Page 18 of Cedar Edge
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last Lo. Your mouth is too damn good.” I groan. He chuckles darkly before the tip of my boot is pressing into his hard cock, just enough that he lets out a hard whimper. “Keep laughing boy… see what happens.” Logan keeps his gaze locked on me, eyes hazy as he gives into the moment. I can’t look away as my cock goes in and out of his mouth, my boy on his knees allowing me to use him.
I’m seconds away from coming down his throat when a floorboard squeaks. From the corner of my eye I see the master bedroom swing open and a flash of brunette hair falling into the hallway.
“You got a girl in here Logan?” I growl, suddenly more than a little annoyed that’s why he didn’t fucking answer us. We’ve always had an open relationship but communication is key within it. My eyes travel towards the intruder, ready to tell them to get the fuck out. My eyes widen, before darting down to Logan who lifts an eyebrow at me while still sucking on my cock like a goddamn lollipop.
“Hey Law.” She says in that sweet voice that I’ve missed so much.
“Thea?” Her name falls from my lips in shock. She nods shyly as I still stare at her. Emotions wash over me, one after another, moving between confusion, anger, hurt and happiness. It’s overwhelming and far too quick for me to process.
Her eyes drop from my face to Logan, cheeks flushed, before popping back to me. She draws her lip in between her teeth and I don’t miss the way her thighs clench together. I have a million questions for her, for Logan, but the lust that is building in her body, and my boyfriend attempting to suck my soul free through my cock overrides it all.
I tighten my grip on Logan’s hair and resume fucking his face to the point of gagging once more, my eyes remaining locked on hers. Her own gaze has dropped back to my cock going in and out of Logan’s mouth.
Fuck me, the idea of the two of them, together with me, has me barely hanging on by a thread.
“You like this baby girl?” I moan out. She snaps her eyes to mine, nodding.
With two fingers I beckon her forward, and god help me, she obeys. Her steps unsure and unsteady but still she fucking follows the silent command until she’s directly in front of me, her body parallel to the man on his knees. She looks down, in fascination at Logan swallowing me.
“Eyes on me.” I snap. I watch as she licks out her tongue, the move sweeping her full bottom lip, her gaze dragging, albeit slowly, to mine. It’s my undoing. I hold her eyes as my orgasm hits me square in the chest. Logan lets out a wanton moan of his own pleasure and I press my boot tip harder to ensure he remembers not to cum “Don’t you fucking swallow yet.” I groan out as wave after wave of pleasure crests over me.
When I’m finally finished I pull my cock free of his mouth before he dutifully shows me my cum still sitting on his tongue.“Good boy. Now give it to her.” I command with a smirk across my lips, dragging him upward until he’s standing next to Thea.
He pauses for a moment, looking at our girl, a silent question of if she is okay with it. She flushes pink, pressing up onto her toes tentatively brushing her lips across his. Logan doesn’t let her retreat from that soft touch though. Instead, he presses in harder, forcing her lips open with his tongue as he feeds my cum to her. The sight has me getting hard all over again as some of it slips down her chin.
Thea allows her hands to wind upward and around Logan’s neck, her body melting into his as they make out. When they finally pull back I groan as she swipes her thumb over a drop of my cum left over on Logan’s lip, pressing the finger into her mouth.
“Fuck Tink, you’re killing me.” Logan groans. “I want more.” His body moves towards her but I stop him. My rational brain coming back online.
“No. You two need to start talking.”
Thea blanches at my words, her already far too pale skin seeming to go even more translucent. Logan guides her towards the couch, shooting me a pout over his shoulder.
“I warned you,” he mutters, pushing her body down before he turns towards the kitchen. I watch as he swipes a few bottles of beer from the fridge before sitting back down on the couch next to her, putting her bare feet up into his lap. Dragging my hand down my face I snag the chair opposite them, my back to the window facing out into the front yard. Logan doesn’t say anything but I can see the shock in his eyes, very rarely do I sit with my back to an open space, not after everything.
My eyes bounce between Thea and Logan, the latter looking pleased with himself for scoring a spot with her draped over his lap. “Brunette huh?” I say to break the silence, raising an eyebrow in question as I take a long sip of the beer. I rememberlong ago how Thea prided herself on her blonde hair. When Logan had nicknamed her Tinkerbell it had fit her absurdly well.
She picks at the label of her own bottle before taking her own long sip. “I had to change it to avoid being recognized.” She finally offers up.
Logan’s posture remains relaxed, his tension hidden well within his body, unlike mine, that seems to radiate outward.
“Where have you been, Thea?” I ask carefully. Very aware that she looks two seconds from bolting.
A subtle shift and she’s scratching at her thigh, I narrow my gaze on the movement and Logan grabs her hand up, locking fingers together. Before he’s nuzzling into her neck and pulling her fully onto his lap, her back pressed to his front.
“You did so good Tink. Getting to us like you did.” He says between soft kisses up and down her neck. “You're safe now.”
“Talk to us darlin'.” I command, though it has no bite to it.
Her eyes seem to twinkle briefly before they go dull again and she starts talking…
Thea
My heart hammers in my chest as I creep towards the doorway, every press of skin to the marble floor seems to echo through the silence of the penthouse.
Five steps to the bedroom door.
Six to the stairs.
