by Shelly Bell
A moan fell from her lips into Logan’s mouth. He kissed her harder, his teeth banging against her own. His free hand drifted to her other breast, his actions mirroring Hunter’s.
She nipped Logan’s lip hard enough to draw blood, impatient and desperate for more of their touches.
He pulled away with a devilish grin, rubbing his lip where she’d bitten him. “I guess you’re pretty eager.” His gaze bounced to Hunter. “Get undressed.”
She watched as Hunter stood and whipped his shirt off in one swift motion. His body was a work of art. She’d known about the tattoos covering his arms, but without his shirt, she got to appreciate them, her gaze lingering on his bulging biceps. His muscled chest was decorated by the black outline of a dragon shooting red fire from its mouth, and small hoops hung from both of Hunter’s nipples.
His shorts fell to floor, revealing everything he’d been packing behind them.
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open.
His dick was pierced.
He chuckled. “Get that reaction a lot.”
“Does it hurt you?” she asked, a blush creeping out over her chest at being caught ogling his cock.
He set one knee on the bed, his cock jutting out as if begging for her mouth. “It did when I first got it, but I like pain, so it didn’t bother me.”
She swallowed. “And it won’t hurt me?”
He leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, showing her the metal ball on it. “My piercings will only enhance your pleasure.”
She wondered how two men could make love to one woman when both of them were dominant. But in ordering Hunter to remove his clothes, Logan had made it clear that tonight, he was taking the lead. Did it always work that way for them? Or was Logan in charge because she belonged to him?
“Lie on your back,” Logan said, his hand on her nape.
The minute her head hit the pillow, both men’s heads descended, each of them taking a nipple into his mouth. Her spine arched, a moan escaping from her lips. Her eyes wanted to close, but she forced them to remain open, dropping her gaze to the tops of the guys’ heads and watching them bob as the men worked their magic on her breasts.
Logan used a harder suction to draw it fully into the cavern of his hot mouth. Hunter teased it with his tongue, rolling his piercing over her pebbled tip. Heat blasted to her pussy, waking an arousal she hadn’t known existed. She’d gone from not being able to come to thinking she might come just from having their mouths on her nipples.
But before she could test that theory, Hunter slid down her torso, settling between her thighs and parting her legs, spreading her pussy open. He didn’t waste time getting to work, his tongue lapping at her clitoris like a cat drinking milk. Using his broad shoulders to push her thighs apart even more, he shifted his tongue, teasing the metal ball back and forth on her clit and slipping his fingers inside her wet channel with ease.
When he crooked his fingers, finding her G-spot as quickly as Logan had, her legs began shaking and her head tossed side to side on the pillow, the overload of sensations and the tension coiling in her pussy too much for her to process.
She hoped she wasn’t supposed to ask for permission to come because she had absolutely no control over her body. She was a puppet and they held her strings, making her limbs dance and her spine bow off the bed through their ministrations. Nonsensical cries and pleas ripped from her throat. She tried to close her legs, the raging storm between them too overwhelming, but Hunter held her still with his large hands wrapped around her thighs.
Logan played with her nipples, his tongue swirling around one while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. When his other hand covered her throat like a collar in a display of possession, she detonated, the tension unraveling like a spool of thread sending waves of heat spreading throughout her body.
Hunter and Logan allowed her a moment to recover before turning her on her side. She heard the sound of a cap lifting and the squirt of liquid.
“Relax and let me in,” crooned Logan, his fingers coating her crack with cool lube. “I’m going to get you ready to take us both. You still with us?”
She swallowed, her lips tingling as if she hadn’t used them in ages. “I’m with you.”
His finger rubbed between her cheeks, lighting up nerves that had rarely been touched. She was too far gone to care about propriety. Nothing tonight was polite. It was deliciously deviant, and if it felt good, she wasn’t going to worry about it.
She’d come full circle from that night at Benediction when she’d intended to do an exposé on BDSM. At that time, safe, sane, and consensual were just a bunch of words with no personal meaning for her. Now she understood, not through the experiences of her friends but through her own.
It was freeing, as if the invisible chains that had been wrapped around her heart and had prevented her from living her life to the fullest all these years had suddenly been removed. No one else had the right to tell her how to think . . . how to act . . . how to feel . . . so long as it was all safe, sane, and consensual.
She tossed her head back as Logan’s fingers entered her back passage, plunging and retreating with rhythmic intent. Just like before, she wanted to escape the odd sensation as much as she wanted more of it. She tried to relax, but her hips moved on their own volition, gyrating back and forth onto his fingers.
“Hunter, why don’t you get her pussy ready to take you while I work on her ass?” Logan asked in a way that sounded more like an order rather than a question.
“My pleasure, brother,” murmured Hunter, raising her leg up into the air and plunging his fingers inside her needy cunt.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried, filled by the fingers of both men. This was nothing like before when Logan had fucked her with his fingers in both passages. Much like their personalities, each of the men had his own way of touching her. Hunter explored the depths of her cunt with precision and force while Logan’s touch was more reverent and gentle. “I need . . . ”
Logan sunk his teeth into the flesh of her ass. “Soon, Tiger. When you can take four of Hunter’s fingers and three of mine at the same time, we’ll replace them with our cocks. You’re almost ready.”
Her toes curled. She already felt filled to capacity. How could she take any more? Maybe her body wasn’t built to accommodate two men inside her.
She couldn’t do it, but she wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to.
As her mind warred with itself, the men stretched her with their additional fingers, proving their mastery over her body.
It didn’t feel good and it didn’t feel bad.
It just felt.
Logan withdrew his fingers and cleaned them with an anti-bacterial wipe. Then he snagged two condoms, tossing one to his friend before tearing the wrapper of the other. “Hunter, get on your back and put the condom on.” Logan lifted her limp and shaking body into his arms as Hunter positioned himself in the center of the bed with his head on the pillow and carefully unrolled the rubber down his length. “Climb up and sink down on his cock, Tiger. Let him feel how hot he’s made you.”
She didn’t hesitate, her empty pussy throbbing with the need to be filled again. Straddling Hunter, she gripped the base of his cock and lined it up with her opening before lowering herself onto him.
He wasn’t as wide as Logan, but he was longer, his tip practically bumping against her cervix. Experimenting, she rode his cock almost all the way up before slamming back down on him and emitting a cry of pleasure when his piercing rubbed over her G-spot.
Logan came behind her, his chest against her back. “I need you to bend forward and rest your chest on Hunter’s. You can hold on to his shoulders if you need to.”
She was never more thankful that she’d taken all those Pilates. With Hunter’s dick inside her pussy, she folded her upper body, wrapping her hands around those biceps of Hunter’s she’d been dying to grab.
Hunter smoothed his hand over her hair. “Rachel, you are one sexy woman. I’m so fucking fortunate that
your boyfriend chose me to share this with you.”
Logan’s hand pressed down on the middle of her back a second before she felt the head of his dick at her back opening. “Relax and let me in, Tiger.”
Inch by inch, he pushed his cock into her ass. She moaned, trapped between the two men as they softly rocked back and forth, comforting her with words of praise. It didn’t really hurt, but it was uncomfortable, and she wasn’t sure if she enjoyed the sensation of dual penetration.
Then Logan seated himself fully inside her and began fucking her ass with an almost brutal intensity. Her mind went blank as a delicious heat spread throughout her body. It didn’t take long before all the discomfort disappeared, leaving behind only white-hot pleasure.
She threw her head back. “More.”
Logan’s hands went to her waist and Hunter’s to her hips. With a perfect rhythm that proved they had done this before together, they raised her up and down on Hunter’s dick as Logan thrust in and out of her ass.
Having no control over the movements of her body, she was like a rag doll being tossed around by a wild dog. She was completely helpless at the whim of these two strong men. Having an orgasm wasn’t her choice. Hunter and Logan demanded it of her.
A tremor worked its way down her spine until her entire body shook, and her heart beat and her pulse skyrocketed. Her climax didn’t build. It simply crashed over her again and again, not giving her any time to recover before another one hit, until she wasn’t sure if she had come multiple times or once continuously.
With his eyes shut and a grimace on his face, Hunter roared as he came. Breathing heavy, he stopped pumping, his dick twitching inside her as his come shot into the condom. A moment later, Logan leaned over her and bit her shoulder as he came too, his body collapsing on top of her back.
Hot and sweaty, she basked in the afterglow of the most incredible fuck of her life. Logan and Hunter had shown her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, turning her fantasy into a memory she’d never forget as long as she lived. She sighed, too content to move out of the warm cocoon of their erotic threesome.
But all too soon, they shifted out of their position on the bed, laying her head on the pillow. A damp towel cleaned her between her thighs and her backside before the covers were drawn up over her. She heard Hunter and Logan murmuring quietly to one another and then the snick of the door closing.
Although her eyes were shut, she sensed that night had fallen, plunging their room in total darkness. Logan slipped under the blankets with her and curled around her, his arm thrown across her middle.
Just as she couldn’t fight her orgasm, she couldn’t fight against the need for sleep.
She was done fighting.
After all, it was impossible to win against the inevitable.
Chapter Twenty-Three
RACHEL WAS HAVING the best dream ever. Logan was between her legs, licking at her clitoris with a warm, damp tongue that hit every nerve ending as if they were completely exposed. Her inner walls fluttered as a feeling like warm maple syrup flowed through her pussy. She ordered the tongue to go faster and clenched her vaginal muscles, trying to bring herself to a climax, but it wasn’t enough to push her over.
It was a slow and steady build, her body trembling as the kindling went aflame and the heat built in her pelvis. She tried to close her legs and trap the wicked tongue between her thighs, but when the leg muscles contracted without success, she realized she was immobile.
Her eyes shot open.
Somehow without waking her, Logan had bound her wrists and ankles to the bed with rope, leaving her spread-eagle and open to his ministrations. He gazed up at her with heat in his eyes while he slowly slid his tongue up her slit and over her distended clitoris.
Although she was burning, chills racked her body as Logan dragged her over the edge and into climax.
Logan kissed her thigh then began releasing her from the binding. “Good morning. Sleep well?”
She smiled sleepily. “I did. But my wake-up call was even better.”
“It’s time to get ready,” he said, massaging her wrists with his thumbs. “About an hour ago, Sawyer brought by our suits plus our IDs to get us into the hotel as part of Senator Hutton’s security team. You slept right through it.”
She didn’t doubt it. She’d probably slept more than eight hours straight through the night, and she was still exhausted. “You and Hunter wore me out last night.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
She rolled her eyes. “Uh, yeah, Soldier Boy. I think my three orgasms proved it. But . . . ”
“But?”
Apprehensive to admit the truth, she sat up and turned to him. “I don’t regret it, but it’s not something I’d like to do again. I know it’s your kink—”
He cupped her face in his hands. “You’re my kink. And if you’re not into it, then I’m not into it. Besides, I don’t want to share you again. I was a bit jealous of Hunter last night. From now on, it’s just you and me. That okay with you, Tiger?”
She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. She’d give almost anything to make love with him again this morning, but they didn’t have enough time. If everything went according to their plans, they’d have the rest of their lives to make love.
And she couldn’t wait for the rest of their lives to begin.
After showering and getting dressed, she and Logan met the guys in the kitchen to go over everything one last time. Nervous around Hunter because of last night, she was put immediately at ease when he acted as if the whole thing had never occurred. She felt as though she was one of the guys as they studied the hotel’s blueprints one more time and reviewed their plan for accessing the mechanical room.
To keep Rachel and Logan from being recognized, Sawyer had helped them alter their appearances. Already in a conservative navy suit to match those of the security agency, Rachel wore horn-rimmed glasses with thick lenses and covered up her long black hair with a honey-blond wig that had been cut into a blunt bob. For Logan, Sawyer had dyed his hair, turning him into a carrot top, and then applied scarring liquid to his face, creating several thin scars that marred his cheeks. While they didn’t look drastically different, it was enough that they shouldn’t immediately be recognizable.
At ten in the morning, she and Logan took Sawyer’s car and headed to the Tuscany Hotel and Casino. Although they had driven by the strip when they’d first arrived in Las Vegas, they hadn’t gotten close enough to give her a true representation of just how large the hotels actually were.
The newest hotel and casino on the strip, Tuscany, was no exception. She’d read up about the hotel, needing to know everything about it before today.
She’d never been to Italy, but if it looked anything like this, she’d make sure to add a trip there to her bucket list. Set on rolling hills of grass, the hotel was created to look like a Tuscan stone villa. Hundreds of Italian cypress trees lined the driveway that led from the street up to the main entrance, and each warm-toned stone that went into building the road and the hotel was imported directly from Tuscany. Olive trees grew on the grass, their limbs tangling together.
It took millions and millions of dollars each month to maintain a landscape that didn’t belong in the desert. The investors had taken a real gamble with this property, but according to their latest financials, it was paying off handsomely for them. It was the “it” place to stay on the strip these days, which was probably why Senator Hutton had chosen it for his speech.
Sweltering in the desert heat, Logan and Rachel had spent the past hour staking out the hotel, watching Senator Hutton and his staff arrive. They were dressed identically in navy pantsuits with white shirts, the only difference being Logan wore a tie. Copying the agents of the security firm, they’d clipped their IDs to the lapel of their jackets.
Sawyer had also set them up with guns, items that made her uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. She didn’t have a lot of experience with them, other than going to th
e range with Kate a few times, so she really hoped she wouldn’t have to use hers. Unlike the seasoned Kate, she’d managed to hit the paper target only about half the time and had never hit the bull’s-eye. If a situation arose requiring her to use the gun, Rachel figured she was more likely to shoot herself in the foot than the target.
Senator Hutton’s speech was scheduled to begin in thirty minutes. She and Logan had waited outside to watch the senator and his security detail arrive and enter the hotel, but they hadn’t spotted Evans or Fink so far. It was possible they were already in the mechanical room, waiting for the senator’s arrival. It would be so easy if she could just call the Feds and tell them what Evans and Fink were up to, but as shown by everything they had gotten away with so far, they’d probably just pin the appearance of the tank with the virus on them.
And she was done being framed for crimes she hadn’t committed.
More than ready to end this thing and desperate for air-conditioning, she walked confidently toward the BH22E entrance, her spine straight and her eyes forward as if she had every right to be here.
Logan pounded on the door, and a Tuscany security employee answered.
“We’re here with Banks Security,” Logan said.
The man’s eyes narrowed. “Identification.”
“Here you go,” she said in a fake southern accent, ignoring Logan’s sideways glance as she unclipped her ID and gave it to the guard.
He examined it for a long minute then returned it to her, then checked out Logan’s next. With a nod, he handed it back. “The rest of your team already took the senator down to the bottom level.”
She metaphorically breathed a sigh of relief that their fake IDs had worked. One giant hurdle passed. Within a few minutes, they’d have access to the mechanical room.
“We were just scoping the outside of the hotel for anything out of the ordinary,” she said, wanting to give an explanation as to why they hadn’t shown up with the others so he wouldn’t be suspicious. Of course, it only made her sound more suspicious. “All clear.”
