Page 45 of Necessary Roughness
I kissed her again, harder this time, sensing one of Logan’s hands sliding around her hip and between her legs. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he said.
“Wet for you,” she replied, moving her lips to my ear. “Both of you.”
“Fuck yes,” Logan groaned, his hand moving more urgently between her legs.
For a few blissful moments, she writhed in my lap, kissing me while Logan caressed her from behind. It wasn’t weird having another guy in the room. It wasn’t even weird having him on the other side of her, wedging her supermodel body against me.
It felt like the most normal, most natural, thing in the world.
Then Sloane managed to grit out, “I don’t want to do this.”
I felt my veins go ice-cold. Shit.
She gazed down at me with a world of lust in her eyes. “I don’t want to play around. I don’t want to waste time. I want to do this.Now.”
Relief flooded into me, my cock somehow going even more stiff at her bluntness.
“No foreplay?” Logan asked her.
“Playing beer pong was the foreplay,” she replied. Her gaze locked onto mine. “Watching you handle my ex was the foreplay.Thinking about the way we made out on my couch was foreplay. Now it’s time to show me what the two of you can do.”
I glanced at Logan. “We’d better give her what she wants, then.”
18
Sloane
I had never been so forward in my life. Even as I heard myself say the words out loud, I was shocked by my own bluntness. But it felt good to be forward with what I wanted in the moment, rather thanhopingit would happen.
I desperately wanted to get fucked by these two men.
But rather than balking at my blunt demands, the two football players responded with enthusiasm. “We’d better give her what she wants, then.”
I was weightless as Knox rose from the bed, carrying me with him, then turned and dropped me on my back onto the comforter. Logan fell onto the bed beside me, cupping my chin and kissing me with more passion and urgency than before. They wanted this every bit as much as I did.
Maybe even more.
While he occupied my lips, Knox ran his hands up my legs, up underneath my dress until he found the elastic waistband of my panties. His fingers curled underneath the fabric and then swiftly pulled them down my legs.
Four sets of hands were touching me. Controlling me.Worshipingme.
“Help me get her dress off,” Knox ordered, like it was a play on the football field.
Logan placed a hand underneath my back and lifted me into a sitting position, then pulled my dress up over my head. I was glad I’d worn one of my best bras, although it was only visible for a few seconds; Logan’s fingers twisted at my back, and the bra fell away. The air was cool on my breasts, but only for a brief moment until Knox leaned in and took one of my nipples between his teeth, giving it the tiniest little nibble.
Sighing, I said, “I thought I said no foreplay.”
“Sorry. Couldn’t resist.” Knox’s smile was full of mischief. “I won’t make that mistake again.”
Logan put a hand on my chest and pushed me back down into a flat position, then wrapped his lips around my other nipple. I arched my back as his tongue swirled, one of his hands squeezing my breast hungrily. At the same time, I heard the familiar sound of a condom wrapper from Knox. The sound, and what it meant was about to happen, sent a sexy shiver up my spine.
“You good?” Logan paused to ask.
“Better than good. Don’t stop.”
Without another word, he bent down and resumed worshiping my nipple with his tongue and lips and teeth.
Knox stepped up to the bed, spreading my legs. I felt his cock brush against my thigh, latex against bare skin, and I moaned with anticipation. He’d removed his clothes while I was busy kissing Logan, his bare chest on full display for me. I took a moment to admire his body, covered with lean muscle. Muscle that wasn’t just for show, but that was important to represent our school every Saturday on the football field. I’d never been enamored with athletes the way some women were, but knowingwho Knox was and what he did? It turned me on even more than the anticipation of what he was about to do to me.
