“Suck his cock,” Cat whispers, and I realize my eyes have been closed. They open upon that command, and Logan slowly pulls his mouth away from mine, although his hand still strokes me.
I turn to look at her, but it’s kind of a mistake. She has a finger pumping in and out of her pussy, and again… have to restrain the urge to tear myself away from Logan and jump right onto Cat.
She looks to Logan and nods at me. “Suck Rand’s dick.”
Logan gives her a cocky grin, and I know exactly what that means. He intends to drop me to my knees if he can do it to show Cat exactly how good he is.
I brace.
Spreading and locking my legs as Logan sinks to the carpeted floor and grins up at me with almost a taunt of what’s to come. I get ready to bite down on my tongue because I know how fucking talented he is.
But fuck it… if I come right away, I’ll get back in the game soon enough.
I’m standing close enough to the bed that Cat could reach out and touch my hip. Just a slight turn of my head and I see that her hand has stilled. She watches us while holding her breath.
“Let me show you a trick that all guys love if they’re man enough to admit it,” Logan says to Cat, but he’s looking up at me. I know what’s coming and I know he’s not going to give me any mercy. I decide right then and there not to fight it.
Logan bypasses the lube sitting on the bed and puts his index finger in his mouth where he wets it good. When he pulls it out, he tells me, “Spread ‘em.”
My head tilts again and I look at Cat, whose eyes are as big as saucers as she watches. I reach my hands back, grab ahold of my ass cheeks, and do exactly as Logan orders me.
Logan pushes his hand between my legs, totally ignoring my dick for the moment, which is straining upward, and runs his finger along the seam between my balls and my asshole. I grit my teeth because it feels amazing to be touched there.
The tip of his wet finger probes me, circling my pucker. I try to breathe in deeply but the anticipation is killing me. I look down at Cat again and she looks up at me before saying to Logan, “Do it.”
Logan complies and smoothly pushes his finger into me.
Way in deep all the way to his third knuckle.
“Fuck,” I shout out, my hips jerking forward, not to get away from him but for my cock to slap him in the face so he takes a fucking hint and sucks me already.
Logan twists his wrist slightly, pressing right in on my prostate, and my knees do in fact start to buckle. I lock them back tight because I think I could actually come just from him stroking me like that.
I release my hold on my ass and bring one hand to my dick, grabbing it by the base and the other threading my fingers through Logan’s hair. Logan doesn’t make me wait, giving me a smirk before opening his mouth up and taking me all the way in.
Goddamn, that’s good.
Chapter 16
Cat
Never in my entire sexual history have I been as turned on as I am right now. I’m sure it has something to do with the fact that I have two beautiful, built, and sexy men before me, willing to do whatever I want them to do. I can’t help myself, pulling my fingers free of my pussy and circling the wet around my clit. Faster and faster while I watch Logan and Rand do their thing.
So empowering.
That’s a first feeling too. I’m sure once the flush of lust and impending release washes away, I’m going to be extremely grateful to Rand for giving me this.
I watch and play with myself.
Logan on his knees, pushing himself back and forth on Rand’s cock. Cheeks hollowed on the back swing, his eyes closed in bliss. Rand’s hands gripping Logan’s head tight. White knuckles in an attempt not to start thrusting… fucking Logan’s mouth. My fingers circle faster.
My gaze flicks up to Rand and I see he’s got his face tilted downward, eyes at half mast, watching Logan work him. Eyes filled with bubbling lust, teeth gritted, jaw locked. He’s lost and it’s so damn hot. I press harder on my clit as my fingers move faster and faster.
I look back down again, to see what Rand is seeing and focus in on Logan’s hand.
In between Rand’s legs with his finger pumping in and out of his…
My hips shoot off the bed as I come, a groan rumbling out of me and then floating free. I squeeze my eyes shut briefly, see stars blinking in the darkness, before opening them back up. With hazy and blissful eyes, I see Rand watching me but now his hips are pumping back and forth as he holds Logan’s head still.
Yet Logan seems unfazed while Rand fucks his mouth… his throat… with hot eyes pinned on me, Logan’s hand is working faster at Rand’s ass. My legs snap shut together as an involuntary cramp of need hits me straight in the center.
Then Rand thrusts forward, throws his head back, and roars out a release as he comes with a shudder. I can see the ripple actually run up his spine at the same time Logan’s throat works to swallow him down.
It’s so damn beautiful.
Rand is so damn beautiful that another cramp of need hits me. I want Rand on the bed with me right now. I want that cock pumping in and out of me, and I want him to be as lost in me as he was just now. But that’s not going to happen as I watch him pull his dick out of Logan’s mouth, his muscular chest rising and falling in short bursts.
He’s spent for now and will need time…
The room is quiet except for the rushing breath of three people in the midst of some crazy sex. Logan rubs his roughened fingers over the corner of his mouth before flexing his jaw. He looks up at Rand with a grin. “Good?”
“The things you can do with that mouth and finger,” Rand mutters and then turns to look at me. “What’s next, Cat?”
“Next?” I ask, feeling dull witted right now. It was so intense watching that… having that orgasm I can still feel the tingles from… that falling into a deep sleep right now seems like a good idea.
Rand nods down to Logan, who stands from his kneeling position. “Logan needs to come… I’m guessing pretty bad. Your call how we give it to him.”
My eyes flare wide, and I shoot Logan an apologetic look. I hadn’t even thought about his pleasure, and I feel horribly guilty. Shooting up to my knees, I figure I could give him a blow job, but Rand’s hand comes out to grip my shoulder.
He gives a small shake of his head and says with a very pointed look, “Only if you want to do that. But it’s whatever you want, babe. We’re both here to do whatever you want us to.”
Logan snickers, and I blush with a small smile in his direction. “Sorry.”
“No worries,” he says with a shrug, but then grabs his cock with his hand, giving it long, slow strokes. “But how about you decide what you want so I can get off. Kind of dying here watching you and Rand come. So fucking hot.”
Turning my face to Rand, I move my knees to slide closer to him toward the edge of the bed. He turns his body to face me, one hand coming to my waist where his thumb strokes my skin. “Anything?” I ask him.
“Anything, Cat.”
“Do you like…?” I start out, but then my voice trails away. I can feel my cheeks get hot and for a woman who got fucked by seven men while locked in a stockade, I think this hesitancy about my sexuality is truly more of the real Cat starting to come out. Now that I’m in control, I’m just a bit unsure of myself.
So I take a deep breath and let it out.
“Do you like Logan fucking you?” I ask Rand point blank, chin lifted so he can see me owning this. “Because I’d really, really like to see that.”
Rand’s eyes turn soft, his lips curving up in a gentle smile. “Yeah, babe… I like that a lot.”
Leaning in, he kisses me, one hand still gripping my waist, the other coming up to hold the back of my head. His tongue slides into my mouth for a claiming stroke against my tongue before it pulls out and his forehead touches mine. Rand’s breath rushes out over his lips onto mine, and he whispers so only I can hear him. “I think I’d do anything you asked me to.”
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sp; And I melt.
Literally feel my body start to sag and my hands come to his shoulders to pull him down to the bed with me. Yes, down on the bed with me where I’ll stroke him back to life and have him…
Rand’s hand at my hip falls away and he lets the strength of his other at the back of my head lower me back down to the mattress. When it hits, he pulls it free and turns to Logan, walking right into the other man’s space.
They both crash together in a tangle of arms and legs, mouths fusing together in a deep kiss and hips grinding against each other. I push away the flash of jealousy, focusing instead on the scenes before me. Logan’s cock darkened with pre-cum spilling from the top, trapped in between their lower torsos and getting massaged by their bodies undulating. Rand’s is half hard, but he ignores it. Instead, he puts his hand in between their bodies and takes his friend in his grip.
Logan jerks and groans over the contact, so much so that their kiss breaks and they stare at each other with hot eyes, faces just inches apart.
“Get on the bed,” Logan growls, his hands coming up to Rand’s chest and giving him a shove. “On your knees… right beside Cat. Going to fuck you from behind this time.”
This time?
Does that mean there will be more tonight? Or is he going to fuck Rand again at some other time? Maybe outside of my presence? I’m not sure how I feel about that, but then my thoughts scatter as Rand climbs right over me, going to his hands and knees. Logan grabs the lube, walks to the end of the bed, and raises one knee up to the mattress while he uncaps the bottle.
“Kiss me,” Rand whispers, and my eyes slide to his.
I scramble onto my knees and sidle up to Rand, pressing my lips against his with my hands to his cheeks, flexing into his bristly beard. He sighs into my mouth as we kiss and I close my eyes, giving into it. We kiss and everything else melts away. Just him and me, the smell of his sweat and the mint on his breath. Tongues stroking and rolling against each other. Lips sliding and nipping.
A hiss pushes from his mouth into mine, and Rand’s body jerks a bit. My eyes fly open, and I pull away. Rand’s head drops down and he moans, back arching. Logan’s kneeling right behind him, working two fingers in and out of Rand’s ass. A flood of wetness rushes from between my legs and I can feel it dribbling down the inside of my thighs.
I move to the side of Rand so I can see better, placing a tentative hand on his mid back to feel the muscles bunching and flexing as he rounds his back and then arches it again when Logan puts a third finger in.
“Feel good?” I ask softly, my gaze pinned helplessly on Logan’s hand and what it’s doing between Rand’s strong buttocks that are coiled tight.
“Yeah,” he grunts as Logan starts to pump, but only a few times before he’s pulling his hand away.
More lube, this time dribbled right over Logan’s hard cock that I notice is covered with a condom. I’m not sure when that happened… probably while I was kissing Rand, but who cares when. It’s the now I’m focused on with Logan lining up to Rand’s ass. I slide sideways a bit more, get closer to the action so I can see, still keeping my hand on Rand’s back. Logan’s a big guy with a lot of girth and for a brief moment, I worry about Rand. But then I watch as he pushes his hips back a little, a silent plea, and I know he’ll be all right.
With his hand and hips guiding the way, Logan places the tip of his cock against Rand’s ass and flexes forward slightly. The large head slowly disappears as I watch in fascination.
“More,” Rand groans. My hand starts stroking the muscles of his back, my other hand coming up to rest on his butt.
“Give him more,” I tell Logan softly.
Logan’s face is pinched with pleasure, his lower lip between his teeth and digging in hard. He does as I ask and pushes his hips forward even more, sinking inch by inch into Rand. When the trimmed hairs on his pelvis brush against Rand’s ass, and I know he’s rooted deep, I let my breath out in a wavering gust of longing and excitement.
Rand’s head is still hanging low, eyes closed and jaw locked as Logan starts to move. Luxurious pulls of his cock out, with penetratingly slow thrusts back in.
Each time he bottoms out, Rand grunts in pleasure.
Each time Rand grunts in pleasure, an ache throbs between my legs.
Logan picks up the pace, which lends to an almost fevered vibe in the air. Sweat on his forehead, chest heaving and his hands gripping Rand by the hips with this thumbs digging down into the muscle, he mutters an almost endless stream of filth to Rand, “Christ… this feels good. You know I love pussy, man, but this ass… never mind fucking it. Going to come so hard… going to pound you harder. Then when we’re all recovered, we’re going to fill Cat up. I’ll take her pussy… you can have her ass, Rand. Sandwich her right between us and fuck her oh so good.”
My gaze slides to Logan, mesmerized by his dirty words. Completely turned on by them as well. He smiles at me as he pumps in and out of Rand, and then nods his head downward with a pointed look that I should take a gander. “Your boy likes dirty talk.”
Tilting my head, lowering my eyes, I see Rand with his back rounded, head hanging down and his own hand between his legs, working his cock. Stroking with a tight grip. Quick, furious pumping while he grunts and groans.
He’s rock hard again.
He’s. Hard. Again.
“Stop,” I blurt out, my hand on Rand’s ass moving to Logan’s chest. He doesn’t stop his movements immediately, but slows them down, finally pulling out and then pressing back in deep where he holds still. Both men, with heaving chests, look at me curiously and with a little frustration.
“I want you inside of me,” I say as my gaze snaps to Rand’s. “Want you to come inside of me.”
Total silence. Rand’s face strained with the need to come. Logan’s not looking much different.
“While he’s fucking you,” I add on to clarify my wishes.
“Figured that much, Cat,” Rand says with his lips tipped upward. While still looking at me but clearly talking to Logan, he says, “Pull out, man.”
Logan does as requested, both he and Rand not able to hold back a wistful moan at the friction caused from the exit, and then Rand pushes off the bed coming just to his knees. “You want on your back or knees, Cat?”
“Whatever’s best,” I breathe out, my heart racing and my skin flushed warm with the thought of what we’re about to do.
“On your back,” he says in a low voice as he reaches out to graze his knuckles over one of my nipples. “So I can watch your face.”
And I melt again, immediately sagging to the bed and positioning myself on my back. Rand maneuvers, comes in between my legs, and lowers himself onto me so he can give me a kiss. His chest presses onto mine, his dick hard and pulsing as it bears down against my pubic mound and his arms slipping under me so he puts me in a full-body hug as his tongue slides into my mouth.
Pure bliss.
My arms go over his shoulders, wrapping around the back of his neck, and I hold him tight to me as we make out, the only movement of our bodies being our tongues and lips.
Finally, he breaks contact, lifting his face from mine and giving me a smile bright with repletion. Eyes holding mine, he pushes off me, grabbing my legs and spreading me wide. Hands to the backs of my thighs, he swivels his hips and as if his dick knows exactly where to go, it pushes into me.
Sinking in like it belongs, every nerve ending firing in welcome relief that he’s there. “That’s it,” he whispers as he claims my pussy. “Taking every inch of me and loving it.”
“Yes,” I whisper back, my eyes rolling into the back of my head and lids lowering to full darkness. If I watch Rand and see the same expressions I saw on his face when he was fucking Logan’s mouth, I know I’m going to burst apart so violently, I’m afraid I won’t be put back together.
Rand starts moving, an animalistic sound of need and urgency rising from his chest. He thrusts in and out of me a few times, and my head starts to spin. I become lost to
the sensation of him.
But then he stops, and my eyes open slowly. He spreads his legs, thighs on the mattress, and I watch over his shoulder as Logan crawls in between Rand’s legs. Using his hand, he guides the head of his cock to Rand’s ass, and with nothing more than a lowering of his entire lower body, he fills him up again.
Rand hisses as he’s pushed deeper into me, sandwiched in between Logan and me. His elbows go to the mattress, his muscles bulging and straining to keep most of his weight off me. We’re all still for just a moment, but then I can feel the outsides of Rand’s thigh muscles flex as he raises his hips, pulling out of me.
Just to the tip where he holds still, allowing Logan to pull out of his ass a bit.
Logan pauses… a brief moment in time where I wonder what’s going to happen next, before I scream out in pleasure when Logan slams into Rand, who then slams into me. Rand lets out a hoarse bark of surprise, and Logan groans as if he’s dying of pleasure.
“Oh, let’s do that again,” I murmur, trying to unclench my toes that had just previously been curled.
Logan gives a dark laugh, and Rand’s eyes glitter as he stares down at me with equal measures of naked desire and fulfilment.
The tilt of his head. The soft smile. The intent stare.
Fulfilment that he’s given me what I wanted.
And I melt again.
Then Logan starts fucking Rand, who starts fucking me again, and I come so hard, I feel obliterated. I have no doubt I can put myself back together again, but I’m just wondering what a reassembled Catherine Lyons will look like compared to the old one.
Chapter 17
Rand
“Are you excited about starting work today?” I ask Cat as she leans in toward my small bathroom mirror and puts on mascara.
She gives a soft, “Uh-huh” as she feathers the black goo onto her eyelashes.
I’m fascinated by everything she does to make herself up. Not to make herself more beautiful, because I don’t think the makeup and perfect hair does that. It just makes her beautiful in a different way. She could wear nothing on her face, as I’ve seen her do at night before she goes to bed, and still be just as lovely.
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