Page 55 of Necessary Roughness
I broke off the kiss and pushed him down onto the edge of the bed. “Stay there. You?” I glanced at Logan and pointed next to his teammate. “Sit there.”
“I’m good at following directions,” Logan said while eagerly doing what I asked. “Coach will tell you that.”
“Please don’t bring up Coach,” Knox said, his eyes locked onto my mouth. “I don’t want to think about him right now.”
“I can fix that,” I said, reaching back to unzip my dress. “Let me know what you think.”
Once unzipped, I let my dress fall to the floor.
Revealing the black corset and thong I’d bought earlier this week.
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Sloane
The noises that came out of the two men’s throats were music to my ears. “Goddamn,” Logan said, biting his lip.
“Yep,” Knox agreed. “There’s only one thing I’m thinking about right now. And it’s all the things I’m about to do to you.”
He started to stand, so I put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down. “There will be time for that later. But first, what I have planned for you.”
I leaned down and kissed Knox while unzipping his jeans. Then I shifted to my left and tugged down the pair of gym shorts Logan was wearing while brushing my lips against his.
“Neither of you are allowed to come until I say so,” I told them while going to my knees. “That’s my only rule. Got it?”
“Whatever you say,” Knox replied.
“Mmm hmm,” was all Logan could choke out.
I grabbed a dick with each hand and gently squeezed. “Now both of you relax.”
I started with Logan, making eye contact while wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock. I sucked on him for a few seconds while stroking Knox, delighting in my ability to please both of them at the same time.
“If I’m not allowed to come,” Logan gritted out, “we might have a problem. Becausefuck, your mouth feels good.”
I pulled back and slid sideways to Knox. “Up to you to warn me when you’re close.” I bent over the quarterback’s legs and began sucking him off, although I couldn’t fit nearly as much of his girth into my mouth.
“Number system,” Logan said.
“Definitely,” Knox agreed.
I paused to give them a questioning glance.
“Something our conditioning coach does,” Knox explained, voice strained with pleasure. “After each workout, we tell him on a scale from one to ten how exhausted we are.”
“Eight is good,” Logan chimed in. “Nine means we’re pretty much at our limit. And ten means our heart is about to explode.”
“I’m going to makesomethingexplode,” I said, moving back to Logan and pulling his hard length into my mouth again.
“Ugh, six,” he groaned.
I worked methodically, alternating blowjobs between them for a while, using my fingers to gently stroke whichever one wasn’t in my mouth at the time.
“Seven,” Logan said with a sigh.
I moved to Knox.
“I’m at a seven, too,” Knox moaned after twenty seconds of my tongue swirling around his crown.
