I whimper around him, throat tightening as my body betrays me, clenching on his tongue and sucking him deeper at the same time.
“Yes, baby,” he breathes, thrusting his tongue harder against my clit as his finger presses firmer. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, dripping all over my face. You get so goddamn wet when I play with your ass.”
I try to answer, but all that comes out is another wrecked moan, thick and hot around his cock.
“Fuck, Lu.” His hips buck, ragged curses muffled by my thighs. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“Good,” I pant, pulling back to breathe before taking him again, my saliva dripping down his length. “I want you to come down my throat.”
His tongue flicks faster, relentless against my clit while his finger thrusts in deeper, and I lose the rhythm, grinding down on his face, chasing it shamelessly.
“I’m—” The words tear out of me, choked around his cock. I force myself off him just long enough to gasp out, “I’m so close—I’m—” My voice breaks, high and needy. “I’m gonna come.”
Logan rumbles against my clit. “Yes, baby, do it. Come on my tongue. I’m seconds from blowing down your throat.”
The filth of it slams through me. His tongue is ruthless, his finger pushing deeper into my ass, and I snap. Coming hard, grinding down on his face as my orgasm rips through me, hot and messy and loud. My thighs shake, my walls clench around his tongue, and the wet rush of it coats his mouth as I cry out, broken.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice muffled by my pussy. “You taste so good, dripping all over me.”
Another moan tears out of me around his cock, vibrating all the way down, and that’s what ruins him. He bucks up hard, cock jerking as he comes hot and thick, filling my throat.
We’re both moaning into each other, gyrating desperately—me grinding on his face, him thrusting up into my mouth—until every last pulse is wrung out of us and I’m collapsing forward.
We tumble sideways together, sweaty, gasping, and every nerve buzzing.
“Lesson,” he breathes, wiping a hand over his face, “fucking mastered.”
My laugh is dizzy and trembling as I press a kiss to his thigh. “Gold star?”
His arm hooks around me, turning to pull me flush against his chest, as wet, shaky lips brush my ear. “Whole damn honor roll.”
The knock comes sharp and sudden, rattling the door downstairs.
I freeze, Logan freezes, and my stomach plummets.
“Fuck,” he mutters, already hauling himself off the bed. “Who the hell—”
The front door latch turns, and we hear footsteps downstairs in the entryway.
“Lulu?”
Eli.
Panic spikes. I bolt upright, grabbing the nearest thing—my robe from the back of the door—and cinch it so tight, it nearly cuts off my breath. Logan’s still naked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, hair a disaster.
“Closet,” I hiss.
He stares like I’ve lost my mind. “Closet?”
There’s more movement downstairs, a woman’s murmuring voice. Tamara.
“Now!” I shove at his chest until he stumbles into my walk-in. He mutters curses under his breath, but the second I shut the door behind him, I’m sprinting downstairs, trying to smooth my robe like I haven’t just been face-sitting my brother’s teammate.
“Hi!” I rush to the landing.
Tamara’s smile is warm but sharp, eyes skating immediately over my messy hair and flushed face. “Hey. We were just passing by, figured we’d check in.”
Eli leans in as I descend the last few steps, giving me a one-armed hug as I dodge a kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, thought we’d swing by, check the house, say hi. You look… uh…” He squints at me. “Were you about to shower?”
