Page 52 of Ruthless Rebel

When he pulls back he doesn’t say anything, just winks, before rising to his full height and backing away slowly while biting his lip, his eyes never leaving mine. Once he reaches Lincoln, he turns and smiles at him, and then they are both walking away from me.

Which is how I find myself stalking along behind them both as we head back to our rooms. Their hands are intertwined, which means I know whatever issues they had, have been resolved, and I’m glad. Yet a part of me feels something else, something more akin to jealousy, if I could ever feel such a thing. There is a familiarity between them, an ease, a level of comfort that I’m not sure I will ever be capable of reaching, and it makes me sick. My heart is still thundering in my chest thanks to Logan’s kiss, but there is something else there too.

When they reach their room, Logan pullsout their key to unlock the door, as Lincoln crowds into him from behind, whispering something I can’t hear, but it makes him smile. They push through the threshold without looking back, but just as I am about to turn and head into my own room, I notice they have left their door ajar. My eyes zero in on that slither of space between the door and the frame, where it should have closed and the lock should have clicked into place, but it hasn’t, it didn’t.

Did they make a mistake? Are they so caught up in one another that they left it open? Or did they do it on purpose? Have they pushed and pounded against my walls so many times that they now want me to push back? Do I even know how? Growing up, everything I said and did was governed by my father. He forced my hand in so many things, and had fun doing it, so how do I let go of that and take something just for myself?

My steps are slow, steady, and quiet, as I erase the distance between myself and their door, my heart still pounding hard in my chest, but I have to do this. The door doesn’t make a sound as I push it open, and if it makes a sound when I close it, I don’t hear it. No, my focus is on the soft, breathy moans coming from the bedroom, on the sound of clothes being shed, and lips and tongues being tangled. Sounds that have me frozen in place, unable to think or move or breathe.

This isn’t like before. This isn’t fun and games in the billiards room that I can pretend I was forced to play, or a drunken hookup at a bachelor party that I can blame on intoxication. No, this is so much more than that. This is their bedroom, it’s private and intimate, and it’s crossing a line that we can never uncross. There is no running away if I walk in there. There are no more excuses or hiding, it’s just me and them, and whatever happens between us.

My feet are moving before my brain can even register it, the sounds of their moans spurring me on, and when I round the corner I almost stumble at the sight. Both of them are already naked and Lincoln has Logan clutched against his body, Lo’s back almost plastered to his chest. One of his hands slowly strokes up and down Logan’s cock, while the other is between his ass.

“Linc, come on, stop fucking teasing me, please” Logan whines, as Lincoln’s fingers slowly sink in and out of him, and all I can do is stare in awe.

They look like fucking gods ready to go to war for one another, and I almost want to run, to escape them and this fucking feeling, but then Lincoln’s eyes are on mine, and suddenly I can no longer move.

“Are you going to beg for my cock, baby?” Lincoln asks him, fucking his hole with his fingers without taking his eyes off me. “Why don’t you show our Dark Prince here how it’s done.”

Logan’s eyes instantly snap open and fly over to where I’m standing, and though a little surprised, his smirk is lazy and inviting. “Nah, I reckon he’s a real fast learner,” he purrs, before he drops down in front of Lincoln so he is on all fours, with his head positioned on the edge of the bed. “I’m all for kissing you again, Ash, but how about you do something else with my mouth instead?”

Lincoln pulls his fingers out and reaches for some lube to soak his cock, all while watching me carefully. I can tell he is waiting to see if I am going to run again, but I think after I dragged Logan into the pool house this morning, we are a little past that. I think if I am being honest with myself for the first time, we have been past that for a while now, I just didn’t realize it.

My eyes rake over both their bodies, taking in every inch of their bare skin like I am starved for it, and suddenly I realize I am. I have spent months forcing myself to look the other way, to pretend I didn’t see them, to force myself to ignore their attention on me, and for what?

My cock is painfully hard in my pants, aching, leaking, and begging for attention from them in a way I have never felt before, and I’m so sick of fucking denying myself. I want it, no, I need it, need them, need this, and with the way they are both looking at me, I think they feel the same.

“Well, you always did need something to shut you up, Lo,” I grunt, slowly making my way over to the bed, shrugging off my jacket, and loosening my tie. “And your mouth is good for many things, but talking isn’t one of them,” I add, gripping his chin and tipping his head up towards me. “Now tell me exactly what you want.”

I spent far too many nights being forced into intercourse with so many women, that I won’t do anything to him without his explicit consent.

Lincoln strokes a hand down his back, his eyes dark and locked on me, a deep understanding in them, as he cuts in, “Yeah, baby, why don’t you tell him exactly what you want from him?” He pairs his words with the lining up of his cock with Logan’s ass, before slowly sliding inside him and making them both groan. “Our Dark Prince won’t give you what you crave until you tell him exactly what you want.” He leans forward, licking a path up his spine, all the way up to his ear, before he whispers, “So why don’t you tell him how many times you’ve imagined being fucked by the both of us?” he slowly rolls his hips, fucking Logan nowhere near the pace I’m sure he needs.

“I want him, Lincoln, I want him more than I want my next fucking breath,” Logan groans, pushing himself back on Lincoln’s cock, and the sight is intoxicating.

The two of them have everything they need here with one another, so why the hell do they want me? It’s a question that has been on repeat in my mind the last couple of days. Well, if I’m being truly honest it’s been on my mind a lot longer than that,and paired with Lincoln’s admission about them being exclusive with only me as the exception, it’s pretty much all I can think about. Yet Logan’s words hold me captive.

I want him more than I want my next fucking breath.

“What do you want from me?” I find myself asking, my voice barely above a whisper, but I know they hear it.

“I want you to fuck my mouth while Linc fucks my ass,” Lo moans, leaning up on one hand and reaching for my belt, fumbling with the buckle to get it open. My breath catches in the back of my throat as he succeeds, and slips his hand inside my boxers and grips my cock. “Come on, Ash, I know you want to play with us, no more running remember?”

His words seem to instantly steal my nerves as I smile and repeat, “No more running.”

I reach up slowly to unbutton my shirt, letting it fall open, then I carefully push down my pants to allow him to take my cock out fully, trying not to feel under scrutiny with both their eyes on me. Logan is distracting with his firm strokes up and down my shaft, but it’s Lincoln’s gaze that undoes me. He is looking at me like he has never seen me before, as his gaze travels down my torso, lingering slightly on my chest. I swear I feel his stare brushing against my skin, and when he draws his cock all the way out of Logan, I can’t help but let my eyes fall. The sight of his cock hard and slick, pushing slowly back inside of Lo’s ass, is the most erotic thing I have ever seen.

“Be a good boy and put him in your mouth, baby, I want to feel us both fucking you,” Lincoln rasps, slowly rolling his hips, and from the sound of things, torturing Logan in the process.

“With pleasure,” Logan purrs, leaning forward and swirling his tongue around the head of my cock, before sliding it into his mouth and making me groan.

The wet heat of his mouth sends me straight to heaven, and my hands slide from his chin to his hair, gripping it tight, and slowlythrusting further into his mouth. “Fucking hell, Lo,” I curse, savoring the way his tongue glides along the underside of my shaft.

“Come on now, Dark Prince, you can do better than that. Fuck his mouth, he can take it,” Lincoln commands, thrusting his own hips harder, forcing Logan’s mouth further on my cock, and making him moan around my length.

Holy fuck.

This is unlike anything I have ever done, and I have fucked hundreds of women over the years, but none of them felt anything like this. Yet still my body heeds to Lincoln’s command, as my hands grip Lo’s head tighter, and I snap my hips a little rougher, hitting the back of his throat and sending me into a spiral.

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