“Oh—oh shit.” I feel like I’m flying, like the buzz fills my bones and my teeth. It’s in my brain now, in my arms and legs and belly and— “Oh, fuck—I’m coming.”
Trent slams into me, his rigid abs raking my clit. I’m barely aware of Logan’s wicked tongue at the edge of that buzzing device. I scream out my pleasure, pumping my hips to pound Trent deeper. I’m so full and I can’t even tell where all this sensation is coming from. My pussy, my ass, my whole entire body convulses into a quivering heap on Trent’s chest.
He kisses me softly, chuckling as Logan turns down the vibration. “That was close,” Trent murmurs, kissing me again. “Almost lost it at the end there.”
“Glad you held out.” Logan stretches beside me, gently suckling my nipples. We lie there together like that for a while, taking our time to come down. I should maybe feel guilty getting off twice already when neither of these two have come once.
But guilt is honestly the farthest thing from my mind. Stroking Trent’s chest, I sink into our soft cloud of comfortable bliss. I don’t know how long we all lie there. Maybe just a few minutes.
Logan rolls to his side, touching Trent’s face as he checks in. “You good to keep going?”
“Fuck yes.” He grins. “We’re not doing that thing again, right?”
“What thing is that?”
“The game where we see who can hold out the longest.”
Logan chuckles and kisses him. “I don’t care who comes first. I only care how.”
“Oh yeah?” Something electric arcs between them. I’m part of this moment, but also an enthralled observer.
“Yeah,” Logan says. “I want it to happen with me deep inside you.”
Holding my breath, I watch Trent’s face. Is this the moment he really freaks out? That it all becomes real and the demons he got as a gift from his dad come screaming up out of his chest?
But Trent doesn’t blink, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t back down at all. He just wets his lips and gives Logan a look that’s electric.
“Let’s do it.”
CHAPTER 21
LOGAN
This is hardly my first time taking a man like I’m poised to. It’s not even my inaugural experience with a first timer.
But everything’s different with Trent. I know how much trust this requires of him. How this act we’ve discussed isn’t something he ever imagined himself doing. Certainly not in such a vulnerable position as he wedges a bolster under his hips like I’ve asked.
Sara looks nervous, but eager. “Can I get on top of him now?”
“Yes, but face me.” I watch as she slings her leg over him, seating herself like a queen on her throne. Trent grips her hips with desire in his eyes.
“God, you’ve got a great ass.” He squeezes the cheeks on display right in front of him. “Let’s play with that toy again soon.”
I love how he’s already planning for future adventures. So am I, but I’m focused on the one unfolding right now. Sara looks stunning with her dark hair tousled and her bare breasts beckoning me. She moans as she teases him, tipping her breasts toward my mouth.
“That feels good,” she gasps as my tongue swirls her nipple.
“Looks even better.” I lean back to admire the aesthetic. “Is the term ‘reverse cowgirl’ in your notebook?”
Laughing, she grips the base of Trent’s cock. “Nope. But I already know this one. My friends bought me a book of sex positions. I always wanted to try this.”
She eases him into her slick little channel as Trent watches me over her shoulder. Something passes between us, a look laced with promise and shared longing. I recognize this as the moment. The precise second in time that Trent gives his body to me. We’re not even touching, not yet, but the electrical current zinging between us could power the whole fucking island.
“Good girl,” I tell Sara as she settles herself on his cock. “How does that feel?”
“Amazing.” She circles her hips, then giggles. “I like the angle. Really intense.”
It’s about to get more intense. I suppose I could have chosen an easier position for beginners, but this one feels right for the three of us. With Sara and Logan both facing me, I’ll be able to check in with each of them. I can watch her build to a climax, using my fingers to make sure she gets there.