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“Sucking your cockisenjoyable.” Holy shit, I just talked dirty! “Fuck my mouthnow.”

He blinks in astonished delight. Then he’s guiding his cock to my lips, traveling a slow, languid path down my tongue. It’s a gradual glide as he gives me a chance to adjust to his cock in my mouth. My gag reflex still isn’t great, but I manage to take most of him in. Sealing my lips, I suck as he starts to draw back.

It takes forever, this slow advance and retreat. Not that I mind in the least. I’ve always been one to savor my lollipops, sucking for hours without giving in to the temptation to crunch down. Which I swear I won’t do to Trent’s dick.

At some point, it dawns on me Trent must be pretty well hung. Both men must be. I don’t have much basis for comparison, but I kinda doubt Logan would have this job if his cock wasn’t way above average.

So yay me for taking them both. I increase the pressure, sucking Trent deeper as Logan saws in and out of me. We’re setting a rhythm, a pace that the three of us don’t discuss, butsomehow we’re working in tandem. There’s thrusting, retreating, and plenty of moaning.

Trent releases my breasts, letting one hand skim down my belly. For a second I think he’s reaching for Logan, and I hold my breath watching it play out. Then he touches my clit and my brain short circuits, then spikes to a new realm of pleasure.

“Oh, God.” That’s what I try to say, anyway. I’m still sucking Trent, so it’s more of a garbled moan.

Logan picks up the pace, hazel eyes locked on the spot where he sinks into me. Where Trent’s fingers tickle and tease, coaxing me close to the edge. Stars spark at the edge of my vision and I wish I could hold out longer. But Trent’s wicked touch, Logan’s deep thrusts—they’re too much to handle.

I cry out around Trent, arching up off the bed as my whole body seizes. He’s fucking my mouth now, giving in to the urge to pump me like Logan’s now doing. My eyes flutter shut, but just as I close them, I see it.

A sight I don’t fully absorb.

Trent leans forward, advancing on Logan with fire in his eyes. It’s the last thing I see as my lashes squeeze shut, but my mind paints the picture from there.

On the backs of my eyelids, I see two bodies crashing together. Logan and Trent, a kiss that’s surely a figment of my imagination. I’m coming so hard that maybe I’m seeing things. Orgasm-induced hallucination?

As bright spasms rock me, I open my eyes and see it for real.

Two men inside me, both of them thrusting, retreating.

Their mouths fused together, their hands intertwined in a tight, hungry knot over my body.

They’re kissing. Logan and Trent arekissing.

“Oh my God.”

CHAPTER 12

LOGAN

Oh my God.

Sara’s words ring through my brain as Trent jerks back from the kiss. He stares into my eyes, heaving and sweaty, looking a little bit crazed.

“Trent.” I’m trying to reach him, to tell him this isn’t as bad as he thinks. I’m buried in Sara, my cock still twitching from that insane orgasm.

She’s speechless, sprawled beneath me, mute with shock and lingering spasms of her own climax. I’m not even sure if Trent came, but the look in his eyes says he did.

Sweet little Sara swallows?

What a stupid thought to have right now.

“Trent.” I say it again, willing him to snap out of it, to stay with us in this room. “Hey, man. We’re all good if you want to just?—”

“Fuck!” He jumps off the bed like it’s burning, grabbing his shorts from the floor and dragging them on like he’s dressing for battle, then he snatches his shirt off the dresser. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Sara sits up, and since I’m half-hard inside her, the condom comes off as she twists to the side.

“Shit.” I scramble to grab it, to keep it from leaking. To stop Trent from running, to reassure Sara it’ll all be okay.

But Trent’s way too fast, already pulling his T-shirt over his head. He stuffs his feet into sandals—mysandals, the asshole—then curses and grabs his own shoes.

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