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Between them they carry me up to the bedroom, the three of us more united than ever, me a mess of nervous energy and my excited screams burning hot against Jack’s chest.
Chapter Twenty-Four
There is a familiarity to our actions now that I’ve never felt with anyone else, an unquestionable naturality that immediately puts as all at ease. Sometimes I wonder if Jack, Logan and I are somehow able to read each other’s minds or whether it’s just because we all happen to be thinking the same thing anyway.
Those questions that hesitant new couples need to throw at each other to be sure that what they want to do isn’t going to break some forbidden taboo, don’t exist between us three. There is no, ‘is this okay? Shall I do this? Do you like it if I do that?’ Instead, we communicate our intentions telepathically, somehow knowing without corroboration what each one of us likes, how long we should do it for, when the right moment has arrived to move into a different gear, and just how sensitive each specific areas of our bodies are.
I know Logan loves to have his cock sucked with the tip right in the pit of my throat, whereas Jack responds much more favorably to slow masturbation with my tightly closed hand. I know Jack loves to kiss me and suck my tongue, whereas Logan goes absolutely wild for the little bites I like to dig into the peaks of his shoulders. I know the sound Logan makes when he’s about to come, and I know exactly how long it takes Jack to recover after he has too. In turn, Jack and Logan know exactly what they need to do to push me right to the edge, and just how long they can keep me there before I can’t hold on any longer.
With fingers, tongues or cocks, with kisses, strokes and licks, with nibbles, tickles and nuzzles, (and everything else in between), these two amazing men somehow know precisely what I want and what I need, even if I don’t know it myself.
Some couples go through their entire lives making love in one position with the lights out and then sleeping in separate beds after the deed is done, while in other cases, some women never even get to experience an orgasm if not by their own hand. In our bedroom, office, shower or parked car - wherever we happen to be at the time - Logan considers a multiple orgasm absolutely fundamental, while Jack refuses to let himself come, until he’s sure I’ve done so already, a significant amount of times.
Coming with these two men is so easy, I don’t even need to consider the possibility of it not happening. The questions I tend to ask myself instead are: ‘just how many times is achievable?’ and ‘what are we going to differently today?’.
We’re naked in a heartbeat, our impatiently removed clothes strewn across the floor like the scattered remains of a washing line after a midnight storm, Jack already between my legs to make my pussy throb with well practised flicks of the tip of his tongue, while his brother, always happier in a commanding role, feeds his thick cock in and out of my mouth.
As I gorge myself on Logan’s incredible dick, Jack slides two of his fingers inside me, my legs held into the air with his free hand to produce the perfect angle. I am constantly wet in their company, and right now is no different, Jack’s fingers moving in and out of me with ease, like a well-oiled piston pounding an engine block repeatedly.
As he finger fucks me, he dances his tongue in a circle around my clit, glancing it every so often with the rough underside and making my foot jerk out involuntarily. This makes Logan giggle, so I turn his laughter into gasps by nuzzling my tongue against the sensitive band of skin that connects his shaft to his swollen crown. After a while attempting to sustain the pleasure as long as he can, Logan can do nothing else but pull his dick quickly out of my mouth, reposition it elsewhere and then try to get his own back.
Jack is happy to advance, just as much as he is to spend the rest of the week between my legs, giving me orgasm after orgasm with his fingers and his tongue. I love that selflessness Jack exudes, the desire to put my pleasure above his own, and the rare ability to refuse himself an orgasm, until the time is right.
Logan shares that capacity, but much more reluctantly than his brother. He’ll put my pleasure over his own, but he’ll only cede to Jack if there is a bigger reward in it for him. Teasing him about this makes me and Jack smile, and teasing him about it makes him fuck me harder, which I absolutely love.
Whereas Jack is less inclined to release his inner beast, for Logan it seems like second nature. Having both styles, however, is absolutely mind blowing for me.
I command Logan to the bed first because I want to agitate that beast before I release him, making Jack go behind me in a reversal of their normal roles. Jack takes a little bit more encouragement to allow himself what I know he wants, but when it comes it’s one hundred percent worth it. I squat over Logan’s dick, which I’m delighted to see is shiny with a mixture of my saliva and his precum and bring it up towards my pussy. I hold myself open, make sure Logan is paying full attention and slowly drop myself onto his shaft, the sensation so strong I can’t help but moan.
“Again”, Logan commands, after my pussy lips have kissed his pelvic bone and I’ve swallowed him so deep I can almost feel him pressing against my chest.
I place my hands on his hip bones and begin to lift myself off again, millimeter by millimeter. Logan groans and bites his lip, the sensation for both of us absolutely mindblowing. When I get to the tip, and his crown is about to pop out of me, I pause and hold his gaze. At the entrance to my pussy I can feel the throbbing of his dick all the way up to my clitoris. Logan gives me a little shake of his head, and I lower myself again, just as slowly, my pussy widening pleasurably at his girth. I repeat this action three more times, and every single time I pretend I’m going to lift myself off completely, before pausing, giggling mischievously and descending again, the fatness of his member making my whole body tingle delightfully.
“You wait”, Logan warns, and it’s exactly the reaction I want from him, because the more I make him wait to take control, the better it is when he does.
I drop my hips and roll them forward, sliding my hands from his pelvis across his chest and up to his neck. I lean in, arch my back and bite the sensitive area between his collarbone and his neck that makes his pupils widen, his balls cinch up towards my ass and the crown of his dick swell up.
Jack knows this is the point where I like for him to join in. He takes hold of my hair in one hand, while he places the other on my ass cheek, and while I ride Logan up inside me, Jack begins to control me, like a coachman guiding his horse. He tugs my hair back when I groan and slaps my ass cheek when I move it towards him.
“Harder”, I say when I feel as though I need more, and although it’s principally directed at Jack, it works just as well for Logan. Telling Logan to go harder when he can barely move his hips for the way I trap them against the bed, serves only to taunt the beast further.
With my ass suitably spanked red, Jack begins to lick and toy my ass-hole, his finger disappearing inside me with ease lubricated by a mixture of his own spit, and fluid that’s leaked from my pussy hole.
I ride onto Logan’s cock and then pull back onto Jack’s finger, forward onto Logan’s width and then greedily against Jack’s insistence. Jack tugs my hair to reign me in, pulling me away from Logan if he feels like I’m going too hard and then eases up again when he’s got me back under control. Logan grinds his teeth against the bites I give him, never quite able to let the pain overwhelm him completely by taking control of his own emotions where he can’t take control of me.
I ride myself to the point of orgasm, my clit rubbing perfectly against Logan’s pubic bone, his dick a quarter inch on the backstroke away from making me come, when I stop abruptly and withdraw slowly without taking my eyes off the beast below me. Logan watches me go, acutely aware of the change in the balance of power. Jack knows it too, and without a single word, the two men change position.
I kiss Jack, flatten myself against his chest and swallow him inside me. There is nothing physically different between these two apart from the odd mole and football scar but inside me they feel like
completely different men. With the beast woken, and my ass-hole lovingly prepared by Jack, there is nothing else left but to be double fucked right into the middle of heaven.
Logan wastes no time in making me pay for teasing him earlier, holding my hip tightly with one hand while using the other to guide himself inside me. The sensation makes me gasp, not because the way he forces him inside me hurts, but because the way he does it turns me on.
He’s bigger than average but I’m so horny right now I could probably take them both inside the same hole. As it is, this is exactly what I want, and exactly what I make sure I’m getting. Jack pulls me into him, dances kisses along my neck and bites the lobe of my ear while Jack, successfully inside me without issue, takes hold of my hips tightly in both hands and begins to fuck all three of us into the mattress.
I’m riding Clark Kent while Superman fucks my ass, straddling Cyclops whilst Wolverine anally shames me, and the sensation is out of this world.
Logan grunts as he slides inside me, so deep I think he’ll come out the other side, and then he withdraws again slowly like I did to him, just to make sure I’m paying attention.
