Page 38 of The All-Inclusive

“Your dick or this experience?”

A bark of surprise rumbles out of him. “Any of it.”

“I want this.” More now than I did when I came up with this crazy idea. “Not just the sex, but both of you here.”

If jealousy’s going to flare, this is the moment it happens. Logan squeezes my breasts, pressing them up like an offering to Trent.

My beloved leans forward, tasting one nipple. Then the other, back and forth as he peels down the straps of my bra. He’s licking and sucking as I moan beneath him, already dizzy with so much desire. Logan pinches my nipple and Trent’s mouth soothes that dull ache.

When he comes up for air, his eyes fill with wonder. “You’re right,” he says softly. “If we’re blowing up the plan, we might as well go all in.”

“Okay.” Relief courses through me, along with a need so urgent it’s painful. “Then how about you go all in right now?”

He smiles and it shatters the tension. Eyes searing mine, he notches himself at my entrance. I gasp at the contact, at how soaking wet I’ve become. We teeter right there on the precipice, sealed in this moment together.

Trent takes a breath, his big shoulders rising and falling. Still watching my face, he pushes in slowly. I open my mouth to tell him how good it feels, but no sound comes out. There’s pressure and friction and an unbelievable feeling of fullness.

“Slow,” Logan urges, his gentle hands kneading my breasts. “It’s her first time.”

Trent gives a low growl. “You think I don’t know that?”

His gaze stays glued to my face as one hand glides over my belly to the top of my sex. Coating the pad of his thumb with my slickness, he gently traces that sensitive nub.

“Oh.” I arch up and draw him in deeper, feeling my bodyunclench to welcome him. His touch sends shockwaves of bliss through my body, lighting me up like a firecracker.

Trent starts to thrust, still gently teasing my clit. His heated gaze holds me in place, his eyes filled with wonder as he watches me uncoil beneath him. He claims me, commands me, filling me up with his thick, throbbing length.

“Fuck.” I clutch at the table, clambering up on my elbows to watch. From here, I can see him slide in and out of me and it’s mesmerizing. He’s still moving slowly, easing back gently, only to fill me again.

Logan’s still kneading my breasts from behind. “You like that view, Sara?” His voice is a gravelly whisper. “Look at how he’s taking you. Watch how he’s moving inside you.”

My mouth starts to water and I can’t look away. My low belly moves with each thrust as Trent’s thumb keeps rolling my clit. I’m conscious of each ridge and ripple of his cock. The fat bulb of the head and the smooth, veiny shaft that saws in and out of me. The squeeze of my body, unspooling to welcome his in.

Is it always like this?

“Faster,” I urge, lifting my eyes to his face. I try to sit up, and Logan’s hands help tilt me forward. “Kiss me, Trent.” I’m suddenly desperate for that fusion. That connection with the man who’s part of this moment that’s been built up so long. “I need to kiss you when you make me come again.”

Trent’s eyes blaze as he shifts forward, bracing a hand on my hip. It brings us together, his chest against mine, with Logan’s hands sandwiched between us. Trent glances down like he’s just now remembered the other man touching me, joining us all in this intimate moment.

I expect him to balk or to say something snarky, but he has better plans for his mouth. His lips seize mine, laying claim to this moment. He’s soft but demanding as his hips keep on thrusting. He picks up the pace, just like I’ve asked, and I feel my legs wrapping around him.

Clutching his ass, I savor the flex of those muscles. The sweep of his tongue and the taste of desire as he seals us together.

Shifting behind me, Logan nuzzles my neck. His hands remain trapped between Trent and me, and the thought of that turns me on more.

“Fuck,” I grind out as the pad of one finger strums my nipple. “So good.”

Logan’s voice teases my ear. “Your heart’s racing so fast.”

Mine or Trent’s? He must be able to feel both, and something about that thrills me. I hold on to Trent for dear life as he pounds me. Our kiss is still going, a never-ending tangle of tongues and heat and hot, needy connection. He’s not touching my clit anymore, and for a second I’m not sure I’ll come without that.

But the pressure’s still swelling inside me, drawing me closer to that edge. Each time he drives in, there’s a wet smack of suction teasing me, thrilling me, delivering friction right where I need it.

“Oh, Sara.” Logan’s breath ruffles my hair. “I can feel you tensing. You’re close, aren’t you?”

Trent releases my mouth and a low, rugged growl rumbles out of him. “Is that right, Sara?” He searches my eyes as he slams in again, making my toes curl. “Are you going to come on my cock?”

I feel my head bob, feel my body start tingling all over. Is this what it feels like to inch to the edge of a cliff with someone inside my own body?

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