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Grinning, he lets his gold gaze trail over me. “We should lend her a hand.”

Crowding me back toward the shower wall, their powerful muscles bunch.

I feel shaky and slick as my legs start to tremble.

If it wasn’t for two naked men holding me upright, I’d probably collapse.

Closing my eyes, I give in to the pleasure.

Someone’s kissing my neck while the other one laps at my breasts.

I’m not even sure who’s where, and that’s the thrill.

This mystery tangle of mouths and limbs and fingertips touching and probing.

“God, that feels good.” I open my eyes as somebody slides two fingers inside me and laps at my folds. “Hello again.” It’s Trent, and I smile at how much he seems to love going down on me. “Isn’t that floor hard on your knees?”

“Worth it.” He doesn’t stop swirling his tongue at my center, hooking one of my thighs over his rugged shoulder. Logan supports me from behind as Trent feasts on my folds.

Logan watches with hooded eyes. “I’ll never get tired of seeing him eat that sweet pussy.”

“Guh.” That’s as coherent as I can possibly be right now. It feels so damn good, what Trent’s doing with his tongue. I’m trembling all over and close to exploding.

Kneading my breasts, Logan cradles me against his chest. He’s hard as a rock, but so unbearably soft as he lays a light trail of kisses from my neck to my shoulder. “Mmm, want me to wash your back?”

He doesn’t wait for my answer. Just lathers his hands with marshmallow body wash and starts coasting them over my body. I’m boneless and dizzy with lust as Trent suckles my clit.

“ Oh.” Fuck, that feels good.

Still at my back, Logan lets his hands wander. Cupping one globe of my ass in each palm, he eases me open. One soapy digit glides down my tailbone, exploring that sensitive hollow.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He sounds so reverent, like he’s touching the holy grail.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Pressing the pad of a finger against me, he teases that snug ring of muscle.

He must’ve grabbed lube from somewhere, since everything’s deliciously slippery.

“You want us to play with you here, baby?”

I nod since I don’t think I’m capable of forming words. I’m too drunk with bliss, with the mind-blowing pull of Trent’s mouth. I feel like a grenade with the pin yanked out of it, set to go off any second.

“Baby.” Trent teases and probes my pussy with his tongue. “I feel you shaking. Let go, sweetheart.”

Logan’s sudsy fingers circle and swirl at my back door. I loved it before when he licked me there, but nothing ever went in . But his finger slips into me now and I shiver. That’s—wow, um—really nice. Better than nice. It’s fucking fantastic.

“Don’t stop,” I murmur, still gripping Trent’s head. “Logan, I?—”

“You like that, baby?” His finger slides in a little bit deeper.

“Yes!” I can’t believe how fucking good that feels. What would it be like to come with Trent’s mouth on me there and Logan exploring my back entrance?

The instant his finger slides deeper, I detonate. “Oh, fuck!”

Pressure bursts through me on a bright wave of bliss, knocking me back as I shatter.

My legs start to crumple, but Logan embraces me.

Trent eases me down with a series of long, gentle strokes of his tongue.

When he’s sure that he’s managed to wring out each droplet of pleasure, he releases me.

As the aftershocks rock me, he gets to his feet.

“God, Sara.” He kisses me softly and I taste my arousal on his tongue. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Turning my head, I kiss Logan as well. All three of us fumble and grope through the thick, steamy air. Logan’s hard length nudges my slippery cleft from behind. I tip my hips back to take him. I’m so fucking ready and he’s already there and so close .

I bend at the waist, giving him access as I open my mouth to take Trent. He moans as my lips seal around him, touching my hair that’s still miraculously dry.

“Sara,” he moans as I suck him. “Don’t make me come. Fuck, you feel good.”

I’m drunk on my power. On the pressure of Logan just inching the bulb of his cock inside me. The tease drives me wild, and so do the sounds Trent’s making as I flatten my tongue to draw him deeper.

I press my hips back, begging Logan to fuck me. I need him inside me. No more of this teasing.

But he pulls back instead. With a whimper of protest, I release Trent’s cock. “Please.” I’m so needy I’m begging. “I want to get fucked.”

Chuckling, Trent turns off the water. “Let’s take this to a horizontal surface, shall we?”

“Agreed,” Logan says. “We promise we’ll make it worthwhile, Sar.”

“All right.” I trust them, so my disappointment gives way to delighted anticipation. I don’t know what comes next, but I’m certain I will, one way or another.

We step out of the shower in a rush to get dried off and back to the bed. Logan rubs me all over with a big fluffy towel while Trent dries my feet. I feel pampered and treasured, like the luckiest girl in the world.

“Let’s go.” This time it’s Trent who scoops me up, carrying me into the next room. I hold on tight, nibbling his ear as Logan goes to a cupboard and pulls out something that’s wrapped up in plastic.

“Check-in time,” he says as he joins us at the bed. “We’ve got plenty of condoms and I’m hard-wired to wear one always.”

Trent studies his face with a heat that consumes me. “I’m good with whatever you’re comfortable with.”

The look they exchange is intense. Logan’s lips part. “What do you want?”

“You,” Trent says without hesitation. “With nothing between us.”

“Same.” I’m aching to feel both men with no barrier between my body and theirs. “I trust you both.”

It sounds reckless and wild, but we’ve already traded our medical records. That’s not where my certainty comes from, though. I’m stunningly sure these men will take care of me no matter what.

There are no two people on Earth I’d entrust with my body like I do Trent and Logan. It’s like they were molded to tend me in every way possible. It thrills me almost as much as watching Trent lie back on the bed, fisting his cock in one hand.

“Come here, Sara.” His voice sounds smooth and rich, the auditory equivalent of liquid chocolate. “I want you to ride me.”

“Thank God.” Not to be dramatic, but I think I might die without someone inside me right now.

Taking my hand, Logan guides me to straddle Trent’s hips. I don’t catch a glimpse of whatever he grabbed from that cupboard. I’m too focused on Trent, on the thick, rigid length of him nudging my entrance.

“That’s it,” he coaxes. “Go as slow as you need to.”

But I don’t want to go slowly. I need to feel Trent now . Resting my palms on his pecs, I look into his eyes as I impale myself on him. The stretch feels exquisite and I gasp.

“Oh, God.” Gritting my teeth, I welcome the aching intrusion. I’d almost forgotten how big he is.

“You good?” He searches my eyes, holding still while I steady myself.

“So good.” I start to move slowly, rising up until he nearly exits my body. The moment I glide down again, I feel Logan behind me. He’s kneading my breasts as he nuzzles my neck.

“You’re delicious.” He licks the curve of my ear, tickling me with his breath. “You look so sexy riding him.”

I feel sexy. I’m like an Amazon warrior, commanding the body of this real-life warrior who’s laid out beneath me. Trent’s holding my hips, letting me dictate the depth and the speed. I feel powerful and desirable, so full of his cock I let out a long, shaky moan.

“Good girl.” Logan squeezes my breasts from behind, his broad chest brushing my spine. “Take what you need, Sara.

There’s a crinkle of plastic, then a faint, gentle buzzing behind me. I try to look over my shoulder, but I can’t see what he’s doing.

“Relax,” Logan coaxes. “You might feel a little pressure. ”

A dribble of something drips down my tailbone and I squeak. Logan chuckles and kisses the back of my ear. “Lube,” he whispers. “We’re gonna go nice and slow here.”

“What are you— oh .” I whimper as something grazes my backdoor. Vibrations roll through me as a slender, sleek object slowly slides in from behind. It feels fizzy and strange, but really damn good.

“Wh-what is that?”

Logan chuckles. “It’s called a vibrating butt plug. It’s meant for beginners, which just means it’s small.” He’s strumming my nipple as he eases the plug inside me. “Breathe,” he says softly. “How does that feel?”

“G-good .” It’s so different from feeling Trent inside me from the front. It’s a whole different realm of sensation. “I like the buzzing.”

“So do I,” Trent growls beneath me. “That feels fucking insane.”

“You can feel that?” Shifting my hips, I try a new angle. Watching his face, I see how the sensation gets to him. I guess it makes sense, since we’re working with adjacent spaces here.

“Someday, if you want to,” Logan murmurs in my ear, “we’ll try something a little bit bigger than the plug.”

God, what that word does to me.

Someday. The promise of a future together.

Trent and Logan and me, the three of us together. Not just in the fantasy realm, but out in the real world .

Turning my head, I give Logan a devilish smile. “Something bigger like your cock?”

Chuckling again, he kisses me gently. “Keep doing what you’re doing, okay?”

“Okay.” I look into Trent’s eyes as Logan tips me forward, spreading me over Trent’s broad chest. I let myself fall, trusting Trent to catch me. He kisses me sweetly, his tongue tangling with mine .

“Good?” he asks hoarsely, and I nod.

“I love this sensation.”

“Me, too.” Trent kisses me again as Logan’s mouth moves to my backdoor.

His tongue strokes the spot where the plug goes inside me, making me moan with this sweet, new sensation. It’s so different from anything I’ve felt before, and the sounds slipping out of me are animal and foreign.

“Logan.” God, that feels good. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I think it’s his forehead that just bumped my ass. Is he tonguing Trent’s balls each time I draw back? I ease up again, watching Trent’s face for reaction.

“Jesus Christ.” Trent drives up into me, clutching my hips. “Cut it out or you’re gonna make me come, dude.”

Logan goes back to sweeping his tongue over my tight little pucker. I’m getting used to it now, the mixture of pressure and softness. The buzz of the plug and the hard thrust of Trent moving inside me.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Logan does it again, his gentle tongue sweeping that sensitive spot. “Why don’t you come for us one more time?”

I open my mouth to say I can’t possibly get there so quickly. My jaw hinges open just as the vibrations intensify. Did he turn it up?

“Oh—oh shit.” I feel like I’m flying, like the buzz fills my bones and my teeth. It’s in my brain now, in my arms and legs and belly and— “Oh, fuck—I’m coming.”

Trent slams into me, his rigid abs raking my clit.

I’m barely aware of Logan’s wicked tongue at the edge of that buzzing device.

I scream out my pleasure, pumping my hips to pound Trent deeper.

I’m so full and I can’t even tell where all this sensation is coming from.

My pussy, my ass, my whole entire body convulses into a quivering heap on Trent’s chest.

He kisses me softly, chuckling as Logan turns down the vibration. “ That was close,” Trent murmurs, kissing me again. “Almost lost it at the end there.”

“Glad you held out.” Logan stretches beside me, gently suckling my nipples. We lie there together like that for a while, taking our time to come down. I should maybe feel guilty getting off twice already when neither of these two have come once.

But guilt is honestly the farthest thing from my mind. Stroking Trent’s chest, I sink into our soft cloud of comfortable bliss. I don’t know how long we all lie there. Maybe just a few minutes.

Logan rolls to his side, touching Trent’s face as he checks in. “You good to keep going?”

“Fuck yes.” He grins. “We’re not doing that thing again, right?”

“What thing is that?”

“The game where we see who can hold out the longest.”

Logan chuckles and kisses him. “I don’t care who comes first. I only care how.”

“Oh yeah?” Something electric arcs between them. I’m part of this moment, but also an enthralled observer.

“Yeah,” Logan says. “I want it to happen with me deep inside you.”

Holding my breath, I watch Trent’s face. Is this the moment he really freaks out? That it all becomes real and the demons he got as a gift from his dad come screaming up out of his chest?

But Trent doesn’t blink, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t back down at all. He just wets his lips and gives Logan a look that’s electric.

“Let’s do it.”