Page 179 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Without further prompting from Logan, Amber put one knee next to his hip and swung her other leg over him so she straddled his waist. With a teasing glint in her eyes, she lowered herself onto his straining cock until almost halfway, lifted herself before she slammed down until Logan filled her completely.

"Fuck," Logan roared. He tipped back his head and his hands clenched around her hips. Amber wiggled and moaned.

When Logan let go of her hips, palmed her face, and kissed her ferociously, Ben knew it was time. He moved forward, bringing the oil with him. Logan's eyes met his, resolve stamped on his features.

"Lean against my chest, baby. Ben is going to fuck your ass."

Ben swallowed. He wasn't sure he could do this. Logan seemed to notice and used his hands to part her bottom. They made a perverse but enticing visual: red ass cheeks, slick puckered hole, and Logan's shaft disappearing between her pussy lips. Ben placed the head of his cock against the rosette. Greasy with the oil, he slipped and bobbed against Logan's shaft. Fuck. Ben stiffened, looked at his friend, but Logan lifted one shoulder and gave a lopsided grin.

Ben let out the breath he was holding. Once again, he pressed the tip in, and Amber exhaled and pushed back. Experimentally, Ben rocked his hips, slid in further, pulled back a little, drizzled more oil, and slipped in another inch or so.

Oh my god. He was partway in. She was hot and tight around him. Sweat beaded on Ben's forehead. Fuck. I'm in. God, she's so tight. I've never felt anything like this before. Ben groaned as she clenched her buttock around him. When she relaxed her muscles, he sank in deeper, deeper, until his upper legs touched the back of her thighs.

"How are you doing, Amber?" he managed to ask through gritted teeth.

She lifted her head from Logan's chest and peered over her shoulder. "It burns so good, the stretching is amazing, and I feel so full." She buried her face in her boyfriend's neck again, and Logan stroked Amber's back.

Ben pulled back, until only the tip of his cock was inside the tight ring, and surged forward. Her stranglehold on his dick was testing his endurance.

Logan's face was red and his hair stuck to his forehead in crazy tangles. "I'm going to move." Logan pulled out and Ben could feel him through the thin membrane separating them.

When Logan pushed forward, Ben pulled back. Awkward at first, he shifted his hips trying to move in the opposite direction, so either he or Logan was filling her as the other pulled back. Sweat coated his back and his spine tingled, but Ben wasn't ready to give in to his body's needs.

"She's so fucking tight with you in her ass, Ben, I'm not going to last." Logan's words came from his mouth on rough exhalations. "Her pussy is like a vice, strangling my dick. I want to make her come again."

Amber shook her head so wildly Ben lost his rhythm for a moment. He gripped her hair by the back of her neck. "Is that your decision to make?"

"No, Sir." She panted, strained, and writhed in his hold. "But please." The last syllable ended on a high pitch, as Ben pinched her abused nipple between his nails.

"That's right. You don't have a say in when you come, how you come, or how often you come." He addressed Logan, "Lift her up a bit. I want room for my hand."

With Logan's help, Ben wriggled his hand between their bodies and drew a circle over the hard nub between her legs. Amber mewled and squirmed like a litter of kittens.

"Good," Ben connected his gaze with Logan. "Let's do this."

With one hand on her hip, the other around her body and on her clit, Ben started to hammer inside her. Beneath Amber, Logan braced himself on his feet and began to pound into her pussy. Every semblance of finesse left them as they pursued their own and Amber's release. She was tight and hot, as Ben pistoned in and out of her ass, grinding his fingers on her clit. Amber screamed—a real scream. A gush of liquid from her pussy drenched his hand and coated Logan's belly and crotch. Ben pulled his hand from between their slick bodies, gripped Amber by the hips, and shoved his cock so deep, she might have felt it in her throat. He stilled for a moment, and his cock jerked, jets and jets of come shot into the condom and for a moment his eyes crossed with the pleasure. He threw back his head, not even embarrassed by the sound that left his throat. Beneath them, Logan pumped his hips twice more before he, too, came to completion.

Bracing himself with one hand on the couch back, Ben took a minute or so to get his breathing under his control and waited for his heart to stop trying to beat through his ribcage.

He pressed a kiss to Amber's shoulder, his lips lingering for a moment on the hot salty skin. The urge to bite and mark her rode him hard, but he resisted. Not yours, Quinn, stop the possessive caveman act. With a hand around the base of his cock and the rim of the condom, he pulled his semi-erect cock out, eliciting a delightful shudder from Amber. He knotted and discarded the condom, and brought the wastebasket with him for Logan.

While Logan took care of his own condom, Ben went onto one knee and used the warm, wet towel to clean Amber. He enjoyed the task and the hoarse moan she gave when he prodded a welt even more.

Logan turned himself and Amber so their legs were on the sofa now, and Ben took the blanket they'd put on the recliner and draped it over them both.

Snuggling with his girlfriend, Logan quietly spoke, "Thanks, man. That was amazing."

Ben stared down at the little redhead spooning with his friend. With her eyes closed, tears staining her cheeks, and her mouth – swollen from Logan's kisses – closed for once, she looked angelic.

He nodded at Logan, stroked Amber's head, which made her barely stir, and went for a quick shower.

After tossing on some clothes, Ben sauntered to the kitchen for some water and a midnight snack.

He settled in the kitchen chair with a knife, a peeled banana, and a jar of peanut butter in front of him and opened the jar.

Logan entered the kitchen, his chest bare, drawstring pants riding low on his hips.

Ben nodded and concentrated on spreading peanut butter on his banana. What do you say to a guy whose girlfriend you just fucked?

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