Double Dare (19 page)

She rolled the humming vibrator across her one tight nipple as she fingered the other. It only took her seconds to get back into her sex play. Her eyes drifted shut once more as she pictured the boys in the bed with her, with Logan taking charge, of course.

“How does it feel?”

Quinn rolled the sex toy back and forth over her nipple, the pulsations shooting from the hard tip down to her toes, which curled in pleasure.

“You…you have no…idea.”

“Put it against your clit.”

She slid the head of the realistic-looking vibrator between her breasts and over her sternum, past her belly button. She pressed it to her clit through the silky fabric of her panties. Her hips shot up as the vibrations rocked her to the core.

She must have made a sound, or many sounds, but she never heard them; she could only hear the blood rushing in her ears.

It took her a second before she realized Logan was speaking to her. Giving her the next command.

“Peel your panties down. I want you to expose yourself to me.”

That would mean putting down her toy. But it felt so good…

She stroked it over her folds, feeling the heat already emanating from her pussy. She slid it along the damp fabric one more time before putting it aside with regret.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her black panties and wiggled them over her hips.

“They are over my hips, down my thighs, brushing against my stockings, now over my knees, ankles. Okay, they're off.”

“Run your hands over your ankles and go up slowly.”

She encircled her ankles with her hands and lightly brushed her fingers over her stocking-encased calves, around the back of her knees, and up over her thighs. She rounded the tops of her thigh-high stockings until the backs of her hands met near the apex of her thighs.

“Spread your legs and bend your knees.”

Again, she did as she was told. She had no reason not to.

“Tell me how wet you are.”

Quinn strummed fingers over her folds, feeling the moisture around her tightly trimmed pubic area. Her labia were swollen, slick, in desperate need of attention.

“Very wet. I'm so slick, you won't need lube.”

“I'd bet you'd taste really sweet right now.”

The high-pitched buzz of the vibrator brought her attention back to it. Her pussy contracted at the thought of what it would do to her. How it would make her come, so easily. How it had been her only form of release many times in the past.

It had been a better companion than her former lover.

She had two good—no, great—lovers now. Not one but two. She might be able to retire her toy forever. That was, if they kept her in their lives. Forever.

Or at least for a while.

But the toy would have to do for now. They weren't here. They were a half hour away, probably entangled with each other, touching each other, while she lay in her bed alone.

“Quinn.”

She picked up the vibrator and ran her fingers over it, wishing it were real. She looked at the head, wishing it were glistening with precum.

“Quinn.”

“I'm here.”

“Touch yourself.”

The vibrator shook within her hand, and she slid the toy over her slick pussy lips, spreading her juices, getting herself—once again—back into the game. With two fingers, she spread herself and worked the length of the toy back and forth from the tip to the root, but not penetrating. Just teasing herself, telling herself how good it felt. And it did.

Conceivably it could take her seconds to orgasm with her toy. She knew how to please herself quickly, but that wasn't what this was about. It was about making a connection with the boys—her boys—even when they were not close by.

She put the vibrating tip against her clit, just lightly, and her pussy clenched, wanting a hard length within it, wanting to be filled. She didn't move the toy, just held it still, and before she knew it, she was crying out as her clit twitched and pulsed. The intense spasms were over quickly, and she heard heavy breathing on the phone.

She closed her eyes and stretched out on the bed, trying to picture what they were doing with each other. Probably running hands over their hard bodies, stroking themselves, kissing.

Quinn let out a long, shuddering sigh.

“Did you come?” Logan's voice sounded strained.

It wasn't over yet. That small explosion of pleasure was just the beginning.

She still had the urge. The deep itch that needed scratched. That little orgasm was nice, but she'd had better.

“I want more,” she told him.

Her clit was now a bit on the sensitive side, so she bypassed it this time, again sliding the vibrating toy over her slick, swollen folds. She pinned her thighs together, trapping the vibrator between her legs. The sensations of the toy echoed through her thighs, hips, and lower belly.

“I want to come harder.”

She forced herself to spread her thighs as she slipped the end of the vibrator inside her. Just head-deep. The latex cock hummed away, and she pushed it deeper, her hips rising to meet it. She spread her lips to accommodate the girth of the fake cock.

“I want your big cock in me. I want it in me so far, your balls are smacking against my ass.”

She thought she heard Logan drop the phone.

“How deep do you want us?”

“To the hilt.”

“Are your thighs spread?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I want you to slide that thing in you as deep as possible.”

Quinn twisted the vibrator, working it in deeper, burying it as far as it would go.

The vibrations radiated throughout her core, driving her mad. She didn't know what to do first, whether to jam it in deep over and over or to just let it ride. Let it sit as the pleasure slowly built until the climax crept up on her. Those were usually her most intense orgasms. The ones that came from nowhere. So unexpected.

She decided to keep it buried and tilted it toward the front of her body just to make sure it hit that special spot. When she found it, Quinn kept the toy there. Let the vibrations work their magic.

“Oh God!” Her hips lifted off the bed, and suddenly the pulsing began. It began deep within her and radiated out. Her thighs tensed and quivered, and she finally bucked against the bed as little mews escaped her.

Her eyes were pinned tightly closed, and her breathing rasped from between her lips as she floated down from the orgasm high she had. Her body felt boneless, her chest rising and falling with each gasp of breath she took. She drew the now-glistening vibrator from her pussy. She dropped the toy to the bedspread and ran a hand languidly up her stomach and over her chest until her fingers rested on her throat.

The phone was silent next to her. She called out, “Are you there?”

“We're here.”

Quinn's eyes popped open at Ty's voice. It was close, but it wasn't coming from the phone. Logan snapped his cell phone shut and tucked it into his jeans' pocket. He gave her a heated smile.

They were there. In her house. Her two boys. Unbelievable.

They crowded the door to her bedroom, staring at her naked and spread-eagled on her bed. Just barely after she had finished pleasuring herself.

She had wished they were there.

They were.

How?

With a hand on Ty's wrist, Logan pulled him a few steps farther into the bedroom. He turned to the darker man and grabbed the hem of Ty's shirt, whisking it up and off his torso, exposing the rich cocoa brown of the taller man's skin, the solid black flames licking up his rib cage and his perfect black nipples.

Those nipples were at a hard point, and Logan did what Quinn wanted to do. He flicked one with his tongue before pulling it deep into his mouth.

Ty's chest surged, and he sank his fingers into Logan's ponytailed hair. Quinn rose up on her elbows to watch her men.
Her
men.

But Logan pulled back. He turned suddenly, his eyes piercing her.

“We were on our way back from dinner in the city when you called.”

Ah. That couldn't have been more convenient for her. For all of them.

Ty pushed past Logan, unsnapping the top of his jeans as he approached the bed. “We skipped dessert.” He dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, his expression heated as he looked at Quinn. His gaze raked down her face, over her chest, and landed on her cunt. “I intend to change that.” In a flash, he had wrapped his fingers around her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed.

When her rear end was at the edge of the mattress, he parted her thighs. Dragging a finger in between her folds, he parted her swollen lips.

“You are so juicy. I'd bet you taste perfect.” With that, he buried his face between her legs.

Ty's tongue against her heated skin made her gasp. His hands slid underneath her hips, lifting her until she was at a better angle, giving him full access to his “dessert.”

His tongue felt rough against her already-sensitive nub. Her clit jerked against every stroke of his tongue, every pluck of his lips.

In her peripheral vision, she saw Logan stripping out of his clothes. She tried to turn her attention toward him. He was a sight to be seen. His body almost perfect. But Ty's actions between her thighs kept drawing her back.

He sucked her clitoris, spreading her labia with his thumbs to open her up wide. Two large fingers entered her and curved upward, stroking her special spot as his lips, his tongue, and his teeth teased her hard button, which again protruded from its hood.

A long breath hissed from between her lips. Ty's smooth head looked out of place between her thighs; his cocoa brown fingers dug into her pale skin, holding her in place.

The bed tilted as Logan climbed onto the mattress and positioned himself at her head. He nestled her between his thighs, his hard cock brushing against her cheek, his warm sac against her hair.

Quinn tilted her head back, wanting access to him, wanting to taste him. He had wedged her head tightly into the apex of his thighs, and she couldn't move.

Once again, he was in control.

She looked up as he knelt above her, the vibrant colors of his coral snake catching her eye. And upward, to the gleaming golden ring in his nipple. It protruded more than normal, as if someone had been tugging it, playing with it, teasing Logan.

She had a fleeting question on what had gone on between the two of them after she had left the farm earlier that day. She reminded herself she was the third wheel in the dynamics of their relationship. She was the extra. Though every time she was with them, she never felt as if that were true.

Logan dropped forward, his chest hairs tickling her face as he scooped her breasts into his palms and squeezed them together.

Finally she had something close to her mouth. She snagged his pierced nipple as soon it was within range and poked her tongue through the ring to tug not so gently.

Logan pushed his chest against her mouth, his body tensing.

“Oh, you are fucking wicked.” He grasped both of her nipples between his fingers and yanked.

Quinn quickly let him go and cried out. She didn't cry out for him to stop, though; she wanted him to continue.

He leaned over again, his nipple tantalizingly close once more. She sucked it into her mouth and worked it with her tongue, flipping the nipple ring back and forth.

She reached up and grabbed his other nipple and mirrored what he was doing to her. His mouth fell greedily upon her breast, and he nipped at her while Ty continued to devour her as if she were a buffet.

Ty's fingers teased her sweet spot until she tilted her hips, shoving her throbbing pussy harder against his mouth. He pressed his forearm over her hips, pinning her down to the mattress. Logan quickly flipped around, straddling her chest, careful to keep his weight on his knees. His slick head bumped against her lips.

Quinn took Logan's cock deep as he wrapped his hands around the back of her head, lifting. Logan thrust in and out between her lips, his fingers winding into her hair and pulling tight.