Stay With Me(23)

He curled his arms around her knees, spreading her wide to receive him. Rhys climbed onto the bed beside her, his c**k in his hand.

“Over here, Cat,” he said, tapping her jaw with his free hand.

She turned her head so that her cheek rested against the mattress and Rhys had easy access to her mouth. With no preliminaries, he thrust inside as Logan continued to pound into her pu**y.

A ragged moan worked from deep inside her chest, fluttering around Rhys’ cock and escaping her lips in a long, sensual breath.

Then Logan withdrew and turned her entire body on her side so that she faced Rhys. Logan’s hands moved over her ass, and he lifted her just enough that he could slide back inside her pu**y in the new position.

His c**k hit new places, angling differently than before. He lifted her leg high, bending it at the knee so that her pu**y was completely open to him.

“I want your ass, baby,” he rasped out. “I want it bad. Just like this, you lying on your side sucking Rhys’ dick while I watch.”

He pulled out then reached down, coating his fingers in her wetness. He spread it over the tight ring of her anus, dipping inward, stretching and lubricating the opening. Then he positioned his c**k back at her pu**y, driving in once more, covering his erection in her fluids.

Withdrawing, he moved over and pushed against her anus.

Her ass parted for him, sucking him in. The resistance was there, deliciously edgy and sharp. The brief moment in which she wanted to cry out and tell him to stop disappeared as her body surrendered, and he surged forward, locking her into sweet, overwhelming pleasure.

This was what she craved with a force that frightened her at times. Connected to both men, loving them with her body, mind and heart.

Logan cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple as he f**ked in and out of her ass with slow, deep thrusts. He slid inward then stopped, resting balls-deep for a long moment before withdrawing, the head rimming her entrance.

He stroked lightly, shallow, teasing her opening before ramming forward again.

Rhys stroked her hair, tucking the strands behind her ears then touching her cheek tenderly as he eased back and forth over her lips.

Then he withdrew, backed away and bent down to capture her lips in a savage kiss. His hands pulled at her hair, straining her neck backward as he ravished her mouth.

Their tongues met and tangled, clashed and retreated. She lost her breath. He took it and gave it back.

“I want your ass next,” he whispered into her mouth.

She shuddered against Logan’s thrusts, her eyes closing in bliss.

But Logan heard Rhys, and he pulled away from her. Rhys turned her over onto her stomach and pulled her legs until she was positioned beneath him.

“Go get cleaned up,” Rhys told Logan. “We’ll take her together.”

She was already arching up to accept Rhys when he covered her ass and slid deep. She dug her hands into the covers, clenching her fingers tight. Her eyes closed, and she turned her face to the side so she could breathe as Rhys began f**king her, riding her hard, pressing her firmly into the mattress.

He settled into an easy rhythm, his c**k working in and out of her ass with delicious friction. He nudged her thighs wider apart with his knees then leaned harder onto her back, allowing more of his weight to rest against her.

She was blanketed by him. He filled her over and over, plunging deep. His possession thrilled her.

The slow, steady slaps filled the room. Her ass jiggled, and her body rocked into the bed. He whispered loving words into her ear. They wafted lazily around her, comforting her, stroking deeper than his thrusts ever could.

The endearments pierced a part of her soul that had lain cold for a long time. As if stepping into the sun after a long, hard winter, she warmed and began to bloom.

“I love you,” she whispered as she opened herself fully to him.

He kissed the arch of her neck and then her shoulder. “I love you too,” he whispered back. “I’ll always love you, Cat. I’ll always need you.”

She moaned, helpless against the cascade of feeling he unleashed.

Another hand brushed across her face, the finger tracing a line around her lips. Logan.

“I’m going to turn over with you,” Rhys said as he reached underneath her with his arms.

Still embedded deep in her ass, he rolled sharply, bringing her on top of him. Now she stared up at the ceiling, her body angled back, Rhys wedged tightly inside her.

Logan loomed over her, his eyes glittering with want. Lust. He looked so powerful. All male. Dominant. Fierce.

Rhys spread his legs, and it sent him deeper until she whimpered against the fullness. Her ass burned and stretched, and still she wanted more.

Logan smiled, then grabbed her knees, pulling them wider apart until she was bare and helpless against whatever he wanted to do. How he would even manage to fit inside her pu**y with Rhys filling her ass so full was a mystery, but they always managed, much to her exquisite delight.

He fitted his c**k to her opening, and Rhys stilled his movements to allow Logan to gain entry. There was a moment of tension as her body fought the reality of two cocks, and then they were both lodged deep inside.

“Oh God,” she said weakly.

Rhys cupped her br**sts, plumping and caressing the supple flesh as he waited for Logan to set the pace. He plucked at her stiff ni**les, rolling them between his fingers as she squirmed between them.