Page 44 of Wicked Devotion
“Got my boots all dirty, sunshine,” he scolds Max. “Go on, clean up the mess you made.”
Max drops down to his knees, licking up his cum that drips from the shiny black leather. It’s so filthy, and the realization that I’d do it too if Logan told me to goes straight to my pussy.
“You forgot something,” Logan says once he’s satisfied with Max’s cleanup, nodding his head at me.
It’s just now I notice the wet sensation on my cheek, but before I can even lift my hand, Max grabs my face. He looks right at Logan while lapping up his cum from my cheek, grinning against my skin when Logan lets his head fall back with a low groan.
“Did I tell you to stop, sweetheart?” Logan says, slapping my cheek with his cock, but my body stopped taking commands from my brain.
“Sunshine, help your puppy.”
Max doesn’t need to be told twice, his tongue trailing up Logan’s cock next to mine while Logan’s fingers tangle in our hair.
“Good things do happen to bad people,” he says with a strained laugh once my tongue meets Max’s. “How else would I have two pretty pets at my feet, like they were fucking made to worship me.”
His cock twitches, and Max wraps his hand around him, jerking him off into my open mouth. He andLogan share a look, and suddenly, Max’s free hand is on the small of my back, urging me to grind down harder. A weird sensation builds deep in my stomach, just like when Max fingered me, with the slight difference that it’sso much worseright now.
“Be a decent slut and open wide for me, sunshine,” Logan says through gritted teeth, swatting Max’s hand away to wrap his own around his cock. Ropes of cum land on the soft pink flesh of Max’s outstretched tongue, and Logan groans while he milks out every last drop before tucking his cock away.
“Well-behaved pets share with each other. I shouldn’t have to tell you.”
Max’s mouth is on mine so quick, I don’t have a chance to protest. The heat in my stomach becomes impossible to ignore, and when Max slides his tongue into my mouth, guiding the motion of my hips, it’s like a wave of white-hot pleasure crashes down upon me.
Demanding kisses drown out the sound of my moans, and somewhere far away, Logan curses under his breath when Max grins against my lips.
The time until I regain control of, well,everything, feels impossibly long. And even when my brain is working at a ten percent capacity again, the only things grounding me to reality are Max’s soft touch and the salty taste of Logan’s cum on my tongue.
Physically, I notice how Max pulls me up with him until I stand on wobbly legs. Mentally, I’m still on another plane of existence.
He leads me to the back of Logan’s office, where he sits down on the floor, forming a barrier between me and the cold wall behind us as he pulls me in his lap. Logan joins us, a burning cigarette already between his fingers as he opens one of the windows.
“I know you came,” he whispers in my ear when he sitsdown next to us. “What a perfect pet, didn’t even need my touch to break for me.”
“Hm?” Max turns his head, but Logan dismisses him with a flick of his wrist.
“Nothing, sunshine.”
A gust of wind blows more fresh air into the room, and it hits me like a bucket full of ice water. Everything smells of sex, making me painfully aware of the fact I just came for the first time in my life. Not because of my husband but because of two men who are barely more than strangers, and I don’t know for how much longer I can keep on telling myself the lie that the safety they provide is my only reason for staying with them.
Oh God, is this what people call a post-nut crisis?
“What’s wrong?” Max asks, peppering kisses all over my cheek while his head rests on my shoulder.
“Just a little exhausted.”
“Please work on your poker face,” Logan says, turning away from Max and me to blow out smoke. “Or better, just stop lying. It’s pathetic.”
“I want to talk to Brady,” I mumble.
At some point in the last few days, spite made way for guilt, especially when I’m alone. It’s not that I feel bad about what I am doing, but I don’t like the uncertainty. Not being able to make a clear cut with Brady isn’t improving my mental well-being, and maybe I also want to yell at him for what he did to me.
“No,” Max and Logan say in unison. There’s a frown on Logan’s face, as if voicing my demand was enough to insult him.
“You can’t talk to him, baby,” Max says softly. “Keeping you here is risky enough as it is. We don’t need to push it by letting you talk to a captive.”
“And I don’twantyou to talk to him, which should beenough for you to accept the damn no. He still hasn’t asked about you. It’s like you don’t exist to him, Lillian, so why do you even give a shit? And if you, for whatever stupid reason, have to step in front of this asshole again, it’s going to be with me and Max by your side. Got it?”
Logan stands up and flicks the butt of his cigarette out of the window. He holds his hand out to me while the information he just shared with me still sinks in.
