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LOGAN

T his is hardly my first time taking a man like I’m poised to. It’s not even my inaugural experience with a first timer.

But everything’s different with Trent. I know how much trust this requires of him. How this act we’ve discussed isn’t something he ever imagined himself doing. Certainly not in such a vulnerable position as he wedges a bolster under his hips like I’ve asked.

Sara looks nervous, but eager. “Can I get on top of him now?”

“Yes, but face me.” I watch as she slings her leg over him, seating herself like a queen on her throne. Trent grips her hips with desire in his eyes.

“God, you’ve got a great ass.” He squeezes the cheeks on display right in front of him. “Let’s play with that toy again soon.”

I love how he’s already planning for future adventures. So am I, but I’m focused on the one unfolding right now. Sara looks stunning with her dark hair tousled and her bare breasts beckoning me. She moans as she teases him, tipping her breasts toward my mouth.

“That feels good,” she gasps as my tongue swirls her nipple .

“Looks even better.” I lean back to admire the aesthetic. “Is the term ‘reverse cowgirl’ in your notebook?”

Laughing, she grips the base of Trent’s cock. “Nope. But I already know this one. My friends bought me a book of sex positions. I always wanted to try this.”

She eases him into her slick little channel as Trent watches me over her shoulder.

Something passes between us, a look laced with promise and shared longing.

I recognize this as the moment. The precise second in time that Trent gives his body to me.

We’re not even touching, not yet, but the electrical current zinging between us could power the whole fucking island.

“Good girl,” I tell Sara as she settles herself on his cock. “How does that feel?”

“Amazing.” She circles her hips, then giggles. “I like the angle. Really intense.”

It’s about to get more intense. I suppose I could have chosen an easier position for beginners, but this one feels right for the three of us.

With Sara and Logan both facing me, I’ll be able to check in with each of them.

I can watch her build to a climax, using my fingers to make sure she gets there.

And I’ll also be able to see Trent’s face. To look in his eyes as I slowly sink into his body.

Grabbing the lube off the nightstand, I use it to stroke my own cock. Sara’s cheeks flush as she watches my hand, following each pump of my fist.

“I love seeing you do that.” A shock of dark hair falls over her eye as her gaze dips down farther to watch what my free hand is doing to Trent.

One lube-slick finger dips into him, making him moan with desire. I do it again, testing his tolerance. Making sure we’re on the same page.

“God, that’s good.” His voice is a growl as he grips Sara’s hips, but he’s looking at me as he says it. “Keep going.”

Sara’s eyes flash with a need of her own as she moves over him. “Oh, fuck . ” Tipping her pelvis, she takes him in deeper. “That’s so sexy.”

“So are you.” I wish I could squeeze her, but my hands are all used up right now. Still stroking myself with one hand, I take my time letting Trent get used to me. He’s so goddamn tight and I love how he gasps as I breach that snug entrance.

“Fuck.” He holds on to Sara, watching me tease his backdoor. With his hips on the bolster, he still has some measure of control. He guides her to fuck him harder, thrusting into her body as I sink into his.

Meeting his eyes over Sara’s smooth shoulder, I check in again. His gold eyes look calm and assured, which is just what I’m hoping to see. “You good?”

“So fucking good.” He’s clenching his jaw, but my careful touch coaxes him to relax. “God, it’s insane.”

“Good insane?”

“Yeah.” He moans as I thrust in and out of him. “ Really fucking good.”

I was hoping he’d love it. I know I love touching him here, where nobody else has touched Trent James before. I love being his first in all the best ways. We each got our own firsts with Sara—me as the first man to taste that sweet pussy, and him going first with his cock inside her.

All three of us get to be part of this first. As Sara rocks over him, I know she’s sensing it, too. This connection between us, unfurling like a bright, silk ribbon.

She also must sense I could use more hands. “Let me stroke you.” Grabbing the lube off the nightstand, she slicks her own palm as she smiles. “Tell me if I’m doing it right.”

Gripping my dick in her hot little fist, she takes over stroking me. The look in her eyes, the bounce of her tits, has me aching to come in ten seconds.

“Oh, fuck.” God, she’s gotten good at that. She mimics the way I just touched myself, stroking and squeezing and gliding her thumb over the head. “You’re fucking incredible.”

She gasps as Trent drives up into her again. “So much”—she pants—“going on”—another sharp gasp—“at once.”

“No kidding.” Peering beyond her, I scan Trent. “In just a second, I’m going to replace my finger with my cock.”

One edge of his mouth quirks. “That’ll make it tough to pick your nose.”

“Fucking smartass Frogman.” God, I love his sense of humor. His choice not to take things too seriously now. We’re here to have fun, and I’m glad we’re all able to do it. That what’s unfolding between us isn’t all romance and drama. It’s laughter and lighthearted delight.

It’s the way Trent’s eerie gold eyes follow Sara’s small hand as she caresses my cock. He knows where that’s going, and he doesn’t look nervous. Just ready and eager as his gaze lifts to mine.

“Do it,” he urges. “I want you inside me.”

“Oh, God.” Sara cries out. I’m not sure if it’s our words or the way Trent just fluttered her clit with his fingers.

With his hips tilted up, he’s at just the right angle for me. “Deep breath, Frogman.” Gripping my cock at the base, I position the head where I need it. Eyes locked with his, I slowly ease myself inside him.

Oh, fuck.

My God, that feels good. It’s all I can do to hold back and not come in two seconds.

To move slowly, to wait for his first gasp of shock.

I stay steady and still, letting his body adjust. Letting him know there’s no rush here.

I want him to savor this moment, this strange new sensation, this connection between us.

He lets out a long, ragged breath. “Holy fuck.”

That’s my cue to keep going. It takes so goddamn much self-restraint to go slow. To ease in inch by painstakingly gradual inch. He clenches around me and I just about lose it .

“Jesus, Trent.”

“Keep going,” he urges.

Sara struggles to stay on him. It’s probably the way I’m pushing him back, tipping her onto his chest. If his cock weren’t so long, he’d have slid out by now. As it is, she’s got just a few inches inside her.

But that seems to be plenty as her movements get slower, just an unhurried roll of her hips.

Trent’s slippery fingers glide over her clit, swirling that tight little bud.

She’s fighting to balance, so Trent guides her back to lie down on his chest. Most other men would have slipped out by now, but Trent’s making sure he stays snug inside her.

Kneading her breasts, he keeps one eye on me.

“That feels amazing.” He groans as I slide in deeper. “It’s like you’re inside me.”

I bite back a laugh and the smart-ass urge to point out that’s exactly what’s happening. I know it’s a strange new sensation, so no way will I make him self-conscious.

But he catches himself with a chuckle. “Fuck off. You know what I mean.” Another groan rips out of him as I inch back and drive in again. “I’ve been inside someone else, but I’ve never had anyone— oh, God .”

“ You’ve been inside someone?” Sara giggles, her hips shifting only a fraction of an inch. It’s barely a movement, just a leisurely tease as she angles to keep him inside her.

Her breasts are so stunning, swelling up toward the ceiling in lush little mounds. I’m already in Heaven, but greedy bastard that I am, I want to touch Sara as well.

“Need to feel your tits, baby.” Folding my torso over her, I manage to trap Trent’s hand on her clit. That’s good news for Sara, and better for me, since I’m feeling his hand and her breasts all at once. I draw back again, thrusting inside him from this new, heightened angle.

God, he feels good. They feel good, both of them moving as one. All of us joined like somebody’s fused us together .

Sara slides her feet to rest on the backs of my calves. She’s barely moving at all, trusting us both to deliver what she needs. To bring her with us as we pick up the pace on our chase to the ultimate bliss.

“Jesus, Frogman.” I can’t get over how fucking good he feels. “You’re so goddamn snug.”

Trent nuzzles the back of Sara’s neck. “I’ve fucking died and gone to Heaven.”

Sara just groans, giving the tiniest roll of her hips. I feel Trent’s fingers fluttering over her. She’s sandwiched between us, completely at our mercy. It’s a huge fucking turn-on and I drive in a little too hard.

“Fuck.” Trent clenches around me, eyes filled with wonder.

“You okay?”

“You fucking kidding?” Trent laughs. “I’m way better than okay.”

The three of us fall into sync, finding a rhythm that’s magic.

It takes incredible trust, what we’re doing.

For Trent, but also for Sara. She’s the only one here who’d never had sex two weeks ago.

Made love , I amend in my head. That’s what this is; there’s no other word for it.

Our bodies moving in an ancient rhythm we all seem to hear in the same exact key.

Does a rhythm have keys? I’m not a musician, but I am the professional consort.

But what’s happening here doesn’t involve Logan the consort. I’m Logan the man who’s deeply in love with the two people beneath me. Their gazes hold mine, reflecting the same love back.