by JA Huss
Oh, hell yeah.
“Yeah, Logan. Come over here and show us your mad sex toy skills.”
Chapter Eight - YVETTE
My head is foggy, my legs are shaky, and I just had a really amazing orgasm about an hour ago. But fuck it. These men are my gift and I’m going to spend every last hour of this day doing whatever the hell I want.
The sex toys used to be a joke. Back when jokes were a thing in my world. They were fun back when I was happy. And I’ve used them a little in the time since they stopped being a joke. A few times, with a few random men. But nothing serious.
But there is an inevitable conclusion coming at the end of this night. One that can’t be stopped. And I’ve got several thousand dollars in sex toys in that drawer that have mostly been ignored.
So… why not?
I’m still drunk enough that I don’t have the energy to think too hard about this. And hell, these two men are big, and muscular, and sexy. And it doesn’t hurt that they both have huge cocks.
I do one of those come-here motions with my finger as I look at Logan. I get these two now. AJ is the muscle but he’s also the charmer. He’s one of those upbeat guys even when he’s stressed.
Which is perfect because Logan is the uptight one. Literally, the suit. He’s all business. He’s got scars on his knuckles, just like AJ. So he’s a fighter too, but he does something else now. Like maybe once upon a time he was just a street thug but he’s since moved up.
I have a feeling AJ can fix cars, and dishwashers, and turn on generators, while Logan can sign the fuck out of a check, or get you out of some jail time, or fix the fucked-up accounting in your books.
Which makes me laugh. Because nobody’s fooling anyone today. I know who these guys are.
“Come here,” I whisper, when Logan just looks at me. “AJ needs help.” I take the cock ring from AJ and hold it up like exhibit A. The exact evidence Logan needs to be convinced.
He doesn’t take a single step.
But he does unknot his tie. Slowly. Carefully. Looking me in the eyes while he slips it out of his collar and throws it on the bed, like maybe he’s gonna use it to tie my wrists together later.
He takes off his suit coat and drapes it over a chair, then starts unbuttoning his shirt.
I let out a breath when he exposes the well-defined muscles of his chest and my fingertips have an almost uncontrollable urge to touch him.
He takes off a pair of cufflinks, places them on the bedside table, and then slips his shirt down his arms, letting it hang there, half on, half off, so I can get a good look.
He grins. “Like what you see?”
I swallow and nod, then look at AJ, who has the same hungry look on his face as me.
“Should I keep going?” Logan asks us. “Or do you want me to keep the clothes on?”
“Off,” AJ says. “Take everything off.”
I have no idea if these guys are like… partners. Or if they’re just friends who dabble. But I can tell they have a certain level of comfort with each other. I can tell they like each other. I can tell they’re turning themselves on right now.
Logan unbuckles his belt. It jingles in a very sexy way when it falls open. His fingers deftly undo his pants and pull out his thick, long cock. His shirt is still hanging off his arms so he’s the perfect picture of a man who is about to fuck you into oblivion.
He looks like a model with his dark hair, and chiseled jaw, and intense gray eyes.
He jerks on his dick a few times as we watch. Then he grins and kicks off his shoes. “I’ll tell you what,” he says. “AJ can come over here and finish. And then you, Yvette, can undress him for me while I watch and enjoy. And then… we can talk about who’s gonna put a cock ring where.”
AJ looks at me like we’re the partners in this room and not the two of them. He smiles, silently asking what I think of the new deal. I don’t say anything but my answer is yes, and AJ understands this.
He hands me the cock ring and walks over to his friend. His large hands land on the round, muscular flesh of Logan’s shoulders, hesitating for a moment, like it feels good. Which I imagine it does. I want to touch Logan so bad right now, my fingers are tingling.
AJ slowly slips his hands down Logan’s shoulders, dragging the white button-down shirt off as he goes. It drops to the floor at Logan’s feet like a discarded cape. And then there’s one moment of hesitation. Less than a moment, maybe. And AJ reaches for Logan’s fully erect cock and begins to jerk him with one hand while the other one reaches up around his neck and he leans in for a kiss.
They kissed earlier so I know Logan’s OK with it. But for some reason I expect him to back away.
He doesn’t.
He opens his mouth, reaches for his friend with his tongue, and kisses him full on without regrets.
AJ mumbles something sexy. Something that might just be a moan or might be more, I’m not sure.
And Logan replies with, “Keep going. She’s patiently waiting for her turn.”
Which makes me hold my breath and AJ chuckle.
He backs away from the kiss and looks down at his hand, still jerking on Logan’s dick. Then he bends down and I step forward a few paces to get a better look as he places his mouth on Logan’s lower stomach and drags his scratchy face down the soft, sensitive skin.
Logan grabs AJ’s hair, holding him still for a moment while he closes his eyes and looks up at the ceiling.
I take a few more steps towards them.
I want AJ to suck him off so bad. A warm, tingly feeling builds between my legs as I get wet for them.
But AJ just slips Logan’s pants and boxer briefs down his legs until he steps out. He takes each of his socks off, one at a time. And then Logan is bare. Naked for us. Looking like the god Adonis with his perfectly muscled body in the soft glowing light of my bedroom.
AJ stands up and turns around, his hand outstretched, and says, “Now me.”
I walk forward on autopilot. Even if I wanted to say no to this, I wouldn’t be able to. I want to see what’s under that white thermal shirt he’s wearing. I want to feel the muscles of his arms. I want to see them both naked. Standing next to each other like Greek gods incarnate.
I take AJ’s hand and let him pull me close. Logan puts his hands around my neck and squeezes just enough to make my body flood with adrenaline. With fear, too.
But Logan’s grip loosens as he leans forward. He kisses me. Not the urgent, all-accepting way he did Logan just moments earlier, but tentatively. Like we’re new at this. And he whispers, “Get AJ naked,” into my mouth.
I exhale, my fingers reaching for AJ’s shirt. But I break away from the kiss so I can watch. So I can look. So I can get that first peek of what this well-built man is hiding underneath his clothes.
I find the hem. It’s ragged with rips and undone seams. Well-worn and familiar, and maybe old and overused, but in a good way. And that’s kinda how I feel right now. Like all my seams have come loose and are about to unravel. Like I’m old and tired, but still—there is this one night left for me. This one last chance to be part of something.
I lift up, anticipating the washboard abs, and I’m not disappointed. He is even more cut than his friend. Even harder with muscle, if that’s possible. I look up at AJ’s face as he lifts his arms. But I’m not tall enough to take the shirt completely over his head so Logan helps me.
And then there he is. His whole naked chest. Tattoos and scars. Rough and perfect. I trace the outline of a large angel on his chest. A woman with long, flowing hair and outstretched wings.
Not an angel. A valkyrie. A goddess killing one man with a sword while she saves his brother-in-battle to fight another day.
“Keep going,” AJ urges.
I drop to my knees, my legs spread open wide to give them a peek at my pussy, and lift up the hem of his faded and ripped jeans so I can get his boot off. Then do the same thing for the other foot as Logan bends down and begins to finger my pussy.
I have to st
op and close my eyes for a second
But again, AJ is there, hand gripping my hair, urging me on with a, “Keep going.”
I unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them down his hips. Logan helps me now. Just one hand because the other one is entering me with his thick fingers.
AJ steps out of his pants and pulls me up to a standing position by my hair.
Logan rises with me, his fingers still inside my pussy. Still pumping in and out.
And there we are.
The warrior angel between two men.
Only the best part is—I don’t have to choose who lives and dies.
I get them both.
Chapter Nine - LOGAN
Maybe it’s the lighting. It could just be the lighting. But the three of us look like a trio of beautiful supernatural beings.
Yvette, with her long, blonde hair and perfect tits. Her pussy so wet from my fingers and her nipples erect and pointed.
AJ with his hard, muscled body. His broad shoulders and eight-inch cock poking Yvette in the stomach.
And me. Behind him, my cock flattened up against his ass like I’m about to enter him.
There is so much sex in this room I want to come right now.
But the cock ring is on the floor at Yvette’s feet. Dropped there and forgotten until I see it. I crouch, dragging my tongue down the back of AJ’s leg, grab it, and lick my way back up, stopping briefly to take the skin at his waist between my teeth and nip him until he says, “Stop that, you fucker.”
Which makes me smile and let go.
I stand up holding the black cock ring, and say, “You still want me to put this on? Because your dick is hard and it’s gonna grip it tight.”
“Fuck yeah,” AJ says, always willing to take one for the team.
I turn to the drawer of sex toys and grab a tube of lubricant. I smear a little over the cock ring, which is not a regular cock ring, but more like a vibrator with a curve at one end that will wrap around his shaft as the vibrator lies in front of his balls.
AJ and Yvette begin to kiss while I bend down and take his massive dick in my hand. I can’t help myself, I pump him a few times, making him moan into her mouth.
But I’m anxious to get this on him so I spread the curved part of the ring open wide enough to force it over his shaft, and then I let go of the tension until it grips tightly around his skin.
AJ moans, his fingers threading through my hair, and then he fists it tight when I position the vibrator next to his balls.
I stand up and admire him.
“There’s a remote too,” Yvette says, breathing heavy as she points to the drawer.
I nod, find the matching black remote, and place it on the nightstand for later.
Because we’re not done exploring here. No way is AJ the only one having toy fun. Yvette has enough for everyone.
Inside her secret sex-toy treasure chest is another remote-controlled vibrator. Much like the one AJ’s wearing, except it’s bright purple instead of black. I hold it up and smile. “Your turn, Yvette.”
She sucks in a deep breath. Like maybe she’s nervous. Or maybe… she can’t believe her dumb luck.
AJ takes it from my hand and studies it. Like it’s perplexing. It’s a vibrator, but not just a vibrator. Just like that cock ring he’s wearing isn’t just a cock ring. It’s got a curve at the end, like his, but hers is flat and will line up with her clit.
“Lie down on the bed and spread your legs,” I tell her. “AJ’s gonna do the honors this time.”
Yvette bites her lip. But not in hesitation. Because the skin on her arms prickles up, making the tiny hairs stand on end, and her nipples bunch together even tighter, if that’s possible. She bites her lip with anticipation.
“Come on,” AJ says, taking her hand and leading her the few paces over to the bed. “I can’t wait to figure this out.”
She lets out a nervous laugh, but crawls onto the bed until she’s right in the middle, and then turns over on her back. AJ doesn’t wait for her to open her legs. He slips in between her knees and spreads them wide himself.
He looks over at the lube in the open drawer, reaches for it, but I place my hand on his and say, “Believe me. She doesn’t need it.”
He slips two fingers between her legs and presses them up inside her to check, then says, “You naughty little slut,” when he pulls them out coated with her juices.
She giggles at the insult. Because it wasn’t an insult. I like a girl who knows the difference.
He leans down to suck on the thin folds of her labia. AJ is nothing if not an attentive lover. And even though he knows she’s ready, he plays with her clit for a minute. Licking and twirling his tongue until she’s squinting her eyes tight and clenching her teeth together as she grabs his head with both hands.
AJ laughs a little and pulls back, positioning himself so he has easy access. And then he spreads her pussy lips apart and pushes the tip of the vibrator up inside her.
She sighs as he continues to push, until the only visible part is the flat clit stimulator.
I take the matching purple remote out of the drawer, place it on the table next to the black one meant for AJ, and then remove the final toy meant for me.
OK. So maybe I’ve saved the best for last and maybe that makes me a little bit selfish.
But I’ve never pretended to be anything but selfish, so I give no fucks that the final toy is the king of all men’s pleasure paraphernalia.
The prostate stimulator.
AJ has obviously never used one of these because he just looks at the teal-green toy in confusion.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “Yvette gets to put this one in and I’m confident she know what she’s doing.”
“Oh, shit,” Yvette says, realizing what we’ve set up here.
Three people with three very different, very erotic, remote-controlled sex toys.
“Move over, baby,” I say, slapping her thigh. “And be generous with the lube.”
AJ sits back near the end of the bed as Yvette sits up on her knees and takes the tube of lube and the vibrator that will go in my ass. But it’s not just a vibrator. I know. I’ve used this before many times and the moment I spied it in the drawer earlier, I knew this girl was gonna blow my mind. Because this is yet another example of two toys in one. While one end sits in my ass, pressed up against my prostrate, the other end slides right up behind my balls to stimulate the perineum.
I pump my cock a few times as I bend my knees and open them up, giving her the access she needs by lifting my hips slightly off the mattress.
AJ gets up, grabs the purple remote from the table, and begins to experiment by pressing buttons.
“Holy mother of—” Yvette exclaims.
AJ just grins as he walks over to the other side of the bed and lies down next to me. I look at him for a moment, wondering if this is getting weird. But he leans over, kisses me, and says, “Thank you.”
Which makes me laugh. Until I realize Yvette has lubed up her fingers and is massaging the entrance to my ass. And that makes me groan. It’s been a long time since I did any ass play and I’m ready for this.
“Want me to jerk you off while she puts it in?” AJ asks.
“No. I’ll come immediately if you do and I want to enjoy this for as long as possible.”
AJ nods, like this is serious shit, and begins to play with Yvette’s remote. She moans as she continues to massage my tight hole until it relaxes enough for her to stick her finger inside me.
I close my eyes and just… float in the sensations. It feels so damn good.
She doesn’t ask me if I’m ready, just slowly, and at the same time, slips her finger out and begins to press the vibrator into my ass.
AJ stops playing for a moment to grip both my knees and tilt me up a little higher, giving her more access.
I have to wonder for a moment. Just wonder what it would be like to keep these two.
To not do my job when this is all over.
To let t
hem live.
To live with them and have erotic, mind-blowing sex with them forever.
But it’s a stupid fantasy. One that’s easily forgotten when the vibrator is snug up inside me and the perfectly shaped and positioned nubs are pressing in all the right areas.
AJ lets go of my knees and lies back. Yvette grabs the other two remote controls off the table, handing the black one to me, so I can control AJ, and keeping the teal one for herself, so she can control me.
Then she climbs in between us, filling all the empty space.
She and I turn ours on at the same time and as the room fills with the soft sound of vibrating sex toys we are all suddenly… equal.
I lose my mind in that moment. Just… float into nothingness.
Except that’s not true. I float into ecstasy.
AJ begins to moan as I remember to tilt my little remote. These are high-quality toys, so each remote has motion sensor technology. Tilt it a little, the toy it links to vibrates a little. But tilt it a lot and…
“Fuck, yeah,” AJ moans.
The sound of vibration increases and Yvette begins to breathe hard. She lifts her knees up and stretches her arms out, one hand on my chest, lightly dragging her fingers up and down my stomach, but careful not to grab my cock. I will explode uncontrollably if she does that.
And I don’t want to explode yet. We just got started. So I whisper, “Thank you.”
“I want more,” she moans.
“Climb on top of me,” AJ says.
“No,” I say. “Wait. We can… we can all do this together.”
It’s a complicated puzzle but I know it can be done. I force my mind to refocus. Make myself figure it out.
Then I say, “Get on top of me, Yvette. And let AJ fuck you from behind.”
The two of them are in motion. Slowly repositioning themselves until Yvette is straddling my stomach, my cock lying flat out in front of her.
I do not need to fuck her to get off. AJ probably doesn’t either.
But what’s wrong with a little torture to go with our pleasure?
