Nicole Edwards - Entrusted

His head came close to theirs and Sam pulled away from Elijah and kissed Logan. She found herself alternating between the two of them as she rocked between them, engulfed by their warmth, wanting to feel them inside of her.

Before she could beg, plead, or ask, Logan was moving, kneeling behind her as Elijah pulled her up his body. Once again, their mouths met, their tongues sliding together.

“Fuck,” Elijah groaned and Sam pulled back, staring down at him. He smiled and Sam’s heart double-timed. “Sorry, that was… A little unexpected.”

Sam raised an eyebrow in question, unsure what he was referring to. “The condom,” Elijah said, laughing.

Sam turned to see Logan opening a foil wrapper and retrieving the condom inside.

“I need to be inside of you, Sam. Right now.” Elijah’s tone was coarse, his words clipped. As though he were hanging on by sheer will.

Sam knew just how he felt. The anticipation was going to drive her insane.

Sam adjusted so that Elijah’s cock was pressed against her, and that’s when she realized he was already suited up. Which meant… Logan had put the condom on Elijah.

That made her laugh. Clearly, her husband was in a hurry.

Without further ado, Elijah gripped his cock and Sam eased him inside of her, holding her breath. He was big. Not quite as thick as Logan, but enough to stretch her completely.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, staring down at him. She was sitting up, her knees planted on each side of his narrow hips, her thighs straining to keep her from crashing into him, her hand gripping the back of the couch to keep her from falling over.

She lowered herself slowly, his cock brushing against nerve endings that were begging for more.

As soon as Elijah was deep inside of her, he pulled her back down so that she was resting against him once more.

“Tight,” he growled. “So tight. Sam… Oh, God, Sam…”

Sam leaned down and kissed him. The man stole her breath with his words. Or more accurately, the emotion she felt behind them. The way he repeatedly said her name, as though grounding himself in the moment. Elijah wasn’t just here for the sex, although, damn, it was well worth it.

No, the way he looked at her, touched her, spoke to her… Sam knew it was far deeper than just physical gratification. She’d seen the same look in Logan’s eyes just moments before.

Logan’s hands gripped her hips and Sam stopped rocking against Elijah. She pulled her lips from his and gazed down into Elijah’s eyes for a brief moment. Turning, she glanced over her shoulder to see Logan staring back at her, his heart in his eyes.

“Logan.” Sam met his gaze. “I need you.”

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her back. She had to turn back to face Elijah so that she didn’t strain her neck and when she did, Elijah gripped her thighs, pulling her to him so he went even deeper.

“Don’t move,” Logan warned them, his hand pressing down on Sam’s back. “I’m going to fuck your sweet ass, baby.”

His voice sounded tortured and Sam knew he was hanging on by the same frayed thread that she was. It had been a long time since they’d done this. Her body craved it. Craved both of these men.

And she was tired of waiting.

* * *

Logan had expected to be jealous. Even a little bit.

Oddly, he wasn’t.

The emotion he felt was strange. Foreign. But it wasn’t even remotely close to jealousy.

No, the fact that Elijah was there, his entire focus on Sam, looking at her as though she were the most important woman in the entire world… Well, it settled Logan somewhat. Elijah wouldn’t hurt her. And Logan had a good feeling he wouldn’t walk away from her either.

That’s what Sam needed.

What he needed.

Even if he hadn’t realized it until tonight. But it was true.

Logan gripped his dick, squeezing it tightly to keep from coming right there on Sam’s naked back. He had placed the condom on Elijah so they could get on with it. At first, the idea had weirded him out, but it was a hell of a lot easier than he’d thought. It was intimate, yet not. It did nothing for Logan to touch Elijah, but he had accomplished his goal and now he could see Elijah buried to the hilt inside of Sam, her pussy stretched around him as she arched forward, her ass thrust high in the air.

Fuck.

Grabbing the tube of lubrication, Logan squeezed a generous amount on Sam’s exposed hole, before coating his condom-covered cock.

He had to place his hand on Sam’s back once more, to get her to lower herself and provide him with a better angle. But then she was perfectly positioned and he was lining up, the head of his cock disappearing into her slowly.

Hot. So fucking hot. And tight.

He ground his teeth together as her body tightened and her back stiffened.

“Relax for me, Sam. Bear down, right now.” When she did, Logan pushed in deeper, doing his best to go slow, only fuck… That tight ring of muscles squeezed him, her body pulling him in.

“Oh, God. It…” Sam didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence because Elijah had pulled her head down, their mouths crushed together.

Sweat was beading on Logan’s forehead, his chest, his forearms, by the time he was fully seated inside of Sam, the firm ridge of Elijah’s cock pressed against him inside of her.

Tight. So fucking tight.

“Damn,” Elijah growled, his hips thrusting up, rocking Sam’s body.

Logan closed his eyes, pulled out slowly and then entered her again. He did this over and over, only now he was watching them. Watching where he and Elijah were filling her, the way Elijah held her hips and pressed up inside of her when Logan retreated. They’d established a rhythm that Sam seemed to enjoy because she was moaning, her head tossed back.

“Does it feel good, Sam?” Elijah asked, his accent a little thicker than before. “Do you like to be filled by both of us?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice strained.

“Your pussy’s so tight,” Elijah told her. “I bet your ass is strangling Logan.”

“Fuck yes,” Logan growled as he thrust back inside of her.

“Are you ready to come for us?” Elijah was the one doing all the talking now.

“Yes. Make me come, Elijah. Logan, please make me come.”

Logan’s heart swelled, the sound of his name on her lips did that to him though.

Unable to refrain any longer, Logan began to thrust deeper, harder. Over and over, in time with Elijah’s shallow thrusts from beneath her. It wasn’t until Sam announced that she was coming at the same time she reached back and clawed Logan’s thigh when he finally reached the pinnacle. That was what pushed Logan right over the edge, hard and fast.

“Fuck! I’m coming.”

“Oh, yeah,” Elijah said, his cock pulsing against Logan’s deep inside of Sam. “Fuck yes.”

Friday morning, Elijah found himself roaming his small house, pacing the floors as his mind continued to replay the night he’d spent with Sam and Logan. A constant loop that didn’t want to stop.

Three days had passed since Elijah had gone to their house. Three long days that he’d spent immersed in work. Another trip to Florida – hopefully the last – keeping his mind off of all of the emotions that had been plaguing him. His plane had been delayed last night and he hadn’t made it back to the house until midnight which was why he hadn’t bothered to go into the office that morning. At least not yet. He was working that direction, trying to get himself focused, but it wasn’t working.

Even with work and all of the chaos that came along with it, he’d been unable to stop thinking about that night.

It had been incredible.

Beyond incredible.

But that was what sex was supposed to be like, right?

Sure. Didn’t mean that it always was.

Not since Beth and James.

Shit.

Elijah dropped into one of the overstuffed chairs, running his hand through his hair.

The current erotic movie running through his head was superimposed with the memories of so many years ago. It had to have been close to six years ago, now that he thought about it.

Before Beth got sick.

He and James, his best friend since college, had surprised her one night. She had called Elijah at work that morning to let him know she would be home early so he had made a point to get home before her.

“You made me dinner,” Beth said when she came into the house just a little after four in the afternoon.

“We did,” James told her, passing Elijah as he went to greet her appropriately.

“I’m not sure if I should be happy or scared,” Beth told him when James pulled her to him, softly kissing her on the mouth.

“Scared,” James mumbled. “You should be very, very scared. Because tonight, it’s all about you. The things we’re going to do to you…”

That night they had been observing an anniversary of sorts. One that celebrated the very first time the three of them had been together. Had they really been together that long? Yes, they had. That night marked the third anniversary although, at the time, it had felt like it had all began not long ago.

Yeah, it wasn’t long after that third anniversary that Beth got sick and James… Well, James had a meltdown.

“I can’t do it, Eli. Can’t. It breaks my heart to watch her. I want to take away her pain, but there’s nothing I can do to help her. She told me to go, told me to move on.”

“She needs you, J. She needs us both,” Elijah argued.