Page 64 of Revenge of a Queen

He places his hands on my knees and runs them up my thighs with a firm touch. When he reaches my waistband, I think he’s going to dip inside, but he doesn’t. His fingers bypass it and skim across my abs. I flex under his touch, and he smiles as he looks up at me. His dark lashes fanning against his face, he increases the pressure as he rubs up my chest and leans closer to me.

“The quiet ones are always so fucking hot,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss my neck. His lips are soft but firm at the same time. His tongue traces a path up to my earlobe and I groan as my erection begins to strain against my sweats.

“Quiet and reserved at all times,” he whispers into my ear, “just like Asher. I bet I could make you both scream.” He grips my hard dick over the material at the same time he says Donovan's name and I can’t help but groan again.

“Yeah, don’t think I haven’t noticed how hot you are for our resident little psycho.” He slips his hand into my sweats and grips my length giving me a slow tug. Fuck, it’s been too long since I have had another’s hands on me. He strokes me slowly up and down as he kisses his way across my jaw.

His tongue flicks across my lips as his breath coats my mouth. He continues to tease me with his hand and taunt me with his words, “Have you imagined him like this? On his knees for you, ready to take you. Or would it be you, taking him?” I moan an anguished sound and he smiles, “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” The word baby rolls off his tongue far too easily and sounds too good in his gravelly tone. It sounds familiar, like maybe I could get used to hearing it every day.

I take in his dark lustful stare and smile at him. It’s a smile that promises dark and wicked things. He closes the distance between us, and we come together all teeth and tongue as we devour each other's mouths. Fuck, he can kiss. I can’t fucking wait to feel his mouth on my cock. He must read my mind because he pulls away and starts licking, biting, and sucking his way down my body. He doesn’t seem phased by the sweat lingering there, as he groans lapping it up. When he reaches my abs, he pulls back and grips my sweats on either side, motioning for me to move. I stand so he can drag the sweats down my legs and free my now rock-hard cock.

He stares at it like it's the best thing he’s ever fucking seen and when he flicks his tongue across my slit, I hiss. He wastes no time in gripping my base and swirling his tongue around the head of my dick before sucking the tip into his warm, velvety mouth. I can't help the shudder that escapes me as he sucks me like a fucking champ.

He pulls back and licks the length of my shaft, coating me in his salvia before he sucks one of my balls into his mouth. He's teasing me, tasting everything, I've got to give and using it to try and own me. Doesn't he know I can't be owned?

I tangle my fingers into his hair and grip until his eyes lock with mine.

"Do I have to fuck your mouth or are you going to be a good boy, and give me what I need?" I practically growl the words at him, but he needs to know how close to the edge I am before I fucking snap.

He takes in the no doubt dark look in my eye and instead of being deterred, he looks determined. His signature cocky smile makes his handsome face just that much more fucking beautiful.

"I'm gonna rock your fucking world, Blackwell," he declares, taking me into his mouth so deep I can feel the back of his throat. Fucking hell. I’m throbbing with need and the cocky fucker knows it as he smiles around my cock.

He works me down his throat like a fucking pro, not a gag in sight. Bobbing his head up and down my length, sucking without restraint. His mouth feels sinful and his enthusiasm for my cock just makes it all the better. He takes my dick like he’s never tasted anything better. No wonder his ego is so big, he's got a mouth like a fucking vacuum.

He alternates between taking me deep in his mouth and swirling his tongue around my head as one of his hands twists around the base of my shaft. It feels amazing. I get lost in the bliss he’s pulling from my body.

"Fuck, Logan." I can't contain my groans or my words of encouragement, “Yes, just like that.”

My cock hits the back of his throat again and I groan, throwing my head back, closing my eyes and trying not to come too soon but his mouth feels too good. When he pulls back, I feel his teeth graze against me and I almost fucking burst.

“Are you a giver or taker, Lincoln?” He swirls his tongue around the head of my dick again, lapping up the pre cum there. “Or both?” he continues, licking me furiously like I’m his favorite treat. “I bet you’d feel so fucking good in my ass,” he teases, as his hand curls around my base again giving me hard, quick strokes.

He swallows me down again and I can’t help but start to meet his mouth in slow smooth thrusts as I growl back at him, “I’d be the one fucking you Logan, hard and deep until you screamed my name,” he hums in appreciation at my words and it feels amazing. I need to see him, watch him take my cock into his perfect fucking mouth.

When I open my eyes again to look down at him, something else catches my eye. Someone has managed to sneak up on me for the first time in years. Why am I not surprised that it's my little dark prince? Donovan stands in the doorway of the gym, one hand fisted around the doorframe, the other clutching a rolled-up stack of files. He’s frozen on the spot as he takes in Logan on his knees for me, his head bobbing back and forth frantically as he uses his mouth to disarm me.

I can't help the full body shudder that escapes when I lock eyes with him. My whole-body tenses with the need to come. Logan must feel me tense, his eyes flick up to mine as I look down at him and then back over to Asher. I feel the moment that Logan spies him in the mirror, he hums around my cock and I moan as the vibrations travel down to the base of my dick. He takes me to the back of his throat and then draws back to the tip, before letting me fall from his mouth and turning to tilt his head at Donovan.

“Care to join us, Ash? I don’t mind sharing, in fact I am pretty sure I would fucking love it,” he purrs at him but Asher doesn’t so much as fucking flinch, his eyes still locked in on the two of us.

Logan shrugs, “Suit yourself, I’ll keep him for myself then,” he turns back to me and takes me in his hand and strokes me again while my gaze remains on Donovan. I can’t seem to bring myself to break our stare. Why isn’t he moving? Does he like what he sees? Does he want in? I fucking wish.

I try not to conjure up images in my head of the three of us writhing naked, but it’s impossible and with another hard stroke of my cock from Logan, I moan.

“Oh, my baby likes being watched,” he groans as he strokes me, flicking his gaze between me and Asher in the mirror. You have no fucking idea.

He leans forward and takes me back in his mouth, my eyes never stray from Asher. Fuck. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and it isn’t even the first time I’ve been watched. So, why does this feel more erotic than ever?

The fantasies my head creates can't stop me now. I grip Logan’s hair with both hands and fuck his mouth with hard punishing thrusts and he doesn't falter for a second. Just keeps licking and sucking me as I use his mouth to pound in and out of.

He takes my thick length easily, like his mouth was made for me. When he hums around me at the same time I lock eyes with Donovan again, I'm a goner. I come with a choked groan, shooting several long spurts down the back of his throat, which he swallows greedily.

He pulls back slowly, his eyes still locked on mine. When a drop of my come slips out of his mouth and onto his lips, he smirks. He stands, licking my essence back onto his tongue and then slams his mouth onto mine, forcing my own release onto my tongue. He kisses me like he wants to fuck my mouth and knowing that Asher is watching just makes it even hotter. He pulls back and offers me a wink before dropping back to his knees, pulling my pants up and tucking my cock away.

"If you're quite finished, we need to talk, help," Asher’s cold voice cuts into the room. He flicks his gaze to Logan on his knees, "alone," he emphasizes in a tone I’m not familiar with from him.

"Sure you don't want a turn, my little psycho?" Logan teases, licking his lips like he can still taste my come on them, "I can easily go again."

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