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Then his gaze drags to mine. He’s fisting his cock less than a foot from my face. He knows where this is going. We both do. “You’re sure?” he asks softly .

My heart’s beating wildly as Sara keeps riding me, moaning with pleasure. I’m not sure at all, but I nod. “Let’s see how long you last with both of us sucking you.”

Sara sighs softly, licking her lips as she rises and falls on my cock. “Please.” She whimpers as Logan’s free hand caresses her breasts. “Let us taste you, Logan.”

Tilting my pelvis, I make sure she gets what she needs; that the contact she’s feeling is enough to get her where she needs to be. She rises above me, then sinks down again, hips rolling faster now.

“Oh!” Squeezing against me, she’s using my six-pack for friction. “Please,” she begs again. “I need you both.”

And I need to show Logan he’s not the only one here who’s up for anything in the bedroom. He might do this professionally, but I catch the look in his eye. The unhinged expression as he watches Sara move on my cock. As his gaze drags my mouth, he swallows.

Sara goes first, fisting the base of his cock. Turning her head to the side, she gives a tentative lick.

“Fuck.” Logan’s breath hisses out as he threads his thick fingers through her hair. “Such a sweet little mouth.”

Emboldened, she takes him in deeper. She’s still riding me, but her mouth opens wide as Logan slides in. His eyes lock with mine as he grits his teeth. “You’re not playing very fair.”

“Who said anything about fair?”

“Fuck.” He draws in a breath as Sara sucks harder. He watches her work for a moment, then lets his gaze travel down. Her breasts bounce as she rises and falls, plunging my cock deep inside her. As Logan stares, she drops a hand down and squeezes me right where I’m sinking inside her.

“Mmm.” She slurps on his shaft, still squeezing mine at the base.

“Jesus.” Logan looks almost pained. “That’s a beautiful sight.”

Time to kick it up a notch .

“Sweetheart,” I say, and Sara unseals her lips from his shaft. She’s gripping the base as she turns and looks into my eyes.

“Mmhm?” Kissing me softly, she smiles. “You want a turn?”

“I do.” The echo of wedding vows almost distracts me from my plan, but Logan’s slick cock in my peripheral vision pulls me right back into the moment.

I’ve done this before, but it’s been a long time and I’m not quite as confident as I sound. But as much as I want to be cocky and sure, I want Logan more.

Cupping his balls in one hand, I look up at his face. He’s half-dazed already, watching Sara’s tight body contain me. Her breath’s coming faster, whispering out in quick little pants as Logan’s dick hovers between us.

“Do it,” she breathes, eyes locked with mine. “I want to see you suck him.”

Slowly, I open my mouth. Logan moans deep in his chest as I draw him inside. Sealing my lips tight around him, I guide his shaft down the length of my tongue. Squeezing his balls, I suck him as hard as I’m able. When he lets out a curse that sounds like he’s struggling, I ease back.

“Fuck,” he grits out, now at our mercy. “That feels fucking insane.”

With a laugh, Sara kisses my throat, but she doesn’t stop fucking me.

We take turns sucking Logan, our tongues tangling together as we tease and play and kiss—each other, Logan, it’s all just a blur of slippery bliss.

She curls her sweet tongue around that fat, swollen head, eyes locked with mine as she does it.

I’m gripping the base, dragging my teeth down that thick, rugged shaft.

“Oh.” Sara clenches around me, still licking Logan. “You’re gonna make me—I can’t?—”

“Do it, baby.” I fist Logan’s shaft, stroking him roughly. “Let go and we’ll make you come again. ”

“Christ,” Logan grits out as Sara’s tongue trails down his shaft. “I can’t fucking watch this.”

“Eyes open, Jarhead.” Damn right he’ll see her explode. “What’s the matter, can’t take it?” Sealing my lips around him, I take over sucking him deep.

A raw groan rolls out of him and Logan slaps one huge palm on the wall. He’s bracing himself as he lets out a roar and drags his big dick from my mouth.

“Come on me,” Sara pleads as her body tips over the edge. She’s clenching around me, slamming down hard as she comes. “Now, Logan.”

He groans as his cock starts to spurt and Sara tips her head back. The first spatter lands on her tits, painting those sweet, bouncing swells. The next droplets land on her tongue, then on mine. Holy shit.

I’m kissing her, sucking him , feeling fucking Nirvana as she comes on my cock. Gritting my teeth, I fight to hold on as we both keep lapping at Logan. With one final cry, Sara falls forward on my chest.

“Holy shit.” Logan drops to his knees beside us. We’re face to face now, and he kisses me hard without asking. He’s fire and fury and I want him so badly, even as I’m buried in Sara.

When Logan draws back, he looks deep in my eyes. “Did you seriously hold out through all that?”

“Yep.” Just by the skin of my teeth. “Now who can’t handle the heat?”

“Motherfucker.” Cupping Sara’s cheek, he kisses her sweetly. Smiling into her eyes, he pushes the hair back from her face. “Should we make him pay?”

“For making us come?” With a shaky laugh, she nods. “What should we do?”

“Stay right where you are.”

She’s still on my cock, so I have no objections.

I’m curious what he’s planning. Logan moves down the bed, positioning himself so he’s right at the edge of where her body engulfs me.

Hands on her hips, he eases her back so she’s braced on her yoga-toned arms. We’re forming a V now, Sara and me, which leaves plenty of space for Logan to work.

“Good girl.” He sucks on her clit as she shivers. “You like that?”

“Oh my God.” Her eyes flutter wide, locking with mine. “He’s licking my?—”

“I know.” Fuck that feels good, Logan’s hot breath hits my shaft each time she slides up.

Sara still looks like she can’t quite believe it. “And you’re still inside m?—”

“Jesus Christ.” That feels insane. Each time she slides up, Logan’s tongue teases my shaft. Her tight little channel, the flick of his tongue—I won’t last long like this.

His broad back flexes as he sprawls on the bed right beside us.

He’s cupping her ass, controlling her movements as his chin digs into my hip.

It should hurt, but it doesn’t. The only sensation making its way into my brain is pleasure.

The tight vise of her body, the warm slide of his tongue.

The fierce, needy tug of his mouth when Sara slides up and he licks me again.

He's a fucking wizard with that mouth, the perfect combination of suction and friction and heat. When he plunges me right back inside her, a strangled roar rips from my chest.

It’s too fucking much.

When Sara cries out, I’m right there with her.

“Trent!” she screams as she tightens around me. “Come inside me.”

I’m already there as Logan’s tongue flutters and pulses. He’s everywhere at once, one hand on my balls, his tongue moving fiercely between us. The pressure bursts and I feel myself coming in great, heaving spurts. She rides me while making these soft little yips, Logan’s mouth moving between us.

I see her in bright bursts of color. Her perfect breasts swaying, her hair falling over her eyes. I see Logan as well, those bronze, rugged shoulders, flexing and shifting as he sucks on my shaft.

“Oh, fuck!” I groan as Sara’s slick channel keeps squeezing me. She’s milking me dry as Logan’s mouth works where our bodies connect.

I’m still seeing stars when Sara collapses on top of us. There’s some shifting and rolling as we find our positions in this post-coital puddle. Sara’s between us, limp as a ragdoll as four hands keep stroking and petting her.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Logan soothes.

“We’ve got you.” I smile at him over her body. What just happened between us, there’s no way to describe it.

Logan smiles, too, still petting Sara. “Deep breaths, baby.”

“I love you,” I murmur, eyes dropping to Sara’s prone form. In my peripheral vision, I see Logan’s eyes widen. “That was intense.”

“Holy shit.” She laughs as she rolls to one side, pushing her hair from her face. Searching my eyes, she smiles. “I love you, too.”

Kissing her softly, I feel my heart pounding. It’s not from exertion or from what we just did. It’s something else entirely.

Turning her head to the side, she gives Logan a sweet, shaky smile. “I’m sure you get this all the time, but is it okay to say I love you, too?”

The look in his eyes steals the breath from my lungs. It’s equal parts wonder and terror. Cupping her cheek, he kisses her tenderly. I watch as their mouths fuse as his hand tumbles over her body. He’s caressing her, adoring her, claiming her.

I expect to feel jealous, possessive. This is wrong, so fucking wrong. It goes against everything I thought I believed.

But watching them kiss only fills me with warmth that I can’t quite explain.

Pulling apart, they smile at each other. Then Logan looks at me. “You good, Frogman? ”

“Yeah.” I’m not sure that’s true, but I’m not sure it isn’t. “You?”

“I’m fucking amazing.” With his naughty Boy Scout smile, he leans in and kisses me. “That was unreal.”

“Yeah.” I sound like a broken record, but that’s all I can manage right now. Thoughts fill my head, a jumble of color and light and sensation. I need time to sort them all out.

Tucking herself in the crook of my arm, Sara snuggles against me.

On the other side of her, Logan throws one long arm over her body.

His hand comes to rest on my chest, and I stare at it.

Nobody speaks as I stroke Sara’s hair and Logan’s hand rises and falls with my breath.

The two of them might be asleep now. I’m not sure.

But I’m wide awake.

Lying here, breathing, thinking things through, I wait for the panic to hit me. For awareness to sink through my skull that I’ve just had sex with another man. With the woman I love and a guy I just met.

Holy shit. That just happened.