When Luke’s body pressed up against hers, she felt the hard planes of his chest beneath his shirt, instinctively moving her hands up onto his chest. As she touched him, his hands brushed the undersides of her breasts, then casually glided down to her waist. Once he held her in place, Sam watched in stunned fascination as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
His lips were gentle, not as soft as Logan’s, but nice. Unsure of what was proper etiquette in a situation like this, she leaned in and kissed him back. As their lips molded together, his tongue reaching out to meet hers, Sam felt the hem of her shirt being lifted, slowly, strong, masculine hands brushing against her skin. Only did Luke break the kiss as he lifted her shirt over her head, removing it completely.
The next thing she knew, Sam was standing with her back to Luke, facing Logan as he sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the scene before him. Even in the dim light from the candles, Sam could see the embers burning in his eyes. She kept her eyes locked on his while his brother’s hands slid up over her stomach, stopping to cup her breasts, gently massaging the soft mounds, eliciting a groan from her.
“Do you like when he watches you?” Luke’s deep voice reverberated through her, sending chills down her spine.
“Yes.” Breathless and aching, Sam managed to speak as Luke continued to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples through the lace of her bra. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she covered Luke’s, guiding him in his movements.
Logan’s body shifted slightly, but he remained seated, a front row view of his brother fondling her. Luke reached between her breasts, slipping the front clasp to unhook her bra, slowly lowering the lace until her nipples were caressed by the brisk night air.
She once again put her hands over his, guiding them back where she wanted them. His fingertips teased her nipples, his hands cupping her breasts, the warmth seeping into her.
The sensations were so intense, feeling Logan’s eyes as they caressed her naked breasts, Sam’s head fell back against Luke’s chest, squeezing his hands until they applied the pressure she was looking for.
The ridge of his erection pressed against her bottom, the sudden memories of the last time flooded her mind with vivid images. Sam inhaled, remembering the way he tasted in her mouth. The remembered feel of him, the way he’d touched her, licked her, warred with the way he touched her now. His hands firm, yet gentle, teasing her relentlessly while she wanted him to strip her naked and ravage her.
Logan moved forward on the couch, catching her eye. She waited for him to move closer, to put his hands on her too, but he didn’t. He stopped, but the movement must have been Luke’s clue, because he removed his hands from her breasts, sliding down her body until he was on his knees behind her. Her bra slid down her arms and dropped to the floor, but no one paid any attention to her clothing being dispelled on the ground around them.
Luke reached around her, unbuttoning her jeans, sliding the zipper down, then lowering the denim down her legs until it pooled at her feet. It was strange to feel him behind her, but she assumed he did it so as not to impede Logan’s view. She stepped out of her jeans, Luke tossing them onto the other discarded items.
Standing before them both, naked except for her panties, Sam felt her blood begin to boil, yet she didn’t feel vulnerable. No, she just felt… hot. And anxious. She wanted them to move this along, get completely naked, both of their hands on her, their mouths, filling her to overflowing.
Luke’s large hands gripped her calves, moving up over the back of her legs, until they cupped her bare bottom, her thong providing little cover. Drowning in the exquisite sensations, while unable to see Luke, Sam focused her attention on Logan. He remained seated, perched on the edge of the couch, his eyes trailing his brother’s movements, returning periodically to catch her gaze.
“Spread your legs.” Logan commanded.
Sam did as she was told, Luke’s hand sliding between her thighs, making her spread them even wider, giving him access to where she wanted to feel him. Instead of giving her what she was begging for, Luke rubbed between her thighs gently, teasing her by barely grazing her mound, causing her to groan with aggravation.
“Come here.” Logan instructed, taking her hand and pulling her onto the couch.
Sam had to kneel on the couch, crawling forward until she was far enough forward that she could reach the back, gripping tightly as she anticipated what would come next.
“Spread your legs wider.”
Sam shifted so her legs widened, her pussy soaking the tiny scrap of fabric still between her legs.
Luke moved between her legs, his back on the couch, his legs extending over the edge. When he gripped her hips, pulling her down until she was directly over his face, moving her panties to the side, Sam shuddered with excitement. Even the anticipation of his tongue sliding into her was enough to set off a mini detonation of desire.