Page 93 of Necessary Roughness
Sloane
“Ohdamn,” Logan exclaimed, his gaze locked onto where my finger was sliding.
The look in Knox’s eyes intensified. “Are you saying…”
“I want to get fucked in the ass,” I whispered, like it was a secret. “By Logan, to be clear. I think you’re too big for me to handle, Knox. How’s that sound?”
Knox grinned.
Logan jumped up like the fire alarm had been pulled. “Hell yes. Hellfuckingyes, I’ll try anal. It’s about time I get something special instead of the star quarterback!”
“You’re into that?” Knox asked, tilting his head sideways.
I nodded and bit my lip. “Is that all right? You’re not grossed out or anything?”
Knox slid over to me, kissing me on the lips and taking the bottle of lube from Logan. “Nothing you could do would ever gross me out.”
He kissed me again, and took hold of my wrist to remove my hand from between my legs. Then he added a tiny bit of lube to his hand, rubbing it around his fingers.
“My cock may be too big,” he said, “but I can still warm you up for my teammate.”
Any fear I had immediately disappeared and was replaced with an overwhelming affection for them; the knowledge that I was safe with them; that I could be whoever I wanted to be and ask for whatever I wanted.
Not only were they not disgusted by the forbidden act I had requested, they seemed into it, immediately taking over—and more importantly, takingcharge. Knox knelt between my legs, rubbing his now lubricated fingers up and down my rear entrance. He leaned in and kissed me, and I parted my lips to welcome his tongue inside my mouth.
The moment our tongues touched, his fingertip pushed into my tight ring. There was little resistance thanks to the lube, and because I’d had plenty of practice with my toys when I was alone this summer. I moaned into Knox’s kiss, and he responded by pushing deeper, which made me moan even louder, a feedback loop of desire and action until his entire finger was inside me, up to the knuckle.
“Better give her two,” Logan said, eyes wide as he drank in the sight. “If she’s going to get warmed up for me.”
Knox looked at me for confirmation, and I nodded. Then his second finger was there, sliding in alongside the other finger, widening my entrance in that naughty way I loved so much.
“Ohh.” I craned my head back. “That feels perfect.”
To the side, Logan let out a noise deep in his throat as he stroked himself. He was coating himself with lube, I realized. Like a bench player putting on his helmet, ready for the coach to put him in the game.
“Keep. Going,” I said, loving the way his fingers felt as they moved in and out of me while I touched my clit.
“I wish I could fuck your ass,” Knox said, voice heavy with desire. “The one time having a big dick is a curse.”
“Me too,” I replied. “Not tonight, but maybe in the future, with practice?”
“I’ll practice with you as much as you want,” Logan said, reaching forward and squeezing my breast, fingers pinching my nipple.
“You normally hate practice,” Knox crooned.
Logan’s gaze collided with mine. “Not this kind. I think she’s ready.”
Knox once again glanced at me for confirmation. When I nodded, he slowly removed his fingers, accepting the washcloth from his teammate and switching places. Logan was as eager as could be, kneeling forward, immediately pushing against my entrance.
“Easy there, tiger.” I moved forward, pushing him onto his back. “Let me be on top. So I can control it.”
He let out a groan behind his smile. “Good idea. I don’t know if I’d be able to contain myself.”
I straddled Logan, then moved slightly more forward than normal for this position. Knox had washed the lube from his fingers and was sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking himself with hungry eyes, eyes that told me he wishedhewas the one about to claim my ass. My body felt like it was made of pure electricity, that’s how turned on I was by what we were about to do, turned on by how enthusiastic my partners were.
I reached behind me, grasping Logan’s slick cock. It pulsed at my touch, sensitive to even the slightest amount of stimulation. Aiming it upright, I then lowered myself onto it, feeling his crown pressing against my tight ring.
It slid inside with as much ease as Knox’s fingers.
