“You don’t have to say anything. You just have to help me out,” I laugh, feeling more happy and secure than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Whenever I’m around these two, I don’t know, everything just makes sense. It’s as if I was a puzzle, and Logan and Anders were the two remaining pieces for me to become… whole.
“Also,” I continue, “the scene…” I say, pushing my chair back and slowly moving up to my feet as my gaze shifts from Logan to Anders.
“You’re lucky I’ve already booked us a room,” Anders tells me, going up to his feet with Logan. He walks across the table and grabs my hand; he then starts leading the way, taking me across the hotel bar and making a beeline toward the elevator.
“What’s the scene?” Logan asks, barely able to contain his excitement.
“I have quite a few we could reenact…” Anders whispers, turning to me as the elevator doors close. His breath is heavy and, looking down, I notice that his cock is already as hard as a rock. “What’s the one on your mind?”
“You’ll have to wait and see, won’t y
ou?” I tease them both, walking past them as doors open. I step into the corridor and then bite on my lower lip as I wait for Anders to find our room. It takes him only a few seconds to locate the right door and open it.
The three of us step inside in a hurry, and the air around us seems to be crackling with electricity—the electricity of anticipation.
“Now,” I start, turning my back to them and sashaying my way to the bed. I sit on the edge of the mattress and fold my legs, hiking up the hemline of my skirt a few inches, enough to give them a glimpse of my lace thong. “Let’s see what happens…”
As they walk toward me, I move fast and hook my fingers on their belts; yanking, I position them so that they’re both standing in front of me, their cocks tenting their pants.
“Unbuckle your belts,” I purr, taking my hands off their pants and grinning at them. They exchange a quick glance, but they don’t hesitate; unbuckling their belts, they pull them through the loops of their pants and then let them fall at their feet. “Unzip,” I continue, enjoying the way my voice makes me sound so bossy right now. There’s something to be said about making two grown men obey you like this.
As they unzip their pants, my heart skips a beat as I see the contour of their hard cocks, their thick shapes stretching the fabric of their boxer briefs. God, I’m struggling hard; right now, all I want to do is reach for them and rip the clothes off their bodies. But I won’t do that; I came here to act out a scene, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
“Now, undress and leave only your boxer briefs,” I continue with a slight chuckle, enjoying the look of confusion on their faces. Oh, they have no idea what’s on my mind. I know that Anders’ has read the manuscript, but he still hasn’t figured out which scene I want to reenact.
Well, it’s going to be one hell of a surprise.
Moving slowly, they unbutton their shirts and allow them to slide down their arms, the ripped muscles of their chests coming into sight. I let my eyes wander over the grooves between their abs, the hard contour of their pectorals, and their broad shoulders … and then they take off their shoes and push their pants down, finally standing in front of me with only one tiny piece of clothing on their bodies.
“Happy?” Logan asks me with his cocky smile, and I look at him with one cocked eyebrow and a devilish grin.
“You have no idea,” I purr, raising my arms and resting my hands over their stomachs, feeling the steel-hard shape of their abs under the palm of my hands. Sliding my hands down, I curl my fingers on their boxer briefs and, doing it as slowly as I can, I push them down.
Their cocks come into sight fast, springing free at once. I start chomping on my lower lip as I see their two masts saluting them and, throwing all patience out the window, I simply push their boxer briefs down their legs as hard as I can.
“Perfect,” I whisper, sitting up on the bed and allowing my eyes to roam from one naked body to the other.
“Now what? Do you just want us to stand here?” Logan continues with his line of questioning, and I can tell that he’s dying to throw me on top of the bed and fuck me silly. But no, he’s not going to be doing that right now.
“What if I do?” I chuckle, enjoying the look of frustration on their faces. At the same time, I lean back on the bed and spread my legs, resting my heels over the edge of the mattress. Their eyes go straight for the space between my thighs, and I just know that they’re mentally tearing my thong into shreds right now.
“Take it off me,” I whisper, pulling my skirt up to my waist and showing them my wet thong. They exchange another glance and then take a step forward; moving as if they were one, they place their hands on my knees and then slide them up my leg, only stopping when all of their fingers are grabbing my thong. They start pulling it down slowly and, with each inch the fabric slides down my body, the wetter I become.
With my thong finally off my pussy, I sit back up and look from one man to the other. “Now,” I whisper, allowing one hand to slide down the front of my dress and resting two fingers over my clit, “I want you to stroke yourselves.”
“Is this…?” Anders asks me, and I know that he has finally realized what’s on my mind.
“Yes, it is…” I whisper, warm blood rushing to my cheeks. I’m slightly embarrassed but, at the same time, I feel so excited that it’s insane. I’m acting out one of the scenes in my book; how crazy is that? I’ve put words down on the paper, and now I’m breathing life into these words.
“What? What are you talking about?” Logan asks, his eyes betraying all the confusion going on inside his head.
“Wait and you’ll see,” I promise him, and then arch my back and start rubbing my clit, allowing my two fingers to dance over my pleasure bud. Electricity starts crackling under my skin, and I allow waves of pleasure to caress my body.
Their eyes widen as they see me pleasure myself and, before I know, they start stroking themselves. I watch them do it as if I’m hypnotized, barely blinking as I follow the back and forth motion of their hands. Seriously, if you never saw a man stroke himself while he watches you masturbate, you’re really missing out.
There’s just something about the absence of touch, you know? Something depraved and insanely delicious.
“You like that?” I ask them both and, taking my fingers off of my clit, I bring them to my mouth. Parting my lips, I slide them inside my mouth and suck on them, wetting them. I take them back down to my pussy, but this time I simply ignore my clit. I press my index finger on the crevice between my inner lips and then slip it inside my pussy, curling it upward and only stopping when my fingertip is pressed tight against my G-spot.