“Yes,” she moaned, clearly liking that idea. Her finger worked its way into me, while her mouth continued to suck and stroke, fucking me senseless. Still, no matter how good it felt, it wasn’t going to be enough. I needed him, so what I really needed was for her to come again.
“Fuck her harder,” I said on a broken breath.
He gazed at me with lust-filled eyes, and rammed into her. She quivered and sighed with delight. “Yes . . . yes . . .”
“Harder,” I commanded, this time with a little more weight in my voice. He slipped a hand behind her knee and lifted it, setting her ankle on his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her thigh, pushing deeper with a thrust that knocked her mouth off of me. A sound of enjoyment from him was barely audible over her moans. My thighs were burning with the exertion anyway, so I straightened up on my knees and slid closer. All the way until her leg was sandwiched between Logan and I, and I could flatten my breasts against his damp, bare chest. Hands clamped down on my ass, squeezing. Her hands.
“Yes,” she chanted, “yes, yes, yes . . .”
“Harder,” I ordered, and a shift went through him. His face was dark, powerful, and streaked with authority. I knew instantly who this was – the man in the shower, the one I hadn’t seen since then, even when I’d asked for him. Was there danger unleashing him? I was much too thrilled to care.
He pounded into her, furious and unapologetic, and the hand not holding her leg wrapped around my throat. Fingers squeezed as his grip tightened on me, crossing the threshold into uncomfortable. Whoa.
It was gone as quickly as he’d set it on me, moving across my skin to the back of my head, and he jerked a fistful of my hair back, forcing my chin up so his mouth could crash against my neck. I made a noise of deep, raw pleasure.
“Am I fucking her to your satisfaction?” His voice was harsh and rough, and it was like he’d shot me right in my center with heat so acute I couldn’t breathe. The ache in my sex was painful, and I was desperate.
“Make her come,” I half-ordered, half-pleaded, loud enough to cut through the sound of his skin slapping against hers. He took my hand in his and shoved it down between our bodies, placing my fingers on her swollen nub.
The bed shook with his powerful thrusts, and I rubbed her flesh, not caring that his thrusts were crushing my fingers against her.
“Shit, oh shit,” she babbled. Her hand slapped my ass and kneaded the flesh. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
I was wildly out of control, and yet in control when she came again, seizing and screaming on the mattress. Before me, the look of aggression began to wane from Logan’s face when his pace slowed to a stop. Breathing sounded like a struggle for Payton, a struggle she was just starting to win when he abruptly pulled out of her. His hand hooked around the back of my neck and he shoved me down roughly, so my head was right in between her legs.
The tight, pink skin was before me and I closed my eyes, inching forward. I ran my tongue down through her crevice, and she jolted, mumbling something I couldn’t underst
and but that sounded like encouragement.
I focused on my job, anxious to return the pleasure and see if I could do as well as she’d done. My tongue gathered up her wetness as I fluttered it, and I shifted into a position more comfortable for pleasing her—
“I want to fuck you while you do that.”
Yes. I climbed off of her and put my feet on the carpet, rising to stand before him. I didn’t have to ask how he wanted me. He turned me toward her as she slid backward, her whole body now on the bed, and she bent her knees, opening her legs. Payton drew up onto her elbows, her tousled hair hanging to brush over her breasts, and she curled a finger at me in a seductive “Come hither.” The desire and sex filled every goddamn inch of the room and I was powerless to disobey.
My legs shook as I placed my hands on her knees, letting them glide down the curve of her long legs toward her center as I lowered into her. There was the subtle noise of Logan pulling the condom off and tossing it in the trash can.
I brushed my thumb over her, rolling a circle where I liked it best, figuring that’s where she would like it too. Oh, yeah, she did. Her enormous sigh made the muscles of my sex clench. Hands grasped my waist, and his hard dick, the one I’d been without forever, nudged me. I set my mouth on her, and he dipped the head of his dick . . . the head of my cock . . . inside me.
“More, Logan,” I begged. “I want all of you.”
He inched forward. “Fuck, Evie.”
I stopped thinking about what I was doing with my mouth and let my body take over when he was filling me, completing me. Her moans intensified as I pressed my tongue hard and flat against her and licked like she was an ice cream cone, but had to stop when he began fucking me, pushing deep.
“I need permission,” I cried.
He hesitated. “No. I’m too close already.”
I groaned. It felt so good. How could I not come? He’d backed off and the tiny, slow thrusts teased and tormented, and from this angle, all of him was touching me inside and out. The pressure inside me multiplied as he grew deeper. Harder. Faster. I was in big, fucking trouble.
“Yellow,” I said. I returned my attention to her, sucking her into my mouth. Her hand was on the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair. I had to think about this tender action, her soft mewing and not the dick that rammed into me. Shit –
“Red!”
He didn’t just stop at my warning, he pulled out all together. I turned over my shoulder, stunned at his action.
“You weren’t the only one at red.” He was breathing rapidly, standing with one hand clenched around his dick, strangling back his orgasm.