Nicole Edwards - Perception

She was wet. So very wet.

Rather than pull away, he continued to tease her clit with slow, featherlight strokes of his finger.

Because they had played in the hall for a few minutes, Logan knew Sam was probably hovering right on the brink of orgasm considering he’d refused to let her come. For her to sit there and watch while Xander punished Mercedes, was rather impressive.

When Logan brought Sam to this room tonight, he’d had no idea what to expect from Xander and Mercedes. Or even from Sam. Hell, he definitely hadn’t expected Xander to whip the dark haired beauty with the skill and precision of a man who had a lot of practice doing so. Or for Mercedes to take it like a woman who enjoyed it.

Sam leaned back against him now, her back to his chest, her head tilted to the side as she watched Xander continue to tease Mercedes gently. Logan pressed his lips to her neck as he kept his eyes on the pair, realizing then that Mercedes had been freakishly quiet the entire time, though Logan knew that shit had to hurt.

Logan’s attention was diverted when Sam tightened her grip on his wrist and pushed his finger inside of her roughly.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what?” he asked, not keeping his voice quiet. He was well past the point of caring where they were or who was with them. Not that he usually cared, but he always considered Sam first.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered, her voice even lower than before, but she didn’t stop watching.

She didn’t seem to be concerned that Xander and Mercedes were in the same room either, so he continued, “I didn’t hear you.” He waited for her to respond, stilling his finger inside of her.

“I need to feel your cock inside me,” she said more urgently, her voice just a fraction above a whisper, but loud enough that he knew Xander and Mercedes had heard her.

“You want to ride my cock, baby?” he questioned, blocking out everyone else in the room as he pulled his hand free of Sam’s grasp.

“God, yes.”

“Remove your panties,” he instructed forcefully, helping her to stand which gave him the opportunity to unhook the button on his slacks and release his cock.

Tonight had been a formal affair, which was why he was fully dressed in a tuxedo, but the jacket was unbuttoned, and he managed to ease his slacks down over his hips without leaving the chair.

Sam stood, swiftly sliding her panties down her legs and handing them to him. He slid them into the pocket of his jacket and then pulled her back down on his lap, still facing away from him. Before she got settled, her soft, cool fingers wrapped around his cock as she guided him inside of her.

He bit back a groan, the slick, smooth walls of her pussy sliding down over him.

“Fuck, baby.” God, she felt so fucking good.

With him clutching her skirt high on her hips, Sam began rocking on his lap as she faced away from him, watching Xander as he continued to pump his fingers into Mercedes, obviously looking to draw out another orgasm. Logan had no idea how these scenes worked from a logistical standpoint, but he was definitely intrigued by Sam’s obvious interest.

As had always been the case, Logan got his pleasure from Sam’s. He had no desire to touch or be touched by anyone else, so as far as he was concerned, if this was something she was interested in, he was all for learning a few new ways to please her.

They must’ve caught Xander’s attention because the man stopped, turning his head slightly to face them as he continued with his quest to drive Mercedes over the edge again.

Xander turned back toward Mercedes, his eyes tracking Sam through the mirror as he spoke to Mercedes. “Open your eyes and watch them.”

Logan watched as Mercedes opened her eyes and glanced in the mirror to where they were behind her.

“Do you like watching them?” Xander asked.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Ahh, that’s nice,” Xander said, his gruff voice lingering in the air. “Watch her, pet. Watch while she lowers herself onto his cock. Just like I want to see you doing to me.”

Logan listened to Xander’s recap as it happened which was oddly arousing. Sam’s sweet heat gripped him as his cock slid deep inside of her.

Xander must’ve realized Mercedes had closed her eyes again because he offered a more vivid description. “She’s riding him, slowly, his cock sinking deep inside of her. But she’s watching us, pet,” Xander told Mercedes.

Logan gripped Sam’s hips tighter as she continued riding his cock, faster this time. She was gripping his thighs, letting herself drop until he was fully inside of her.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me, Sam. Show me exactly what you like,” Logan urged through gritted teeth, loving how responsive Sam was to Xander watching her.

Across the room, Logan barely noticed as Xander unstrapped Mercedes. Didn’t pay much attention to when Xander pulled her into his arms, holding her close as he continued to watch Sam.

Logan’s own release was barreling down on him, and he found it difficult to focus on anything other than Sam’s tight pussy sheathing him as she began to moan in earnest. “Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me hard, baby,” he demanded.

“Oh, God!” she moaned loudly.

Xander’s eyes came up to meet Sam’s as Logan watched and as though that glimpse were the detonator, Sam’s pussy gripped his cock and Logan couldn’t hold back.

Sam moaned again, softer this time, a silent release exploding through her as her pussy clamped onto Logan’s cock.

Logan growled in response, coming hard and deep inside of his wife. And when his world had righted itself enough for his eyes to focus, he glanced up to see Mercedes staring back at them.

It was at that moment that he wondered just what possibilities were in store for him and Sam in the future. Although he knew it wouldn’t be a threesome with Xander Boone, he did know that he and Sam had a hell of a lot more to explore.

The following morning…

Wednesday

Mercedes awoke to the sun shining through the open curtains of her bedroom. Unable to get her eyes to adjust to the luminous rays drifting across her bed, she rolled over, burying her head beneath the pillow as memories from the night before assaulted her.

What had she done?

As she inhaled deeply, the scent of fabric softener wafting into her nose, she realized that no matter how hard she wished, last night hadn’t been a dream. What she’d done… or rather what Xander had done to her had been real.

Too real.

And if realizing what had happened wasn’t bad enough, Mercedes had to accept the fact that she had loved every second of it.

Holy crap she was in so much trouble.

Never in her wildest imagination would she have dreamed up what had happened last night at Devotion, and sure as the sun was up and blinding with its intensity, Mercedes knew it had happened.

“Are you finally awake?”

Mercedes flew to an upright position, her pillow flying to the floor as she yanked her comforter up over her naked breasts. With what she knew had to look like abject horror on her face, she stared at the man standing in her bedroom. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Xander laughed, crossing to the windows and staring out as he pushed the curtains open even more, allowing the sunlight to all but consume the entire room.

Clutching the blanket tightly, Mercedes gave a second’s thought to what she looked like. She was definitely naked, and she knew her hair was a stringy mess all over her head, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it at the moment.

“Just checking on you,” Xander finally answered, turning to face her.

She could do nothing but stare at him.

Ok, so it wasn’t completely absurd to find Xander in her condo. After all, he did own a condo in the same building, – the penthouse – directly above hers, so he was nearby.

That explained his presence.

Since they both worked out of their homes, it wasn’t even odd that he was home that early in the morning either.

That explained his timing.

But it did not explain why he was standing in her bedroom, at the end of her bed, mind you, staring at her as though he was anticipating a replay of last night.

Not gonna happen.

“I should’ve never given you a key,” she said with exasperation.

Sliding his big hands into the pockets of his perfectly tailored black slacks that would provide her a mouthwatering view of his nicely sculpted backside should he turn around, Xander didn’t appear at all intimidated by her.

 Another sexy, seductive laugh escaped him.

“Quit that,” she told him, clutching her comforter tight to her chest with one hand and running the other through her unruly hair.

“Quit what?” he asked, grinning that half smirk that had melted the panties off of much weaker women.

“Quit staring at me,” she told him. “And get out of my bedroom. I need to…”

Shit, she didn’t even know what she needed to do.

“Take a shower,” Xander kindly filled in for her. “I’ve got breakfast ordered. It’ll be here shortly.”

With that, Xander turned and walked out of the room, leaving Mercedes to stare after him, admiring his finely sculpted…

Good grief, woman. Haven’t you learned your lesson already?

How was it possible that the man could make her four thousand square foot condo feel so damn small?

A solid hour later, fully dressed in her heels and one of her most feminine power suits, with its short skirt and form fitting blazer, Mercedes joined Xander in her kitchen. She would’ve remained in the comfort of her bathroom a little longer, but she had run out of things to do after she dried her hair, and she didn’t want Xander to think she was stalling.