Dare

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Dare
part two
"Dare"

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She knew exactly where this was going. People in the mansion thought she was a good girl? Well, she was about to prove them wrong.

"Dare."

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Remy was watching her. "I dare you to watch Logan fuck me and not join in," he said. "And remember, chére, all dares are binding."

Jean took a few breaths to steady herself. "Okay. So... should we go upstairs?" Jean asked, feeling suddenly awkward.

"Either that, or we make a mess on the rug," Logan replied, getting to his feet.

Jean blushed about six shades of red, pulling her bra and tank top back up. Remy rose from his crouch gracefully, holding a hand out to Jean. She took it and let him pull her to her feet. "C'mon," he said.

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"Have a seat, chére," Remy said once they got into his room, motioning to a black leather armchair.

It wasn't quite as warm in Remy's room as it was in the living room, probably because of the tall, full beech tree just outside of the window. The relative cool was a godsend, Jean thought as she settled in the armchair. His room smelled good, like his cologne and laundry detergent. Underneath that was the faint scent of clove cigarettes.

Logan stood by the bed, watching as Remy came to stand by Jean. "Remy?" Jean asked, proud that her voice didn't waver.

"Oui?"

"The dare was that I have to watch without joining in. I can touch myself all I want, can't I?"

It was Remy's turn to stare open-mouthed, and Jean couldn't help grinning smugly. Logan was giving her a tiny, amused smile, his arms crossed across his broad chest. 'Score one for me,' she thought, feeling a bit steadier now that she had gained some ground.

Remy shrugged elegantly, a smile replacing the surprise on his face. His shirt slid down on his arms, and Jean could hear Logan growl impatiently. It sent shivers through her body.

"Jeanne, you can touch yourself all you want. Remy don't have no problem with dat," he said with a wicked smile.

She raised an eyebrow at him as he backed away from her, toward Logan. Jittery anticipation raced over her, making her shake, raising goosebumps on her skin. Being here, in this moment that was so intimate, felt naughty and wrong but so good. It felt like a guilty little pleasure.

Remy stopped just inches from Logan and let his shirt slide off of his arms and to the floor. The muted light cast deep shadows over the defined muscles of his chest. Logan's hands were suddenly on him, raking over Remy's tanned skin. Their lips came together roughly, and Remy's hands lifted to tangle in Logan's hair.

A quick push and Remy was on his back on the high bed, laughing softly. Logan growled at him and opened the fly on Remy's jeans, pulling them over his narrow hips. The black boxer shorts came next, dropping to the carpet.

Apparently, they didn't waste any time. Jean tucked one leg underneath herself, holding on tight to the arms of her chair.

Logan's shirt came off next, revealing acres of hard muscle that made Jean's mouth water. Remy sat up and ran his hands over Logan's chest; Logan gasped when Remy pinched his nipples hard. Logan moved over to shuck his own jeans, and Jean got her first view of Remy completely naked.

She wasn't ashamed to admit that she'd fantasized about Remy. Hell, who hadn't at one time or another? He'd been handsome in her mind, but in real life, he was utterly beautiful. Her eyes raked a path up his lean body, trailing over his thighs, his long erection, up his flat stomach and over his chest. His long hair fell into his face like a silk drape, shadowing eyes that glowed red in the half dark.

He was giving her a knowing look. "Like what you see, ma chére?" he murmured, his voice like old whisky, smooth and burning.

Jean didn't reply, but instead turned her head to watch Logan finish undressing. Unlike Remy, he wasn't wearing anything under his tight blue jeans, and the thought that he was walking around the mansion naked under his pants made her skin flush. He pushed the jeans down over his hips, practically having to peel them off, revealing muscular thighs and hips and that thick cock.

He stepped out of his jeans and crawled up over Remy, pressing their bodies together. Jean's grip tightened on her chair as they rubbed against each other, kissing languidly. She thought she might actually break the thing when Logan moved up onto his knees and Remy took his cock in his mouth. "Oh my god," she whispered breathlessly.

Logan's head fell back, his face slack with pleasure, when Remy sucked him deep into his mouth. Remy drew back, licking at the tip of Logan's cock, then started a steady rhythm, in and out. Logan was moaning softly, his fingers wrapped in Remy's hair, guiding his lover's movements.

Jean couldn't help herself. Her hand drifted down to her groin of its own accord.

Remy sucked at him until Logan was breathing harshly, his fingers flexing on the back of Remy's head. Slowly, Gambit backed off, his eyes cut up at Logan. He rolled onto his back, stretching out like a giant cat, begging for touch, his eyes drifting over to Jean. She blushed and tried to move her hand away nonchalantly, but it was like his gaze pinned her in place.

"What do you t'ink we should do now, mon brave?" Remy asked teasingly.

Jean suddenly realized that Logan was staring at her intensely. A different kind of heat washed oher her body, replacing her embarrassed blush with arousal. She had to physically keep herself from getting up and rubbing herself against him.

'The dare, Jean, remember the dare,' she told herself.

n sun suddenly pounced on Remy, kissing him roughly. "I already know what we're gonna do. Get the stuff and turn over," he growled.

Remy smiled a wicked little smile and slid out from under Logan, leaning off of the bed and snagging a bottle and a couple of condoms from the nightstand. "Put the condom on me," Logan ordered, taking the lube from Remy's hands.

Remy tore the package open and pulled the condom out, unrolling it onto Logan's cock, and Jean's mouth went dry. It seemed to hit home that she was actually about to watch these two beautiful creatures have sex. Logan took a deep breath, watching Remy turn onto his knees. When Remy had settled, Logan flipped the cap of the lube bottle open and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. Remy's head fell down to the mattress when Logan touched him. Jean found herself leaning forward in her chair to get a better view.

Logan rubbed his fingers over Remy's asshole, the younger man jerking and gasping. Logan slowly pushed his forefinger into Remy's ass, stroking a few times, and Remy moaned, a low, trembling sound that made Jean shiver. His hips moved in encouragement, but Logan slid his finger out and drizzled more lube onto Remy's ass, letting it run down onto his balls, then sliding two fingers in and out several times. Pulling his fingers out, he squirted lube onto his own sheathed cock, stroking himself a few times.

Remy rose up higher on his knees, like he was begging for it, and Logan chuckled appreciatively, running his hands over the smooth skin of Remy's hips and back. Remy arched like a cat against Logan's touch, his hands fisting in the sheets. "Logan, fuck me!" he exclaimed impatiently.

Logan was perfectly still for a moment, his eyes closed, and Jean began to feel his thoughts bleeding into her mind. Want, desire, hunger, for Remy and for her. He hadn't teased her like Remy had up to that point, but now he was enticing her in his own wicked way.

*Watch,* he whispered in his mind.

Gripping the chair's arms so tightly that the wood creaked, she watched Logan push his cock into Remy's body.

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end part two

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