Eyes Wide Open (11 page)

“Certainly not,” Logan shot back, releasing James from the last restraint, then immediately pulling the man close and rubbing at his ankles and wrists in turn, presumably to make sure he was okay. “If you could give me a moment to attend to James,
I’ll
get you a drink. I’d like one, and I’m sure James would, too. But, just to be absolutely clear on this, it’ll be one drink, and one drink only. I understand you might be a little nervous—though I assure you, you have no need to be. We’ll take the best possible care of you—but I want you fully in control of all your faculties. Including, most importantly, your capacity to say no. If you want out at any point or you change your mind, you speak up. All right?”

For fuck’s sake!
He’d spent all this time persuading her what a good time she’d have with the two of them, and now he was trying to talk her out of it? She wished he’d make his bloody mind up.

Chapter Thirteen

“Fiona.” Logan’s tone was firm, commanding. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Stifling a sigh, she said, “Yes, I understand. I just don’t get why you’re trying to talk me out of it.”

Giving James a brief kiss on the lips before releasing him, Logan stood. Shaking his head, and flashing her a wry smile, he said, “Are you frigging insane? I am certainly
not
trying to talk you out of it. I’m just making absolutely sure this is what you want, that’s all. Despite your earlier comment, I
am
a gentleman—well, most of the time, anyway. Once you’re naked and in bed with the two of us, I make no promises.”

As he turned on his heel—still gloriously naked—and strode out into the main room, she watched him go, the arousal that had been ebbing and flowing for goodness knew how long now flaring up again, big style. Logan and James were just so…affecting. Handsome, yes. Well dressed, yes. Intelligent, yes. But more than that, they had a confidence that was very attractive and, in Logan’s case, not a small amount of arrogance. But she supposed that was what made him such a good businessman.

Movement from the huge bed snagged her attention, and she turned to look at James, who’d rolled over onto his back and was settled against the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed. He gave her a lazy smile, and she returned it innocently before realizing what he was doing. His movements were so slow, so languorous that she hadn’t noticed he’d fisted his still-erect cock and was stroking it.

She shouldn’t have been surprised, though. She had, after all, managed to disrupt their almost-sex by making to leave, causing Logan to stop her. Both men had been aroused for some time now and hadn’t—unless she’d missed it while still in the main room of the suite—climaxed. A small part of her felt sorry for them, but a much bigger part thought they deserved it for treating her to such torment. She, too, had been on a slow burn—since Logan had approached her in the bar, in fact—so they were all in the same predicament. It was a nice touch that they’d all be getting off together very soon. Hopefully.

Her pussy and clit throbbed almost painfully as she continued to watch James touch himself. Dutch courage or not, the temptation to strip off her clothes, jump onto the bed and sink that luscious cock inside her grew stronger by the second. She was sure it’d fill her nicely, stretch her, stroke her in all the right places and, ultimately, make her come. And that was before she even took into consideration any kissing, any foreplay and the fact that there were two of them.

A tall, dark and gorgeous reminder came into the room just as she arrived at that thought, his large hands skillfully carrying three drinks. He crossed over to Fiona first. “Yours is the nearest one to you,” he said, lifting his arms toward her. “A gin and tonic, no ice, like earlier. I hope that’s okay.”

“Yes, thank you.” Removing the glass carefully from his grip so as not to cause him to drop the others, she took a sip, once again savoring the gentle burn and buzz that followed. Reluctantly—though she kept the information to herself—she agreed that Logan was right. A little bit of Dutch courage was okay, but if she was going to do this—which she absolutely was—she wasn’t
insane
, after all—then she didn’t want to be totally plastered. Why have an amazing experience like a threesome with two gorgeous guys, but be so drunk that she couldn’t remember a damn thing? No—just a smidge of booze, enough to stop her being a Nervous Nellie, was fine. She also knew, somehow, that if she was to get totally plastered, neither man would do anything with her, anyway. Now she understood them a bit better, she realized that they were, in fact, complete gentlemen.

Except, as Logan had so sexily and seductively reminded her, when it came to being naked and in bed, all three of them. A wave of arousal crashed through her, further increasing the swollen, aching need between her thighs and making her knickers even wetter. God, she hoped the reality lived up to the fantasy.

She had a sneaking suspicion that it would.

By now, Logan had walked back over to the bed, perched on the edge and handed James his drink. They sat together in a companionable silence, quenching their thirst. A few moments later, having placed his now-empty glass on the bedside table, Logan got to his feet and said, “Okay, I’m going to go and use the bathroom. Then, unless anyone has any objections, I’d quite like to have some more fun.” He fixed his gaze on Fiona. “No more interruptions.”

Fiona felt as though her brain was the ball in a pinball machine. Or perhaps it was just the situation that was pinging around in random unpredictable directions.

Blinking a couple of times, Fiona then shook her head and downed her drink in a couple of gulps. No more pinging around—what was the point? They were three consenting adults and that was all that mattered. She placed her glass on a nearby end table, then slipped her bag from her shoulder, her shoes from her feet, and waited for Logan to return from the bathroom.

* * * *

A few minutes later, having used the toilet, cleaned up, freshened her makeup and gargled with some of the minty mouthwash the hotel supplied to all guests, she returned to the bedroom. James and Logan were both sprawled against the pillows, with a gap between them. A Fiona-sized gap. She also noted the bumper-sized box of condoms that had appeared on the bedside cabinet.

Glancing between them, she took in their identical grins, their equally luscious physiques and their semi-erect cocks. Looking back up to each of their faces in turn and enjoying the arousal she saw in their eyes, she screwed up her courage and began to undress. The grins grew wider. Like Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Only, you know, hot.

By the time she had removed her dress, bra and thong, the arousal had turned to pure hunger, and the cocks had waved goodbye to their semi-erect status and were full-on raring to go.
Christ
, she thought, as she approached the bed and climbed onto the huge mattress,
where the hell am I supposed to start?

Sensing her hesitation, Logan patted the bed. “Come on, gorgeous. Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.”

“Yeah,” James concurred, his green eyes seeming to burn with intensity, “in more ways than one.”

As gracefully as possible—which wasn’t very, because how did one crawl gracefully up a bed?—she moved into the space between the two men, immediately struck by the heat their bodies were giving off. She took longer than necessary to settle into position, hoping the tremble of her hands wasn’t apparent.

In a move that could have been choreographed, James and Logan turned on their sides to face her, still smiling. The body heat was now almost overwhelming, and her nostrils picked up the scents of their various shampoos, shower gels and colognes, as well as the visceral scent of raw masculinity, laced with a not-inconsiderable amount of arousal. She was surrounded by it, drowning in it, and they hadn’t even touched her yet.

That was soon rectified. Logan reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, caressed her cheek. “How do you want this to play out, Fiona? Do you want to tell us what you do and don’t want to do? Or do you want to just lie back and let us do our thing? Go with the flow?”

“Just…um…do your thing. Please.”

His breath was warm on her cheek as he replied, “Okay, we will. I’m looking forward to it.”

Then his lips touched hers, softly at first, and she had to twist a little to return the kiss without channeling a contortionist. She felt bad, half-turning her back on James, but realized that would have to be the nature of the beast. She couldn’t give equal attention to both of them all the time. Some of the time, they would simply have to take turns. But others…

She groaned. God, were they thinking of double penetration? The thought both petrified her and turned her on beyond belief. But she was soon forced to turn her attention back to Logan, whose tongue now sought entrance to her mouth, even as his hand cupped her jaw.

James’ hands weren’t idle, either. He ran one down her flank, stroking her hip, the side of her thigh, her bum then sweeping back up and over to squeeze her breast. She moaned against Logan’s mouth as James continued massaging her soft flesh, her stiff bud brushing his palm. James then released her breast, only to concentrate on her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, pulling and pinching it. He was gentle at first, seeming to test how much she could take, how much she enjoyed.

Juices pooled between her thighs, soaking her skin and threatening to run down onto the expensive bed linen. She could scarcely believe what was happening—two gorgeous guys focusing purely on her pleasure, and there was so much more to come. She just knew it.

Sure enough, Logan’s kiss grew more passionate, almost violent, as he plundered her mouth, nibbling her lips, sucking her tongue, exploring her thoroughly.

At the same time, James had shifted closer. His body was now flush against hers, his rigid, hot cock pressed enticingly to her bottom and upper thigh. It meant he could reach farther over her body, slipping his hand between Fiona and Logan to treat her other breast to the same erotic treatment. Caressing, kneading, cupping. Pinching, pulling, rolling.

Suddenly, she gained enough control of her lust-fogged mind to realize that she was being somewhat of a passive participant. Sure, she was kissing Logan back, but her hands had remained by her sides, when they could be doing something much more interesting—or one of them could, anyway. Her position half on her side meant that the arm trapped beneath her was all but useless. But the other…

Figuring that she was already kissing Logan and that James deserved some attention, she reached behind her, seeking the stiff dick that she could so easily maneuver into her waiting slickness. She wouldn’t, of course, not without protection, but she could certainly tease him the way he was teasing her.

Finding James’ cock, she dragged her nails along its length, smirking against Logan’s mouth as James gasped. She repeated the motion, then circled her fingers around his shaft and got her hand into a position where she could stroke him. It was a little awkward, but she figured out a way, and began shuttling her fist up and down his still-thickening length, gratified at the sounds her actions elicited from those sinful lips.

In return, he swept aside her hair and pressed said lips to the side of her neck, the hollow beneath her ear, the crook between neck and shoulder. He alternated delicate kisses, light sucking and running his teeth over the sensitive skin. All the while his stubble scraped against her. It set all the tiny hairs on her body standing on end, especially when he pulled her earlobe between his lips and nibbled it, his breath hot and giving off a mild scent of whiskey.

God, she already felt as though she was going into overload. She was kissing Logan, who was now tugging lightly at her hair to change the angle of their caress and also to expose more of her throat to James. James played with her breasts and titillated her neck. And she, in turn, was playing with a very erect cock that was leaking pre-cum onto the skin of her backside.

Neither of them had so much as looked at her pussy yet, and she felt as though she was on the very edge of climax. Not that it would matter if she came, though. It’s not like she’d come once and it’d all be over.

She smiled to herself. What an incredibly lucky girl she was.

Chapter Fourteen

The tension increased rapidly between the three of them as they continued to fool around with each other, giving and receiving pleasure in a delicious cycle that felt to Fiona like it could go on forever. And she wouldn’t mind if it did. They could order food and drinks from room service, and have clean clothes, condoms and anything else their hearts desired sent up until the end of time.

Suddenly, a strong hand grasped her wrist, and James muttered into her ear, “Hey, stop. Amazing as that feels, you need to stop, unless you want me to come all over your back.”

Fiona wouldn’t have minded that, either, but she figured there were much more creative ways to make a man come. Hopefully she’d have the chance to explore more than one of those ways, given that she had two eager cocks to experiment with. Releasing James’ shaft, she reached for Logan’s, only to have another hand grip her wrist.

“Uh-uh,” Logan said, breaking their kiss. “I’ve got a much better idea.”

Gently pushing her shoulder to encourage her to lie back on the bed, Logan placed his fingertip on her bottom lip, then ran it from there, all the way to her cropped pubic hair. “You’re so beautiful, Fiona. You know that?”

It didn’t seem like a question that warranted a reply, so she didn’t give one. Instead, she waited to see what would happen next, all the while enjoying the delicious view of two perfect male bodies. She wondered whether she would have the opportunity to see them make love to each other, as well as her. She certainly hoped so. What she’d observed earlier had gotten her so hot that the two of them full-on fucking would be mind-blowing.

Logan’s next question, however, most definitely warranted a reply. “I’m thinking of fucking your mouth while James eats your pussy. You okay with that?”