“I saw them, in Drummond, at the hotel. I saw them.” I drew big, ragged gulps of air into my lungs, but Ford simply nodded. Logan stood behind me like a statue, waiting.
“Saw them what?”
“I saw them fucking in their hotel room.” I scrunched my eyelids closed, hard, so I wouldn’t have to see the look of disgust on Ford’s face when I admitted the rest. “It was late. Really late and both of my sisters were already asleep. I heard a woman crying out and I thought she was in pain, so I…”
Ford lifted his hand from my shoulder and began to run a gentle finger along my cheek. “And what, love? You saw them fucking?”
“Yes.”
“All three of them, naked and wild?” Logan’s rough growl came from behind me and he moved his fingers in and out of me slowly as he spoke.
“Yes.”
Logan’s fingers pulled out fast, then plunged deep and I gasped. “And you liked it? Didn’t you, Lizzie? It made you hot. It made you want to come. And when you look at Xander…” His voice trailed off and I opened my eyes to see Ford’s frown.
“When she sees Xander, she can’t get the image of him fucking Emily out of her mind.”
Logan sighed. “I’m afraid that is a problem.” He ran a fingertip over my clit and my gasp nearly caused me to miss his next question. “What was Xander doing to Emily, love?”
I shook my head, but he rubbed my clit again, then removed his soaking wet fingers to rub over the virgin rosette of my ass. “Was Xander taking her from behind? Was his cock here?” As he spoke, Logan slowly pressed the tip of a finger into my virgin hole and I moaned. “Did you watch, Lizzie? Did you watch and imagine Xander was fucking you?”
I couldn’t say it. I just couldn’t.
Logan was relentless. He had a finger fully inside me now, the stretching and burning sensation was driving me to distraction, but I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on a response because he fucked my pussy with his other hand, filling both holes at once. “Yes!”
I meant the word as a request, not an admission, but it served as both. Ford leaned over, his wicked voice in my ear as Logan left me for a moment, then returned, quickly. I could not see Logan, but I didn’t need to. I could feel him, for within seconds both of his hands were where they had been before—invading my body with an expertise that made me dizzy.
Ford whispered, “Yes, you watched, didn’t you? Did you like what they were doing to Emily? Did they take her together? Did they fill her up? Did you imagine yourself between two men, your husbands, as they both fucked you together?”
I groaned and pushed back against Logan’s hands, unable to voice my desires.
“Keep talking, Ford, she likes it.” Logan pulled his finger free of my ass and I felt a strange sensation, as if he were placing liquid or oil inside me. But he distracted me with his other hand on my clit and I had to focus to listen to Ford.
“Do you want us to fuck you like that, Lizzie? Do you want one of us to fill your pussy while the other puts a nice hard cock in your ass?” I bit my lip and he traced it with his finger as I opened my eyes to look at him. Pure, raw lust shone from his eyes into mine as he continued. “Because that’s what we want, too.”
“But first, you have to be ready.” Logan spoke and I felt the round end of something hard probe my back entrance, hard, and a lot bigger then Logan’s finger had been. I stiffened, but Ford shook his head and I froze.
“We’ve got to get you ready, love. Logan is going to put something inside that tight little arse of yours, something that will help you get ready for us.”
I felt the invasion, slow and deliberate, as Logan pressed forward, then pulled back, twisting and working something hard and round into my ass. With a pop, I felt it slide past my inner muscles to settle deep within. Outside my body, a round object felt like it laid flat against my bottom.
“Good girl.” I heard Logan drop his pants to the floor, but was still shocked when he grabbed my hips and pulled me backward, off the bed and onto his lap. I moaned in shock and need as I felt his hard cock probe my aching pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you now, Lizzie? Are you ready? Do you want to know what my cock will feel like with that nice, big plug shoved deep in your arse?”
The dirty talk made me squirm and I tried to impale myself on his hard length. He tsked, and locked his hands on my hips, holding me too high to get what I so desperately wanted. “No, love. No more denying the fire. You burn so nice and hot for us, and we love it. Don’t we, Ford?”
My attention had been so completely focused on Logan, that I missed Ford’s movement. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his cock on display, rising from his lap right in front of me. If I leaned forward, I could taste him as I’d tasted Logan last time. I wanted to know if he felt the same on my tongue, if he, too, was like the softest silk wrapped around steel.
Torn between my two desires, I lost track of what Logan had said to me. Ford grinned as he caught my eye. “I’m pretty sure she forgot the question, Logan. Better ask her again.”
Logan obliged. “Do you want me to fuck you now, Lizzie?”
Damned to hell as I was for fucking two men who were not mine, I gave in to my base desires. Hell was hell. It couldn’t get any worse. And I wanted my men, hot and rough and hard. “Yes. I want your cock, Logan.” I licked my lips and met Ford’s gaze. “But I want Ford’s cock, too.”
Ford threw his head back and laughed, but Logan lifted me and shifted us both forward several inches, until my head was directly above Ford’s hard length.
“Suck on his cock, Lizzie. Deep, all the way to your throat, and I’ll give you what you want.” Logan’s command made my blood sing and I eagerly lowered my head to Ford’s cock, taking him deep and hard and fast, the way I knew would drive him crazy.
When I had taken him as deep as I could, his soft tip brushing the back of my throat, I started to pull back, but Ford’s hands gripped my hair, only allowing me to lift off his cock enough to breathe as I felt Logan’s cock breach my wet pussy, stretching me, filling me, too much. With the plug in my ass, his giant cock filled me too full, too wide, too big.