Free Double Dare by Jeanne St James

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    Quinn expected them to switch, but they didn't.
    Logan pressed his chest against hers and met Ty's lips over her shoulder. Their lips opened, and Ty's tongue traced along Logan's lips before dipping in between them. Their eyes closed, their mouths angling, and they deepened the kiss. Logan's cock pressed against her lower belly, where it left a streak of slickness of its own.
    Quinn should have felt left out. The passion, the love, between the two men was unmistakable. But she didn't.
    She felt fortunate to be a part of it.
    And she wanted one—or both—of them inside her.
    During the kiss, Ty freed her arms. She reached between them to capture Logan's cock in her hand, using the precum to lube her palm as she stroked him. She reached behind her and grabbed Ty's already-lubricated cock and stroked it with the same rhythm as they continued to kiss over her, sandwiching her between them.
    Their kiss broke, and Logan brushed his lips against hers before Ty took his turn, giving her a short, deep kiss.
    “Lie back,” Logan told Ty, who obediently shifted back to the center of the plush rug and went supine, his cock still hard and bumping against his hip.
    “Now you,” Logan said to Quinn, taking both her hands in his and moving her to straddle Ty's hips. He leaned over and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, nipping the tip, making Quinn cry out. He released it and did the same to the other one. Quinn sank her fingers into his hair, but Logan grabbed her wrists firmly and pulled away.
    He gave her a reassuring smile. “Sit.”
    Quinn looked down. She was facing Ty's feet. Did Logan want her to mount Ty backward? She wasn't sure if he'd fit normally.
    “Logan, I—”
    Logan placed a finger against her lips, halting her protest. “Don't worry.”
    He held her arms so she didn't fall, and said, “Sit,” again.
    Holding on to him, Quinn lowered herself down, planning to settle over Ty's belly and work him in slowly. But it wasn't what Logan wanted. He pulled her by her arms until her pussy was directly above Ty's cock. Ty had a grip on his cock, keeping it steady, already enshrouded in latex.
    When her slick cleft met the thick head of his dick, Quinn let out a shaky breath. She fought the urge to sink down on him and ride him hard. But she knew better. Logan held up most of her weight as she poised above Ty, the head of Ty's cock nudging her folds wider.
    Quinn felt some trepidation, fearful but excited at the same time. Logan's cock was inches from her mouth, and before she could think twice, she captured it between her lips, swirling her tongue around the head. Logan grunted and almost let her arms go, but shifted for a better grip. She sucked his cock deep, pulling hard with her mouth. Her pussy pulsed, needing something, someone deep within her. She wiggled her hips and found the perfect position for Ty's cock as she slid herself farther onto his throbbing rod.
    “Jesus Christ, she's too tight, Lo.”
    Ty was barely in her, but Quinn moved up and down in time with her sucking of Logan's cock. Every time she came down, Ty went in her a little more. A little deeper. A little farther, stretching her, filling her to the point that she thought she would burst. It felt so good.
    Ty's cock bumped against her cervix, and she gasped as a tremor went through her inner muscles, squeezing him even tighter. She heard a hissing breath behind her.
    “ Fuck .”
    Quinn released Logan's cock from between her lips as he leaned her back until she lay on top of Ty, her back to his chest. Her body rose and fell with his breaths. Every time she rose with his chest, his cock twitched within her. He pressed his hips upward, moving just enough to make her want more.
    Logan moved around to the top of Ty's head and leaned over them, running his hands down Quinn's sides, over Ty's sides, smoothing his palms over their heated skin. He shifted his weight until he was over Quinn, his thighs pressing against her shoulders as he