Amanda's Wolves(91)
She blinked her eyes. Was she making noises? Probably. She was too far gone to notice…or care.
Suddenly Sawyer removed his finger from inside the cup of her bra, grasped both sides of lace, and tugged the flimsy material down until her breasts were forced upward and held awkwardly pressed toward his face.
When Logan’s fingers found the button on her pants and released it nimbly with his one hand, she gasped. Seconds later, he lowered the zipper, and her pants fell to the floor to pool at her feet.
Sawyer nudged her thighs with his knee. “Step out, hon.”
She separated her feet enough to increase her vulnerability to new heights. The way she was spread open to them, her arms trussed behind her head, her legs wide apart, made her arousal shoot through the roof. She never would have pictured herself in this position—open, spread, wanton…
Yet, here she was. Needy, desperate. If she thought it would help get what she wanted, she would beg, but that wouldn’t work on Sawyer and Logan at this juncture. She could sense it would only make matters worse.
Instead, she gritted her teeth and waited.
Sawyer shocked her when he dipped his head and suckled a nipple between his lips. His teeth lightly bit down, enough to make her pussy weep with need.
He grasped her other breast in his palm and squeezed, forcing the majority of the swollen globe to arch outward closer to his face. When he eased his thumb and pointer to the nipple and pinched, she moaned. Although realistically she had probably been moaning the entire time. But she heard herself on the sharp intake of breath at his demanding touch.
Logan still held her hands back with nothing more than a grip on her blouse between her shoulder blades. His other hand flattened once again on her belly and then dipped lower to reach over her panties and cup her pussy.
Instinct forced her knees to slam together.
“Baby, open your legs for me.”
She followed his direction, although she wasn’t sure she could continue to have enough brain cells to do so.
The second she parted her feet again, Logan’s hand cupped her pussy and pressed against her. “Oh, baby. So wet. Your panties are soaked.”
She flushed, fighting the embarrassment that lingered after days with these fantastic lovers.
Logan’s fingers trailed the edged of her panties, grazing her lower lips over and over until she couldn’t stand the need to have him inside her. “Please…”
He kissed her ear and whispered, “What do you need, baby?”
She stiffened slightly, partially from the feel of Sawyer’s lips as they switched to her other nipple and partially from the way he wanted her to ask for what she wanted. They hadn’t done that before.
“You…”
He chuckled. “That’s not good enough. Too vague.”
Sawyer released her nipple with a pop and cupped both breasts with his hands. “Tell us, hon. Tell us what you need.”
She bit her lower lip, trying to arch farther into Sawyer’s hands and Logan’s fingers.
When both men eased their touch until the contact was almost nonexistent, she opened her eyes wider.
Sawyer’s gaze was intent. “Tell us, Amanda.”
She licked her lips. They weren’t going to continue until she verbalized her desires. “Please. I need you both inside me. Take off my panties. Touch me…my pussy. God. Please.”
Heat rose on her cheeks. She closed her eyes again as Logan tucked his fingers into her panties and tugged them over her thighs with one hand. “I can smell your arousal. Sweet, sweet torture.” He kissed her shoulder. “I can always smell it. Even when I’m not with you, it lingers on my fingers and in the air.”
Her knees threatened to buckle.
Sawyer lowered himself in front of her. He trailed kisses down her belly and then teased her thighs with his lips, avoiding her pussy.
Wetness ran down the insides of her thighs.
Logan molded his free hand to a breast and held it, squeezing it almost too much and forcing her to recognize the pleasure that accompanied the slight pressure of his fingers gripping her tender flesh.
She stepped out farther, hoping Sawyer would take the hint and let her come, whatever that took.
When he grasped both her thighs with his hands and pressed his face between her legs, she thought she might pass out from the arousal.
“Sawyer…” she muttered. “Please…”
Logan pinched her nipple hard at the same time Sawyer thrust his tongue into her pussy.
She came. Hard. Harder than ever before.
Her pussy pulsed, all available blood flow gathering between her legs. Her thighs shook as the waves continued, her pussy gripping at Sawyer’s tongue, her clit pleading silently for the contact she needed to send one orgasm into two.