"Louder, little slut. Who's fucking you good?" I ask, and Logan smacks her thigh and also picks up the pace.
"Ethan and Logan!" she repeats and earns an especially stinging smack on the butt from me. "Fuck. I'm going to come," she announces, but I make a sound of denial with my mouth and pull her until she lifts her torso and braces on my chest.
"You're going to come when we want you to, princess." It's the blond beneath her who says it, and I nod in total agreement.
"Hold on a little longer, Peach," I ask, and she shakes her head side to side, seeming desperate. I bite her shoulder and she hisses.
"I can't!"
"Yes you can. Just a little more. This butt is too good, I don't want to stop," I warn, and Charlie whimpers, but keeps resisting. I take Logan's place at her breasts and squeeze themeagerly. The blond alternates between smacking her clit and her thighs, driving her more insane by the second.
"Please, please..." she begs, reaching an arm back to hold my nape. I smile at the whole scene: the sweaty, hot bodies, her moans turning into cries, Logan's pupils so dilated with pleasure they almost hide the blue of the iris, the absolutely perfect fit between the three of us.
It's too much to handle and I'm reaching my limit too. I hold Charlie by the neck and press a little, the way I know she likes.
I wink an eye at Logan before finally saying:
"Who's going to make you come?"
"Ethan and Logan!" this time she screams, lost in the tide of pleasure, and I trade a big smile with my blond.
"Then come, princess. Come on these two cocks like the good little slut you are." Logan barely finishes saying it when her whole body vibrates. She lets out a long, high-pitched moan as she explodes. The hot spray that runs down between her legs lets me know she squirted, and I feel like the fucking world champion.
Charlotte squeezes us so hard inside her that she'd pull an orgasm out of me even if I weren't completely ready. Logan and I reach the peak at the same time, roaring, moaning, and groaning, all at once.
It's so overwhelming that I lose the strength in my legs. All I can do is release Charlie, who falls onto the other player's chest like a rag doll, and throw myself onto the bed next to them.
Our breathing normalizes little by little and I don't even open my eyes again, but I feel Logan's hand intertwine with mine and Charlie's rest on my chest.
Taken by exhaustion, I crack a smile and think about how in love I am with these two before letting the world of dreams carry me away.
Chapter 36
Logan
I wake up before the other two and decide to surprise them with my favorite Boston coffee. It had been a few years since I'd had it, but the place was still at a café not too far from this hotel.
I get ready as quietly as possible and head out into the city's cold air. It's a little past seven on Sunday morning and there are more people on the street than I could have predicted, like everyone there had woken up early and gone out to get some fresh air and secure a good coffee, or simply to walk the dog before rush hour. The fog hasn't completely lifted either, but I don't mind. I walk several blocks until I find the old sign of the Rose Café.
I used to come here a lot with my mom when I was a kid, because I loved the latte and she loved the art-decorated setting. There's even a small sculpture she herself donated to the owner here before we moved, and the piece is still there to the leftof the counter. It's a marble carving of the goddess Aphrodite, absolutely beautiful, and I genuinely smile when I see it.
I order my simple latte, along with Ethan and Charlie's favorite drinks: a cappuccino with a little sugar for him, and a mocha with sweetener for her.
With the drinks in the holder, I make the walk back more briskly, trying to keep everything from cooling down fast. However, my route is suddenly interrupted by a low meow. I stop for a second, trying to figure out if I actually heard something or just imagined it.
When the sound repeats, I frown and look around, searching for the source.
Planted in front of the closed door of a shop is a tiny ball of fur trembling from the cold.
"Hi, little buddy, what are you doing out here?" I ask the creature before crouching down and picking it up. It weighs less than a hot dog bun and its fur is damp, which explains the shivering, in a black coloring with a few orange patches.
I use the end of my scarf to wrap it up and press it against my chest. It meows in that kind of desperate way for two whole more minutes, until it finally seems to feel the warmth coming back. "Better now, huh, little face?"
A short little meow is what I get as an answer, and I laugh, starting to walk again. Back at the hotel, I go in with it hidden inside my coat, since I have no idea whether they allow pets here. I put the coffees on the table in our room and take the cat to the bathroom. I consider drying it with the hairdryer, but it wouldmake too much noise and could scare it even more, so I go with the hand towel.
I take it to the bedroom and sit in the armchair, setting it on my lap.
"How'd you end up out there all alone, huh?" I ask the cat, drying its little paws.
