When Ethan finally frees my mouth, I pull air into my lungs hard and curse this idiotic need for oxygen that forces me to let go of this man for even a minute.
I open my eyes and find the dark-haired guy's blue irises looking at me.
"Charlie..." he starts, but shifts his gaze to Logan and seems to make another decision. "Which kiss do you prefer?"
I close my eyes and shake my head.
"I'm not able to choose," I confess, and it's the plain truth.
I feel Logan shudder behind me.
"And what if I told you that you don't have to? At least not tonight," Ethan fires off, and I reopen my eyes quickly.
"W-what are you talking about?"
"That you can have both, if you want, tonight in your bed," he states and lifts his gaze again. "Right, Logan?"
The blond's hands on my waist get even tighter.
"Yes!" Logan assures, sounding so turned on he's out of breath. "Fuck. Yes. Let us be your adventure tonight, princess."
At any other moment, maybe I'd stop to think about everything this situation could mean. Everything that could go wrong from having a threesome with my roommates. My hookup and his best friend, who'd become my friend too since I moved in here. But the decision center inside me has been taken over by my pussy. And that one only cares about tonight and the possibility of being touched by four hands, two mouths, two cocks...
Damn.
I was definitely going to screw myself over down the line, but right now I couldn't bring myself to care about any of it.
That would be a problem for future Charlie.
So, once more on this crazy night, I say yes.
And then everything seems to happen at once: Logan grabs my neck and bends it back until he can kiss me.Meanwhile, I feel Ethan's hands start unbuttoning my top. With every button that opens, I get a light touch of lips against my skin, giving me goosebumps all over.
The piece of clothing ends up on the floor along with my sanity. The blond behind me now kisses my neck, gives little bites, and uses both hands to squeeze my breasts, still covered by the bra. Ethan is in front of me getting rid of his shirt and pants too, ending up in just his boxers and letting me savor the sight of the marked abs and the delicious "v" pointing down to his cock. He stands there for a few seconds looking at Logan and me, but it's my turn to grab him by the nape and kiss him again.
"Fuck, how can you be so hot?" the dark-haired guy asks as he interrupts the kiss and moves a hand down to where I'm most desperate for his touch. Ethan grazes his fingers over my center through my clothes and I grind, almost begging, which only makes him laugh and then bite my lower lip with a little force. "Don't be in such a rush, Peach. How about Logan finishes taking your clothes off first?"
I barely have time to murmur an agreement and Logan is already undoing the clasp of my bra and then spinning me to face him.
"Even more beautiful than I remembered," the blond compliments, looking at my breasts without even blinking. He pinches one of my nipples between his fingers and I gasp, pushing my chest toward his hands.
Luckily, he obeys the silent command. His mouth takes a breast and the warm touch of his tongue makes me moan and throw my head back. At the same time, another pair of hands isnow sliding down the black leggings I'm wearing, leaving me in just my panties between two hot men.
Could this be heaven? If it is, please, don't take me out of here.
The whirlwind of sensations seems to burn me from the inside out. When Logan takes his mouth off me, Ethan presses me back against his chest and pulls my hair eagerly. His cock fits just right between my butt and I give an instinctive grind, which makes him give my thigh a smack, and I smile.
"Take your clothes off for her, Hayes. This naughty girl wants to be able to admire you," the player demands, his voice rough and full of mischief. As always, the bastard knows exactly what I'm thinking. Logan lets out a little laugh and doesn't take his eyes off me as he pulls his shirt over his head in one tug. His shorts follow the path to the floor and I'm afraid I'll drool at the toned body, the thick thighs, and the very large bulge pronouncing itself through his boxers.
I bite my lower lip, eyeing him up with no shame at all. The blond hands me a naughty smile before taking one of my hands and guiding it, running it slowly over his whole set of abs. It's firm, warm, and full of little freckles that I want to lick one by one.
Whenever our hands get too close to his cock, though, Logan pulls back and goes the opposite way, making me growl the second time.
"Take it all off," I ask suddenly, and Logan raises an eyebrow. "I want to see you. And touch," I admit, and a new shine passes through the light eyes.
"Not yet, baby. If you touch me now, I'm going to come in a minute and I don't want that. I want to see you come a few times before that," he justifies, and I let out a groan, frustrated. Ethan's low laugh hits my ear, and out of sheer spite I grind against his cock again. The dark-haired guy hisses.
"Then do something, because if one of you doesn't touch my pussy in the next few seconds, I swear I'm going to lose my mind," I confess, desperate, and they both smile.
