She bit her lip. Too honest.
Xander ran a finger through her very wet pu**y. “She definitely likes that idea.”
“Remember, Cherry, no coming unless I say so.” He turned to Xander. “Blindfold her.”
Xander grinned as he went to the cabinet in the corner and came back toward her with something that looked like a black, lacy sleep mask.
She struggled, shaking her head. “I need to see what’s happening.”
“Remember your promise. You get no say in this scene, so you don’t need to know anything. I’m calling the shots.”
“If I can’t see, how will I understand the point of this exercise,” she improvised.
The truth was, being blindfolded and touched by both of them excited her and scared her spitless at once.
A sexy smile lifted Logan’s lips. “Trust me, you’ll get the point quickly. Xander, go.”
All too quickly, the mask settled over her eyes, and Tara was plunged into darkness. Immediately, she worked to tamp down her panic and focused in on her other senses. The cold air grazing her hard ni**les and the wet folds of her heated flesh. Xander’s breath on her face as he hovered. The tangy taste of apprehension in her mouth. The rustling of clothing as Xander moved away, then returned. He brushed a thumb over her clit once, twice. The need in her belly twisted tighter. Again, he pulled away. A few moments later, a mechanical humming buzzed—just before he settled something that vibrated directly over her clit. It gave her a jolt of pleasure.
“Oh God,” she cried out.
“Is he hurting you?” Logan asked.
Xander moved the little device to one side of her clit, then another, awakening more nerves. Just when his stimulation of that spot made her desire spiral, he eased back over the hood and started the cycle all over again. He moved the toy around until the fire engulfed not just her greedy nerve-filled nub, but her very skin and blood. Tara’s sex clenched with aching emptiness. Every time Xander eased that little rubbery device over her, he made her arch, gasp, burn just a little bit more.
“Is he?” Logan demanded.
What was the question? Damn, she couldn’t recall, could only drown in desire.
“Is he hurting you?” Logan snapped. “I’m not going to ask again.”
“N-No.” She was panting now. There was no denying that orgasm was mere seconds away—all the more potent because Logan had demanded that a stranger, his friend, make her body want it.
Even so, some part of her didn’t want to climax for Xander. Instead, she wanted to beg Logan to touch her and drive her to ecstasy in his arms. It made no sense to want the conniving bastard, but the thought pushed her even closer to the edge. God, just another second . . .
“Stop,” Logan demanded.
Instantly, Xander lifted the device from her clit, then settled two stationary fingers over her plush, sensitive flesh. She shuddered, mewled.
“It’s hard and shuddering,” Xander said as if that excited the hell out of him.
Then his warm touch left her. The slide of leather told her that he’d stepped back.
“Excellent.” Logan sounded vastly pleased.
Later, she’d want to die of shame and clobber him, but now she ached too much. What sort of game was he playing? Trying to prove that he controlled her orgasm, and therefore, controlled her? The whole thing was so caveman . . . but knowing that she was helpless for him, that he would only give her pleasure when he deemed it, made her dangerously excited.
“No more.” She shook her head from side to side.
“We’re just getting started,” Logan vowed.
Xander—funny how she could already tell them apart—laughed in amusement.
The pair of them stepped away from the bed, their low voices unintelligible. Her body protested, clamoring for another touch, a bit more friction. Instead, a squeak, a whoosh, from her left. They’d opened the door to the cabinet in the corner again. What the hell else did Logan keep in there?
Tara feared that she was about to find out.
Moments later, Xander stepped close again. She could tell from his scent. He leaned in, brushed his lips against the skin between her shoulder and the swell of her breast. She gasped. It didn’t feel either good or bad, but rather shocked her with sensation.