I thought I'd die here of a hard-on.
My penance ends when my friend latches onto me again with renewed energy. I groan and this time I really grab his hair.
Even the sound of his gagging when he tries to take me too deep in his throat sounds sexy to my ears.
I look away for a second and find Charlie slipping a hand into her pajama pants, and I smile.
When a hard suck on the head brings me right to the edge, I decide I want to try one more thing with him.
"Let me fuck your mouth, Logan?" I ask, and his eyes go a little wide. "Please."
The surprise is replaced by mischief in the blink of an eye. Logan doesn't answer, but he sticks his tongue out, and that's all the sign I need.
I push into his lips, pulling out and back in slowly at first. My self-control doesn't last long and soon I start moaning loudly and fucking that delicious mouth like I always dreamed. I control his movements with the hand in the blond hair, and it's absolutely incredible.
When I know I'm close to exploding, I warn him, but Logan doesn't pull me out of his throat. On the contrary, he winks mischievously and speeds up the rhythm.
Bastard.
I gasp and moan, letting the pleasure consume me. I come calling his name and record with fascination the scene of him swallowing my come and then cleaning my cock with more licks.
I'm still kind of spaced out when another little cry catches my attention and I turn my face in time to see Charlotte reach orgasm with just her own fingers.
I trade a look with Logan and we smile in unison.
"Looks like you enjoyed the show, princess," he remarks, and she laughs, her face and chest completely flushed.
"It was incredible."
"Then come on, the second act will be in your room," Logan says, holding out a hand to her and another to me.
We accept without hesitation.
Chapter 32
Logan
I'll admit I expected to be freaking out a little more upon realizing how much I enjoyed sucking a cock.
The reality, though, is that ever since I heard Ethan and Charlie having sex for the first time, the limits of my heterosexuality started getting a little blurry. And since the night of truth or dare, I caught myself noticing my friend more and more, and I started to understand that I didn't just get turned on seeing him with Charlie. I also got fucking turned on by him.
And then last night, when Charlie asked if I wanted him to touch me... Fuck. I had to control myself not to blurt out "yes, for the love of God, yes." And it was fucking incredible.
When I woke up this morning with Ethan all wrapped around me, since we'd picked up the habit of sleeping together every night, squeezing into his king bed, and I caught myself loving the feeling of his body against mine, I finally understoodthat I wanted more of that. More of his touch. His mouth. All those new sensations Ethan could give me.
At the end of the day, I never had many hang-ups when it came to sex, I was always the guy who thought it was worth trying everything at least once, only then deciding whether I liked it or not. And what could be better than discovering new sides of my sexuality than testing it with my best friend? Complete with our girl in the middle, to make everything even hotter.
Speaking of which, fucking hot is the sight I have right now of Ethan and Charlie tearing off the rest of her clothes at the same time as they kiss intensely. I wet my lips at the scene, getting rid of my shorts and admiring both their bodies. The delicious contrast between Charlie, short, with her long hair falling down her back, the stiff breasts I knew fit perfectly in my hand, and the delicate curve of the waist that ended in the pert butt, with Ethan, tall and full of muscles, veins standing out on his strong arms, the defined abs Charlie loved running her fingers and tongue over, the small but round butt, the thighs also toned from the effort of our sport...
Wow. I'm very bisexual.
I watch Ethan set Charlie on the bed, and since he's got his back to me, I can't resist: I give a soft smack to his butt, followed by a good squeeze, and I love the feeling of my fingers in his flesh like this. The other two let out short laughs of surprise.
"Don't tease if you're not going to follow through, Loey," the dark-haired guy fires off, turning to face me. I blink repeatedly, but it takes me no more than a moment to answer:
"If you let me..." I leave it hanging, and the player's smile widens before he brings a hand to my nape and pulls me closer. Our erections touch and I shudder.
"You really want to fuck me, Logan Hayes?" he asks, but doesn't even let me try to answer, because he presses our lips together hard. It's different from kissing a woman, but no less good, as I'd already confirmed earlier. His stubble scratches me and the touch is rougher, more carnal. Ethan explores my whole mouth like he owns it, and by the way my cock gets even harder, my body seems to completely agree with that ownership.
