Amanda's Wolves(30)

She needed their touch like a drug. Her skin grew more sensitized by the second. Against her will, she uncurled slowly and rolled onto her back.

She met Logan’s gaze on her right first. His look was intense. “Your skin is silky smooth.” He flattened his palm on her chest between her breasts.

Her nipples ached with the need to be touched.

She shuddered.

Sawyer set a hand on her thigh and teased the thin skin trailing between her legs with his fingers. Slowly he let them dance their way toward her core. When they flicked lightly across her lower lips and then over her clit, she moaned and dug her heels into the mattress, drawing her knees up several inches.

“You’re so damn gorgeous. I want to watch you come.” Sawyer leaned over her. She could feel his breath wafting against her face as he more fully cupped her sex and pressed against the warmth.

She fisted the sheets at her sides and blinked.

“Relax. Let me make you feel good.”

She nodded, unable to stop herself. Inside her head, she was shouting that this was wrong. Her body had other ideas.

Logan cupped one of her breasts and flicked his thumb over her nipple the same way she’d done in her sleep—ironically imagining the hands on her body to belong to these two men.

When she arched into his palm, he flattened it across her belly, his thumb reaching beneath her shirt to tease her navel.

Sawyer’s hand remained pressed against her pussy, making her throb with need.

She’d touched herself there many times—most of them in the last month. She understood the concept. She’d made herself come in the past, usually while reading a romance novel or late at night alone with her imagination under the covers.

She had not, however, come with a man watching. None of her piss-poor, past lovers had managed to get her aroused enough to come during sex either.

When Sawyer began to stroke over her lower lips with his middle finger, she bit her cheek. Even through the layer of cotton, she could feel every nerve ending willing him to go further.

Her legs shook, and she dug her heels in harder. The need arose. The scent of sex filled the air. It was her arousal.

Her gaze landed on Logan. His bare chest was amazing. Thick and hard with a sprinkling of soft hair. She licked her lips and shifted her gaze to Sawyer. The shadow of his beard made her wish he would lean closer and rub the stubble over her body. Anywhere. Everywhere.

She sucked in a sharp breath when Sawyer pressed his middle finger between her lower lips the small amount he could through the cotton of her panties.

“That’s it, hon. So sexy.”

Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed heavily. “More…” she found herself saying.

Sawyer released her, clambered up to sit at her feet, and tucked his fingers into the sides of her panties. “May I take them off?”

She blinked, unable to speak. Her body shook. With need. She nodded.

In a flash, he stripped the cotton down her legs and tossed it aside. Before she could stop him or think about what he was doing, he pried her thighs open and spread them wide.

She stared at his face while he stared at her sex.

“Oh. God,” she cried out. His face was so intense she thought she might come from that alone. No man had ever stared at her pussy like that. Hell, she didn’t think anyone had ever actually seen all of her naked. She’d had only crude instances of what amounted to missionary-style sex under the covers in the dark for no personal enjoyment. How had she been so stupid as to think sex was simply like that? Already, this experience with Logan and Sawyer was so much more.

Logan tucked his fingers under her tight shirt and pushed the material up her body until her breasts popped free once again. He cupped one swollen breast and then pinched her nipple enough to make her buck her chest off the bed. “I can’t… I’m so… Jesus. Please…”

The need to come was all she could concentrate on. Every ounce of her blood seemed to have fled to her nipples and her clit. She gasped for air, unable to draw enough oxygen into her system to think straight.

Sawyer flattened his palms on her thighs and pulled her lower lips apart.

Her legs trembled from the stress of holding on to the edge of her orgasm.

In slow motion, Sawyer used one finger to draw her wetness out of her channel and swirl it around her lips and then up to her clit. He held the hood back with his other hand, flattening his palm on her belly and using his forearm to hold her thigh down tight.

When his finger hit the swollen nub, she lost it. She tipped her head back and moaned.

Sawyer pressed his finger against the base of her clit and held firmly as her orgasm spread through her body. It consumed her, pulse after pulse making her shake. If Sawyer hadn’t been holding her down and Logan hadn’t been gripping her breast, she might have flown apart into a million pieces.