In to Her

He jerks on his dick a few times as we watch. Then he grins and kicks off his shoes. “I’ll tell you what,” he says. “AJ can come over here and finish. And then you, Yvette, can undress him for me while I watch and enjoy. And then… we can talk about who’s gonna put a cock ring where.”

AJ looks at me like we’re the partners in this room and not the two of them. He smiles, silently asking what I think of the new deal. I don’t say anything but my answer is yes, and AJ understands this.

He hands me the cock ring and walks over to his friend. His large hands land on the round, muscular flesh of Logan’s shoulders, hesitating for a moment, like it feels good. Which I imagine it does. I want to touch Logan so bad right now, my fingers are tingling.

AJ slowly slips his hands down Logan’s shoulders, dragging the white button-down shirt off as he goes. It drops to the floor at Logan’s feet like a discarded cape. And then there’s one moment of hesitation. Less than a moment, maybe. And AJ reaches for Logan’s fully erect cock and begins to jerk him with one hand while the other one reaches up around his neck and he leans in for a kiss.

They kissed earlier so I know Logan’s OK with it. But for some reason I expect him to back away.

He doesn’t.

He opens his mouth, reaches for his friend with his tongue, and kisses him full on without regrets.

AJ mumbles something sexy. Something that might just be a moan or might be more, I’m not sure.

And Logan replies with, “Keep going. She’s patiently waiting for her turn.”

Which makes me hold my breath and AJ chuckle.

He backs away from the kiss and looks down at his hand, still jerking on Logan’s dick. Then he bends down and I step forward a few paces to get a better look as he places his mouth on Logan’s lower stomach and drags his scratchy face down the soft, sensitive skin.

Logan grabs AJ’s hair, holding him still for a moment while he closes his eyes and looks up at the ceiling.

I take a few more steps towards them.

I want AJ to suck him off so bad. A warm, tingly feeling builds between my legs as I get wet for them.

But AJ just slips Logan’s pants and boxer briefs down his legs until he steps out. He takes each of his socks off, one at a time. And then Logan is bare. Naked for us. Looking like the god Adonis with his perfectly muscled body in the soft glowing light of my bedroom.

AJ stands up and turns around, his hand outstretched, and says, “Now me.”

I walk forward on autopilot. Even if I wanted to say no to this, I wouldn’t be able to. I want to see what’s under that white thermal shirt he’s wearing. I want to feel the muscles of his arms. I want to see them both naked. Standing next to each other like Greek gods incarnate.

I take AJ’s hand and let him pull me close. Logan puts his hands around my neck and squeezes just enough to make my body flood with adrenaline. With fear, too.

But Logan’s grip loosens as he leans forward. He kisses me. Not the urgent, all-accepting way he did Logan just moments earlier, but tentatively. Like we’re new at this. And he whispers, “Get AJ naked,” into my mouth.

I exhale, my fingers reaching for AJ’s shirt. But I break away from the kiss so I can watch. So I can look. So I can get that first peek of what this well-built man is hiding underneath his clothes.

I find the hem. It’s ragged with rips and undone seams. Well-worn and familiar, and maybe old and overused, but in a good way. And that’s kinda how I feel right now. Like all my seams have come loose and are about to unravel. Like I’m old and tired, but still—there is this one night left for me. This one last chance to be part of something.

I lift up, anticipating the washboard abs, and I’m not disappointed. He is even more cut than his friend. Even harder with muscle, if that’s possible. I look up at AJ’s face as he lifts his arms. But I’m not tall enough to take the shirt completely over his head so Logan helps me.

And then there he is. His whole naked chest. Tattoos and scars. Rough and perfect. I trace the outline of a large angel on his chest. A woman with long, flowing hair and outstretched wings.

Not an angel. A valkyrie. A goddess killing one man with a sword while she saves his brother-in-battle to fight another day.

“Keep going,” AJ urges.

I drop to my knees, my legs spread open wide to give them a peek at my pussy, and lift up the hem of his faded and ripped jeans so I can get his boot off. Then do the same thing for the other foot as Logan bends down and begins to finger my pussy.