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I obey his command, which splays my thighs wide and opens my sex to his mouth. With a growl of approval, he nuzzles back into me, lapping my folds like an animal.

“Oh!” That feels… holy shit. “Trent,” I gasp, digging my heels into the bunched muscles of his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

Where Logan was gentle and sweet at the start, Trent consumes me like he’s starving.

Like he’s hungered for this his whole life.

Maybe he has, and I love how he’s claiming what’s his.

His tongue plunders into my core as Logan’s big hands ease my top down under my breasts.

I can’t see his face, but I know that he’s watching as he peels back the lace of my bra cups.

“That’s it,” Logan murmurs, kneading my breasts in his palms. “You like how he’s eating that sweet little pussy?”

“Oh, God.” The thrill of his touch and those sweet, filthy words push me right to the edge. I wasn’t prepared to climax so quickly, but the forbidden taboo of what’s happening keeps pushing me closer and closer.

“Jesus, Sara.” Trent meets my eyes, his tongue gently flicking that sensitive bundle of nerves. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Trent.” I’m gasping, writhing, arching off the table as he teases me closer and closer.

Logan’s stroking my nipples with his thumbs, nuzzling my neck as he watches Trent work. “She tastes amazing, doesn’t she?”

Trent doesn’t answer with words. Just drives his tongue into me, fucking me mindless with his mouth. I’m aching for fingers to penetrate me. To hit that sweet spot that I’ve only just learned sends me straight to the moon.

I whimper and bow up again, begging him with my body to give me what I need. What I’ve needed for years .

“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.

Na?ve, 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 want you .”

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. “Fuck me , 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 open and rolling it on as his eyes drop to mine. “Tell me if it’s too much, Sara.”

“Your dick or this experience?”

A bark of surprise rumbles out of him. “Any of it.”

“I want this.” More now than I did when I came up with this crazy idea. “Not just the sex, but both of you here.”

If jealousy’s going to flare, this is the moment it happens. Logan squeezes my breasts, pressing them up like an offering to Trent.

My beloved leans forward, tasting one nipple. Then the other, back and forth as he peels down the straps of my bra. He’s licking and sucking as I moan beneath him, already dizzy with so much desire. Logan pinches my nipple and Trent’s mouth soothes that dull ache.

When he comes up for air, his eyes fill with wonder. “You’re right,” he says softly. “If we’re blowing up the plan, we might as well go all in.”

“Okay.” Relief courses through me, along with a need so urgent it’s painful. “Then how about you go all in right now?”

He smiles and it shatters the tension. Eyes searing mine, he notches himself at my entrance. I gasp at the contact, at how soaking wet I’ve become. We teeter right there on the precipice, sealed in this moment together.

Trent takes a breath, his big shoulders rising and falling. Still watching my face, he pushes in slowly. I open my mouth to tell him how good it feels, but no sound comes out. There’s pressure and friction and an unbelievable feeling of fullness.

“Slow,” Logan urges, his gentle hands kneading my breasts. “It’s her first time.”

Trent gives a low growl. “You think I don’t know that?”

His gaze stays glued to my face as one hand glides over my belly to the top of my sex. Coating the pad of his thumb with my slickness, he gently traces that sensitive nub.

“ Oh .” I arch up and draw him in deeper, feeling my body unclench to welcome him. His touch sends shockwaves of bliss through my body, lighting me up like a firecracker.

Trent starts to thrust, still gently teasing my clit. His heated gaze holds me in place, his eyes filled with wonder as he watches me uncoil beneath him. He claims me, commands me, filling me up with his thick, throbbing length.

“Fuck.” I clutch at the table, clambering up on my elbows to watch. From here, I can see him slide in and out of me and it’s mesmerizing. He’s still moving slowly, easing back gently, only to fill me again.

Logan’s still kneading my breasts from behind. “You like that view, Sara?” His voice is a gravelly whisper. “Look at how he’s taking you. Watch how he’s moving inside you.”

My mouth starts to water and I can’t look away.

My low belly moves with each thrust as Trent’s thumb keeps rolling my clit.

I’m conscious of each ridge and ripple of his cock.

The fat bulb of the head and the smooth, veiny shaft that saws in and out of me.

The squeeze of my body, unspooling to welcome his in.

Is it always like this?

“Faster,” I urge, lifting my eyes to his face. I try to sit up, and Logan’s hands help tilt me forward. “Kiss me, Trent.” I’m suddenly desperate for that fusion. That connection with the man who’s part of this moment that’s been built up so long. “I need to kiss you when you make me come again.”

Trent’s eyes blaze as he shifts forward, bracing a hand on my hip. It brings us together, his chest against mine, with Logan’s hands sandwiched between us. Trent glances down like he’s just now remembered the other man touching me, joining us all in this intimate moment.

I expect him to balk or to say something snarky, but he has better plans for his mouth. His lips seize mine, laying claim to this moment. He’s soft but demanding as his hips keep on thrusting. He picks up the pace, just like I’ve asked, and I feel my legs wrapping around him .

Clutching his ass, I savor the flex of those muscles. The sweep of his tongue and the taste of desire as he seals us together.

Shifting behind me, Logan nuzzles my neck. His hands remain trapped between Trent and me, and the thought of that turns me on more.

“Fuck,” I grind out as the pad of one finger strums my nipple. “So good.”

Logan’s voice teases my ear. “Your heart’s racing so fast.”

Mine or Trent’s? He must be able to feel both, and something about that thrills me.

I hold on to Trent for dear life as he pounds me.

Our kiss is still going, a never-ending tangle of tongues and heat and hot, needy connection.

He’s not touching my clit anymore, and for a second I’m not sure I’ll come without that.

But the pressure’s still swelling inside me, drawing me closer to that edge. Each time he drives in, there’s a wet smack of suction teasing me, thrilling me, delivering friction right where I need it.

“Oh, Sara.” Logan’s breath ruffles my hair. “I can feel you tensing. You’re close, aren’t you?”

Trent releases my mouth and a low, rugged growl rumbles out of him. “Is that right, Sara?” He searches my eyes as he slams in again, making my toes curl. “Are you going to come on my cock?”

I feel my head bob, feel my body start tingling all over. Is this what it feels like to inch to the edge of a cliff with someone inside my own body?

“Yes.” I gasp as I anchor my nails in the firm muscles of his glutes. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” Trent presses his forehead to mine, pumping me faster as he searches my eyes. “You’re mine. You understand that? Mine .”

“ Yes!” I gasp as he drives in again, commanding my body to respond. The tingle gets tighter, spreading up through my arms and over my trunk where Logan’s fingertips stir my nipples.

“Trent.” Releasing my grip on his ass, I drag my hands up the bunched muscles of his back. He’s solid and hard as his body expands and contracts against mine.

This feels different from what I expected. More raw, more intense, and I can’t figure out if it’s the thrill of not waiting for some preacher to say it’s okay. Or maybe it’s the forbidden thrill of Logan being part of it.

Maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe I don’t care at all as the first wave of orgasm hits with the force of a hurricane.

“Oh, God!” I squeeze my eyes shut and cry out, clenching my thighs around Trent.

He rears back and drives in again, pounding me harder and faster. I scream out my pleasure, riding each wave with the sway of his thrusts, the heat of his skin, the warm, gentle tug of his mouth against mine.

I open my eyes just in time to watch Trent come apart in my arms.

“Fuck!” He slams into me hard, breaking our kiss without breaking eye contact. We’re coming together, fused in this moment, this magic, this spellbinding series of spasms that go on forever.

With my legs locked around him, Trent pulses and twitches inside me. He lets out a roar that I feel in my soul, slamming himself deep inside me.

We drift down together, dopey and drugged from the world’s biggest dopamine hit. He nuzzles my neck where my skin is still damp from Logan’s kisses.

“Oh my God.” I wait for the fierce waves of guilt. For some inner voice scolding me, reminding me just how badly I’ve botched this virginity thing.

But joy bubbles out of me, erupting in giggles. I laugh from the depths of my belly as my palms drag Trent’s still-heaving back. I’m breathless and gasping as he slides himself out of me, searching my face with confusion .

“Sara?” Searching my face, he slides his hands into my hair. “Are you okay? What’s funny?”

“Not funny,” I manage between wheezes of laughter. “Just—I’m so happy.” And okay, it’s a little bit funny. “I spent twenty-three years clinging to my chastity like the keys to a castle, and we just lit the whole damn kingdom on fire.” I’m not making sense now, am I? “Holy fuck, that was amazing.”

A slow smile spreads over his face. Trent kisses me softly, hands moving over my body. “I thought it would be weird,” he says between kisses. “Like—that was pretty much the opposite of what we agreed on.”

“I know.” Maybe that’s what made it so good. “It wasn’t just the sex part. It’s the thrill of thumbing our noses at how we’ve been told it should be.”

No white satin sheets or sharp sting of pain. No shame or fear or anything else besides pleasure. Licking my lips, I giggle again. “It felt good to be bad.”

Trent laughs and steps back, getting rid of the condom. “Yeah. It did.”

I’m blissfully dazed as he goes to the bathroom and gets me a damp, warm cloth. He helps me clean up, murmuring sweet words as he makes sure I find all my clothes. Makes sure I’m not sore or ashamed.

I’m none of those things. Just delightfully, overwhelmingly thrilled .

Why did I wait so long?

I’m dimly aware of Logan moving behind me, shifting away from the table. Turning to face him, I watch as he pulls on his shirt.

“I’ll leave you guys to it,” he says as his head pops through the neck hole. “Congratulations, Sara. You’re absolutely magnificent and I’m glad I got to be part of that.”

“I—” Snapping my mouth shut, I swallow the urge to argue. I know I should savor these moments alone with Trent, but this doesn’t feel right.

Stealing a quick glance at Trent, I’m surprised by the look on his face. By the way he stands sweaty and rumpled, his lethally toned muscles bunched and flexing. There’s a dazed sorta glow in those golden eyes. An expression I’ve never seen before.

It’s the first time I’ve seen Trent look truly unsure.

“Stay,” he says softly to Logan, shifting his gaze back to mine. “If that’s what Sara wants, I mean.”

My heart rate picks up and a quick pulse of longing squeezes my center. What do I want?

What do I need now that I’ve started down this path? Do I keep going?

Do we ?

“Please.” I hear myself say it before I’ve thought through a plan. “Logan, please stay.”