Dare

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Dare
part four
"Dare"

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What sealed it was when Logan suddenly pushed in deep and came, groaning like a tortured animal, gripping Remy's hips tightly. He watched her as he came, beckoning to her with his eyes.

Fuck the dare.

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Logan's head fell forward and his eyes slipped shut, his body still jerking. Jean was standing with her knees against the tall bed before she even realized that she was that close. When she touched his chest, he jumped in surprise, eyes flying open.

Jean stood completely still, her fingertips resting lightly on the hot, damp skin of his chest, her breath coming rapidly. Remy turned his head and looked up at her, his cheeks flushed prettily, and any doubt Jean had that she was going to make herself the filling in a Logan/Remy sandwich disappeared.

"What about de dare?" Remy asked, his voice husky.

"Oh, who cares?" she replied.

Logan laughed. "Have you ever done anything like this before, darlin'?" he asked.

She shook her head, feeling suddenly nervous. Logan touched her cheek gently. "Don't worry about a thing, sweetheart. Remy and I will take good care of you," he said.

He slowly pulled out of Remy's body, prompting a n frn from the other man. "C'mon, let's get cleaned up," Logan said.

Remy crawled off of the bed and pulled Jean against him, his wet cock leaving a damp spot on her shirt. He twisted his hands in her hair and pulled her mouth to his, kissing her thoroughly. She saw Logan dispose of the condom out of the corner of her eye, but Remy was kissing her entirely too well for her to really pay attention.

Logan came up behind her, sliding his hands down to cup her ass. "Hey, you two," he said, nipping at Jean's earlobe. "Shower. Now."

Remy pulled away from her lips and took her hands in his, pulling her into the bathroom behind Logan. She ended up on the vanity, being kissed breathless again by Remy while Logan turned the shower on and adjusted the temperatu Rem Remy nudged her knees apart with his legs and tucked himself in against her, letting her run her hands over his body and up to the back of his head.

His hair was so soft and silky against her hands. He coaxed her lips apart with his tongue and licked at the inside of her mouth. Jean couldn't help whimpering. She'd never been kissed so well before.

Logan had come up beside them, and he gently smoothed his fingers over her face and up into Remy's hair, smoothing it away from his face, then tangling in it. He pulled Remy's head back suddenly, and Remy stepped back, chuckling and rubbing at his scalp. "All you had to do was ask, mon brave," he said lightly.

Logan ignored him, instead settling against Jean's body, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her stomach felt fluttery and tight. Before she could take a breath, he was kissing her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth, his lips bruising hers. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, his still-hard cock rubbing against the inside of her thighs.

Things twisted deep inside of her, making her shake and shudder against him. Remy kissed very, very well, but Logan positively took her breath away. They were completely different in style; Remy was smooth and refined while Logan was raw and primal. They were both damn good kissers. She'd be lucky to survive this.

She was breathless and dizzy, and it took her a moment to realize that Logan was sliding his hands under her backside. She let out a shriek of laughter when he picked her up from the counter, wrapping her legs around his waist. "No, what about my clothes?" she exclaimed as he stepped into the big shower stall.

"Who cares?" he muttered, pressing her against the tile wall and kissing her again.

She let her lelidelide down, and Logan stepped back, pulling her under the shower spray. The water soaked her immediately, turning her pale yellow tank top transparent and slicking her long hair down her back. Remy squeezed in beside her and quickly worked the button and zipper on her shorts, tugging them over her hips and down her legs. She kicked them into the far corner of the shower.

"Oh, I like these," Logan said, running his hands over her little white thong panties. "Another laundry day treat?"

Jean grinned. "Nope. I always wear thongs."

He slid his hands down to her ass. "Now you know I'm going to think about that every time I see you in those skirts you like to wear."

"Oh yeah?" Jean said, giving into temptation and running her hands over the hard muscles of his chest.

Logan gave her a hungry look. "Yeah, I'm gonna think about tossing you over a table and pushing that skirt up so I can see your panties," he said, kissing her hard again.

He shifted to her side a bit, one of his big hands sliding down to cup her breast. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb, then pinched it hard through her shirt and bra. She arched her back and gasped against his mouth, gasping again when Remy pressed against her other side and trailed his fingers over the crotch of her panties. Logan pulled away from her lips to take a breath, nuzzling her cheek. "Oh god," she whispered, gulping in breaths of air.

Remy pulled her forward, out from under the spray, and turned her to face Logan, running his hands over her ass and thighs. Her tank top must have been an annoyance to Logan, because he took hold of the neckline and ripped it down the front to just below her breasts.

"Hey, I liked this shirt," she mumbled in protest, onalf-alf-heartedly because he was peeling her bra down.

"l bul buy you a new one," he replied, dropping to his knees and sucking on her nipple, kneading her breasts with his hands.

Remy took hold of the front and back of her panties, slowly dragging the thong strap back and forth over her pussy. Logan was worrying at her nipple with his teeth, licking between nibbles, squeezing her breasts tightly. Remy tugged at the strap, dragging the seam over her clit, and Logan slid one hand between her legs, under her panties. She cried out in surprised pleasure, one hand tangling in his thick hair and the other scrabbling for purchase on the slick tile walls. He stroked her clit a few times before plunging a finger deep inside of her.

"Mmm, you're tight," he murmured against her breasts, stroking his finger in and out of her.

Remy pressed up against her from behind, his erection pressed against the small of her back. "Logan," he said, brushing his lips against her shoulderwhy why don't you get de rest of Jeanne's clothes off of her, hien?"

Logan cut his eyes up, and then pulled his hand from between her thighs, grabbing the sides of her already-ruined tank top and ripping it the rest of the way down. Remy pulled it off of her shoulders and tossed it behind him. Logan started to go for her bra, but she stepped back out of his reach. "No way," she admonished with a smile. "I'm not letting you rip my bra to shreds."

Remy quickly popped the hooks open, and the bra fell to their feet, leaving her naked from the waist up. Remy started to slide her panties over her hips, but Logan caught his wrists. "Uh-uh," he said, a wicked look in his eyes. "Leave 'em on."

He surged to his feet suddenly, pressing up against her and sandwiching her between his and Remy's bodies. Cupping the back of her head with one hand, he kissed her again, more slowly than before, as if he was savoring every second of it. His other hand came back up to her breasts, squeezing them and playing with her nipples. Remy's hands slid over her hips slickly, and she realized that he was soaping her up. His hands glided over her skin, up to tease her breasts and back down to slip long fingers between her legs, sliding under her panties. Jean gasped against Logan's mouth, rubbing her soapy breasts against Logan's chest, trying to work herself on Remy's fingers.

Remy chuckled against her ear, moving handhand to Logan's cock, sing ing it a few times before sliding his soapy fingers over Logan's balls and between his legs. Logan groaned, sucking on Jean's tongue, and spread his feet a bit wider, letting Remy stroke him. "Is there another bar of soap?" Logan asked hoarsely.

"Ouai," Remy said lazily, sliding his hand a little farther back between Logan's legs. Jean couldn't see what he was doing, but from Logan's sharp moan, she could guess.

Reaching around Jean's body, Logan groped at the soap dish and came back with a sliver of soap tucked into his palm. Remy slid his hands around to Logan's ass, pulling him closer so that Jean was squeezed between their hard bodies. Logan lifted his hands up and rubbed them together, then tilted his upper body back so he could soap Jean's breasts up.

"Now, Logan here's a breast man," Remy murmured into Jean's ear, licking at her earlobe. "He'd play with your nipples all day if we let him. Ain't dat right, chér
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Logan replied by flicking Jean's nipples until she shuddered against him. "And what kind of man are you?" Jean asked breathlessly, her head lolling back on Remy's shoulder.

"Me? I'm an ass man," he answered, sliding his hands back to her backside, pulling her thong to one side.

"Why does that not surprise me?"

Logan laughed, squeezing Jean's breasts one last time before sliding his hands around her ribs and down her back. After that, everything became a blur of slick hands and slippery touches. Jean gasped when Logan's fingers dipped into the cleft of her ass, tensing up. Both men stilled with their arms around her.

"You okay, Jeanne?" Remy asked, his voice low and calm.

"I've just... I've never done that before," she answered, blushing.

"No need to be embarrassed, darlin'," Logan murmured, kissing her lightly. "If you don't wanna, we can just do something else. Remember, I told you we'd take car care of you."

He stroked the backs of her thighs. "Yea or nay?" he asked.

She took a couple of deep breaths. "Try it, and if I don't like it, stop."

He slid his fingers back between her cheeks, just lightly brushing over her asshole, and she jumped. He didn't try to push inside, just pressed lightly at her, and to her surprise, it felt good. Very, very strange, but good in a dirty sort of way.

"You like it?" Logan rumbled.

"I... I don't know. Keep g itg it," she breathed.

He grinned and stroked her anus, making her jump and writhe against him, then stepped backward, pulling all three of them under the shower spray. "I've got a better idea," he said, giving Remy a heated look over her shoulder.

Their hands were suddenly all over her, teasing her nipples, sliding between her legs. Jean finally gave in and did what she'd been wanting to do since they'd pulled their cocks out down in the living room. She wrapped one hand around each, squeezing tightly and reveling in their moans. When the soap was rinsed off completely, Remy pulled them back again, taking hold of her hips so he could rub his cock against her ass. Logan dropped to his knees in front of her, sucking at her nipples and shifting her so she was leaning against the shower wall. "Prop your leg up in the soap dish, darlin'," he growled, sliding his fingers between her legs.

Breathing hard, Jean propped herself against the tile wall and set her foot in the dish. Having her leg up so high left her spread wide open and feeling more than a little self-conscious. Self-conscious, that is, until Logan licked his way down her stomach and looked hungrily at the wet space between her legs.

"God, yeah," he groaned, reaching between his own legs to stroke his hard cock. "I'm gonna eat you up, darlin', eat your cunt real good."

Remy was still behind her, steadying her with his body. He reached down behind her, and suddenly his cock was between her legs, not penetrating her, but rather sliding back and forth in the wetness seeping out of her. Logan leaned forward and licked at her clit, wrenching a cry from her throat. "Move your dick, Rems, I wanna get my tongue inside her," Logan groused, and Jean shuddered at the thought.

She couldn't help moving her hips with Remy's thrusts, rubbing herself against his erection. God, she couldn't wait to feel him inside of her. Logan's hand was suddenly between her thighs. She looked down to see him gripping Remy's cock, lic and and dragging his teeth across the tapered head.

Remy cursed behind her and pulled back, laughing. "Mon dieu, Logan, dere's no need to bite me," he teased, then lowered himself to his knees, too.

Before Jean had time to react, Logan's mouth was on her pussy, licking and sucking at her clit. She let out a shriek before she could catch herself and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Non, chére," Remy purred, stroking her thighs, "we wanna hear you."

Logan thrust his tongue inside of her a few times, then moved back up to lick at her clit. He had just closed his lips around the swollen little bud when she felt Remy's tongue licking daintily at the mouth of her cunt.

"Oh my god, ohmygod, ohmigod," she moaned, her hips bucking unconsciously.

Her cries went up in volume when Logan starsucksucking hard on her clit and Remy moved back to lick delicately at her asshole. She felt both of their hands on her, gasped when Remy pushed a long finger into her sex, and downright screamed when Logan added a finger of his own.

Of all the kinky fantasies she'd had in her time, she couldn't believe she'd never thought of having two men finger her at the same time.

She bucked against their mouths, keening wildly when Remy pressed the tip of his tongue against her anus. They slowly pumped their fingers in and out, working their tongues against her. Remy slid his finger out of her body, leaving Logan to push another of his in.

An orgasm caught her off guard, roaring through her body like a flash fire. Logan thrust his fingers deep into her sex, flicking the tip of his tongue against her clit. A heavy wave of pleasure washed over her, turning into tingling fire at the feel of R's t's tongue working against her asshole.

Her knees shook, and both men backed off, letting her sink to the shower floor between them. Remy held her hips, nuzzling her shoulder gently, but Logan was like a live wire; his hands trembled when they slid up her arms. He captured her lips and kissed her feverishly, sinking his hands into her wet hair. Jean could barely catch her breath, her body still aching, and she gripped his shoulders tightly.

Remy chuckled against her skin, pushing her hair to the side so he could kiss her neck. "Why don't we move dis to a drier venue, hien?" he murmured. "De water's gettin' cold."

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end part four

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