In to Her

“Who says we need lessons?” Logan asks.

She huffs out a very small laugh. “Oooooo, what’s this?” she says, mimicking Logan. “It’s a cock ring, boys. The latest Swedish version.”

“Yeah?” I say. “You got some kind of sexy toy fetish?”

“What do you think?”

“I think that’s a yes.” Logan laughs, picking up the two vibrators off the bed. “So come on. Let’s do this.”

I roll my eyes. Let’s do this? Come on, dude. Up your game a little. I get it, she’s buzzed and willing, but a little game goes a long way.

So I walk over to her, unbuckling my pants with one hand as I hold the new and improved vibrating cock ring in the other, and by the time I stand in front of her, looking down as she looks up, I’m jerking off.

She glances down, then back up at me, does that little head-tilt look-away thing that I’m starting to like, and says, “So put it on.” But then she smiles. “Better yet,” she says, nodding at Logan, “you put it on him.”

Oh, hell yeah.

“Yeah, Logan. Come over here and show us your mad sex toy skills.”

Chapter Eight – YVETTE

My head is foggy, my legs are shaky, and I just had a really amazing orgasm about an hour ago. But fuck it. These men are my gift and I’m going to spend every last hour of this day doing whatever the hell I want.

The sex toys used to be a joke. Back when jokes were a thing in my world. They were fun back when I was happy. And I’ve used them a little in the time since they stopped being a joke. A few times, with a few random men. But nothing serious.

But there is an inevitable conclusion coming at the end of this night. One that can’t be stopped. And I’ve got several thousand dollars in sex toys in that drawer that have mostly been ignored.

So… why not?

I’m still drunk enough that I don’t have the energy to think too hard about this. And hell, these two men are big, and muscular, and sexy. And it doesn’t hurt that they both have huge cocks.

I do one of those come-here motions with my finger as I look at Logan. I get these two now. AJ is the muscle but he’s also the charmer. He’s one of those upbeat guys even when he’s stressed.

Which is perfect because Logan is the uptight one. Literally, the suit. He’s all business. He’s got scars on his knuckles, just like AJ. So he’s a fighter too, but he does something else now. Like maybe once upon a time he was just a street thug but he’s since moved up.

I have a feeling AJ can fix cars, and dishwashers, and turn on generators, while Logan can sign the fuck out of a check, or get you out of some jail time, or fix the fucked-up accounting in your books.

Which makes me laugh. Because nobody’s fooling anyone today. I know who these guys are.

“Come here,” I whisper, when Logan just looks at me. “AJ needs help.” I take the cock ring from AJ and hold it up like exhibit A. The exact evidence Logan needs to be convinced.

He doesn’t take a single step.

But he does unknot his tie. Slowly. Carefully. Looking me in the eyes while he slips it out of his collar and throws it on the bed, like maybe he’s gonna use it to tie my wrists together later.

He takes off his suit coat and drapes it over a chair, then starts unbuttoning his shirt.

I let out a breath when he exposes the well-defined muscles of his chest and my fingertips have an almost uncontrollable urge to touch him.

He takes off a pair of cufflinks, places them on the bedside table, and then slips his shirt down his arms, letting it hang there, half on, half off, so I can get a good look.

He grins. “Like what you see?”

I swallow and nod, then look at AJ, who has the same hungry look on his face as me.

“Should I keep going?” Logan asks us. “Or do you want me to keep the clothes on?”

“Off,” AJ says. “Take everything off.”

I have no idea if these guys are like… partners. Or if they’re just friends who dabble. But I can tell they have a certain level of comfort with each other. I can tell they like each other. I can tell they’re turning themselves on right now.

Logan unbuckles his belt. It jingles in a very sexy way when it falls open. His fingers deftly undo his pants and pull out his thick, long cock. His shirt is still hanging off his arms so he’s the perfect picture of a man who is about to fuck you into oblivion.

He looks like a model with his dark hair, and chiseled jaw, and intense gray eyes.