Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Partner (3 page)

Logan spit on his hand and slid his beneath mine, giving me the lubricant I needed to grip him tighter and work him with my fist.

Matt gripped my hair and rocked his hips, driving deep—so deep I had to open wider and let him come deeper than I thought possible.
Fuck, I’m deep-throating my brother!

I slid my heel beneath my pussy and rubbed myself against it. It was too much. They were too much. Logan touched my shoulder, my cheek, slid fingers over the curve of my ear. “Jen, I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Don’t wait,” Matt ground out.

My mouth opened around his cock as I gasped.

Logan pushed my hand from his cock. He strode away, but returned quickly, his cock cloaked in a rubber.

Matt pushed me off his cock then knelt in front of me. “Bend over and suck me.”

I liked the dirty grit of his voice and did as he commanded, bending to take him down my throat again. I shivered when Logan’s hands caressed my still-hot ass then parted my folds.

He placed his cockhead at my opening and pressed slowly forward, filling me by inches.

I moaned around Matt’s cock and sucked him hard, so eager, so filled, I felt ready to explode.

Then Logan clamped his hands on my hips and began to move, driving into me, his fat cock burrowing through my delicate channel.

My moans came one after the other, vibrating on Matt’s cock, adding texture to the sounds surrounding me—Matt’s soft grunts, the slap of Logan’s groin against my wet sex as he pounded me.

My pussy was on fire—wet and clasping hard. Logan’s strokes jolted me, forcing me down Matt’s cock. My body trembled, my moans became thinner, more desperate. And then Logan reached between my legs and rubbed my clit.

I screamed, doing my best not to bite down while Matt cursed and came in my throat, and Logan bucked wildly against my ass. When all our movements, and our sounds, quieted, I hung in the moment, tears streaming from my eyes because I’d never felt anything like this, hadn’t known pleasure could pull me that deep.

Logan pulled out of me then kissed the top of one ass-cheek.

Matt backed away, then held me locked with his gaze as I rubbed the back of my hand across my mouth. “Like the taste?” he asked, a slight smile kicking up one corner of his mouth.

“When can you two move me?”

*

Living with two
very lusty men was exhausting…and exhilarating. I’d moved in two months ago. Our parents kept quiet about the arrangement, but Matt said he was pretty sure his mom had known from the start that there was something there between us.

Having Logan as a buffer and a friend was a gift. One I never took for granted, because I knew one day either Logan or Matt would decide I’d learned enough to know my own mind—and I’d have to make a choice. In the meantime, I kept them guessing. It was just too much fun being at the beck and call of two very sexy men. They were very demanding.

I rarely slept in my own room. Whichever man fucked me last was the one I spent the night with. That Matt liked to direct Logan’s play made it easy for him to see his partner satisfied before carrying me to his bedroom—just so that I remembered which man I loved.

But I did love them both.

Especially now.

“Oh fuck, Logan,” I groaned.

His head was between my legs. His wicked mouth was sucking on my clit while his fingers dove into my cunt.

Matt sat behind me. My head rested on his ribs while he played with my breasts, tugging the nipples, and twisting and pinching them until I moaned. His large cock was digging into my back.

“Please, please, Matt.” I reached up, turning my hands to scratch his chest. “Let me turn over.”

His fingers pinched a hard bead and held it, his fingernail digging into the sensitive tip while I writhed. “Why, Jen. What do you want?”

Although I usually shied away from dirty talk—I preferred hearing it to saying it—he liked making me say the words. It was proof I was nearing desperation.

“Be specific, baby.”

And because my body was well-primed for sex, I released a flood of specific. “I want to go to my knees.”
My favorite position.
“Logan can keep playing with my cunt while I blow you. Maybe, if you’re inclined, you’ll let him fuck me while I blow you.” I bit my lip and glanced up hopefully, waiting until I saw the little half-smile that told me he’d give me my way.

Matt slapped my tit. “Up with you, you lazy slut.”

Logan chuckled and knelt while I turned over and arranged myself, my ass high, my head hovering over Matt’s big, thick cock. “I love your cock,” I said, moving my lips down his length, then coming up again. I gripped him with both hands. “I love it when I take you deep, when I’m choking on your big cock, and you force my head down to take you even deeper.”

He gripped my hair, tugging my head to the side while he glared. “Enough talking. Prove it.”

Fuck, I loved it when he was rough, almost angry. He never hurt me, didn’t intend to sound mean—he was just hard and horny and all the nice had been squeezed out.

Behind me, Logan gave my ass a swat then tongued my folds—fluttery little licks that had me squirming because he was capable of doing so much more.

I pulled back my tongue from stroking Matt’s cock. “Logan, your tongue’s better than that. Either suck my clit or fuck me!”

Another slap landed, and I grinned, glancing up at Matt whose mouth was twitching at the corners. I was still clueless how he could share me with another man, but I was also grateful. I’d learned so much—about how to give pleasure, about how I liked to receive it.

And as it turned out, I liked punishment. A lot. So much so, that the men had splurged on a spanking bench.

I opened my mouth and rolled Matt’s cockhead around and around my lips, wetting it, but not latching on, just enjoying the feel of the cushiony tip.

Matt gripped my hair again and forced me to down his cock.

My scalp burned, but I didn’t care. His leashed violence turned me on. He forced me down until his cock nudged the back of my throat, and then I widened my jaw, breathed through my nose, and let him slide deeper.

His fingers eased, and he scraped gently through my hair, combing it, as he watched me take him.

I stared back, giving him a wink. I slicked my tongue against the side of his shaft, tightened my lips, and began to suck hard.

“That’s it, baby.
Fuck
, I love your mouth.”

I was so relaxed now, in that place where every stroke, pinch and kiss laid layer over layer of pure pleasure.

Logan’s fingers parted my folds, and he plunged his tongue inside me.

I needed more. I needed to be fucked, but my mouth was full, and all I could do was groan around Matt’s cock while Logan teased me. And then Logan withdrew and flicked his tongue upward, lapping at my perineum, approaching my rear hole.

Oh fuck, oh fuck.
They’d both played with it a time or two, pushing fingers inside me, stretching me with one then two.

His tongued rimmed my hole now, and shock had my eyes widening. I wanted to come off Matt’s cock and curse at Logan. His fingers twisted into my vagina as he continued to flutter his tongue against my anus.

How could that be pleasurable for him? He should stop. But oh my god, I loved it! I began to squirm and squeal while Matt hissed and forced me up and down.

Then Logan moved away, and I nearly cried.

“You sure, Matt?”

“I want to watch her face. Do it.”

I heard them talking, but my thoughts were scattered. I was so aroused I felt like one big, vibrating raw nerve.

When I felt something large and blunt push against my asshole, I froze.

Matt jerked my hair. “You have to relax. Let him inside. Do it for me, and I promise I’ll fuck your pussy until you’re legless.”

I groaned as Logan continued to push and fought against Matt’s hold. He let me come off him, and I rested, panting against his lower belly. “Fuck me now. I want you both.”

Matt stared then glanced beyond me.

Logan’s cock stopped pressing against my hole.

“Straddle me,” Matt said, his voice a gruff whisper as he opened his arms.

I rushed upward, crawling over him, resting my knees beside his hips as I moved onto his cock. When he was all the way inside me, I closed my eyes and swayed. My pussy pulsed and squeezed.

Fingers twisted my nipple. “Not yet, baby. Rest against my chest.”

Knowing there was more to come, I lowered slowly, loving the way his crisp chest hair felt against my sore nipples, enjoying how my pussy lips stretched and pressed against his groin.

Fingers parted my buttocks. Spit landed in my crease. A finger moved the moisture to lubricate my hole, and then the shifting of the mattress told me Logan was there again, poised to enter my ass.

But I was more relaxed this time, laying against Matt with his hands gliding over my back and buttocks.

Then Logan’s thumbs pressed on either side of my anus and widened me. I didn’t dare tense. But the press of his cock there was so foreign, so exciting, I couldn’t help tightening both holes.

Matt hissed and tilted back my head so our gazes met. “Relax baby. Just let go. Let us do everything.” His hands continued to glide and soothe, and gradually my openings eased.

The tip of Logan’s cock slipped inside.

“How does that feel?” Matt asked, rubbing my lower lip.

“Burns,” I whispered.

He chucked me under the chin. “Do you like the heat?” he asked, his voice deepening.

“Yes,” I hissed.

“Tell Logan what you want him to do.”

I closed my eyes, but he tapped my nose.

I frowned as I met his steady gaze.

“Logan?”

“Yes, babe,” he gritted out.

“Push deeper.”

He tunneled into me, circling slightly as though screwing into my tight ass. “Like that better?”

“Fuck yeah.” I swallowed to wet my dry mouth. “Deeper, Logan,” I said, a little louder this time.

He chuckled and pulled out an inch before stroking deeper.

I squinched my nose and mouth. “Oh, my ass burns.”

“Is it too much?” Matt asked, his gaze never wavering from my face.

I licked my dry lips. I held there, realizing Logan was in my ass.
In. My. Ass.
“More. I need
more
.”

Logan leaned over me and nuzzled my neck. “Your asshole is so fucking tight,” he whispered in my ear.

I turned my face toward him and grinned. “Your dick feels ginormous.
Move
that fat cock.”

He kissed the side of my mouth and moved away. A second later he began stroking me in earnest, his steady pounding moving me up and down Matt’s cock.

“You get to be lazy,” I said, then dragged my mouth along the hard edge of his jaw.

“I’m just waiting, baby. When he’s done with your ass, it’s my turn.”

My eyes widened.

Matt’s chest shook with laughter. “Baby, I’d tear you up. I’m going to fuck your sweet cunt. I’m gonna climb right up inside you and give it to you just like you need it.”

Hard and fast. “You so get me,” I said smiling.

Logan drew my attention back. He’d changed his motions, circling now, dragging his dick around and around my hole, until I burned and my pussy gushed, soaking Matt.

“I think I peed on you,” I said, laughing then groaning because Logan was hammering me again.

Matt growled beneath me, and his hands slipped between us so he could squeeze and tweak my tits.

I was delirious with pleasure, holding onto consciousness by a thread—and then Logan gave me two hard, ramming strokes and stayed deep. By his jerking hips, I knew he’d come. A moment later he sagged against my back.

“Both of you roll over,” Matt said.

Logan reached around me, his arms encircling both Matt and me, and then we clumsily rolled as one, still connected.

Logan was under me, his cock still lodged deep.

Matt moved between our legs. “Baby, open your legs and let them stay wide.” When I did, he urged Logan’s legs together then clamped them tighter with his knees.

“Slut, hold your pussy open, spread those lips.”

After I spread them, I flattened my fingers against the crease between my pussy and thighs.

Matt flexed his hips forward and drove as deep as he could, then he ground, moving forward and back, his groin roughing my throbbing clit.

“It’s too much,” I said, my voice a thin whine.

He didn’t seem to hear me, just kept grinding—grinding until my clit popped its hood and he was touching the hardened nubbin.

I hissed air between my clenched teeth. Both men were lodged deep. Both holes were stretched. Logan smoothed his hands over my sides then cupped my breasts. His fingers twisted my nipples.

“You’re killing me,” I cried out.

Logan licked the side of my cheek, and I turned to capture his tongue. I sucked it until Matt leaned down and now both men were kissing me, all our mouths blending and blurring.

Resting on his arms, Matt pulled out then powered forward, his hips lunging, forcing his cock into me in steady strokes.

Beneath me, Logan’s hips rocked side to side, and his cock was filling again.

I arched, clamping around Logan, curling toward Matt—and came.