until you come . Want to have it in your mouth and your pussy. Don’t you?”
The hand between her legs moved faster and Ant imagined she was thrusting her fingers in and out of her sex, trying to simulate a cock, but apparently it wasn’t enough because she gave a frustrated moan. “Yes, yes, please, J.B.”
Then his brother’s head lolled on the back of the sofa, turning in Ant’s direction, and J.B. looked right at him. “Well, bro? You gonna help our girl out, or just stand there with your dick in your hands?”
Logan’s heart pounded, and not just from the lust heating her blood. She was so hot and ready for a good, hard fucking, she felt almost mindless from it. She and J.B. had fooled around in the living room after dinner, nothing heavy, but it’d lasted for what felt like hours. Then when she took matters into her own hands and went to her knees in front of him, things got hot fast.
She loved taking him in her mouth. She loved everything they did together, but it was heady to know she could make him moan and groan. And it turned her on. God, his body was a masterpiece of hard muscle and sleek lines , and having him sprawled on the sofa, hers to pleasure, was a dream come true. It was also frustrating as hell because J.B. liked to work her up, to tease her and taunt her until she thought she’d lost her mind.
He’d ordered her to touch herself and she did. But he’d also ordered her not to let herself come. God, that was hard. Having his long, thick length in her mouth, tasting his pre -cum, and touching herself was a recipe for a hard orgasm. Except he was denying her. She was so slick and sensitive, a stray breeze could set her off. But she listened to him because he’d never led her wrong. All the teasing, all the prep work meant when she came it was explosive, so she trusted him not to leave her hanging.
But his words snapped her out of her daze . She stopped lapping at J.B.’s cock and followed the direction of his gaze to see Ant standing in the kitchen doorway. It was almost déjà vu from the morning before, but this time she was naked and sucking his brother off. And very much enjoying it. And Ant was watching them. There was no mistaking the hard bulge in his jeans, the hectic color staining his cheeks or the hard set to his face as he clutched the doorway, as though to hold himself in place.
Logan thought back to J.B.’s words from earlier, about making Ant want to stay , and for a fleeting moment wondered if he’d set this up. But then he couldn’t have known Ant was coming home tonight. Or did he know? The biggest question was, did she even care if this was a setup? This was her deepest, darkest fantasy playing out right before her eyes. The men she loved in the same room while she was naked and hungry and both of them were sporting erections. No, she didn’t give a shit if this was a setup.
She wanted them both. Her body ached for them. And she hadn’t lied. She wanted J.B. to come in her mouth and on her face and she wanted a hard dick working her sex, pounding into her until she came so hard she saw stars. And she wanted to be between them, working both of them. Her pussy clenched, approving of the idea wholeheartedly.
“Ant?” she whispered, not sure what she’d say. He grimaced, shifting his feet as though he was about to walk away. “Please, Ant,” she pleaded. “Please be with us. With me.”
He dropped a hand from the frame and plastered it over his face with a groan. “Fuck, Logan. This isn’t right.”
Logan sat back on her heels, not caring that she was naked in front of them, that they could see her thighs were slick with her arousal. This was what she wanted—the men she loved to be with her, at the same time.
“If it’s what we all want, it’s right for us,” she told him softly. “ Nothing outside of this house matters. I love you and I love J.B. There’s nothing wrong with that. I want you here. J.B. wants you here.” J.B. sat up and stroked
The hand between her legs moved faster and Ant imagined she was thrusting her fingers in and out of her sex, trying to simulate a cock, but apparently it wasn’t enough because she gave a frustrated moan. “Yes, yes, please, J.B.”
Then his brother’s head lolled on the back of the sofa, turning in Ant’s direction, and J.B. looked right at him. “Well, bro? You gonna help our girl out, or just stand there with your dick in your hands?”
Logan’s heart pounded, and not just from the lust heating her blood. She was so hot and ready for a good, hard fucking, she felt almost mindless from it. She and J.B. had fooled around in the living room after dinner, nothing heavy, but it’d lasted for what felt like hours. Then when she took matters into her own hands and went to her knees in front of him, things got hot fast.
She loved taking him in her mouth. She loved everything they did together, but it was heady to know she could make him moan and groan. And it turned her on. God, his body was a masterpiece of hard muscle and sleek lines , and having him sprawled on the sofa, hers to pleasure, was a dream come true. It was also frustrating as hell because J.B. liked to work her up, to tease her and taunt her until she thought she’d lost her mind.
He’d ordered her to touch herself and she did. But he’d also ordered her not to let herself come. God, that was hard. Having his long, thick length in her mouth, tasting his pre -cum, and touching herself was a recipe for a hard orgasm. Except he was denying her. She was so slick and sensitive, a stray breeze could set her off. But she listened to him because he’d never led her wrong. All the teasing, all the prep work meant when she came it was explosive, so she trusted him not to leave her hanging.
But his words snapped her out of her daze . She stopped lapping at J.B.’s cock and followed the direction of his gaze to see Ant standing in the kitchen doorway. It was almost déjà vu from the morning before, but this time she was naked and sucking his brother off. And very much enjoying it. And Ant was watching them. There was no mistaking the hard bulge in his jeans, the hectic color staining his cheeks or the hard set to his face as he clutched the doorway, as though to hold himself in place.
Logan thought back to J.B.’s words from earlier, about making Ant want to stay , and for a fleeting moment wondered if he’d set this up. But then he couldn’t have known Ant was coming home tonight. Or did he know? The biggest question was, did she even care if this was a setup? This was her deepest, darkest fantasy playing out right before her eyes. The men she loved in the same room while she was naked and hungry and both of them were sporting erections. No, she didn’t give a shit if this was a setup.
She wanted them both. Her body ached for them. And she hadn’t lied. She wanted J.B. to come in her mouth and on her face and she wanted a hard dick working her sex, pounding into her until she came so hard she saw stars. And she wanted to be between them, working both of them. Her pussy clenched, approving of the idea wholeheartedly.
“Ant?” she whispered, not sure what she’d say. He grimaced, shifting his feet as though he was about to walk away. “Please, Ant,” she pleaded. “Please be with us. With me.”
He dropped a hand from the frame and plastered it over his face with a groan. “Fuck, Logan. This isn’t right.”
Logan sat back on her heels, not caring that she was naked in front of them, that they could see her thighs were slick with her arousal. This was what she wanted—the men she loved to be with her, at the same time.
“If it’s what we all want, it’s right for us,” she told him softly. “ Nothing outside of this house matters. I love you and I love J.B. There’s nothing wrong with that. I want you here. J.B. wants you here.” J.B. sat up and stroked
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