Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
EVE
M y last couple days at Crystal Bliss fly by in a blur of warm sun, delicious food, new friendships, and heavy petting.
What? I’m not sitting around waiting for Kit Plier to decide he might want me. Been there, done that, lost my shirt on an asshole fiancé who cheated and didn’t deserve my affection.
I’m not saying I’ve gone around shagging anything that moves. Technically, I haven’t had penetrative sex with anyone. I wasn’t feeling the connections, I guess.
But I did rediscover the thrill of the hour-long makeout session with a sweet, brown-eyed consort from Brazil. Then Paolo from Colombia treated me to what the Crystal Bliss app calls Backseat Bonanza—a chance to recreate a high school dry humping scenario in a classic Chevy Caprice. We fondled and fumbled on the stain-resistant, upholstered bench seat of a shiny red sedan parked at the edge of the beach.
It was fun. It was thrilling and a little bit silly. It was freeing to savor the experience without a creepy stepdad tapping the window to tell me I’m grounded and need to get home right now, young lady.
Despite all my newfound fun, nothing felt quite like it did with Kit. That soul-deep connection, that feeling of being truly seen —well, I know I can’t expect that all the time.
Doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy being groped by handsome men whose names I’ll forget by next month.
And now I’m ready for the grand finale. The Devil’s Threesome, which I’ve learned is what MFM three-ways are dubbed. The Crystal Bliss app calls it the Sexy Seesaw, but I still think of it as the Double Dip.
Thanks for that, Kit.
At breakfast this morning, I ran into Logan. I tried to play it cool, but I’m guessing he saw all my nervous energy. “Have you picked the other guy?”
“I have.” He gave me a look I couldn’t quite read. “I think you’ll like him.”
That’s…promising. “And you?” I pressed. “You’re sure you’re okay getting naked with me, or with what it entails to?—”
“Rub my dick on another dude’s junk?” Logan grinned.
“Um, yes, well.” Heat crept into my cheeks. “Just making sure you’re comfortable.”
I’ll probably never kick that habit.
“Go eat breakfast, Eve.” Still grinning, he turned me around by the shoulders, pointing me toward the gourmet buffet. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
So here I am now, dressed in my favorite black panties and bra, with a black jersey dress that’s flatteringly ruched up one side. The neckline dips low, exposing the tops of my breasts. I feel sexy and anxious and a little bit sick to my stomach.
I’m doing this. I’m scared and I’m doing it anyway.
There’s a knock at the door and I take a deep breath. The clock by the bed tells me Logan is ten minutes early. That’s fine. I’ve been ready for nearly an hour and I’m eager to get this party started.
“Just a sec.” Checking my kiss-proof lipstick in the mirror, I walk to the door in strappy high heels that feel overly formal for someone not leaving this room.
I paste on a smile and swing open the door. “I’m so glad you’re h—Kit?” I blink as his face comes into focus. “What are you doing here?”
He’s dressed in the same linen slacks he wore the day of our threesome with Sybil, and he’s holding a large cardboard box. A snug white t-shirt hugs his biceps, and his expression is one of grim determination.
Then his eyes sweep my body and he swallows.
“God, Eve—you’re so fucking stunning it hurts.” He shakes his head slowly, closing his eyes for a second. “And I’m a fucking idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot.” Mostly.
“I can be. I certainly was a few days ago.” Setting the box on my entryway table, he catches my hands in his. “I’m so unbelievably sorry for pushing you away when I panicked. For not talking things through when I got caught up in my head. I’m sorry, Eve. You deserved better, and I let you down.”
“I—thank you.” I swallow hard, willing myself not to cry. My mascara’s not waterproof and Logan will be here any minute.
But this feels more important right now. “Are you doing okay?”
“Now that I’m touching you?” He looks down at my hands cupped in his, then turns his face up with a wobbly smile. “Yeah, and that should have been my first clue. I’m more grounded with you, Eve. Just having you in my orbit makes me feel like everything’s okay. But touching you, talking with you, seeing your beautiful face light up—” He stops and shakes his head like he can’t quite believe it. “It’s a fucking miracle.”
The passion in his voice gets me teary-eyed again. “I’m glad. I feel the same way, Kit. I’ve been worried about you.”
“And I love that about you. How caring and considerate you are, it’s a goddamn gift.” He squeezes my hands, looking deep in my eyes. “I had some stuff to figure out, and I executed that poorly. I was reeling and butthurt and got caught up thinking I wasn’t enough for you. That you’d be better off not stuck with me.”
“Stuck?” I don’t know where to start with that. “ Stuck with a good looking, intelligent professional who’s also funny and charming and great in bed?” I swear he’s delirious. “Kit, I like spending time with you. Naked or clothed. It just feels good being around you, whether it’s a threesome or a dinnertime chat about spanking yourself in the nuts. Being with you makes me happy. Don’t you get that?”
“I’m starting to, yeah.” He shakes his head slowly. “I feel the same way about being with you, and I think I just freaked out just a little. It seemed too good to be true. Too fast, too fucking perfect. But feelings don’t always unfold on a timeline.” He winces. “Shit. I think I just quoted my ex-girlfriend’s new book.”
I frown. “I thought you hadn’t read it.”
His face gets a little bit sheepish. “That’s part of what I’ve been doing these past couple days.” Letting go of my hands, he drags his fingers through his already rumpled hair. “Thinking about what I needed to learn from the past. What lessons I could take into a future with you.”
I blink. “A future?”
“That’s what I want, Eve.” His blue eyes search mine. “A chance to see how we could be together outside the bubble of this place. I feel this soul-deep connection with you, like we’ve known each other forever. Maybe it’s the link with my family, but I don’t think so, Eve—I think it’s us .”
“Us,” I breathe, liking the sound of that. “I know what you mean. I feel it, too.”
“Can you ever forgive me? For thinking I knew better than you did what you needed. That was shitty of me, considering how many men in your life have done that before. I won’t make any excuses, but I can promise I’ll do everything in my power not to make that mistake again. I want to be someone who lifts you up and empowers you instead of dragging you down.”
“You’re forgiven, Kit.” Tears choke my voice, but they’re happy tears. Grateful ones. “I want everything you’re describing. A chance to see what we could be together in the real world.”
His smile is so huge it takes up half his face. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”
“I might have a clue.” I’m grinning, too, like a goofy little kid.
More of the tension seems to ease from his shoulders. “These past few days without you gave me a lot of time to think. I realized Miranda’s rejection was personal—but not in a way that means I’m inherently flawed as a partner. We just weren’t right for each other , plain and simple.”
“I know what you mean.” And I’m glad he recognizes it. “Same thing with Brock. I think I just liked the idea of me as a person settled and married and normal—” My breath snags in my throat and I laugh. “But I understand now that’s not me at all. And I like this version of Eve so much better.”
“God, so do I. I’m fucking nuts about her.” He smiles into my eyes, then tilts his head toward the box. “I have something for you. For all the Eves inside you—past, present, and future.”
“Intriguing.” I study the thick cardboard flaps, curious what’s inside. “You didn’t steal kittens from that enchantment room, did you?”
Chuckling, he opens the flaps. “Not quite. I thought we should start our new chapter with a few things dedicated to building our own traditions. Our own version of normal , but with indulgence and fun and play built into it.”
“I like the sound of that.” I laugh as he pulls out the first item. It’s an oblong package with a photo of a half-clad couple locked in an octopus tangle of limbs. “Is that a sex swing?”
“Top of the line. I got it in the onsite shop.” He sets the package on the table beside me and I study the picture more closely. “Not saying you just have to use it with me, but I’d like to witness you at least once having fun with it. Reclaiming that pleasure for yourself.”
“That sounds fabulous.” For the first time ever, my brain doesn’t dwell on the memory of Brock and Jacinda. I’m imagining what it will feel like to tangle my body with Kit’s in this swing. “Can’t wait to try it with you.”
“It’s a date.” He pulls out a cribbage board, followed by a deck of Skip-Bo cards and a box marked Battleship. “For game nights,” he says. “I want us to have fun together in non-sexual ways, too.”
“Definitely a tradition I’m up for.” I give him a saucy smile. “Also, I’m open to the idea of Strip Battleship.”
Kit laughs and sets the game boxes aside. “I’m game. Pun intended.”
Rolling my eyes, I watch as he pulls out a flogger and something with dangly bits on the end. “Cat toys,” he says. “For playing with Bratwurst, who I’d very much like to meet.”
“I’m sure he’d be happy to meet you.” I squint at the sticker on the side of the handle. “Why does the cat toy say, ‘ribbed for extra pleasure”?”
“Shockingly, they don’t sell cat toys in the sex shop.” He takes back the flogger and tucks it in the box. “Let’s count this as a metaphor for my willingness to improvise and roll with whatever surprises life delivers.”
“Sounds good to me.” I watch as he pulls out a big bag of Reese’s Pieces.
“For mutual indulgence.” He grins. “We both deserve treats.”
“We do!” I laugh and clutch the bag to my chest. “Shall we feed them to each other on game nights and movie nights?”
“Why not on the sex swing?”
“They should add that enchantment to the Crystal Bliss menu.”
“Yes! The Choco Penis Butter and Jiggly Jelly Bonanza.” He smirks when I groan. “Maybe I’ll leave naming to the marketing professionals.”
“Good plan.” I tuck the candy back in the box, not wanting peanut butter breath for my threesome.
Speaking of which, I should maybe text Logan for a raincheck. In light of what’s happening with Kit, I don’t feel right about?—
“Eve,” he says, and the worries slide straight from my brain. “I want you to know that I see you. All of you. I see a beautiful woman who’s wild and uninhibited and knows what she wants in life and in the bedroom. I also see a smart professional, a caring friend, a good daughter—a woman still struggling to kick shame to the curb. You’re all of those people, and I’m nuts about every single aspect of you.”
“I’m nuts about you, too.” Grinning, I nibble my lip. “I think we should kiss now.”
“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.”
His lips claim mine and sparks explode in the back of my brain. Wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, I sigh as Kit pulls me tight to his body. I swear to God I hear puzzle pieces clicking together. We just fit.
His tongue grazes mine, deepening the kiss that goes on a long time. His hands cup my arms, caressing and squeezing and sending flutters of rippling goosebumps from my wrists to my shoulders. It feels so fucking good that I’m digging my nails into the back of his neck.
Kit breaks away first, his eyes searching mine.
“So we’re good?”
“So good.”
“Excellent.” His smile spreads slow and roguish. “I guess there’s just one more thing left on your list.”
I’m still a bit dazed from that kiss. “What do you mean?”
He looks over his shoulder and yells. “Logan! Get your ass up here.”
Wait, what?
From the stairwell behind Kit’s shoulder, Logan’s head floats into view. “Hey,” he says, grinning as he strides to the door. “Told you you’d like the guy I picked.”
“Holy shit, Logan.”
The two men slap palms, jostling each other with one of those manly-man handshakes. “Thanks for hanging back a bit,” Kit tells him.
“No problem.” Logan grins. “That was beautiful. I tried not to eavesdrop.”
“Appreciate it.” Kit turns back and takes in my stunned expression. “Is this okay? I should have asked first, but?—”
“Are you kidding me?” I grab the front of Kit’s shirt with one hand, snagging Logan’s forearm with the other. “Get your asses in here right now. Why are we still wearing clothes?”
Logan laughs as I drag them both into my room. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”
Kit kicks the door shut and the balance of power shifts in the very best way. The next thing I know, both men are backing me up toward the bed. Kit slides a hand to the small of my back, keeping me steady as he looks into my eyes. “You ready for this, Eve?”
“Oh my God, yes .” I laugh as Kit walks me backward. “I’ve been waiting forever to try it.”
And even fully clothed, this already feels better than dozens of fantasies I’ve entertained about threesomes. The connection between us sparks with a life of its own. With Kit, though Logan’s not bad to look at.
I’m literally trembling with nervous energy. With excitement and desire. My knees start to wobble, so Kit scoops me into his arms. Kissing my neck, he lowers me onto the bed.
“We’re going to make this so good for you, Eve.” He nips at the spot where my neck meets my shoulders. “That’s a promise.”
Logan joins us on the bed, moving to the left of me. “Damn, girl,” he growls, dragging a hand up my side. “It’s about fucking time I get to touch you.”
“Isn’t she perfect?” Kit’s hand cups my ass and I gasp.
“Yep.” Logan grins. “I can’t fucking wait to be inside you.”
My insides liquify, and so do my limbs. “Yes, please,” I manage in a trembling voice. As Logan starts kissing the left side of my neck, Kit claims the right. They’re nibbling and licking and making me dizzy. God, this feels good.
I’m sandwiched between them as both men start pawing at my clothes. It’s so different from Sybil, whose softness felt like a match for my own.
But these guys are rough and possessive. They’re hungry and eager as Kit slips a hand under the hem of my dress. He squeezes my ass cheek and my lacy thong slips to the side. I’m already drenched with arousal, and he groans when he feels it. He’s kissing my shoulder, laying claim to each inch of flesh as his hungry mouth moves down my bare arm.
Logan’s hand slides to my breast. He watches my face as his thumb strokes my nipple. “Look at you, Eve. How sexy you are.” He glances at Kit. “You’re right. She’s fucking delicious.”
Kit barely comes up for air. He’s obsessed with my body, sucking, nipping, licking, dragging his teeth along the top of one breast. When he finally looks up, he’s rumpled and wild-eyed.
“Nice dress.” His hands stroke my body, gliding up my sides as he tugs at the fabric. “Tell it goodbye for now.”
“Bye!” I giggle and wave as it falls to the floor.
Kit’s on me again, squeezing my right breast as Logan massages the other. Their hands look so huge as they cup me through skimpy black lace.
“What do you think, Logan?” Kit nuzzles my breast through thin fabric. “Should she lose the bra?”
“Fuck, yes.” He slides the strap down my shoulder. “Been dying to taste these.”
I groan as his mouth opens over me, sucking the bud of one nipple. His teeth scrape my sensitive flesh, replaced seconds later by gentle swirls of his tongue. God, that feels good. Soft and then rough, then soft again, then?—
“Oh.” I’m conscious of Kit’s hand moving up my thigh. As I open my legs, fingertips kiss my sensitive core.
“Baby,” Kit breathes. “How are you already this wet?”
“You.” I pant as he teases my clit through damp lace. “Please. I need you inside me.”
He smiles and keeps teasing me. “You want my fingers?”
I want way more than fingers, but we’ll start there. “Yes.” I wiggle my hips, struggling to peel off my panties.
“Nope.” Kit pries my hands off the fabric. “I get to undress you. Any work to be done this evening, you leave it to one of us. Understood?”
I nod as Logan looks up with a grin. “You think we need to tie her up to make sure she complies?”
“Hmm.” Kit cocks his head as he studies me. “You think you can be good, Eve?”
“So good.” I whimper as Kit drags my thong down my thighs. As I open my legs, his hand strokes the slickness between them.
“Fuck, Eve. You’re so goddamn wet.” Kit’s fingertips dip inside me. “Please let me taste you again.”
I’m already spreading my legs. It’s been too damn long since I felt Kit’s tongue between my thighs. I look down at Logan, who’s devouring my breasts like he’s starving. “Please keep doing that.”
His laugh rumbles out as he peels off my bra, then goes back to sucking my nipples. “I could do this all night, honey.”
Kit moves down my body, kissing my belly and hips. Pressing my legs open wider, he glides a hand up my thigh and keeps going. “So fucking pretty and pink.”
Before I can speak, he’s parting my folds with his tongue. I whimper and arch off the bed. He sucks on my clit the same exact moment Logan’s teeth scrape my nipple. The delicious contrast makes me whimper.
“Yes.” I grip Logan’s head with one shaky hand as the other hand fumbles for Kit. He’s fucking my slit with his tongue, making me mindless and breathy. As he works his way back to my clit, a hazy white mist fills my head.
“Kit.” I squeeze my eyes shut as the first wave hits me. “Oh, fuck—I’m coming.”
“Already?” Logan looks thrilled as he squeezes my tits, his magical mouth still teasing my nipples. I arch into his hands, feeling my body go under.
“That’s it, baby.” Kit plunges two fingers inside and I scream.
Just as I start to come down, the tip of one finger grazes something so deep I cry out again. The flat of his tongue covers my clit, sending me spiraling back to the ceiling. “Oh, God!”
“I love how you’re squeezing me.” He laps at that sensitive button as I bow off the bed. “So fucking tight.”
Logan growls with his face buried in my breasts. “You’re hot when you come.”
It feels fucking magnificent to earn praise from these two sexy men. A ripple of elation rolls through me as I realize both of these men are mine . All mine for the rest of the evening.
Aftershocks wrack me as I drag Kit into a soul-stirring kiss. Logan comes up for air, smiling from ear to ear.
“Nicely done.” He claps Kit’s shoulder, then draws his hand back to peel off his shirt. “Hope you don’t mind if I get comfortable.”
The U.S. Marines tattoo ripples on his shoulder as he tosses his shirt to the side. He peels off his shorts and kicks them aside, sexy as hell in his boxer briefs. Thighs bunch with muscle, and I notice a scar snaking down his right leg. I glide a palm over it, then drag both hands up his chest. Logan’s a fine-looking man.
“You’re hot.” I’m tracing the contours of his pecs, getting to know this new body. He feels different from Kit, built more like a warrior than an athlete.
Kit growls his approval behind me. “I love watching you,” he says. “Seeing you touch him while I sit here with the taste of your pussy on my lips.”
I’m still tingling from the shockwaves of that double orgasm. Drunk with desire, I look at Kit. “Why are you still wearing a shirt?”
He laughs and starts pulling it off. Not willing to keep my hands off him one second longer, I reach over to assist. My hungry hands trace his finely toned biceps and the soft patch of hair on his chest. I could never grow tired of touching this man.
“Back in a sec.” He kisses me quickly, then stands up and peels off his pants.
Logan gets rid of his underwear while I sit here watching them strip. Muscles bunch and their bodies flex and contort. My hungry gaze lands on Kit’s cock as it strains against the stretchy black fabric of his boxer briefs. “I want to suck you.” My eyes lift to his and I smile. “Pretty please?”
“You ask so nicely…” He trails off as I drag down his briefs, kissing his abs as I shift to my hands and knees.
I feel movement behind me, but all my attention’s on Kit. On this throbbing hard cock that I take in one hand. Wrapping my fist around the shaft, I balance on my knees and dip my head slowly to taste him. He’s salty and sweet and groans as my lips seal around him.
“Oh, fuck, Eve.” Thick fingers thread through my hair as I draw Kit into the back of my throat. He’s hard and thick and I struggle to take him all in.
Licking from root to tip, I flutter my tongue underneath. Groaning, Kit tightens his grip on my scalp. He feels so fucking good in my mouth. This sensation of fullness, his soft moans of pleasure, the slippery slide of him along my tongue—I’ve missed all of it so much.
I’m so focused on sucking that I don’t notice Logan behind me. Not until his tongue drags the length of my pussy.
“Oh, honey.” He plunges his tongue deep inside me. “You taste even better than he said.”
Fuck, that feels good. His tongue laps my clit, then plunges back into my folds. He’s not messing around, licking and sucking and pressing two fingers inside me.
Breathless and dizzy, I look up at Kit. I’m still gripping his cock, letting my tongue swirl the head. His eyes go molten as he laces thick fingers into my hair.
“That’s it,” he growls as I slurp at the tip like he’s a popsicle in the sun. “You suck me so good, baby.”
I moan as Logan flicks his tongue over my clit. He’s got a different technique than Kit, more fingers and tongue than gentle suction. But I love it. I love the contrast of these two men working both ends of my body.
A shiver rolls through me as I remember where all this is headed. What’s still to come.
Kit’s whispering filthy words in a voice I barely recognize. He’s fucking my mouth, watching over my shoulder as Logan laps at my pussy.
“How’s she doing?” Kit growls as Logan slides a third finger inside me.
“So fucking tight.” He flutters the tip of his pinky over my clit. “Gonna need to make her come again before she’s ready to take us both.”
“Yes, please,” I pant, sucking Kit harder.
Hearing those words, knowing what’s coming, shoots a sharp bolt of lightning through my core. I go off like a rocket as Logan’s tongue plunges in deeper. I hold on to Kit’s cock for dear life, moaning around him as I ride Logan’s mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” Kit growls. “Come all over his face. Let me hear it.”
“Oh, God!” I scream as he flutters his tongue at my clit, thick fingers pumping inside me. Logan doesn’t let up, even as Kit pulls his cock from my mouth with a pop.
“Jesus.” Kit steps back, dazed and blinking rapidly. “That was fucking close.”
I laugh and collapse on the bed with a bounce. Logan flops down beside me, his chin and lips painted with my arousal. He makes no move to wipe his face. “I love how hard you come, Eve.”
Kit’s eyes sweep my body with possessive pride. “Fucking beautiful, isn’t it?”
“And we get to make her come again?”
I shiver, loving the way they’re talking. “Oh, the hardship.” Feigning a swoon, I throw one arm over my forehead. “I suppose I’ll endure it somehow.”
They both laugh and give me a moment to catch my breath. I take a few gulps from the bottle of water Logan hands me, then Kit pulls me into his arms again. He looks into my eyes, brushing the hair off my face. “You feel ready?”
“To get pumped full of cock?” I grin and take another sip of water. “Been waiting all week.”
Kit laughs. “Say the word if it gets to be too much, okay?”
“Okay.” But I know I won’t need to. I trust Kit completely, and Logan, too.
Kissing me sweetly, Kit eases back on the bed. He pulls me down with him, positioning me so I’m straddling his hips. With his head on a pillow, Kit’s muscular thighs hang over the edge of the bed. Planting his feet on the floor, he searches my eyes. “Glad you gave this a shot, Eve.”
I know he’s not talking about sex. “Me, too.”
My breasts graze his pecs as he kisses me sweetly. His throbbing cock presses into my belly. Breaking the kiss, he looks over my shoulder at Logan.
“Toss me that condom?”
Logan obliges, grabbing one for himself. They tear open foil packets as I swivel my hips, coating Kit’s cock with my slickness.
“None of that, naughty girl.” He smacks my ass with an open palm. “Be good and I’ll put that inside you.”
That’s reason enough to sit up and watch as they both sheathe themselves. I’m aching with need, desperate to slide one of them inside me.
Not just one. Both men.
Oh my God.
Nudging my entrance, Kit looks in my eyes. He doesn’t blink as the tip of his cock grazes my sensitive folds. “Jesus, Eve. You make me so fucking hard.”
“I can feel it.” That power feels almost as good as Kit breaching my opening.
My nails spear his biceps as he slides halfway in. I suck in a breath, adjusting to his size. Big hands grip my hips from behind. Logan, I assume, but I’m staring deep in Kit’s eyes.
“Fuck, baby.” He growls and thrusts deeper inside me. “You feel so good.”
I let out a cry as he buries himself to the hilt. My walls clench around him and I cry out again.
“Jesus, dude.” Logan chuckles. “Let the poor girl ease into it.”
“Eve can take it.” Kit tilts his hips up, angling the head of his cock to hit me right there . He doesn’t break eye contact as he pulls back and thrusts in again. “Isn’t that right?”
I nod and bite down on my lip. “More.”
“That’s it.” He fucks me a little bit harder. “That’s my good girl.”
My God, the possession. The feeling of belonging to him. I’m not normally turned on by that, but this connection with Kit makes it somehow okay. Like I know he won’t use that against me. I’m safe in this man’s hands.
I let go of his arms and rise up on my shins, bringing my body down hard on his cock. I ride him like that for a while, feeling powerful and sexy. My breasts bounce with each thrust, deliciously sensitive now.
“Fuck, you look good.” Logan glides his hands to my tits, cupping them as I move. “How does she feel?”
“Fucking amazing.” Kit grins and watches me move on his dick. “Sexy Eve. Take whatever you need.”
I ride his cock harder, gasping as Logan caresses my nipples from behind. I can’t believe how sensitive they are. How much my flesh comes alive with two sets of hands on my body.
Kit watches with hooded eyes, his cock pounding into me. I take him as deep as I can. “I feel you squeezing me already.”
I do it again, on purpose this time, as Kit licks the pad of his thumb. He draws it between us, coming to rest on my sensitive nub. Teasing my clit, he watches my face as I ride him. He knows the exact pressure I like, the side-to-side stroke that I’m craving.
“Don’t come yet.”
Is he fucking kidding me? I choke on a laugh and keep fucking him. “Then stop,” I pant, “doing that.”
“This?” His thumb strokes me faster. “Tell me when you’re close and I’ll back off.”
I’m already close, but no way am I saying so. I don’t want this to stop. “Why can’t I?—”
“Trust me, it’ll be better.” He looks over my shoulder at Logan. “You ready?”
Oh, God. It’s really happening.
Desire pulses through me, a hungry sensation I don’t even try to control.
“Yeah.” Releasing my breasts, Logan gets into position behind me. His hard cock grazes the cheek of my ass and I jump.
“So sensitive.” He breathes the word into the crook of my neck, easing me forward onto Kit’s chest. “You got her?”
“Mmmhmm.” Kit nibbles my ear as Logan dribbles warm liquid at the junction where Kit’s body joins mine. “Something to make this easier.”
“Oh,” I breathe as Logan rubs the lube into my pussy. He’s probably touching Kit too, though I can’t see from here.
But I love how open these men are with each other. How unfazed they both are with the intimacy of this act. It turns me on even more than riding Kit’s cock like I am. Nerves sear my skin as he thrusts up to meet me, keeping a rhythm as Logan holds onto my hips.
Catching my shoulders, Kit pulls me down for a kiss. “Good girl,” he growls as I keep rolling my hips. His lips brush my ear. “You trust me?”
I nod as his teeth graze the shell of my ear. “I trust you.”
“This might feel intense.” Kit’s voice rumbles low, a soothing purr in my eardrum. “He knows to go slow but tell us if it’s too much.”
I feel safe and protected in the cradle of his chest. Logan holds my hips from behind as the head of his cock bumps my entrance.
“Oh.” My breath hitches as Kit flexes his lower abs. He does it again, grazing my clit with the roll of his muscles. “Are you doing”—another gasp as those taut ridges ripple—“that on purpose?”
A warm, rumbly chuckle rolls through his chest. “Need to get you close again.”
I’m already halfway to coming. I’ve been close from the moment he entered my body. What is it about this man?
Logan advances, hands biting into my hips. “You look so fucking good, Eve. I wish you could see how hot you are taking his cock.”
Those dirty words drag a whimper from my throat as Logan’s cock nudges my entrance again. “Good?”
“So good.” I’m panting hard now, rubbing my clit on Kit’s lower abs. There’s so much damn friction I’m dizzy. “I’m getting close.”
“Not yet.” Logan squeezes my hips, timing his movement with the speed of Kit’s thrusts. “That’s it, Eve. Feel me inching inside you?”
“Oh, God.” The stretching is almost unbearable. It’s the best kind of ache, an intense swell of fullness as Logan slides home.
“Breathe, Eve.” Kit strokes my back, his eyes locked with mine as his cock sets a slow, steady rhythm. “That’s it. Nice and easy. Slow down, Logan.”
The man at my back retreats just a little. “No,” I whimper, missing the fullness already. “Don’t stop.”
Logan chuckles. “Not stopping. Just making sure you can handle it.”
I’m so fucking hungry for more. The urge to slam back on his dick drives me crazy. I’m already so full of Kit. His cock is so big, and Logan’s feels nearly as large. There’s no way they’ll both fit, but there’s nothing on Earth I want more than to feel it.
“That’s it,” Kit coaxes. “Relax.”
The laugh that rolls out of me sounds desperate and strained. “ You relax when you’re fighting this hard not to come.”
“Oh, Eve.” He smiles as his thumb skims my cheekbone. “Right there with you.”
Logan slides deeper inside me. “Oh, fuck.” As the points of his hips touch my ass, I breathe easier knowing that’s all there is. That I won’t need to take twelve more inches of cock.
Kit’s eyes search mine. “All good?”
Holy shit. They’re both inside me. I open my mouth in a wide, breathless O , but no sound comes out.
“Eve?” Kit holds my eyes. “You okay?”
“Oh my God.” I gasp. “There are two dicks inside me right now.”
They both laugh as the tension leaks out of the moment. My breasts press Kit’s chest as the two men start moving in tandem. The incredible fullness, this sensation of having it all—I can’t find words to describe it.
“God.” My lips find Kit’s and I kiss him, connecting us more than we already are. “That feels amazing.”
“Good.” He starts to move faster, giving Logan a nod over my shoulder. That must be some kind of sign, since Logan quickens his pace. “Want this to be good for you, Eve.”
“It’s so far beyond good I can’t breathe.”
He chuckles and thrusts up again. “Slow breaths, Eve. We’re not in any rush.”
The two set a rhythm that feels like a dance. The push and the thrust. The sizzle of pleasure between us. This sensation of fullness I feel deep in my spine. “Faster.”
There’s a low growl behind me, then Logan starts pumping me hard. “You like that, Eve? Are you going to come all over our cocks?”
Kit strokes my back, eyes fixed on mine as I start to unravel.
“Do it,” he whispers.
A rocket goes off and I scream from the pit of my lungs. I’m riding Kit’s shaft as Logan pounds harder, pushing me over the edge. The climax is fierce, so intense I can’t breathe. Lightning bolts arc through my body as I let out a sound that I swear isn’t human. I’m tumbling, falling, so fucking full it’s like being possessed.
Kit’s stroking my back as I shake off the haze of the world’s most intense orgasm. I look in his eyes, trying to orient to this new reality. The one where I’m so stuffed with cock I can’t move.
“How was it?” he asks, and I smile.
“Incredible.” I glance down toward the spot where we’re joined. “Did you?—”
“No.” Kit smiles and glances at Logan. “We’re not done with you yet.”
Oh, boy.