arriving earlier every day, so their
suite was shadowed and mysterious as they led Susannah inside.
His
cock was already hard, just from the ideas galloping through his ever-fertile
imagination. One look at her, radiating curiosity, arousal and a healthy dose
of nerves, set the seal on his readiness. He could sense Tyler's focus as well.
Both
men were now fully engaged in the dance, the chase, whatever they wanted to
call it.
They'd
encircled their prey and she had succumbed. She was theirs. Now they could
tease and worship and do all the things to her that made for a memorable night.
But
first, they had to make sure she breathed now and again, since she appeared not
to have done so since they stepped over the threshold.
"Susannah."
Logan's voice was sharp. "For God's sake, woman. Take a breath. We're not
into necrophilia."
She
choked back a shocked chuckle as she gasped. "Shit. I never even realized."
Relieved,
Logan closed the door and turned on one or two small lamps as Tyler opened the
windows to let in the cooling evening air. "You were holding your breath.
And we're not about to jump your bones, sweetheart. We like to take our time."
"There's
wine if you'd like. Are you hungry?" Tyler had moved to the small
kitchenette area and was gesturing to the wine glasses arranged neatly on a
tray.
"No,
I'm good. Thank you." Susannah shook her head. "Honestly? I think I'm
too nervous to eat right now. Which explains the breath thing."
Logan
walked to her side and rested a hand on her bare skin. "You don't have to
do this, Susannah, we told you that already. We're not boys. If you say no, at
any time, you're free to leave."
"Has
anyone left you before?"
Tyler
grinned as he came to stand in front of her and cup her chin. "Not once I've
done this."
He
kissed her then, a slow lingering touch of mouth to mouth, and Logan watched,
observing the color return to Susannah's skin and the quick rise and fall of
her breasts over her corset.
He
took a moment to shrug out of his jacket then walked behind her and began to
loosen her laces. She made a sound, but Tyler held her mouth captive, with a
soft murmur, turning her head this way and that, distracting her attention.
Logan
loved undressing women. It was, he told Tyler, like Christmas morning.
Unwrapping the best and biggest gift, knowing what it would be but never quite
sure what it was going to look like.
He
knew there'd be breasts, and buttocks and a pussy between thighs that were
covered with silky soft skin. But those were the basics. Each woman was
different. Different to the touch, different in her responses, different in her
fragrance. And Logan loved them all.
Curved
or slender, young or mature, dark or light; he truly didn't give a damn. If she
was free, attractive to his eyes and interested in playing in bed with them, he
was happy. And unwrapping Susannah was surely going to be a magnificent
adventure.
As
the laces of her corset loosened and the fabric fell free of her body, Logan
nearly drooled over the length of spine he revealed. She was athletic; he knew
that from the way he'd seen her cross the parking lot to her car every day. She
was energetic and vivid, her body feminine but strong.
All
this he could see from the straight posture she maintained, even when he
slipped the corset away and let the fragile little thing she wore beneath slide
down over her arms to her waist.
Her
breasts were free, her skin only slightly marked by the bones which had lined
the medieval version of a bra.
Obeying
an impulse, he ran his tongue over one of the soft indentations, enjoying the
way her skin responded and the moan she gave at the touch of his mouth. Keeping
that contact going, he pulled off his shirt and then leaned forward, moving his
mouth to her neck and his naked chest against her back.
He
pushed her into Tyler who was ready, the white poet's shirt unbuttoned.
Breasts
met chest, and the two men sandwiched Susannah snugly, a move they'd enjoyed
many