“Yes,” she answered on a heavy breath. Hearing that she was so close, just like I was, kicked it up another level so every move of their hands sent waves of bliss dancing through me. Beside me, she tensed and her fingers on my skin drifted to a stop.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come,” she cried.
If I had use of my mouth, I would have said the same. I listened to her sharp breaths, heard her cry of ecstasy, and let it pull me right along with her. We both thrashed on the bed in the throes of our orgasms, and he left his fingers inside, giving us something to ride on.
“Good girls.” He yanked the panties out of my mouth and filled it with his soft, indecent tongue, like he was fucking me with a kiss. Even though I wasn’t cold, I shivered in anticipation. “Can you get on top of her?” He scooped his hands under me and pulled me down so I was flat on my back. When she straddled me, she ground her wet skin against mine, and I gasped at how shockingly pleasurable this action was.
“Fuck.” She sounded as surprised as I was. She moved fast, rising off of me and edging her knee inside my thigh to force my leg up and back. She sank back down, positioned over me just so, and our pussies touched.
“Payton, oh my god.”
I don’t know what Logan was doing, but I could hear his uneven breath, which deepened when she began to slide on me, riding me. Her body ground against mine, bringing us both enjoyment at the same time. Was I supposed to like this? Because I really, really did.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he said, kissing me again. “You like that pussy on yours?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Take the blindfold off. Untie me.”
He stood and hesitated before answering. “Not yet, naughty girl. You didn’t ask permission to come last time.”
“You mean when her panties were in my mouth?”
He gave a laugh, edged with wickedness.
There was a rustle and Payton gasped. “Evie, his cock is huge.”
His laugh now was soft; startled and pleased. I suppose it’s nice to hear that from your girlfriend, but Payton had been with considerably more men than me, so this cemented it as fact. His clothes were off, and the mattress protested as he knelt on it, moving behind her and between my legs. When she lifted up again on her knees and her damp skin drew away, it was replaced with another sensation – her breasts on mine.
She kissed me and I answered back in kind until her mouth traipsed down my neck.
“Fuck, Logan,” she sighed against my flesh. “That feels so good.”
“What’s he doing?”
“He put . . .” she drew in a deep breath, “his tongue in me.” The conflict grew in my mind on whether or not I liked this. The possessiveness I’d felt that night Tara had approached us reared its head, and I was thankful he’d left the blindfold on. Yet listening to her fight for breath was audio sex, and the muscles low in my stomach clenched with desire. Maybe I did want to see.
“Yeah? You like eating my pussy?” she asked. “You like fucking me with your mouth?” He didn’t answer her, but he must have picked up the pace because a whole bunch of dirty words spilled out, punctuated by her short gasps. Followed by, “I can’t wait for you to fuck me with that big, hard cock.”
There was a thump as he backed off the bed and padded over toward the headboard. “Come here.”
He was talking to both of us. She used her body to guide mine closer to the edge of the mattress. Closer to him. Fingers peeled the mask up and then completely off. At some point, maybe when he’d lost his pants, he’d turned on the lights, and it took me a moment to adjust.
My vision came into focus, up close and personal with Payton’s face, her lips wrapped around the head of his dick. My gaze went up to Logan’s, and once again, he watched me with an intense expression, gauging my reaction. I . . . didn’t mind. It was sexy. Watching the helmet of his massive dick disappear inside her was insane. I couldn’t stop watching.
He pulled back from her and set his damp flesh on my lips, asking for entrance. I opened and took him inside.
“Can you . . . untie her?” he asked her. He was so hard in my mouth, and pulsed when I ran my tongue along the length of him. The knot on the far side tugged and jerked, and came free while Logan struggled to undo the one closest to him. I was released a few moments later and, ignoring the ache in my shoulders, I latched a hand on the base of his dick.
I gave myself a few greedy seconds on him, knowing what he wanted. Two mouths on him at once. Because I was beneath her, I pulled off of him and held his dick for her, encouraging her to take over. Meanwhile, I traced a circle lower on his balls, and his whole body shuddered. I let my grip on him fall away, letting Payton do what she wanted so I could focus below.
“Fuck, girls. That’s so fucking amazing.”
Our tongues met on his skin, and he made a noise of pure, raw satisfaction. We took turns stroking him and sliding him in and out of our mouths, and his face twisted with strangled pleasure, holding himself back. How had this bed not burst into flames? His hand yanked open the drawer and tore a condom off the strip, his shoulders lifting with each deep breath he took.
“Lie down, Payton, on your back.” It was a request, not a command, and his voice was uneven. “Evie, come here.”
She rolled off of me, and repositioned herself on her back, right at the edge of the bed, touching herself. I rose up onto my knees, a little concerned about his voice.
“What’s wrong, boss?” I whispered, and he kissed me passionately, desperate.