Elijah didn’t need instruction, nor did Sam. Logan sat there, his hands sliding up and down Sam’s smooth thighs, lingering between her legs as Elijah undressed himself, with minimal help from Sam. When he was fully nude, standing just a few inches from Sam, Logan glanced back up at him.
And he nodded.
This was a joint effort tonight. Logan didn’t want to be the one directing it. There was a strange intimacy that he’d never felt before and he knew that by taking control, he’d ruin that for all of them.
“Touch me, Sam,” Elijah groaned, his hands circling his thick cock.
Sam’s pale hands slid up Elijah’s toned thighs, but she didn’t go right for his cock. She seemed to be feeling her way, literally and figuratively. Her hands caressed his skin slowly, moving up to his hips, over his washboard abs, then back down.
“Just like that,” Elijah encouraged. “Your hands are so soft.”
Logan heard the catch in Elijah’s words. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Sam and he was clearly lost in the moment.
Sliding Sam’s hair over her shoulder, Logan leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck, sucking gently as he cupped her breasts with his hands, teasing her nipples with his fingertips. When she moaned, he closed his eyes briefly.
He continued to press kisses along her shoulders, up each side of her neck until she was squirming in his hands, pressing her chest forward as he gently kneaded her breasts.
“You’re so beautiful, Samantha,” Elijah said, his hands sliding over hers where they rested on his thighs. Logan watched unabashedly as Elijah directed her to where he wanted her. When she’d wrapped her pale fingers around the heavy stalk of flesh standing at full attention, Sam groaned. As did Elijah.
“Oh, fuck,” Elijah growled, his thigh muscles flexing. Logan figured he was trying to brace himself, to keep his knees from buckling. “Sam…”
Sam leaned forward, taking the head of Elijah’s cock between her lips and Logan’s entire body went rock hard. It was wickedly sensual to see her suck Elijah into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Elijah groaned again. He didn’t make a move to touch her, probably because he didn’t want the intensity to dissipate.
Logan knew quite extensively just how good it felt to have Sam’s mouth wrapped around his cock and Elijah was experiencing it for the very first time.
Based on the look on Elijah’s face, this wasn’t going to be the last time either.
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Her mouth was fucking heaven. Sweet and hot and… Elijah could hardly think for the sheer ethereal pleasure that accosted him.
He wanted to thrust his hips forward, to feel her wrapped around him completely, but he held back. He wanted her to touch him, to do what she wanted, to lead the way. He was quite content with just feeling.
It had been a long damn time since he’d done something like this. And it had nothing to do with a woman’s mouth wrapped around his dick. Elijah wasn’t a saint by any sense of the word. He’d been with plenty of women, but not since Beth had he felt an emotional pull to someone. Not like this.
Sam wasn’t feasting on him; she wasn’t trying to push him to the brink. She was taking her time and that above all else was making him insane with need. A need so fierce, he wondered how long tonight would last. If he had to guess, it wouldn’t be long.
Because he didn’t want to come, didn’t want to put an end to what might just be the most amazing night he’d had in the last… God, it had been almost six years since Beth got sick. Elijah gripped the base of his cock, tightening his fingers to keep himself from letting go too soon.
“Aww, Sam,” he growled. “Baby, it’s too good. I… Fuck, your mouth is sweet.”
Sam moaned in response, but she didn’t pull away. Thank Christ. He didn’t want her to pull away, didn’t want her to stop touching him.
But he knew she would have to because he wanted to touch her, to feel her, to taste her. He wanted it with a passion that had long been dormant.
Unable to take any more, Elijah pulled out of her mouth and glanced up at Logan.
“Let’s take this to the couch,” Logan suggested, nodding toward an oversized outdoor sofa that looked to have been designed just for these instances.
Elijah offered Sam his hand, helping her to stand as Logan did. They each took one of her hands and led her over to the sofa. That’s when Elijah looked to Logan once more. This was the point of no return, and he needed the other man to acknowledge it. Elijah wasn’t here just for sex. He wasn’t interested in Sam blowing him, or riding him until he came. That wasn’t his main objective.