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I whimper as he toys with me, swirling my arousal over that tight little bud. Trent shifts on the bed, his golden eyes burning with need. “She’s always been an overachiever.”

Logan chuckles. “She’s so wet, Trent. Bet you’d love to feel this.”

A shudder unravels me. I’m not sure if it’s the way Logan’s stroking me or how he just said Trent’s name. With a moan, I lean back against Logan, letting him carry my weight on his chest. “That feels good.”

“Mmm, so do you.” He plunges a finger inside me again, drawing back just to tickle my clit.

How is he doing this? My knees start to buckle, but Logan’s big arms keep me upright. He’s rolling that tight little nub with one fingertip, making Trent watch me squirm in his arms.

Logan’s voice rolls up the base of my spine. “You want a taste?”

Trent starts to get up, but Logan stops him. “Stay right there.” He chuckles and drives two fingers inside me. “Sara hasn’t given her blessing yet, has she?”

Oh, God. There’s something he wants me to do, but I’m not sure what it is. His fingers keep thrusting, moving inside me as the heel of his hand rubs my clit. My mind’s going fuzzy and I’m so close to coming it’s nuts.

“Here,” Logan rumbles, dragging his hand from my panties. I whimper, then gasp as he holds out his hand to Trent. “Have a taste. ”

Oh. My. God.

I stare wide-eyed at Trent, who stares back at me with equal parts longing and shock. The fingers in front of him shine with a gloss of arousal. My arousal.

Logan’s fingers.

Trent clenches his jaw, then releases it. Slowly, he opens his mouth.

“There you go.” Logan slips two digits between Trent’s lips. His thumb grazes Trent’s jaw, and a hot throb of need surges through me. “Delicious, right?”

Nodding, Trent meets my eyes. Slowly, he sucks Logan’s fingers. He groans like he’s tasting peach pie for the first time, not taking his eyes off mine.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life.

Then it gets hotter as Trent’s cheeks hollow. He’s sucking off every last drop of my juices, releasing an audible pop as Logan pulls back.

“Well done.” Logan plunges his hand back into my panties.

This time, he’s not messing around. Two fingers thrust deep inside me while another one strokes that tight, throbbing nub. I last less than ten seconds like that.

“Oh, fuck!” I go off like a big stick of dynamite, bucking and coming so hard I fall back against Logan’s hard chest.

“Good girl,” he breathes, withdrawing his hand from my body.

I can’t see his face, but I see Trent’s gaze aimed over my shoulder at Logan. Just like before, something passes between them, but it’s hotter this time. More intimate, even if neither man touches the other.

For the first time ever, that thought crosses my mind. Would they touch each other? Is that something they’d like?

Would I?

My body’s still buzzing with the last zings of orgasm, but the rest of my senses tingle now, too. I’m not sure what’s happening, but I know that I’m part of it .

And I know I want more.

“I’ve changed my mind.”

Trent drops his eyes to my face. “You don’t want this?”

Oh, I want it.

“Just a slight change of plans.” My voice shakes a little, but it’s surprising how in-charge I sound. “I know the plan was for Logan to fuck me while you sit on your hands and watch.”

Trent tilts his head. “We can pivot if you want.”

“For sure.” Logan takes my hand, guiding me over to the bed. He’s probably tired of holding my weight, and I’m glad to sit down for a second.

“I still want to fuck Logan.” It’s crazy to say that out loud with the man I’ve been planning to marry sitting beside me. “But I want to suck you while I do it.”

Trent’s eyes flare as one edge of his mouth ticks up. “Uh, no complaints here.”

“Sounds good to me.” Logan chuckles and eases me back on the bed. He positions me right in the middle, then moves to peel off his boxers.

Trent does the same while Logan rolls on a condom. With all the exploring we’ve done these past couple days, Trent knows I’m okay with taking him bare.

“In case you have any doubts,” he told me last night as he gave me an envelope. “Test results from the on-site clinic. I’m clean.”

It’s one less thing to fret about as we arrange ourselves on the bed. I’m flat on my back with Trent on his knees near my head. He squeezes my breasts through the filmy black bra that’s attached to a snug corset waist. Turning my head, I open my mouth like a baby bird hungry for dinner.

Logan growls as he watches me suckle the fat, throbbing bulb of Trent’s cock. I give it a twirl with my tongue, enjoying the sear of two pairs of eyes that can’t look away.

Logan climbs on the bed, moving between my legs as he uses his knees to nudge me open. “God, you look good like that.” Gripping a thigh in each palm, he opens me wider, then glides a finger through my folds. “I fucking love how wet you get.”

I shudder and seal my lips around Trent as Logan draws one of my legs to his chest. It’s strange to be spread open this way. I feel so exposed, but sexy as hell. He watches my face as he notches himself at my entrance. He’s giving me one last chance to back out.

Probably fair, since just a few weeks ago, I pictured myself having sex with only one man for the rest of my life. But now I can’t picture anything other than Logan sinking inside me.

Clutching Trent at the base of his shaft, I drag my mouth off him. “Do it, Logan.” I look into those bright, hazel eyes. “Let us both watch you fuck me.”

I look over at Trent and yep—he’s got his eyes locked on Logan. He looks hungry and dazed, and I tighten my grip on Trent’s dick. Stroking him slowly, I watch in spellbound wonder as Logan sinks slowly inside me.

Fuck, that feels good.

“Oh, Sara.” Logan’s gritting his teeth as he eases in, inch by thick inch. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Isn’t she?” Trent’s eyes are hooded as his cock gives a twitch in my fist. “Wait ‘til you’re all the way in. It’s like Heaven, my friend.”

I love how they’re talking, like I’m something to treasure and savor. Like they’ve fought some great battle and won me. I’m their prize, their possession, their ultimate reward.

“Oh.” I clench down as Logan sinks deeper. I’m still not used to this searing sense of fullness. This achingly beautiful stretch.

“Breathe, baby,” he urges.

“You’re doing great, Sara.” Trent kneads my breasts, pinching each nipple between a thumb and forefinger. It gives me the tiniest shockwave of pain but diverts my mind from the intrusion. From Logan’s progression inside me.

He’s all the way in now, seated as deep as he can possibly get. He holds himself there, looking deep into my eyes as my body keeps clenching and squeezing.

“Baby, you look so good like that.” Trent sweeps the hair off my face. “You like how he feels in that tight little pussy?”

I nod and his dick bumps my cheek. That’s right, I was sucking him, wasn’t I? At some point I should have watched porn so I know how this goes. I keep getting distracted, wanting to witness every last move while aching to lie back and feel .

Then Logan starts moving and I gasp. God, that feels good, the thrust and retreat. The bright burst of fullness followed by hot, grabby need. I open my mouth, needing to feel myself filled to the brim.

“Trent,” I plead between moans. “Put it back in my mouth.”

“You’re sure, baby?” He brushes the hair from my face. “You don’t just want to enjoy?”

“Sucking your cock is enjoyable.” Holy shit, I just talked dirty! “Fuck my mouth now .”

He blinks in astonished delight. Then he’s guiding his cock to my lips, traveling a slow, languid path down my tongue.

It’s a gradual glide as he gives me a chance to adjust to his cock in my mouth.

My gag reflex still isn’t great, but I manage to take most of him in.

Sealing my lips, I suck as he starts to draw back.

It takes forever, this slow advance and retreat. Not that I mind in the least. I’ve always been one to savor my lollipops, sucking for hours without giving in to the temptation to crunch down. Which I swear I won’t do to Trent’s dick.

At some point, it dawns on me Trent must be pretty well hung. Both men must be. I don’t have much basis for comparison, but I kinda doubt Logan would have this job if his cock wasn’t way above average.

So yay me for taking them both. I increase the pressure, sucking Trent deeper as Logan saws in and out of me. We’re setting a rhythm, a pace that the three of us don’t discuss, but somehow we’re working in tandem. There’s thrusting, retreating, and plenty of moaning.

Trent releases my breasts, letting one hand skim down my belly. For a second I think he’s reaching for Logan, and I hold my breath watching it play out. Then he touches my clit and my brain short circuits, then spikes to a new realm of pleasure.

“Oh, God.” That’s what I try to say, anyway. I’m still sucking Trent, so it’s more of a garbled moan.

Logan picks up the pace, hazel eyes locked on the spot where he sinks into me. Where Trent’s fingers tickle and tease, coaxing me close to the edge. Stars spark at the edge of my vision and I wish I could hold out longer. But Trent’s wicked touch, Logan’s deep thrusts—they’re too much to handle.

I cry out around Trent, arching up off the bed as my whole body seizes. He’s fucking my mouth now, giving in to the urge to pump me like Logan’s now doing. My eyes flutter shut, but just as I close them, I see it.

A sight I don’t fully absorb.

Trent leans forward, advancing on Logan with fire in his eyes. It’s the last thing I see as my lashes squeeze shut, but my mind paints the picture from there.

On the backs of my eyelids, I see two bodies crashing together. Logan and Trent, a kiss that’s surely a figment of my imagination. I’m coming so hard that maybe I’m seeing things. Orgasm-induced hallucination?

As bright spasms rock me, I open my eyes and see it for real.

Two men inside me, both of them thrusting, retreating.

Their mouths fused together, their hands intertwined in a tight, hungry knot over my body.

They’re kissing. Logan and Trent are kissing.

“Oh my God.”