire for Bethany had taken him, had taken them all.

  But not now. At this moment, Logan was going to surrender to the carnal impulses controlling him and worship Bethany’s body with every fibre of his own.

  Sharing her with Curtis only made the worship that much more profound and perfect.

  Again, a fact that would require analysis and assessment later.

  He drew deeper on her flesh, laving his tongue against its pebbled form as he stroked his fingers against her inner walls. She was hot and tight and wet down there. He could smell her pleasure in every breath he took. It fed his own, turning his erection to a rigid length straining to be free of his jeans.

  Releasing his cock would have to wait. He wanted to make her come first. He wanted to fill her with such potent arousal she called his name and marked his back through his shirt.

  Sliding his lips up to the side of her neck, he wriggled his fingers deeper inside her sex and sucked on the smooth flesh of her throat. She moaned, the sound eliciting a groaning answer from Curtis.

  Logan didn’t need to look to know his best friend sucked on Bethany’s other nipple. He’d become aware of Curtis’s head—right beside his—the second Curtis bent over her again. His senses seemed to be on hyper-alert, the heat from his friend’s close proximity an exhilarating rush also requiring contemplation.

  A contemplation that would take place at a later time when he wasn’t giving himself over to the desire he’d harboured for fourteen long days and nights.

  Moving his lips to Bethany’s ear, he captured her earlobe with his teeth.

  She cried out, arching into his fingers, squeezing her thighs around his hand. Beside him, Curtis groaned, the sound animalistic and hungry.

  Logan knew of his friend’s sexual prowess. It was a topic that had been much discussed by Australia’s media and gossip sites during his cricket-playing days. He also knew Curtis was rarely not in control of a situation. The fact he was deferring to Logan now…

  Later. Analyse it all later. For now…

  Heart racing, cock pressing against his fly, he slipped his fingers free of her pussy, stroking a slow path over her perineum to the tight ring of muscle that was her anus. He pressed the pad of his index finger against her opening, flicking his tongue into her ear as he did so.

  “God,” she moaned. “Th-this is incredible. This is…oh God, this is…so good.”

  He pressed again. He didn’t want to enter her body this way. Not yet. He just wanted to give her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced, and teasing her back entry…hinting at what was to come later…

  “Oh Logan.” She rolled her hips, granting his finger greater access to her anus. “Pl-please…again.”

  With a chuckle, he traced the inner shell of her ear with his tongue, removing his finger from her entry.

  She moaned, a raw protest ripe with hungry pleasure. “No fair,” she rasped, trying to snare his wrist.

  He chuckled again, slipping his hand away before she could grab it. “I never promised to play fair, Bethany,” he whispered.

  “Bastard…” she ground out, clawing at his shoulder. “Please don’t stop. D-don’t…I need…”

  “More?” Logan asked, shifting on his knees as he raised his head to study her face.

  She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut, her chest heaving.

  “Touch her clit, Curtis.”

  At Logan’s command, his friend slid his hand down Bethany’s belly.

  Logan watched Curtis part her folds with two steady fingers, the tiny pink button of her clit revealed to them both. He sucked in a slow breath, wanting to feel that hypersensitive collection of nerve-endings under his tongue.

  Instead, he smoothed his palm over her belly, her breasts, up to her parted lips. He traced them, reveling in the warmth of her breath on his fingers.

  “I could watch you hang on the precipice of pleasure for hours, Bethany,” he murmured, feathering his fingers along the line of her jaw before skimming them down her throat to her pebbled nipple.

  She whimpered, pushing her hips higher. “Logan…I want…I’m going to…come soo…I want…”

  Curtis moaned against her breast, rolling her clit with the tip of his middle finger.

  “Me inside you again?” Logan asked. The blood not turning his cock to a steel pole roared in his ears.

  Tortured pleasure etched her face. She let out a strangled groan, nodding even as she reached for Curtis’s wrist. “Yes. Yes.”

  Before she could close her fingers around his friend’s wrist, Logan stilled her hand, moving it to the cushion beside her head and pinning it there.

  “You want my fingers inside you as Curtis’s fingers your clit?”

  A ragged whimper escaped her. She nodded, opening her eyes to stare up at him. “Yes.”

  Without a word, Logan trailed his fingers down her arm, over her breast, her nipple, her belly.

  She gazed into his eyes the whole time, her breath growing faster.

  “Fucking do it, dude,” Curtis growled from her breast. “I’m about to fucking blow my load, I’m that turned on.”

  A rush of hot lust and desire cramped Logan’s belly. He shot his best friend a quick look, his head giddy.

  Curtis gave him a single nod. “Do it. Please, mate, do it. Before I pass—”

  Before Curtis could finish the request, Logan pressed two fingers to Bethany’s sodden slit and penetrated her heat.

  She arched, driving her hips upward, digging her heel in his back as she tried to pull herself harder to their hands. “Fuck, fuck, yes. That’s…that’s it. I’m going to…I’m going to come s-soon.”

  Logan’s erection pulsed, straining against the inside of his jeans. He drew in a slow breath, watching the raw pleasure etch her face as he stroked her inner walls with the tips of his fingers. “Not until I say so, Bethany,” he instructed. She whimpered, tormented rapture on her face as she nodded.

  His heart slammed in his chest, his throat, his ears. Still staring at her enrapt expression, he reached for the nipple he’d recently been sucking and closed his fingers around
its pebbled form. “Pinch her clit, Curtis.”

  Without waiting to see if his best mate followed his order, Logan pinched Bethany’s nipple. Hard.

  “Fuck!” She bucked on the sofa, head thrown back, her cry high and ripe with pleasure. “Oh fuck…”

  He ground his teeth, his head swimming, on the verge of losing control. The need to release his cock, to bury it into Bethany’s slick sheath…

  Rolling his fingers over her nipple, he pulled a deep breath. “Again.”

  Once again, he didn’t wait to see if Curtis obeyed. He pinched Bethany’s flesh, scissoring his fingers inside her faster as he did so.

  “Oh God.” Bethany bucked, tossing her head side-to-side. “Oh God, Logan, please let me…please let me come.”

  “On my hand or on my tongue, Bethany?” he asked, the tortured desire on her face filling his cock with urgent steel.

  She shook her head, eyes closed, breath little but hitching gasps. “I d-don’t care. I just…need…to come…oh, please…”

  Chest tight, he slid his stare to Curtis once again.

  His friend watched him, his eyes ablaze with a carnal pleasure Logan felt all the way into his core.

  “Rub her clit, Curtis. Hard and fast. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

  In response, Curtis moved his fingers faster over her sex, the back of his hand bumping into Logan’s palm with increased speed.

  Scraping his thumb over Bethany’s nipple, he returned his stare to her face. Watched her struggle with her need to orgasm as he stroked at the sensitive spot inside her.

  Watched her cling to the brink of control. Watched her balance on the edge of release.

  “Come on my tongue, Bethany,” he said, slowly withdrawing his finger from inside her as he lowered his head to her sex. “Now.”

  He thrust his tongue inside her folds, Curtis’s rapidly moving finger bumping against his nose, his lips, his teeth.

  He didn’t care. Neither, it seemed, did Curtis. His friend’s rhythm didn’t change.

  The acceptance of the moment, the erotic perfection of the two of them working in such intimate harmony to bring Bethany to the peak of sexual pleasure flayed at Logan’s control.

  As did the musky heat of her juices coating his tongue and her raw cries of wanton rapture as she came with a keening moan.

  She slammed her hips upward, the violent move driving Curtis’s knuckle to Logan’s forehead. There was pain, but only a little. Pain had no hope of competing with pleasure this intense. Between his legs, his cock throbbed, engorged to a point beyond agony. To a point beyond comprehension.

  He laved his tongue between her pussy lips, driving as deep as he could into her slit, gripping her thighs as he did so. He held her as motionless as he could as he lost himself to the intoxicating ambrosia of her release.

  “Oh God,” she groaned. “Oh God, I can’t…I can’t…”

  He lashed his tongue against her spread pussy as Curtis’s finger rubbed over and over against her clit.

  “Oh fuck, Logan…” Her gasp rose high on the air. “I’m going to come again. Again, oh fuck, a—”

  He yanked his head away from her sex, grabbed Curtis’s wrist and plunged his friend’s fingers deep inside her, replacing Curtis’s finger on her clit with his own tongue.

  “Jesus, fuck!” She clawed at his scalp, the back of his neck. “Fuck, oh, fuck, I’m going…I’m going…”

  Fresh wet heat seeped over Logan’s chin. Curtis’s ragged groan tore the air above Logan’s head, his wrist bumping in continuous jerks against Logan’s jaw. “So fucking tight, Sloan,” Curtis moaned. “So fucking tight and wet.”

  Head swimming, body thrumming, Logan closed his lips around Bethany’s clit and sucked.

  “Oh God,” she screamed.

  “Fuck, yes,” Curtis growled. “Jesus, Logan, you’ve made her come again. It’s fucking flowing from her like a flood. And so fucking tight…so fucking…”

  Perfect, Logan finished in his head. So fucking perfect.

  Two weeks of imagining what it would be like to be the sole focus of both men at once, and she’d just lived it.

  Oh boy.

  They finally withdrew their hands and lips and tongue from her body. Bethany could only moan in grateful protest. She never wanted them to stop touching her, never wanted them to stop giving her pleasure. But she couldn’t take any more. Her nipples throbbed with pleasant pain. The ache between her thighs was sweet and tingling. Holy hell, her body really was on the verge of imploding.

  And yet, even with the quaking shudders of her multiple orgasm still thrumming through her, even with the physical impact of their fucking on her body, she ached for more.

  More of their pleasure.

  They’d made her come more than once. It seemed only fair she return the favour in kind.

  Shifting on the sofa, she levered herself into a more upright position, casting them both a slow smile.

  Whereas she’d been almost crippled with nerves on entering Logan’s apartment, now she damn near thrummed with energy. It had been exactly as she’d known it would be, exactly as she’d fantasied it to be. Exquisite. Sublime.

  Perfect.

  Mind-blowing.

  Moving her gaze to Logan, she slid her leg from around his body and pressed the ball of her foot—still encased in the six-inch hooker-heels she’d worn at the beginning of her seduction—to his chest. “Wow,” she murmured, exerting a little bit of pressure. “That was a rather impressive beginning.”

  Behind her, his close heat seeping into her shoulders, Curtis laughed. “You could say that.”

  Letting out her own laugh, Bethany grinned at Logan. “Now if you’ll excuse me for a moment…”

  Before either man could say a word, she twisted on the sofa, kneeled on the cushion and reached for Curtis’s belt.

  The Australian stiffened a second before a raw groan fell from his lips.

  Wriggling her naked butt at Logan and smirking up at Curtis, she unzipped his fly and released the rigid length of his erection.

  “Fuck me, Sloan,” he ground out as she wrapped her fingers around his thick girth and lowered her smiling lips toward its bulbous head. “I’m not going to do myself proud if you’re—fuck, you are…”

  She chuckled at his strangled expletive, her mouth filled with his cock. It was so hard and hot, like freshly forged steel. She cupped his balls in one hand, smoothing her other hand over her butt to part her folds with her fingers, granting Logan a view of what he’d so recently been fucking with his tongue.

  “Oh, Bethany.” Logan’s murmur stroked over the sultry delight mounting inside her again. “You’re playing with fire.”

  Sliding back up Curtis’s length, she gave his balls a slight tug and then shot Logan a grin over her shoulder, wriggling her ass at him as she stroked her middle finger over the entry of her pussy. “I would say I’m playing with myself, seeing as you seem intent of keeping your dick in your—”

  He moved. Fast.

  One second he was standing a foot away from her, the next he was gripping her hips, his jeans-trapped erection pressed hard to her pussy. “Suck Curtis’s cock, Bethany.”

  She hissed in a swift breath, her heart slamming into her throat.

  She wanted both men to come. No, she needed both men to come. She needed them to blow their loads so they were all, once again, on an even keel. There was no chance she was letting this night end before all of them had been rocketed to sexual heaven over and over and over, and she was a firm believer in not wasting time when a job needed to be done.

  And right now, her job was to make both men come.

  But at the dominating control and ravenous want in Logan’s eyes, all she wanted was to feel his body sink into hers.

  He held her stare, his eyes promising what she ached for. Craved.

  Logan dominating her. Logan matching her pleasure.

  Logan.

  It wasn’t until she felt his palm smack against the curve of her butt c
heek that she realised he’d released one hand from her hip.

  Pleasure shot through her, glorious pleasure laced with wicked pain.

  She gasped, her pussy contracting. The ache in her sex intensified. She’d never wanted to be penetrated by a cock like she did his.

  Her head swam.

  She stared at him, kneading Curtis’s balls with a trembling hand.

  Logan smacked her again, his nostrils flaring. “Suck his cock, Bethany.”

  “Wh-hat,” she asked, her voice a scratchy breath, “are you going to do while I’m doing that?”

  For an answer, Logan smiled. Not a smug smile, not a playful smile. Not even his normal, self-mocking smile, but a smile so shy Bethany’s heart tripped a beat.

  And just like that, she realized she more than liked the Australian IT guru. More than desired him.

  There was no denying it. She was falling in love with him.

  “Turn around and make my best mate come, Bethany,” he instructed, his voice gentle, almost humble.

  She turned back to Curtis, unable to do anything but. If she didn’t, she may do something stupid like tell Logan how she felt.

  Curtis dropped her a wink, the action as roguish as ever.

  Bethany stared at him. They were so different, these two men. So different and so perfect together. What would they do if they knew she only wanted—

  Pulse pounding, tummy fluttering, Bethany arched an eyebrow at Curtis. She needed to regain some control of her crazy heart. It was going to lead to haunted pain if she wasn’t careful.

  Sex. That’s what this was. A fantasy come true. Her and the two hot Australian men making love to her.

  There’s that L word again, Bethany.

  “Think you can make it to the count of ten?” she asked Curtis, desperate to keep her voice frisky and playful.

  He laughed, the sound growing wobbly when she trailed her fingertips up the length of his erection. “I’ll go one better. I’ll make it through the first verse of “Advance Australia Fair”.”

  Bethany laughed even as her mind ached to know what Logan was doing behind her, what was he going to do to her. “Deal,” she said to Curtis, a heartbeat before she closed her lips around the rim of his cockhead and sucked him into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.