Double Dare (20 page)

The tight skin over Logan's cock tasted sweet but salty. It was silk over steel against her tongue and between her lips as she created suction from the root to the tip. Logan kept eye contact with her, which made it all the more erotic.

Quinn moaned around his hard length when Ty grasped her clit between his lips and sucked hard. His fingers continued an assault on her wet pussy, increasing the intensity and speed. She quickly pulled away from Logan's cock as her orgasm exploded from her core; she didn't want to accidently maim him.

She sucked in a shaky breath and released a long wail, throwing her head back and feeling the pull of her hair that was still wrapped around Logan's fingers. He refused to release her, and as soon as she stopped convulsing and caught her breath, he pushed his cock back between her lips.

Her coming had made him even harder, and the precum was leaking faster than she could lap it up.

The bed shifted again as Ty moved up behind Logan, framing his muscular thighs around Quinn's waist. The contrast of the dark chocolate hue of Ty's arms enveloping the golden skin of Logan was jolting. It made her pulse hammer through her, all the way to her core. She wanted to pin her thighs together to relieve the ache.

Ty's large hands caressed Logan's nipples as he buried his lips against Logan's shoulder. Logan leaned his head back on Ty's shoulder, giving his lover access to lick along his collarbone and up his neck. Ty pinned Logan's chin with his fingers and turned him enough so he could capture Logan's mouth and take it like he owned it.

Quinn worked her tongue around Logan's engorged head as she grabbed the root of his cock and worked it between her fingers. She felt Ty shifting his hips above her and knew he was thrusting his hard cock along Logan's crease.

Ty continued to plunder Logan's mouth with his lips and tongue, tightening his arm around Logan's chest, pulling the smaller man back against him. His other palm smoothed over Logan's abs and downward, until he collided with Quinn's hand, which was stroking along Logan's slick cock. Ty's hand covered hers, moving along Logan's length as her mouth worked Logan's head.

Watching them kiss so intimately, so intensely, made Quinn's nipples harden painfully. The thought of Logan tasting her on Ty's lips excited her even more. Though she had just had her release, better than the one earlier with the vibrator, she felt greedy and wanted more.

Her boys always made her want more.

She released her hold on Logan's cock and ran her hands up Ty's arms, over Logan's biceps, around his waist, his hips, down over his thighs. She brushed her palms along Ty's smooth thighs to his hips until she couldn't reach any farther.

Quinn took Logan deeper into her mouth as Ty squeezed Logan's root and sac, causing Logan to break the kiss when he cried out. His chest heaved, and his cock twitched. He quickly freed her hair, letting his cock slip from between her lips. Leaning down, he took her mouth, his tongue exploring hers. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her harder and deeper, letting her discover what it was like when the two men had shared their kiss.

Ty sat back on his heels and pulled Logan by his waist, up and away from Quinn. She scrambled from underneath the two of them toward the headboard and watched as Logan, who was still on his knees, settled back against Ty's lap. Logan tensed as he sank onto Ty's cock. As Logan relaxed a bit, his eyelids became heavy, his gaze unseeing.

Quinn was surprised it happened that way. Logan was the top between the two men; Logan was the dominant. That he hadn't stopped Ty from taking him made her wonder if there had been a shift in the relationship that she didn't know about.

But Logan's next command threw that thought right out the window. “Lube. Condom.” Spoken from between gritted teeth, Logan now looked irritated, as if he realized Ty had gotten the upper hand when Logan was in a weak moment.

Quinn didn't dare laugh, though she desperately wanted to. The expression on Logan's face was priceless.

Quinn dug in the still-open bed-stand drawer and tossed a bottle of lube to Logan. It thumped him in the chest and landed between his knees. Ty snagged it quickly, popping open the top. It disappeared behind Logan's back, and a second later Ty threw it on the bed next to them. There was a wide grin on his face as he pulled Logan back against him harder.

“You know you are going to pay for this,” Logan told him, trying to sound angry, but the look on his face was all pleasure.

“I sure hope so,” Ty answered against Logan's neck, his teeth nipping along the other man's skin.

Condom in hand, Quinn sat against the headboard, watching the two of them move against each other. Ty's hands splayed over Logan's chest as his hips thrust against Logan's buttocks. The smacking of skin against skin made Quinn's breath catch. Logan let out a little sound with each surge, while Ty kept whispering Logan's name into his neck.

Logan suddenly pinned her with a stare and extended his hand to her. She moved closer, facing him.

“Sheath me.”

Her heart thumped wildly as she tore the foil package open, grabbed his still-hard cock, and rolled the condom over the crown and down its length. Her pussy clenched as his cock bobbed with every movement Ty made.

Ty paused for a moment and let out a long breath. Quinn took advantage of the timing and climbed on Logan's lap, adjusting her balance until she was basically squatting over him. Logan grabbed her hips and guided himself to her opening. She was ready for him. No lube necessary.

Ty thrust hard against Logan, causing Logan's cock to bump against Quinn's clit. She groaned and lowered herself on him until he was fully seated, deep inside her, impaling her.

She didn't think it would work, but it did, with Ty sitting on his heels, Logan leaning back on Ty's lap, and Quinn riding Logan. She kept her weight in her heels, and she posted as if riding a horse, while Ty picked up his rhythm once again.

Since Logan was relinquishing his dominant status, at least for the moment, Quinn decided to take advantage of it. She wrapped his ponytail around her hand and pulled his head back, exposing more of his neck to Ty and to her. She grazed her teeth along the curve of his neck, then met Ty over Logan's shoulder. She brushed her lips against his before tracing her tongue along the edge of his lips.

Ty had such a beautiful mouth, and he knew how to use it skillfully too. Just remembering his lips on her clit made her grind against Logan. She ground once more and came. But it still wasn't enough.

She released Logan's hair and slipped off him, grabbing the tube of lube. She squirted some on his cock and turned away from him, shifting backward until his cock nestled between her ass cheeks. She looked over her shoulder at him.

“Help me.”

His lips twitched. Most likely in amusement, but he became dead serious as he held his cock still, the head pressed against her tight ring.

“Slow,” he told her.

No doubt about it, she was going to take it slow. As she pushed back against him, she felt the rim of her anus open and stretch to accept him. Quinn stilled, getting used to the sensation and the feeling of fullness. She swallowed hard but pressed onward until she had him fully.

“You okay?” he whispered against her ear. He sounded out of breath.

She couldn't answer him; she just nodded slightly.

Ty hadn't moved while Quinn was getting settled, but now she was, and he began his pace once again.

Logan reached around her to slip two fingers into her swollen pussy and put his thumb against her clit. Ty's cadence jostled her enough, any discomfort she felt quickly melted into pleasure.

“Oh my God. That feels so good.”

“Yes,” Logan answered tightly. His chest was pressed against her back, and she could feel how quickly he was breathing.

She couldn't imagine what it was like to be him right now, one cock in his ass and his own in another's. It had to feel like heaven.

Logan gasped. “Ty.
Stop
.”

Ty did, and Logan began tilting his hips; each thrust into Quinn worked Ty's cock in and out of him as well. Ty teased her nipples as Logan played with her pussy. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, that she was going to explode into a thousand little pieces, Ty's fingers clamped down on her nipples, and he groaned, fucking Logan's ass at a quick pace until he stiffened. His climax set Logan off. Logan pulled Quinn tighter against him, his thumb making frantic circles around her clit as he began to make long strokes, driving deep into her anal canal.

Quinn cried out as each thrust became harder than the one before.

“Come, baby,” he said before he tensed deep within her. His teeth sank into her shoulder, sending a jolt down into her pussy, where it exploded, and she came for a fifth time that evening.

By the time she came down from the clouds and her vision cleared, Ty had extracted himself from the tangle of arms and legs. He disappeared down the hall, and a few moments later, she heard the shower running.

“He's got the right idea, but I'm feeling too lazy to move.” Logan groaned as she rolled over and settled against him.

“Me too.” Quinn sighed, her cheek resting against Logan's damp chest. His chest hairs tickled her nose, and she wiggled it to keep from sneezing.

Logan shifted, tucking Quinn securely underneath his arm, pinning her snugly against him.

“How did you know where I lived?”

“I had Ty call Paige on his cell phone while I talked to you.”

Paige? Paige didn't know where she lived.

“But—”

“But one of your friends, who is friends with Paige, provided the address.”

Crap. Lana.

“But—”

“Paige didn't tell her why she needed the address. Don't worry.” He rose to his elbows, looking down at her. “And anyway, isn't everyone going to know next weekend?”

Logan searched Quinn's face. He knew next weekend was going to be difficult for her. It was not every day someone let their friends and family know they were sleeping with two men at one. Especially in public. It was kind of a bizarre coming-out.

“Yes,” she said cautiously. “However, Lana has a problem with keeping her mouth shut. I want to be in control of when and where and to whom I tell that we are together.”

He didn't say anything for a long second.

“Define
together
.”

“Having sex.”

He shook his head.

He did not want Quinn only as a sex toy. Something—someone—for him and Ty to play with occasionally.

And he didn't want her thinking of herself that way either.

“I would hope you think of us as more than just sex partners.”

Her expression closed; she became unreadable, and that concerned him.

“You do know that, right?” He prodded her. She tried to roll away, but he held on to her tighter.

“I know I enjoy both of your company. I know I love having sex with you guys. I know the two of you love each other…a lot.” She sighed. “I'm not sure what is going on between the three of us. We haven't known each other long enough. I don't want to assume anything.”

Before he could answer her, Ty came in only wearing one of her bath towels wrapped around his lean hips. His ebony skin was still damp from the shower, a few stray beads of water running down it.

Logan had a tough time pulling his gaze away from him. No matter how many times he had seen his lover naked or nearly naked, it never failed that he would feel the thrill of loving him run through him. That Ty was his and his alone.

Shit. That was no longer true, which brought him back to the problem at hand—Quinn's not feeling secure in where she fit within their relationship.

Ty was no longer just his. Logan now shared him with Quinn.

Their relationship dynamic was something they would have to discuss in greater depth. But he wanted to talk to Ty about it first.

Ty broke into his thoughts. “There is something else we need to discuss.”

Ty was right.

She tried to roll away from him again, and this time he let her go. She sat up on the edge of the bed, clearly not even remotely self-conscious of her nudity. It was one thing he loved about her.

She asked, “What's that?”