Page 37 of The All-Inclusive

“Fuck me,” I plead. “Please, Trent. I need your cock inside me.”

“Come on his face first.” Logan presses me down on the table, his huge palms massaging my breasts. Fingertips tease at my nipples, stroking and rolling each little swell. “Be a good girl for Trent and he’ll give you what you need.”

“Oh, God.” It’s too fucking much and I go off like a rocket, screaming my way through explosions that wrack my whole body. He’s not even hitting that spot deep inside me, but I feel his heart pulse in my center.

If this isn’t sex, what will it be like when Trent fully enters my body?

He watches me shudder out one final spasm of pleasure, then he gets to his feet and unhooks his belt as my mouth starts to water. Looks like I’m about to find out what full penetration is like.

“Last chance, Sara.” He drags down his zipper, shoving his pants to his knees. His boxer briefs go with them and I gasp as his cock springs free.

“Um.” I wasn’t expecting it to be that big.

Naïve, I know, since I’ve touched it a few times over his pants.

But seeing his cock in the flesh does things to my body that I can’t quite describe. I’m squirmy and desperate, even as terror rolls through me.

“Sara?” Logan brushes the shell of my ear with his lips. “Say no if you want this to stop.”

Trent strokes himself slowly, eyes locked with mine in a heated connection. My mouth starts to water as his thumb brushes over the head.

“Go slowly,” I whisper, licking my lips. “I want it, but—slow.”

He nods and his eyes lift to Logan’s. I don’t crane my neck to look up behind me, but something passes between the two men. An exchange of some sort, an agreement to—what?

“Give it to her,” Logan commands. “Let her feel that thick cock.”

Trent’s golden eyes flare and I suck in a breath. Trent’s used to taking orders from commanding officers, but hearing another man boss him around in the bedroom seems likely to set him off.

But instead of reacting with anger, Trent looks turned on. He strokes himself slowly, staring at Logan over my shoulder.

“This isn’t how I imagined this moment.”

I can’t tell from his voice if that’s regret or surprise. He doesn’t look bothered. If anything, Trent seems relieved.

Logan’s voice rumbles behind me. “You get a say, too, you know.” His voice is measured and strangely kind. “Not how this goes, but whether to go through with it. Whether you want this like she does.”

His words send Trent’s eyes to mine and I watch, transfixed, as they fill up with love. Then another bright burst of desire flares behind that. I swallow my breath, locked in his gaze. In the rhythmic way he stands stroking himself.

“Sara,” he breathes, pumping himself in a fist. “There’s no turning back after this.”

Does he mean my virginity, or something else?

It doesn’t matter. Either way, I’m ready. “Do it,” I urge, spreading my thighs in invitation. “I want this, Trent. I wantyou.”

Logan’s fingers flutter over my nipples. It’s a reminder he’s here, a reminder how unhinged this is.

Trent seems to register that. “It’s not what we planned for.”

“Fuck the plan.” I’m achy and needy and desperate to feel him slide into me. “Fuckme, Trent. Now.”

With a groan of acquiescence, he reaches a hand for my breasts. No, not my breasts. For the condom Logan is handing him. The men’s hands connect over my body, and there’s a snap of electricity I can’t quite explain.

Drawing a breath, I tip my head back to watch them. They stare at each other, some unspoken agreement between them.

“Make it good for her,” Logan growls.

“Damn right I will.” Trent takes the condom, tearing it openand rolling it on as his eyes drop to mine. “Tell me if it’s too much, Sara.”

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