Griff’s agonized moan floated overhead. “I’m never going to survive this.”
She grazed the silky-steel length of his shaft with her fingertips. “Close your eyes and picture my cousin Jimmy naked.” Visualizing that hairy spectacle would keep anyone from popping too soon. She took Griff into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over the taut, glistening head of his cock, the divine flavor of him making her greedy for more.
Something wet and rasping traveled the inner slope of her thigh. Logan’s tongue. Oh God, that’s why he’d wanted her to stay on the counter. So he could—
She gasped around Griff’s turgid flesh as Logan drew a lazy figure eight on her slit with his tongue. Her hips bucked.
“Mm, Catman, easy to see why you’re so territorial about this sweet pussy.” Spreading her legs wider, Logan suckled on her clit. Ignoring the desperate noises purling from her throat, he insinuated a finger inside her and rubbed unerringly over her G spot. The desperate noises turned to frantic pleas. Logan eased back and blew a stream of air across her throbbing flesh, making her arch. “What do you say, sugar? Should we offer Catman another taste? Wouldn’t want him to accuse me of being selfish and hogging your orgasm all to m’self.”
Griff practically wrenched himself from her mouth as he dove for the V of her thighs. Like a man possessed, he devoured her clit while Logan’s finger pumped inside her. Their sensual onslaught tripped her over the edge and she cried out, her body shaking from the intensity of the climax crashing over her. The aftermath left her dazed and not entirely sure if she’d just died from orgasm overload. Head spinning, she stared at the fluorescent tube lights spitting and flickering like crazy above her. Fingers brushed the hair away from her forehead, and the hazy outline of Griff’s face swam into focus. “Jem, did you see that? You almost smoked the lights.”
She blinked at the unrestrained excitement in his voice. “I did?”
“Yes, baby. Clarissa was right.” He scooped her into his arms, his smile so beautiful it almost made her cry. His lips met hers in a tender kiss before he pulled back and caressed her cheek. “This is proof we can unlock your magic. If you let us.” Griff’s free hand drifted down her collarbone and lower. His thumb played over her nipple, and the tingles started all over again. Logan cupped her other breast, and she met his hot gaze, her pulse dancing a Rumba.
She licked her lips, and he leaned in to kiss her. Like Griff, she could taste herself on his tongue. “Oh God.”
Logan growled against her mouth. “Please let there be a supply of lube somewhere in this fantasy.”
“Beneath the register.”
Both Logan and Griff gaped at her.
“What?” She wrinkled her nose. “Being prepared is sexy.”
Logan shot her a grin before leaping around the corner of the counter. He gave a triumphant howl and held up a tube of K-Y Jelly like it was the most exciting discovery since King Tut’s tomb. His eyes dark and filled with a purposeful gleam, he joined Griff in front of her and flicked the cap open on the lube. She bit her lip, uncertainty duking it out with the surge of raw desire pumping through her bloodstream. This was a huge step beyond Griff and the vibrator. Adding Logan to the equation would complicate things, regardless of their motives for including him.
“Remember what I said about thinking too much, sugar?”
She stared up at Logan and became lost in those amber irises. “I—I need to just feel—” She broke off on a gasp when Logan’s hand slipped between her legs and grazed over her sex. His skilled fingers circled her clit and she whimpered. Okay, he definitely had a point. Her thighs parted slightly and Griff’s hand caressed over her mound, inches away from where Logan was working his magic. She shivered beneath the intensity of both their gazes.
Logan’s fingers trailed lower, dipping inside her pussy, leaving her clit in Griff’s more-than-capable hands. Being on the receiving end of all their lavish attention managed to shove her worries to the distant reaches of her mind. Lust, pure and potent, took center stage. Flattening her palms on the counter, she arched her back, moving in concert with Griff and Logan’s fingers. A sound between a hiss and a growl came from Griff, and she looked up to find him watching her with what could only be described as a primal, gonna-fuck-you-till-you-scream stare. Moisture flooded her pussy at the predatory promise in his expression. Something cool and slippery traversed along the sensitive tissue of her perineum. A silky trail of lubricant—courtesy of the tube of K-Y Logan was squeezing.
Griff leaned forward and kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth the exact moment Logan’s thumb slicked inside her ass. Her moan fell victim to the hot, velvety recesses of Griff’s mouth.
“You’re so warm and tight, sugar. Maybe too tight. How ’bout you give me a hand here, Catman?”
The last thing she expected was the sudden inclusion of Griff’s forefinger right beside Logan’s. Oh God. A forbidden thrill coursed through her and she shuddered. Abandoning her mouth, Griff journeyed down to her breast and lapped at her nipple. She didn’t have to worry about her lips being lonely for long. Logan offered her a lush kiss, full of wet, teasing tongue play. By the time he pulled his head back, she was breathless and desperate to be filled with something more substantial than the sets of fingers readying her. As if reading her mind, Logan reached for the lube again and squirted a healthy portion into his palm.
Griff gave her nipple a lingering lick before he scooted up to nuzzle her neck, distracting her from the intriguing sight of Logan slathering up his cock. “Baby, I can’t go along with your fantasy exactly the way that you want it. There’s no way I can watch him bury his cock in your pussy and not want to rip his face off.”
“Um…okay.” She was more than a little baffled why he thought she had a specific order of who should be where, but all that became insignificant when he nudged the head of his cock against her slit. He braced her thigh with his hand and glided deeper. She was so wet and slick he easily lodged to the hilt on one smooth thrust. “Griff.”
“I’ve got you.” He hooked her legs around his waist and lifted her, easily supporting her weight. She heard movement behind her and realized Logan was taking her place on the edge of the counter.
Holy hell, we’re really going to do this. Despite all the foreplay leading up to this moment, the realization of what they were about to do still stunned her a little bit. Nervous excitement making her dizzy, she clung to Griff. Logan gripped her waist, guiding her toward him. His shaft prodded between the cheeks of her ass, glazing her puckered opening with the lubricant he’d generously applied. He easily slipped inside the first half inch, but the angle of penetration hindered his efforts.
“Sugar, how about straddling my legs? It’ll make things easier.”
She released her hold on Griff’s waist and Logan helped her onto his lap, draping her thighs over his. The position plunged her straight onto his cock, and she gasped at the suddenness of the deep, double penetration. Griff and Logan groaned in unison. Pinned between them, she wiggled, trying to adjust to the fullness. The movement created a delicious friction that sent pleasure spiraling in dense waves. Her shuddering moan joined Griff’s and Logan’s. She was surrounded by a solid wall of muscle and heat, her senses swimming in a heady sea of sex and male musk. Logan’s palms coasted over her hips and inner thighs, creating a path of fire across her skin. She trembled, each nerve in her body exquisitely alive. They moved inside her, their cocks like twin instruments of pleasure designed perfectly for her. For this. Slick, succulent sounds of their lovemaking provided an erotic soundtrack, fueled further by Logan’s wickedly raunchy commentary.