Page 43 of Shattered Souls
“Fuck,” Grayson hisses, his hand swiping across his mouth as he stares unblinking at my pussy.
Logan’s chest vibrates with a chuckle, and he murmurs in my ear. “I bet he’s regretting all those times he chose to be an asshole right about now.”
Bringing his fingers to my slit, he dips two inside me, pumping before pulling out and spreading my juices over my clit. Royce licks his lips, watching the erotic act. Noticing, Logan comments, “Royce looks like he’s starving. You gonna let him feast on you, baby?”
He alreadyfeastedon me last night, but Logan is right. Royce looks like he’ll fall to his knees at my say so.
“We need your words, Ry,” Logan encourages when I merely nod.
“Yes,” I say almost desperately. “I want you to eat me out, Royce.”
With a groan, Royce’s knees hit the floor with a soft thud before he buries his face between my thighs. The feel of his tongue on my heated core rips a moan from my throat, and my head falls to rest against Logan’s chest as sensation after sensation is coaxed from my body until I’m a trembling mess in Logan’s arms.
“Look at Grayson,” Logan murmurs. I flick my eyes open, not remembering when I closed them, to find Grayson staring hungrily at where Royce is lapping at my folds. “See how badly he wants you?” Logan continues in a quiet voice. Not that I think Grayson is aware of anything else in the room right now. “How he’s struggling to hold himself back?” Dropping my gaze over his body, I see how his feet are planted hip-width apart, his hands tight fists at his sides, even as his body leans forward, straining to get as close as possible without disobeying the rules laid outfor him. “His brain might struggle with the concept of sharing you, but his body has no such reservations. He’s as obsessed with you as we are.”
As if he heard those words, Grayson’s gaze snaps to mine, the dark depths of his eyes holding me hostage as an orgasm barrels through me, pressing beneath my skin and tearing me open until I’m screaming.
The aftershocks are still wracking my body, and my head is in the clouds, when I feel pressure at my entrance before Logan slides in with zero resistance.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he hisses, teeth gritted, as he pulls me down on top of him. Fingers firm on my hips, he lifts me before dragging me back down. Our breaths are nothing but pants as I move, getting my legs beneath me so I can fuck him. “You wanna ride me?”
“Yes,” I say, looking back at him over my shoulder. “I want to make you feel good, too.”
Logan’s face is smoothed out in pleasure, displaying his sincere and loving smile. “I always feel good when I’m inside you, Shortcake, but if you want to fuck me, I’m not about to say no.” Leaning back on his hands, he smirks. “I’m more than happy to watch that tight ass of yours bounce on my cock.”
Grinning, I place my hands on his knees and ride him reverse cowgirl. “Fuck, that feels insane,” Logan grinds, his hand stroking up and down my spine. The sound of a zipper renders through the air, and I lift my head to find Royce fisting his cock as he watches me ride his best friend.
“Hottest fucking thing I’ve seen,” he agrees.
“Hotter than when she sucked your cock in front of us?” Logan teases, his voice strained.
“Yes,” Grayson all but growls his input to the conversation from his position by the door.
Royce swipes his thumb over the bead of precum gathering at his tip, smearing it. His piercing glints in the light, and my pussy clenches, remembering how it felt scraping against my inner walls last night.
“Fuck, our girl needs more,” Logan strains. “You want Royce too, Shortcake?”
I mewl my agreement, my nerve endings on fire from all the stimulation and how close I am to coming again.
“Royce, come here, take our girl,” Logan dictates. He slides me off his cock, and I whimper at the loss of him.
“Shh, Shortcake. We’re going to take care of you.” He presses a quick kiss to my sweaty temple before passing me over to Royce. “Royce is going to impale you on that metal glittering dick of his,” he says, fisting his engorged cock.
“I don’t have a metal dick, fuckwit,” Royce snarls, all while steadying me on my feet and pressing between my shoulder blades. My hands tighten around the edge of the examination table, and I lower my face to Logan’s hard cock, standing sentinel like a red flag waving in the wind.
Pulling me back by my hips, he sinks effortlessly into me as I swipe my tongue out to taste myself on Logan’s blunt head before lowering my mouth over his length.
The room fills with the sound of the three of us. Heavy pants, soft moans, and the slap of skin against skin. It’s sexy. Heady. Intoxicating. And in no time at all, tingles erupt along my spine, heat expanding outward from my core.
“Fuck she’s close,” Royce grunts, picking up his pace as Logan buries himself deeper in my throat.
On the precipice, my orgasm dangles just out of reach for endless seconds until I feel an unfamiliar pressure at my backside.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here?” Royce asks in a low, desire-dripped tone.
I shake my head, mumbling a no around Logan’s thick cock.
The pressure increases as Royce pushes the tip of his finger inside, but the pain has nothing on the pleasure wracking my body. The sting only heightens the sensation.
