“I’ll do it, too,” Seth vowed.
“He’ll need to make sure you come, too,” Logan continued. “No matter how long it takes, you’re going to come for us, and we’re going to teach you to never settle for less than being worshipped by men who care about you.”
Every word he said was like a drug invading her system and softening her up. Maybe this time it would work. Maybe this time she would feel like a woman and not a used-up thing at the end of the night. She let go of the bra and it fell to the floor. She heard Seth’s sigh of pure pleasure as his hands cupped her breasts.
“That’s better.” Logan stepped back, his eyes taking her in. His khakis had been a perfect fit before, but now they looked way too small. His cock was pressing at the front of his pants, tenting them and making her feel really bad for her previous, totally uncalled-for comments.
“I’m sorry for calling your penis small. It’s obviously not small, Logan. It seems to be really big.” Maybe penis size would make the difference. The men she’d been with before were way smaller than the monster that seemed to have taken up residence in Logan’s pants. God, even that stupid polyester uniform looked hot on him. She had a sudden vision of him doing a deep cavity search on her.
Logan sat back, and the grin on his face made him look so young and alive. He was always so closed off, older than his years, but that grin was pure joy, and just for a second, she got a hint of him as a boy. She’d put that smile on his face. “Georgia, do you know what I thought about when you insulted my poor dick?”
Seth was making it hard for her to think at all. His hands were rubbing over the mounds of her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her nipples. “I suspect that was when you thought about spanking me.”
“Oh, no, baby. I thought about spanking you about two seconds after I met you, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. Every time you open that bratty mouth of yours, I think about the flat of my palm against your ass. I think about spanking you until you cry real pretty and beg me to take you. No, when you insulted my poor aching cock, all I could think about was how you would feel when that mouth was filled with my pencil dick and I forced you to take it to the back of your throat before I came right down it.”
Her pussy pulsed at the thought. Wow. Where had that come from? Seth rubbed his cock on her backside, and she was reminded that he didn’t resemble any slender writing implements, either. “I’m not so great with that either. Blow jobs and stuff.”
“I’ll teach you,” Seth whispered. “I’ll explain, in wretched detail, how to suck my cock, and I’ll learn how to please you. Sex isn’t something that just happens, baby. We need to learn each other. Like now, I know you like to have your sweet little nipples pulled on. I know because I can smell how hot you’re getting. God, Georgia, I can smell you through all those clothes.”
“Seth, show me those breasts. Now this is how it’s going to work. I’m the top. I’m the Dom. Seth tops you,” Logan said, his voice deep and husky.
“I don’t get to top anyone, do I?” Georgia was pretty sure that was his plan. But she was also pretty sure she didn’t care because what Seth was doing felt so incredible. Sex had always been so fast and a little nasty, and now she had to wonder if she’d done it for all the wrong reasons. She’d slept with the first guy just out of high school because she was so crazy about him and she wanted him to love her back. She’d sacrificed her virginity to gain his love and caring.
But this felt like love and caring, and it sure as hell didn’t feel like sacrifice.
“No. You are not a top, Georgia,” Logan said. “Seth, move your hands. Let me see her nipples.” She felt Seth’s hands move down, and he cupped her breasts as though offering them up to Logan. Logan was staring at her breasts and he wasn’t running the other way. He shifted as though he had to move to get comfortable again. “Yeah, that’s what I want. Fuck, you’re beautiful, G. Goddamn gorgeous. And that thing around your body offends me. Take it off of her, Seth.”
He looked like a king sitting on his throne, waiting for his chosen lover to be perfectly presented to him. It totally turned her on. Seth’s hands moved down her body. She felt him kiss her hair, and the nape of her neck as he began to drag the spandex off her. His thumbs hooked the jeans and he pulled them down as well, inch by careful inch, as though she was a present and he was afraid to damage any piece of her. All the while Logan watched. He was perfectly still, except for his cock. It twitched slightly in his pants as it lengthened and stretched.
Seth took his time, lowering her pants down with the same patience he used when working on a line of code. Precise and patient, and so, so perfect. Sex before had been harried and quick, but this aching slowness was opening up something deep inside her, a wanting she’d never felt before. Something was building inside her, a heat. She knew it was a dangerous slope she was heading down, but she couldn’t pull back. She had to see where it went.
“Stop right there. That’s perfect.” Logan stopped Seth when he’d gotten her remaining clothes around the middle of her thighs.
The jeans were tight, but the spandex was tighter, holding her thighs together. “Logan, I can’t move.”
Seth’s hands ran over the flesh of her ass. Oh, god, she hated her butt. He didn’t seem to have the same problem. His palms cupped her and smoothed over her skin. She felt him get to his knees, his lips brushing the small of her back. She’d never been kissed there. It wasn’t a sexy part of her body so previous boyfriends had ignored it the way they’d ignored the back of her neck and her shoulders. It had been all boobs and vajayjay and the occasional sloppy French kiss. She’d had one lover awkwardly kiss her pussy, but he’d seemed so uncomfortable that she’d told him she didn’t like it.
She was beginning to get the impression that Logan and Seth weren’t going to be awkward about anything.
“Oh,” Logan began with a leering sympathy. “Is my poor girl trapped? Can you not fight me anymore? I might have to take back what I said about that thing you’re wearing. It might qualify as fet wear since it’s binding you as tightly as any rope I could put you in. I will be tying you up later, Georgia. I’ll wrap my rope around your body like a dress that puts all the best parts on display. Those luscious tits. That pussy. I can see it gleaming from here. How is her ass, Seth? It looked incredible in a pair of jeans, but now I find out she’s been hiding it, trying to bind it down. It’s better than I thought, isn’t it?”
“Damn straight.” Seth’s lips moved across her cheeks, his hands holding her still.
She was caught. She couldn’t run or kick. She had to take what Logan gave her. She was naked in front of him. So vulnerable, and yet she stood there waiting for him.
“Bring her to me.”
Seth got to his feet and hauled her into his arms before she could take another breath. He hooked his arm under her knees and picked her up like she weighed next to nothing. She let her arms float up around his neck.
Seth’s handsome face was flushed, his voice soft as he spoke to her. “It’s going to be okay, Georgia.”
For the first time, she almost, sort of, kind of believed him.
“Pick a safe word, Georgia.” Logan moved forward, making a place for her on his lap.
“A safe word is…” Seth began.
She didn’t need an explanation. She’d picked out a safe word when she’d started dreaming about Logan Green. “Rosebush.”
She’d pretended to throw Logan’s phone in a rosebush all those months ago. She hadn’t really done it. She’d pocketed the phone and that prank had saved her life because Chase had been able to find them thanks to Logan’s mom tracking the phone.