But she smiles back.
I stand up and reach for the detachable shower head on the wall above them. Then aim it at the tiled floor as I adjust the temperature. Making it hotter than it needs to be, but not hot enough to burn.
When I aim it between her legs she gasps. I’m unsure if it’s from the heat or the pressure, then decide both.
The remaining bits of shaving cream run down over the bench in a stream of water and then my masterpiece is revealed.
My cock wants to feel it right now, but my head prevails.
Patience, I tell it. We’ll get there.
AJ is jerking off to me. Watching me watch her. His hand coming up and over the tip of his head with each upward motion, making the tip disappear from view. I watch him. Notice how plump the tip is. How swollen and ready for more.
I wish I could shave him too, but he’s always manscaped. It’s not perfectly smooth like Yvette’s pussy, but not enough to bother with.
My own cock is about the same.
I have another idea though.
But first… I want to fuck them.
Chapter Twenty-Eight – AJ
I like the way Logan concentrates. How he heeds Yvette’s request to be careful with her. This was a good idea. A very good idea. He owns that pussy now. At least for a little while. He’s made it his.
Which was the whole point.
“Get on your knees,” Logan says.
I look up at his face, unsure who he’s talking to.
“Both of you,” he says, answering my unasked question.
I lift Yvette up—she is pliant and soft, all her muscles relaxed—and hold her steady until her feet find the floor, then help her to her knees in front of Logan’s cock. He’s gripping it tight now. Jerking on it.
He takes her hand and places it over his and they jerk him together, Yvette’s head tilting up like Logan’s her master and she’s his little sex slave.
I’m a little unsure how I fit into this scene, but I do as he asks and kneel next to Yvette. Logan lets go of his cock, making sure Yvette takes his place and keeps tugging on his dick, and then reaches for my hand and puts it over hers.
“You’re into this, aren’t you?” I ask him, helping Yvette jerk him off.
“That’s what you wanted, right?”
I nod. “Yup.”
“Well, then. Shut the fuck up.”
I laugh, glancing at Yvette, and find her squinting her eyes at Logan. “Don’t worry,” I tell her. “It’ll be OK.”
And it will.
Because I will do everything he wants. I will make him see just how good we could be if he would just leave Damon behind and commit to this new life I’m dreaming up for the three of us.
No, I don’t know this girl. Not at all. I have bits and pieces of her. I know what it feels like to fuck her. I know what it feels like to be inside her. I’m familiar with her moans and squeals and the way her pussy clamps down when she comes.
And I know she’s sad. I know she’s played the game for a long time now and has mostly lost.
But I also know we’ve started to change her mind. Even though Logan isn’t trying to change her mind, he’s helping. Because he’s here. He showed up just now. He did everything I wanted him to.
Now it’s my turn.
Just as I think those words Logan’s hand is on the back of my head, urging me forward.
I do it gladly, just like I did before we got into the shower. I take him in my mouth and suck. But just as I get him to the back of my throat, he grabs my hair and pulls my head back. His cock slips out between my lips and then he shoves it into Yvette’s mouth.
She takes him deep, opening up wide, both her mouth and her eyes, as she stares up at Logan’s face and focuses. She places both her hands flat on his thighs, prepared to push him back if she has to, but not doing that yet.
She takes it. She takes all of it.
And just as she’s about to gag, he pulls out and points his cock at me.
My turn.
Ah, I get you now, Logan. You want to face-fuck me like a girl, eh? Both of us at the same time? Play a little game of who’s-in-charge-here?
Sure. I’ll be your bitch.
For now.
But I’ll get you back too. Just wait. Because this was my plan, motherfucker. And you walked right into it.
He shoves his cock so far down my throat, I gag instantly.
Logan laughs. “What’s the matter? Too big for you?”
Fuck you. But I don’t say it. Can’t say it. Because his cock is doing its best to choke me.
Now my hands are on his thighs. Palms flat against his thick muscles. And I’m just about to push him away when he pulls out and aims for Yvette.