Fast and Furious by Trista Ann Michaels

covered one nipple with his hot mouth. With a moan of pure animal delight, she arched her back, trying to force her breast further into his mouth. Her hands moved to his hair, her fingers digging into the short, almost black strands. She looked over his head toward Chase, who still leaned against the hood of the car, watching them.
    Would he ever join them? Would he stand there the whole time, watching? Part of her liked the idea. Part of her wanted him there. Logan’s hand moved back between her legs, his fingers gently fondling her labia. He made her crazy with his slow, teasing motions.
    This was so wild, so hot, she could hardly breathe.
    Two men, one in front, one behind, pleasuring her was extremely erotic. But the third watching them was enough to send her into orbit. A pleasurable orbit to be sure.
    “All of us have been tested,” Logan whispered. “But we have condoms if you want.”
    Allie shook her head. She didn’t like condoms, something she was sure would get her into trouble one day, but for now it didn’t matter. Blaine moved to the other breast and suckled her nipple. She moaned deep in her throat as the tension in her body built to a deafening roar.
    “Feel how wet she is, Blaine,” Logan said.
    Blaine moved his hand between her legs and she sighed as his fingers slid through the slick cream. Logan’s fingers spread the cream around the opening to her anus and her legs began to shake.
    “I bet you’re tight here,” Logan murmured as he pushed one finger inside.
    Allie gasped at the invasion, feeling her pussy walls contract at empty air. Blaine moved to his knees and flicked his tongue over her clit. She shuddered as the sensation traveled clear to her womb, making it tighten in anticipation.
    Logan added a second finger, pushing both deep as Blaine forced his face between her legs and licked at her pussy.
    “Feel good, gorgeous?” Logan purred and Allie could do nothing more than nod and pant. “I bet it does. You’re so wet, so hot as I finger-fuck your ass.”
    Allie couldn’t believe Logan’s dirty talk would have this kind of effect on her, but damned if she wasn’t close to exploding. She looked over at Chase and couldn’t stop staring. He’d removed his pants and now sat naked on the hood of the car. His hand slowly pumped up and down the long length of his engorged cock as he watched the three of them play.
    It was so sexy; so erotic to see him sitting there, his eyes glued to them, his hand on his cock. Did he like what he saw? Did it please him to see her being pleasured by his friends? She never imaged she would enjoy this sort of thing, but it was so hot.
    As they stared at each other, she remembered how he’d felt inside her. How his thick cock had stretched her channel, filled her full. The walls of her pussy clenched and Logan moaned, thrusting a third finger into her tight anal passage. She shuddered from head to toe, fighting the release that threatened to scream through her.
    Blaine’s tongue dipped into her pussy before sliding back out to circle her tingling clit. The teasing pressure against her sensitive nub made her want to slide into a puddle on the floor. It felt so good. She was so close, so damn close.
    “Oh, please,” she begged as her body began to tense.
    She worked her hips forward and back, pushing against Logan’s thrusting fingers, then forward toward Blaine’s wicked mouth. This was crazy. This was incredible.
    “Do you want to come, gorgeous?” Logan murmured sexily in her ear.
    She nodded, unsure she could speak.
    “Then say it,” he hissed as he began to pump her ass harder.
    Blaine moved the flat of his tongue to her clit and she gasped. “Yes,” she shouted. “Do it. Make me come.”
    Blaine sucked at her clit and she exploded with a shout, her hips working wildly back and forth, unsure which she wanted more. As the throes of her orgasm had her weak and literally mindless, Chase moved behind Blaine. Over his head, he grabbed the back of