Nicole Edwards - Entrusted

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.

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.

“Lay on the couch, Sam,” Logan told her, his eyes still locked with Elijah’s. “Tonight’s all about you, baby.”

The man definitely understood.

While Logan began to undress, Elijah helped Sam over to the couch, assisting her, as she lay flat on her back. When she was in place, Elijah situated his knee between her thighs and climbed over her so that he was directly atop her, holding his weight with his arms.

“Sam,” he whispered, his heart pounding loud enough to be heard by the neighbors. “Kiss me, Samantha.”

And with that, Elijah lowered his head and met her lips with his. Briefly. Tentatively. Just a soft caress of her mouth against his until she sighed. When she did, he slipped his tongue past her lips and into her mouth, meeting hers.

The world exploded behind his closed eyes, a light show of epic proportions went off as their tongues melded together, seeking, searching.

Oh, fuck. He hadn’t kissed a woman like this… in a long, long time.

Knowing Logan would be joining them, Elijah managed to move over to Sam’s side, his back against the cushions of the couch, their mouths never separating.

Elijah opened his eyes to see Logan join them; his long, trim body laid out on Sam’s other side. Elijah pulled her closer to him to offer the other man more room. With Sam on her back, sandwiched between them while they rested on their sides facing her, neither of them were hindered from taking what they sought.

Pulling his mouth from hers, Elijah continued to watch as Logan tipped her chin toward him and pressed his lips to hers. God, that was hot. Sam met Logan’s lips with the same passion she’d met his. The kiss lingered until it heated another notch, getting hotter, igniting into an inferno of need that was threatening to consume them all.

Elijah didn’t wait to be invited. He shifted slightly and then leaned down to take the tip of Sam’s perfect pink nipple into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

She moaned, the sound muffled by Logan’s mouth on hers, but that only encouraged Elijah to continue. To drive her as crazy as she was driving him.

The next thing he knew, Sam’s hand was in his hair, holding him to her and Logan was torturing her other breast with his mouth while she cried out.

“God, yes. Please, touch me. Logan. Elijah. I need you both.”

Elijah’s body trembled from her words. She had said his name and he was surprised he hadn’t gone off right then and there.

When Elijah pulled back, Logan did also and the two of them looked at one another over her naked body.

“Taste her,” Logan instructed him before turning his attention to Sam. “Do you want Eli to lick your pussy, baby?”

“Yes, please,” she begged, arching her back as though she were trying to get closer to them both.

“How bad do you want it?” Logan asked her. “Tell us.”

“God, please, Elijah. Yes, lick me.”

Elijah pressed his lips to her mouth one last time as he crawled over her once again, his knee between her thighs, the warmth of her pussy pressed against him. He released her lips and then kissed a trail down her sternum, between her breasts over her stomach. Due to the proximity, his arm brushed against Logan’s chest but neither of them jerked away as though they’d been burned.

“Please,” Sam pleaded again, louder this time. “I need you, Eli.”

Oh, hell.

Elijah knew he was a goner. Right then and there.

Sam wasn’t above begging. In fact, she would’ve gotten down on her knees if she thought it would help, but that would defeat the purpose. Right now, she was right where she wanted to be.

These two men… Their hands on her. Their bodies crushed against hers, they filled her with warmth, with blinding, aching need. But more than that, they filled her with a sense of security that she usually only received from Logan.

“Lift your head, baby,” Logan urged, briefly distracting her from the man kneeling between her thighs.

Sam lifted her head and felt the blindfold give. Logan was removing it. She kept her eyes closed briefly, peeking out until she could get used to the dim light that surrounded them. Once she did, she glanced down to see Elijah between her legs, his incredible body solid and tight, and his hair mussed from where she’d grabbed his head only moments before.

“I want you to watch him,” Logan told her, still lying at her side.

Sam took Logan’s hand, twining their fingers as she glanced up at him. She smiled and when he smiled back, she knew he was just as caught up in the moment as she was.

“Oh, God!” Sam cried out as Elijah pressed his mouth to her pussy, his tongue sliding between her folds. There had been no warning, although if she’d been paying attention, she should’ve seen him lower his head.

“Does it feel good?” Logan asked.

“So good,” she answered. “Please don’t stop.”

Pressing her hips up, she ground her pussy against Elijah’s mouth, the harsh stubble on his chin and cheeks abrading the inside of her thighs, but she didn’t care. The heat of his tongue was intoxicating. Her body tightened, the first of what she hoped were many orgasms cresting.

“Elijah!” Sam screamed his name as she came, unable to hold back. What started out as a gentle ripple in her core radiated outward and crested, slamming through her with an intensity that sucked the air from her lungs. Just the sight of the beautiful man between her legs doing wicked things with his tongue had set her off.

“Don’t stop,” Logan told Elijah. “I want to watch her come again.”

And Elijah followed Logan’s directions without question. He continued to torment her, his tongue sliding against her clit, lashing at it, until she was nearly begging him to stop. She was overly sensitive from her first orgasm and the man clearly knew it but he didn’t let up… And he didn’t let up still.

“Oh, God!” Sam cried out, squeezing Logan’s hand and reaching for Elijah’s head, her fingers grasping his soft, silky hair.

“Come for us, baby,” Logan said, his mouth hovering above hers. “It’s fucking hot to watch him eat your pussy.”

Oh, God. Logan’s words were almost enough to push her over again.

Almost.

Elijah must’ve known she was close because he thrust one finger into her, then another and Sam was skyrocketing into another blissful orgasm.

Before she knew what was happening, Elijah was at her other side once more. This time he was pulling her to him and she went without hesitation. He kissed her. Hard. Not a gentle, tender kiss like they’d shared earlier. This one was full of passion and hunger.

And need.

Oh, God, the man could kiss. This was a soul kiss, one that penetrated her entire body.

Sam felt Logan’s body over hers, his chest against her back, sandwiching her between him and Elijah. He didn’t put his full weight on her, but the heat from his naked chest was enough.