“I remember the last time you were here,” Elijah told her. “I think you were made to fit in that damn thing. So fucking hot, Sam.”

Another shiver of anticipation raced through her. Yeah, she had been excited about this ever since Elijah and Logan had given her a graphic depiction of the scene from their point of view.

“Turn around,” Elijah told her, his tone commanding.

Hmm, she liked that.

Turning to face away from him, Sam waited with baited breath for him to move along. They’d been teasing her relentlessly since they arrived and now that they were there, in the room, she was quickly running out of patience.

Oh, who was she kidding? She didn’t have any patience to begin with.

Sam felt the gentle touch of Elijah’s hands as he pushed her hair over her shoulder. The zipper on her dress being lowered was the only sound aside from her rapid breathing.

“Did I mention I like this dress?”

“You did,” she answered. “More than once.”

“Well, I’m telling you again. I like this dress. I happen to like it when it is on you, but I like it even more when it is on the floor at your feet.”

This particular dress was strapless, so she didn’t have to move for him to get the fabric to slide down her body. Unlike last time she’d encountered this swing, Sam did have on her panties and bra.

And to her delight, Elijah took his time removing those, his hands fondling her as he went along.

“Good thing Logan gave me a brief rundown on how this thing works,” Elijah said as he reached around her, squeezing her now naked breasts.

“I assume you’re referring to the swing?” she asked teasingly.

He pinched her nipples simultaneously, making her shriek. The pain-filled pleasure was erotic as hell.

“Yes, wildcat, that’s what I’m referring to.”

Wildcat? She kinda liked that.

Elijah put his hands on her hips, guiding her toward the swing and then turning her so that she faced him.

Apparently Logan had been thorough in his instruction because a few minutes later, Sam was strapped firmly in the swing while Elijah took a step back, apparently admiring his handiwork.

She only hoped he admired faster because she was ready.

More than ready.

* * *

Yeah, Elijah would have to agree with Logan. This swing was a must have. He had no idea where the hell they’d put it, but he wasn’t opposed to finding a place. As far as he was concerned, right in the middle of the kitchen would work just fine.

Especially if he could come home from work to find Sam strapped in and ready.

Fuck.

He was watching her now, well aware of the impatience brimming inside of her. She was hot and bothered, but then again, they’d been purposely working to arouse her for the better part of the evening.

It had been her idea to come to the club after all, so it was only fair. At least in his opinion. She’d made the suggestion after their stimulating discussion about this very swing that morning. Who were they to refuse her?

Moving forward, Elijah used the tips of his fingers to brush over her engorged clit, sliding down through the moisture that coated her pretty pussy. She was definitely ready.

“I like you restrained like that,” he told her honestly. “I think we should try this more often.”

“The swing?” she asked, her words clipped from her excitement.

“A bed works fine too. I just like you laid out for me.”

Sam closed her eyes, her head falling back when he drove two fingers into her. “Eli…”

“Yes, baby?”

“Make me come…” Sam breathed in deep. “Please.”

“With my fingers?”

“I really don’t care… Oh, God!”

Elijah used his other hand to tease her clit while he slowly fucked her with two fingers.

“Or with my mouth?” he asked as he lowered himself to his knees between her thighs. Logan had been right; the swing was just the right height so that he could easily eat her pussy while he was kneeling.

“Eli!” Sam groaned long and deep when he used his fingers to separate her folds, delicately tracing her puffy pink lips. He leaned forward and circled her clit with his tongue over and over until she was repeating his name in a rush.

He’d restrained her arms, unlike the last time when he’d watched Logan fuck her in this swing. And that meant she couldn’t reach for him and she couldn’t rock the swing to get what she wanted, leaving him in complete control.

He took full advantage of the control.

Feasting on her pussy, Elijah didn’t even hear the door open, but he felt Logan as he moved inside. The man wasn’t in a hurry and he didn’t make his way over to them right away.

“Logan!” Sam cried out. “I need to come!”

“Is he tormenting you, baby?”

“Yes… Oh, God, yes. Don’t stop, Eli. Please don’t stop!”

Elijah had no intention of stopping. He loved eating her pussy, driving his tongue inside, alternating with his fingers. She loved it too; he had no doubt about that.

Logan moved into his line of sight, up toward Sam’s head. “I’m going to lower this a little,” Logan said. Elijah wasn’t sure whom he was talking to, nor did he care.

Elijah watched them as he fucked Sam with his fingers while he teased her clit with his tongue. Logan had lowered her head a little. He had pulled his cock out, stroking it slowly as he stood beside her head.

“I thought you were just going to watch,” Sam teased, breathlessly.

“Yeah, well, you should never believe me when I say that. Suck me, Sam. I want to watch my dick fuck your pretty mouth.”

Sam turned to face Logan. His cock disappeared inside of Sam’s hungry mouth a moment later as her pussy clamped down on Elijah’s fingers. She loved this. She loved being the focus of two men.

Elijah loved it too.

“Suck me deeper, baby,” Logan encouraged. “I want you to come, but only when you make me come. Understand? That’s it. Fuck that feels good.”

Logan was fondling his balls with one hand while Sam was taking his dick deep in her mouth. Since she was unable to use her hands, Logan could control the depth and speed. Elijah finger fucked her in perfect rhythm to Logan’s cock tunneling in and out of her mouth.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Logan groaned, his hand tightening on her hair. “Just like that. Fuck yeah. I’m gonna come in your mouth. Are you ready?”

Logan glanced over at Elijah for the first time, a wordless signal and Elijah sucked her clit into his mouth, as he thrust his fingers in deep, pulled them out, back in deeper. This time he didn’t pull out, instead he twisted, applying pressure right… there.

Sam screamed, the sound muffled by Logan’s cock buried in her mouth. Her pussy clamped onto his fingers, her clit pulsing against his lips as her body shuddered.

“Fuck yes,” Logan groaned, his hips stilling, his attention once again on Sam’s face as he came in her mouth.

* * *

Logan’s cock was spent, but he knew Sam was nowhere near close to being done. Nor was Elijah.

Tucking his cock into his pants, but not bothering to zip up, he adjusted the nylon straps so that Sam’s head was raised somewhat. Elijah was already on his feet, stroking his cock as he reached for a condom.

Logan looked at Sam. She looked back at him.

“Eli,” Sam said. “I… I want to feel you.”

“I’m hurrying, baby,” he responded, clearly misunderstanding the meaning of Sam’s statement.

“No. I mean, I want to feel you. Just you. Nothing between us.”

Elijah’s eyebrows raised as he looked back at Sam. His usually bright brown eyes darkened. He definitely understood what she meant that time.

“We’re safe,” Sam told him. “I’m on birth control and we’ve all been tested. We want this, Eli.”

Logan was trying to make sense of Sam’s words, trying to understand why she was seemingly trying to talk him into this.

Elijah looked back at Logan. “Not since Beth have I not used a condom. I…”

“We want this,” Logan assured him, suddenly realizing. Elijah hadn’t had sex without a condom with anyone other than his wife. And that made this a big deal for him.

Elijah stroked himself vigorously as he moved back to Sam. He looked on the verge of losing it, but then, without preamble, Elijah slid home.

“Fuck,” Elijah growled. “God, it feels too good.” Elijah didn’t move for the longest time.

Logan took a step back, not wanting to get in their way when Elijah began to pump his hips. He thought back to the first night Elijah had joined them in this very room. Logan had been where Elijah was now. And yes, he could see just how fucking hot it was to watch Sam being fucked. Hard.

And that’s what Elijah was doing. He was pounding into Sam, her moans filling the room, echoing in the small space.

“Harder,” Sam begged. “Faster.”

Elijah wasn’t being gentle, but Sam seemed quite content with him pile driving into her, hard and fast. Just like she asked.

Logan watched Sam. He watched Elijah. He watched where they were joined and his cock began to stir again. No, he didn’t believe he was going to be up for anything anytime soon, but he knew before the night was out, he’d be inside of her.

Elijah’s pace slowed, surprising Logan.

“One of these days,” Elijah said, sounding as though he’d just run a mile, “we’re both going to fuck you at the same time.”

Logan’s dick took notice of that. He didn’t need to be a genius to know what Elijah was referring to since they’d already double penetrated her. He was referring to both of them in her pussy at once.

“Oh, God,” Sam groaned.