Page 23 of Wicked Devotion
“Turn for us. Slowly.”
Maybe getting shot wouldn’t have been that bad? A shame that the realization comes in a few hours too late.
“What a pretty little thing,” Logan growls over the sound of skin against fabric. Max whimpers, and I thought my heart couldn’t beat any faster.
“You wanna touch her, sunshine?”
“Yes, please,” comes from Max, his voice laced with desperation, mixing with Logan’s dark laughter. It’s mean, in the hottest possible way, and I don’t like to admit it’s one of the most attractive sounds to ever grace my ears.
“Bring her over here, then.”
Max rushes to me, taking my hand to lead me to where Logan sits. Rough hands wrap around my middle, causing me to yelp as I’m being pulled down. To make matters worse, my brain decides now is the right time to ask the question that’s been on my mind since the men entered this room.
“Are you going to sleep with me?”
Logan snorts, tightening his hold on my thighs before he spreads my legs.
“Adorable way to word it, but no. Not today.” He slides one hand up my thigh, higher and higher, until he’s cupping my pussy. “Look at you, sweetheart. Didn’t even try to close your legs,” he praises, and his lips brush over my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
I shift on his lap, more wetness coating his fingers as he moves his hand.
“So desperate to have your pussy played with?” His other hand slips from my leg, moving to grab my face as he forces me to nod.
“Congratulations, sunshine, your shiny new toy is so obedient you both get a reward,” Logan says, and I feel Max coming closer, stepping in front of me. “What are you waiting for? Down on your knees, unless you don’t want a taste…”
“No,” I protest, trying to close my legs, but Logan’s hands are back on them instantly. “I don’t want—it’s gross.”
I still remember the exact disgusted look Brady gave me the night I found the courage to ask him to go down on me. Humiliating enough to etch itself into my memory and for me to never bring it up again.
Logan’s fingers dig into my skin so hard it hurts, and just as I want to apologize for angering him again, he speaks up.
“One more complaint, and I’ll have Max bring a ball gag for you. And Ineverwant to hear you use the word gross in this context ever again.”
“Wait,” Max groans softly, smiling against my inner thigh. “I’m the first man who gets to taste your sweet pussy?”
I open my mouth to answer his, probably rhetorical, question, but the first lick comes so suddenly it turns my brain off. Now I’m thankful Logan’s hands keep me from closing my legs because as Max starts tracing tiny circles over my clit, I’m no longer sure I have control over my limbs.
My entire body tenses as he sucks my clit into his mouth, pressure building in my stomach so rapidly I exhale in relief when he lets go of it. He uses his thumbs to spread me open, making me feel exposed—but I don’t have time to focus on this new feeling, letting my head fall back against Logan’s shoulder as Max’s licks get more intense.
He switches between sucking on my clit and fucking me with his tongue until my legs tremble in Logan’s grip.
“Take what you need from him,” Logan says huskily, guiding my hand until our fingers tangle in Max’s hair. “He likes being used.”
Hesitantly, I press his head closer to me.
“Harder. Don’t worry about breaking him. It takes a lot more than that.” Logan puts his hand back on mine, and soon, Max’s face is buried between my legs in a way that makes every muffled moan vibrate throughmy body.
The tingling feeling inside of me intensifies as I grind my hips over Max’s tongue, like a coil ready to snap if I couldletit happen. Max’s movements become a little uncoordinated, and I fear I’ve accidentally suffocated him.
Logan leans forward, letting out a dry, dismissive laugh. “You drive him crazy, sweetheart. Came in his pants just from licking your pussy.”
His hand disappears from my thigh, and Max seems to move, too, because I can no longer feel him.
“Go on, sunshine. Kiss her. I can see how much you want to.”
Max’s lips are on mine in an instant as he kisses me with the same passion he had eaten me out with. As if he couldn’t think of anything more enjoyable than having his mouth and tongue anywhere on my body.
I lick over his bottom lip, and he deepens the kiss, pressing me back against Logan, who shifts his hips. To keep my balance, I hold on to his arm. Immediately, he tenses up and inhales sharply.
