Double Dare (12 page)

“Strip her.”

Again, a flicker of insecurity went through her, unsure if she was as comfortable at being naked out in the open as Ty was. But she was so hot—both from the sun beating down on them and from having had both men in her mouth. Removing her clothes might help her body temperature, but only the boys—
her
boys, she would like to think—would help cool the desire burning inside of her.

Logan pulled at the snap on her jeans and drew the zipper down. The denim was still wet, and he struggled to roll it down her legs. Her panties clung to the soaked denim, leaving her naked from the waist down.

He left them wrapped around her ankles, effectively hobbling her. She couldn't kick them off; between the wet fabric and her boots, it was impossible.

And she liked being at their mercy.

As Logan rose, he ran his hands up over her calves, knees, then thighs. He rubbed his fingers along the outer folds of her pussy, feeling the proof of how ready she was. As he straightened, he caught the bottom of her shirt in his fingers and pulled it up and over her chest and arms until he got to her bound wrists. He knotted the shirt there, out of the way, apparently not even willing to undo the binding to undress her. He left her in her bra only; part of another lingerie set she had picked up at Victoria's Secret on Friday. It had pink cups, half-satin and half-lace, and it showed her breasts off at an advantage. The set had cost her a small fortune, and she hadn't expected the panties to end up in the dirt.

Logan suddenly disappeared, and Ty was there, pulling her bra down, baring her breasts to the sun, the elements, and both men. Her bra shoved her breasts up, her nipples hard and puckered, waiting for fingers, a mouth, anything.

Logan reappeared from around the truck and leaned over her chest, taking one nipple in his mouth. Quinn cried out. Hidden in his mouth was a piece of ice from the cooler he had dropped near her feet. He flicked her nipple with his cold tongue and sucked it deep again, the ice cube drawing her nipple to a hard point, contracting it painfully. Painfully sweet. Quinn dropped her head back and groaned. Logan grasped her other breast in his roughened palm and kneaded it, sending a bolt of electricity to her toes.

Ty appeared behind him with another ice cube in his fingers. He brushed it against her other nipple, making that one as hard as the first.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

Not waiting to hear her answer, he circled the cube around her areola, leaving a cool, wet trail in its wake. He slid the melting ice between her breasts and down her belly. Quinn sucked in her stomach, automatically withdrawing from the unusual coolness against her heated skin. Logan continued to suckle her nipples until the cube in his mouth melted to liquid. He pulled away long enough to crack open the small cooler and pop another cube in his mouth.

“Oh, she likes it. She's liked everything we've done to her, and this is only the beginning.” Logan sounded so sure of himself.

Quinn quivered at Logan's words. She watched his movements in anticipation. His head ducked, and he caught her lips with his, the ice cube between his teeth. She ran the tip of her tongue against it and snagged it from his mouth. As he deepened the kiss, he stole it back, swirling it along his tongue and hers.

Ty drew a line down her belly and around her navel, the cold making her shiver. But it wasn't just the cold causing goose bumps. He slid two fingers between the folds of her pussy and followed with the ice cube, brushing it against her clitoris, making her body jump from the shock.

Logan broke the kiss, gave her a heated smile, and disappeared again.

Ty stroked the ice along her cleft, and she moved her hips enough to push against his fingers. She wanted more than his fingers in her, but they would do for now.

Except Ty resisted. He teased her with the ice cube, staying just on the outer edge, not breaching her when she wanted to be thoroughly breached.

Logan returned to her field of vision, this time as naked as Ty. The sun caught his nipple ring, making it shine against his golden skin and light pelt of hair. The light caught the vibrant reds in the coral snake tattoo that wrapped around his hips. His cock was rigid, the head engorged, ready to play.

He gave her a wicked smile. “One of these days, we are both going to be inside you. Filling you up until we can't fill you any more.”

One of these days.

It didn't sound plausible. The act itself and the timing.

She was leaving tomorrow. Sunday.

They had dared her to come.

And she had.

She had come to them, and she had come with them. She didn't expect anything more.

She wanted them both inside her now, because now might be all they had. She wanted to be a part of them both.

Ty traced his tongue around the shell of her ear and sucked on her lobe before asking, “What are you thinking?”

“I want you to fuck me,” she answered him.

He let out a breath, the warmth tickling her ear. “I'm going to fuck you.”

Quinn caught Logan's gaze. “I want you to fuck me too.”

“I will.”

She shook her head slowly. “No.” Her heart thumped. She couldn't believe what she was about to say. “What you just said. Both of you filling me up.”

It was Ty's turn to shake his head. He licked along her bottom lip and said, “You're not ready.” He brushed his lips against hers and leaned away.

“Get me ready.”

Ty gave Logan a look, and Quinn followed it. Logan's brows furrowed in thought.

Anticipation shot through her. He was considering it.

Logan finally asked Ty, “Did you bring what I told you?”

“Yeah.”

Within two strides, Logan was opening the passenger door, releasing the hold on Quinn's restraint. He picked her up and laid her down on her stomach on the truck's bench seat, bending to strip her of the boots and the jeans tangled around her ankles. He reached past her, opened the glove box, pulled out a strip of condoms and a tube of lube, and threw them onto the truck's dash.

They'd had something planned all along. Why else would they have lube and condoms in the glove box? From the beginning Logan had planned on meeting Ty out here.

“Lo, she's not ready.”

“We'll get her ready. Is this what you want, Quinn?”

The fabric of the truck's cloth bench seat was rough against her swollen nipples. “Yes. I want this.”

Ty grabbed her thighs and pulled her back until her legs hung over the side of the bench. His fingers spread her, and he dropped to his knees. He pressed his mouth against her, making Quinn cry out. She lifted her hips as his tongue stabbed her heated core, his lips crushed against her. He plucked at her clit while sliding two fingers deep within her, thrusting slowly in and out.

Logan climbed over her and straddled her waist, facing Ty, careful not to put his weight on her. She felt the heat of his sac against her back. He grabbed the lube and spread her ass cheeks. He squirted the cool lube between her crease before tossing the tube aside. His slick fingers played along her heated skin, rubbing between her cheeks, squeezing, then spreading.

Logan's fingers traced around her tight hole as Ty continued to stroke and lick her clit, alternating his tongue and fingers along that tender spot, making her whimper and press back as much as they'd allow her.

Logan pressed a thumb against her rim, making her jerk slightly with the unfamiliar sensation. He teased along the seam between her anus and her pussy, circling her tight hole once more, pressing again slightly, not pushing past the ridge, but just against it.

Quinn thrust her hips back against Ty's onslaught. His mouth worked wonders on her, and she felt the slow buildup of an orgasm. She wanted someone in her. She didn't care who. She wanted someone to fuck her hard and fast and deep. And she wanted it now. She thrust harder against his fingers, ground against his tongue. Until the tremors within her began.

“I'm…” She gasped. “I'm…coming.”

As her body jerked against Ty, Logan slipped his thumb past her tight ring.

“Oh God,” Quinn cried.

Ty didn't stop caressing her with his tongue, while Logan pushed his thumb in and out of her tight canal.

“That's it, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?” Removing his thumb, Logan shifted forward, sliding his cock between her lubed cheeks. He squeezed her ass together and pumped between it, the shaft massaging her rim.

“God, yes.”

“Want more?”

“Yes.
Please
.”

Logan pulled back and pressed two fingers against her hole. He then grabbed the lube and squirted more on his fingers and on her crease. He massaged the lube around and slowly pushed two fingers in her. Quinn clenched down.

“Shh, baby, relax. You have to relax.”

Quinn bit her bottom lip as the strange stretching sensation took her mind off Ty's actions.

Ty moved away for a moment. She heard the ripping of a foil pack and a moment later his cock pressed against her pussy. He drove forward, separating her folds, sheathing himself within her. He pressed as far as he could before stilling, buried deep. He gyrated against her.

“Oh man, she is so fucking tight.”

Ty worked himself in and out of her pussy, while Logan fucked her ass with his fingers, loosening her up. The sensation of the two of them in her sent another jolt of electricity through her, making her nipples pucker. She bucked against them.

“She's tight back here also. She's got a sweet virgin ass. But not for long. It's gonna be mine.”

Logan moved off her back, creating a weird pulling sensation as he disengaged his fingers from her. He sat back on the driver's side and rolled on a condom as he watched Ty drive into Quinn over and over. Logan's eyelids were heavy, and he stroked himself a couple of times before moving back toward Quinn.

“Okay,” was the only thing Logan had to say to make Ty pull out, step back, and rip off the condom. Ty lifted Quinn out of the truck and into his arms as Logan moved to sit on the edge of the bench seat, his legs hanging out of the passenger side of the truck.

He lifted his arms, and Ty handed her to him backward. They wanted her to sit in his lap, facing Ty. She did; Logan's rigid cock twitched against the small of her back. She felt the cool lube along her butt cheeks as Logan applied it liberally to her and his cock. When he was done, he reached around her and cupped her breasts, circling his thumbs around her pointed nipples. Quinn gasped and pushed back against him, lodging his cock between her buttocks.

Outside the truck, Ty moved in to stand between their legs and leaned into the cab. He caught her jaw in his fingers and made her look at him. “Are you sure?”

Quinn nodded. She was sure. She had come here on a dare, and she wanted to be daring. She wanted to experience things she had never experienced before. But not just with anybody. Not just anyone. Only with these two men…

And…
oh…

Logan and Ty lifted her up by her hips and lowered her gently. Logan grasped his cock, lining himself up with her hole, and pressed.

No. No, he'd never fit. This was going to be extremely painful. It was impossible…

With his feet braced against the door jamb, he pushed upward as they lowered her, the tip of his cock stretching her tight ring. It burned. He pushed onward, his cock slick with lube. She held her breath, unable to breathe. Once he breached the tight ring, he slid in farther, filling her, impaling her. Taking her completely.

Logan's breath against her neck was ragged and rough. His weight against her back pushed her toward Ty, whose cock throbbed against her sternum as he helped hold her. Ty's expression was dark as he studied her, making sure she was not in any extreme pain. There was pain; oh yes, there was. But it was a different type of pain, a pleasurable pain. One of stretching and pulling. She told herself not to tense, but to relax.

In fact, it was what Ty was whispering to her. “Relax. Relax.” Over and over. A soothing rhythm. Suddenly he let her go. He no longer held her, and she looked up in surprise. She was sitting on Logan's lap; he was completely sheathed within her.

She moved a bit and groaned. So did he. Logan hugged her against his chest, and he only had to shift slightly to make her feel him, his whole hard length buried within her.