by Rhian Cahill
“For you,” she whispered, placing her hands on his belly, “to finally let me do this.”
She trailed her fingertips down to the button of his fly, popped it open and, meeting his level gaze, slowly lowered his zipper.
Logan didn’t move.
Didn’t make a sound.
He stood stock-still as she inched the fly of his jeans apart and traced a steady finger up the rigid length of his erect dick, searing his flesh through the cotton of his briefs. Propelling him to the very edge of release.
Christ, he was going to make a fool of himself. He was going to be the epitome of the clichéd nerd and Bethany was going to laugh at him and—
Snatching at her wrist, he pulled her hand from his groin, yanked it behind her back and hauled her to his body. “I’m in charge, babe,” he murmured, lowering his head to hers, so close he could feel her warm breath fan his lips.
She whimpered, pressing her hips harder to his even as her stare fought his. “Logan…”
He threw Curtis a look over his shoulder. “Strip.”
Curtis raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure, mate? As much as I want to be a part of this, I—”
“Strip,” Logan repeated, his cock swelling harder against his briefs. It jutted through his parted fly, pressing with more insistence against the warm firmness of Bethany’s lower belly.
A hitching moan escaped her. He searched her eyes for fear, for contempt, finding only hunger and trust.
Christ, he loved this woman.
Would do anything for her.
Anything.
At the chinking sound of Curtis’s belt dropping to the floor, Logan pulled her closer to his body. “We are going to make you come, babe,” he promised, brushing his fingertips over the side swell of her breast. “We are going to make you come so fucking hard. And then…only then…will I come.”
She hitched out a ragged breath, staring up at him. “How?” she asked, her voice almost inaudible.
He touched his fingers to her cheek. “However you want me to.”
At his promise, a verbal surrender to the power she had over him, she closed her eyes. “Inside me.”
Fresh need flooded Logan’s dick. He bit back his groan, the raw urgency in her declaration almost pushing him over the edge already.
Turning to Curtis, he gave his friend a slow smile. “Ready?”
Curtis dropped a look at his now-naked body and held his arms out to the side. “You tell me.”
He did, indeed, look ready. His cock stood upright, a long, thick pole anointed with a glistening bead of pre-come.
Logan cocked an eyebrow, letting his lips curl into a smirk. “Well, if that’s the best you can do, I suppose it’ll have to do.”
Bethany burst out laughing, and he captured the glorious sound with his mouth.
Kissing her silent, he hauled her completely off her feet, wrapped her legs around his hips and carried her from the living room.
He didn’t need to tear his lips from hers to know Curtis followed.
Barely five heartbeats later, he strode into his bedroom, every fibre in his body thrumming with impatient want.
Depositing Bethany on the bed, he pressed his mouth to the base of her throat and captured each breast with his hands.
She arched beneath him, tangling her fingers in his hair in tight fists.
He explored her throat, her collarbone, her jaw with his lips, nipping here, sucking there. She thrust her hips upward, grinding the curve of her sex to his encased erection.
When he moved lower down her body, he felt the mattress dip beside him.
The heat from Curtis’s body told him his friend had joined him on the bed. He raised his head from Bethany’s belly, a heavy spasm claiming his cock as he watched Curtis take one of Bethany’s nipples in his mouth.
She moaned, hooking her leg around Logan’s back as she buried her hand in Curtis’s hair and held him to her breast.
“Christ, I get off watching you do that, Curtis.” The confession left him on a hoarse growl. He stayed motionless for a long moment, studying the way Curtis drew Bethany’s nipple into his mouth, the way his cheeks hollowed out, the way his jaw moved. The sight sent liquid steel straight to his already engorged cock, turning it to an agonized pole.
When Curtis reached for Bethany’s hand and wrapped it around his length, Logan couldn’t hold back his groan.
When Bethany arched on the bed again, whimpering Logan’s name in a raspy breath, he dragged his stare from the erotic sight and turned his attention to her sweet pussy.
He smoothed his palms over her thighs, up to their junction to part her folds with his thumbs, revealing the tiny button of her pink clit. Lowering his head, he flicked his tongue over its form, back and forth until her whimpers became pleading moans.
With every keening plea, with every panting beg, Logan increased the speed of his tongue on her flesh, holding her thighs wide.
“Oh fuck,” she ground out, slamming her hips upward. “I can’t…I can’t…fuck, Curtis, what…how…Logan…”
The words fell from her, growing higher, more breathless with each one.
Logan didn’t stop.
“Jesus, Logan,” Curtis groaned, his voice strangled. “I’m going to fucking blow soon. On Bethany’s fucking hot tits if you’re not careful.”
Logan raised his head, his friend’s crude confession making his head swim and his cock throb.
“Suck him, babe,” he ordered. “Roll on your side and take him in your mouth.”
Bethany did as he told her, reaching for Curtis’s erection with one hand as Curtis moved to kneel at her head.
“I’m not going to last long, dude,” Curtis warned him, his eyes fogged with pleasure as he shot Logan a quick look, the muscles in his jaw bunching.
“Remember what I told Bethany earlier this evening, Curtis?” Logan gave his friend a smirk. “You’re not allowed to come until I say so.”
Curtis’s answering chuckle was dry and ragged. “Think we’ve created a monster, Beth.”
Bethany slid her gaze to Logan’s face, her lips curling. “And don’t I just love him.”
Logan’s breath caught in his throat. His heart smashed against his chest.
Love.
Love him.
Don’t go there. Not yet. Not now. For now, just give her more pleasure than she’s ever had in her life.
Clenching his teeth on the teasing hope threatening to overwhelm him, he turned his attention to Curtis. “Not until I say so, Curtis. Got it?”
Curtis’s nostrils flared and he nodded. “Not until you say so. Remind me to talk to you about the hierarchy of the jock-nerd relationship after this, Logan.”
For an answer, Logan pressed his right knee on the bed beside Bethany’s, wrapped his fingers around her ankle and raised her leg. He extended it toward the ceiling until the junction of her thighs was a right angle.
They watched him, silent, their breathing shallow and rapid. Watched him smooth his palm down the exquisite length of toned muscle as he drew his lower body against the back of her leg. Watched him trail his hand back up to her ankle as he rested his other knee on the bed and nestled his groin against her thigh. Watched him trace the fingers of his other hand down to her spread pussy and stroke her slick seam.
“Oh God,” Bethany moaned. “Logan…”
“Take him in your mouth, babe,” he repeated his earlier command.
She did. Twisting her head and upper body, she aligned her lips with Curtis’s cock, circled her fingers around its base and took it into her mouth.
In a slow, sinking motion.
And as she did, Logan sank two fingers into her pussy.
She groaned. So did Curtis, thrusting his hips forward to penetrate her mouth deeper.
Around Logan’s fingers, Bethany’s tight muscles contracted.
“You are so tight, babe,” he declared, watching her suck up and down on Curtis’s rigid length as he scissored his fingers together inside her heat.
“So tight.”
“And so fucking good at giving head, mate,” Curtis ground out, the words a shaky breath. “Fuck me, I’m going to—”
Logan flicked his best friend a look. “Not until I say so, Curtis.”
Curtis hissed out a curse, exasperation and pleasure warring on his face. “Fuck, mate, who knew you could be such a…holy fuck, Beth…that’s good!”
Dropping his stare to Bethany, Logan watched her knead Curtis’s sac as she slid her lips up his cock.
The sight detonated a hot pressure in the pit of his stomach. Made his balls hard with lust.
“Jesus, Logan…I’m gonna…” Curtis’s hoarse groan filled the room. “I need…”
Twisting his wrist, his stare locked on Bethany’s face, Logan withdrew his fingers—slick with her cream—from her sex and moved them to the puckered hole of her anus. He painted the entry with her own juices as he sank his thumb into her sex and penetrated her arse with his index finger.
She whimpered around Curtis’s cock, her hips rolling, her pussy constricting around his thumb, her anus doing the same around his finger.
“That’s it, babe,” he murmured, on fire with pleasure and need. “That’s it…”
The encouragement made no sense to him. At the hot pressure of Bethany’s sex and back passage gripping his fingers and thumb, his brain had switched into basic-function mode. Words formed in his mind, but Logan had no concept of their meaning or purpose.
He wouldn’t hold off much longer. As it was, his own dick was engorged to the point of rupture. If he looked down, he knew he’d find a damp patch on the crotch of his briefs. He had no doubt pre-come oozed from him.
But first he wanted Bethany to come.
He wanted her to gush.
He wanted to shake her to her very core.
Pulling her extended leg closer to his chest, he moved his finger and thumb inside her, bringing them together within her heat. Rubbing them together with slow strokes.
At Curtis’s cock, Bethany whimpered again.
Her cheeks hollowed, her eyebrows knitted. Her hand worked Curtis’s scrotum faster and faster.
“I can’t…hold on…much longer…mate…” Tortured pleasure turned Curtis’s declaration to a strained groan. “N-not when her mouth…oh fuck…Beth, oh fuck…”
Logan increased the movement of his finger and thumb, holding her leg to his chest with his other hand, watching pleasure etch her face. Watching her tug on Curtis’s balls even as she rolled her hips to take Logan’s finger and thumb deeper into her body.
“Jesus, Logan…” Curtis slammed his cock hard into her mouth. “I’m fucking…gonna fill her mouth any second…”
Bethany moaned, the sound raw and eager. Her musk filled Logan’s every breath.
He could feel the muscles of her sex tighten. Could see the mounting pressure claim her body. Her mouth’s action on Curtis’s cock grew rapid, erratic. Her hips began to jerk, her body to shudder. A fine sweat broke out over her skin, a glistening sheen Logan found sexy beyond comprehension.
“That’s it,” he rasped again, the nonsensical words a hot breath. “That’s it…” He wriggled his thumb and finger, stroked them together through the thin wall of sensitive flesh inside her. “Going to let you come soon, babe…”
Curtis hissed. Bethany whimpered, her juices flowing from her sex, coating Logan’s hand.
He gripped her raised leg and fucked her harder with his hand, his head swimming.
His heart thumped faster. Faster.
“Soon, babe…” he repeated, the promise barely more than a panting whisper. “Soon…”
With a hitching cry, she tore her mouth from Curtis’s cock and flung her stare to Logan, her eyes beseeching him. “Please let me come, Logan,” she begged, pumping Curtis’s cock with her hand. “Please let me—”
“Come for me, babe,” he ordered. “Now.”
She did.
Spine bowing, her hand squeezing Curtis’s length, she gave herself over to the pleasure Logan had given her and came. Over and over, her sex pulsed around Logan’s thumb, her anus sucked at his finger.
“So beautiful,” Curtis groaned. “Watching her come is so fucking beautiful…”
Her flesh enveloped Logan’s thumb and finger, a pulsing pressure that sent fresh blood to his groin. “That’s it,” he ground out, his head swimming, Bethany’s tight, sodden heat propelling him closer to losing control. “That’s it.”
He continued to work his finger and thumb inside her, drawing out her orgasm until she shook her head and begged him to stop.
“I can’t…” she cried, “It’s too much…too good…too…”
Slowing his hand’s rhythm, he turned his head, pressed a gentle kiss on her ankle and then lowered her leg to the bed.
“Oh God.” She flopped onto her back, her breasts heaving, her belly hitching as she dragged in breath after breath. “That was…that was incredible.”
A warm glow spread through Logan’s soul.
“You’re telling me,” Curtis growled.
Logan lifted his gaze to his best friend. “Nice control, Curtis. Always knew you had it in you.”
Curtis rolled his eyes, his jaw bunched. “Mate, one fucking touch on my dick and I’m going to erupt. One fucking touch. You’re a cruel bastard, Logan Hill.”
Logan couldn’t stop his smile. “So if I told you you can come now…?”
“Then I’d say—” Bethany spoke before Curtis finished opening his mouth, “—it’s my turn to be in control.” She rose on the bed, knelt on its edge and fixed Curtis with a level stare.
Curtis groaned.
Logan drew in a slow breath.
And another when Bethany turned eyes smoldering with desire on him. “And your turn to come.”
Chapter Five
Yep. She’d fallen.
Not just over the precipice of sexual rapture, but in love.
Both terrified her. Because if Logan didn’t love her back, she didn’t know what she would do. And if he did, she didn’t know how he would react to what she wanted to do next.
What she wanted to do with him.
What she wanted to give him.
Him and the man she knew to be more important to him than any other.
She held no belief they harboured unspoken homosexual desire for each other. They didn’t. But she wanted to give them the closest thing to that level of intimacy two heterosexual friends could have. She wanted to let them be together, via her body.
She wanted to give them that before she gave herself unconditionally and irrevocably to Logan alone.
Now.
Seeking Logan’s heart in the depths of his blue eyes, she inched forward on the mattress. After this, there could only be him and her. After this, she wanted no other to touch her. But she needed to give him this.
This moment…of being as close to his best friend as they could allow themselves to be.
“Bethany,” Logan whispered, something akin to fear swimming in his eyes.
She understood why.
Just as she understood why he hadn’t let himself come, either in her mouth or by her hand the entire evening.
A lifetime of holding back for fear of ridicule had conditioned him to never render himself vulnerable.
She needed him to be vulnerable with her. So she could show him he could trust her, not just with his body and his pleasure, but with his soul. And his heart.
Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, she gave a gentle tug until he stood with his knees and shins pressed to the end of the bed. “It’s time,” she whispered back, putting the weight of her deepest hope in the declaration.
He drew a slow breath, his nostrils flaring.
Letting her lips curl into a slow smile, she tossed Curtis a quick look over her shoulder. “We need condoms, jock.”
His answering laugh could be mistaken for a groan. She didn’t miss the way his cock jerked at her words. “I’m going to make a fucking fool of mys
elf. I can tell.”
She grinned. “I don’t know. You’ve done yourself proud so far tonight.”
He snorted. Rolled his eyes. “I’m famous for my staying power.”
Before she could laugh, he slid his attention to Logan. “Condoms, Logan? Where do you keep them?”
Bethany turned back to the man she’d fallen completely in love with and searched his eyes for the emotion she ached to see there.
“Top drawer,” he answered, the words a strained growl, his expression unreadable. “Left side of the bed.”
The sound of the drawer opening behind her quickened her heart, already pumping way too fast.
Curtis let out a long whistle. “Rough Riders? Ribbed and studded?”
“I’m all about enhancing the product’s output.” Logan’s lips curled into a shy smile, his focus fixed on Bethany. “And increasing the performance of my software.”
She laughed. “More like hardware.”
Behind her, Curtis groaned behind her. “Jesus, that’s bad.”
She laughed again, and then claimed Logan’s lips for her own.
She didn’t hold back with her kiss. He didn’t hold back with his.
Nor did he stop her when, unable to hold off any longer, she slipped her fingers beneath the cotton of his briefs and took his cock in her hand.
He dragged his lips from hers, scoring a line over her chin, down the column of her throat. He scraped his teeth over her flesh, a wicked abrasion she responded to with a squeeze of his erection.
It wasn’t until the mattress shifted behind her and Curtis’s hard, hot body pressed to her back, the impressive length of his erection nudging the crevice of her ass, that she remembered they weren’t alone.
A shiver of excited delight shot through her. Followed by a tight bloom of heat as Logan scooped up her breast, took its tip into his mouth and sucking hard.
“Oh yeah,” she murmured, leaning back into Curtis’s embrace as he smoothed his hands over her hips. A tiny scratch on her skin told her he held a condom packet between his fingers, and its presence set off another shiver through her body.
She released Logan’s shaft, buried her hands in his hair and raised his head from her breast. “Condom time.”
He studied her, eyes ablaze with need and desire.