Logan prowls toward me now.
No, I’m not going to win this today, but that’s okay because I think I’m starting to like taking the gamble. I guess I just have risk on the brain, and how could I not when such reward is present?
Logan tucks a finger into my cheeky panties and yanks me toward him.
Anders gets behind me and they both crush me against them, their mouths all over me. Honestly, I’m surprised I ever get anything done with these two around. Not that I’m complaining! Far from it. The feel of two incredibly sexy men crushing you between them and licking, kissing, nibbling all over your neck? Well that’s not the sort of thing any sane person would complain about. After all, it makes it pretty difficult to complain because you’re faced with the waves of sensation taking over your veins. Right now? I’m not sure I know my name.
Oh, that’s right. I’m Lana Hartley -- though to the rest of the world, and in my heart, I am Dark Angel. Abby made me part of the Naughty Angel Publishing family, and you know what they say about doing what you love? You’ll never work a day in your life. That’s funnily enough true for me, though my PA and staff writer chops give me an edge other authors never gleaned. I write all the words...and have all the sex.
A charmed life really. Like right now I feel Logan pulling off my panties. And I can feel Anders’s cock, his roving hands must have trailed down my body and to his pants.
Logan nibbles on my ear. “We just want to make sure you’re giving those readers what they want.” His warm breath on my skin makes my whole body stand up and pay attention. “So much of that sweet stuff doesn’t bring any fire.That’s just not you.” His whole palm covers my pussy, holding it possessively, and for a second I simply can’t catch my breath. Logan squeezes me
Anders brings the head of his cock to my pussy lips, stroking down my slit and making me shove my ass out at him with that touch. “We want you.” He laughs, a sexy sound that makes my nipples achingly hard. Is there anything better than a confident, sexy man laughing? If I had panties on they’d be drippy with how much he turns me on. “The whole world wants you, so you gotta deliver.”
“Yeah, though Abby could always spank you if the book doesn’t do well!” Logan’s hands delve under my shirt and squeeze my tits hard enough to make me yelp. “But don’t you think we should take care of you now?”
“I can take care of-” Okay I was gonna say a thing...and then the head of Anders’s cock started to slide into my pussy so slow that some other priorities came to mind. Now, I’m all moans while I lean forward and spread myself to take him. I’m aching for him, trembling already. Fuck, I needed this.
My hands grasp out desperately for Logan’s cock. Like the real gentleman he is, Logan brings that huge cock right to my lips. I kiss it, loving the soft, warm feel of a velvet-wrapped steel cock like his. A really impressive piece of equipment. I mean, it takes a professional to handle 24 inches...but when I wrap my lips around Logan’s cock and let all the moans from Anders fucking me add to experience, pretty sure I’m professional enough to take it.
Anders and Logan hold me between, like a little fuck toy they pump their cocks into. My shaky legs aren’t allowed to betray me now...and while I’m no Olympic gymnast or anything, you’d be surprised how much stamina you’ll bring to the table to make sure you can take two cocks at once.
I’m starting to see a pattern with how this whole running my story ideas by my guys thing works. I think I like it. It tastes lik
e heaven and makes the lingering soreness from being so thoroughly used just an added bonus while I write. Because I’m all for a fucking marathon...but right now I’m playing to win. My pussy squeezes Anders’s cock hard, swallowing every inch of him while I slam my ass back so we’re skin to skin, him burying himself in me again and again. My hands grip Logan’s hips hard but I can’t resist grabbing his ass and pushing his cock even further down my throat. I swallow him until he’s ready to blow. Then I swallow up everything he has to offer, the hot cum sliding down my throat is better than anything coffee has ever done for me.
“Fuck,” Logan groans, dropping down to kiss my lips and stroke my clit. “God, I love how you suck my cock.”
“Mmm, I’m so close,” I mewl, because right now I’m in that hazy stage where I’m really close to an orgasm but the cock feels sooooo good I don’t know if I want to stop.
Anders starts slamming harder into my pussy, hitting every spot so good I’m screaming out.
Logan’s fingers working my clit spin me into overdrive and my legs start to turn to jelly from how hard I’m cumming. Gasping, I try to stand, and I feel Anders pull his cock out of me and paint my ass in all of his cum. Logan steadies me and I focus on remembering how to breathe now that it feels like a fireworks show just went off in my body.
“Now go stick to that pretty chair of yours and get that story written. Make it hot, baby,” Anders says, smacking my cum-covered ass.
I stand up and narrow my eyes at him, but I’m smiling. I grab his hand and lick all the cum off his fingers, his palm. He tastes so good on my fingers that I moan a little and my clit twitches. But now I’m struck with inspiration for the scene in Gambling For The Virgin that I’ve been dying to write.
Yeah, I’m going to make it hot. But I already get what Anders and Logan decided to prove. You can make it hot, sticky, and sweet. And that’s the best, isn’t it?