Stay With Me(12)

Slowly, achingly slow, he slipped inside, stretching her, lighting fire to her pussy.

Rhys gripped her jaw, holding her as he fucked in and out of her mouth. Logan sank deep, his taut abdomen coming to rest against her ass.

Palms down, Logan ran his hands up her back and into her hair, gathering the strands then cupping the back of her head, pushing her down to meet Rhys’ thrusts.

This…this was coming home. This is where she felt safe. Loved and cherished. Between the men she loved. She needed them. She needed their love. Her need was a jagged, double-edged knife, cutting both ways, deep and unrelenting.

She was only whole when she was with them.

Logan stroked deep, taking her hard. She lost herself in the taste of Rhys and the feel of Logan, of giving herself completely to their care.

Then Logan withdrew, and he eased his hands from her hair. Rhys pulled her away from his cock then took her arms and hoisted her up his body.

“Ride me, Cat,” he instructed.

Her entire body clenched and tightened as he positioned her over his cock. Logan was still behind her, silent and waiting. She wanted to look but found the anticipation heightened by not knowing just when he’d step in and possess her.

Rhys eased her down, taking care as he came to rest deep inside her.

“Okay?” he asked.

She leaned forward to kiss him, her hair falling over his chest. “More than okay,” she whispered.

Rhys’ hands moved over her back and down to her buttocks. He held them in his firm grip as he thrust slowly into her. Then he spread her cheeks, baring her fully to Logan.

Cool liquid spilled over the seam of her ass, and she closed her eyes as Logan slid one finger inside.

Too long. It had been too long since they’d taken her, possessed her together. She missed it, craved it with a need that terrified her.

In and out, Logan carefully worked his finger, stretching her and preparing her.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked.

“Please,” she begged.

Rhys’ hands spread her further open as Logan replaced his finger with his rigid cock. He probed delicately at her entrance, pushing inward with infinite patience.

For a long moment, her body denied him, but he persisted until finally she gave way, and he sank inside.

She went rigid in their arms as she fought the bombardment of physical sensations. She was stretched tight around both their cocks. Her ass burned as Logan started moving, but soon the pain seeped away, replaced by a coil of pleasure, one that bloomed and grew larger as he became more demanding in his movements.

Rhys moved his hands to her hips as Logan grasped her ass. In practiced rhythm, they moved, one forward, one back, filling her, thrusting, harder, deep.

Her breath caught in her throat when Logan withdrew with agonizing slowness. He paused at the rim, the head of his penis just inside her opening. Then he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt.

No work up, no long, slow build to orgasm. She came apart in their arms as the world exploded around her. They didn’t stop, though, and instead of fading, her release continued, almost painful as it was prolonged.

On the fringed of her first, a second loomed, taking off where the first one ended.

“Rhys! Logan!”

“We’ve got you, baby,” Logan said from above. “Never doubt that. We’ve got you.”

She leaned into Rhys, panting for breath as her orgasm screamed through her body. His mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking avidly as a lightning storm blew through her veins.

Rhys trembled and then shouted hoarsely. He surged upward, and then she felt a rush of warmth.

Still, Logan pumped against her, his hips slapping against her ass.

He reached down, threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled upward, forcing her head back as he continued to thrust forcefully into her.

Rhys slipped from her pussy, and instead of moving, he reached down and slid his fingers across her clit. She jumped in reaction, his touch magnified by her orgasm.

“Come for us again, Cat,” Rhys instructed as he stared up at her.

Logan tugged harder at her hair as Rhys pinched her clit between his fingers.

“I can’t,” she gasped. “Hurts.”

Rhys put his other hand up to her jaw then moved his fingers to trace her lips. “It’s the sweetest of hurts,” he murmured.

“Give it to us,” Logan growled. “I won’t stop until you come for us again.”

Rhys’ hand moved from her face, down to her breasts. He twisted her nipples just enough to give the slightest hint of pain. Already ultrasensitive from her pregnancy, the added stimulation was gasoline on the fire. She shuddered violently, shaking and trembling like a tree in a windstorm.

The dual sensation of Rhys’ fingers plucking her nipples and her clit and Logan thrusting furiously into her ass was more than she could take. She gave an inarticulate cry as her release flashed upon her with the speed and intensity of a freight train.