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It all started at Dean and Beau’s birthday bash.
Hannah and Garrett had broken up months ago, both claiming to have grown apart in the last semester and agreeing to stay friends. Rumors about their breakup had been headlining for weeks on the Fifth Line before it was confirmed. You had been in genuine disbelief for a moment then, because if gambling was your thing you would have bet all your money on them marrying the second they graduated.
Yet as the night progressed, it became very clear that Garrett Graham was anything but down to be just friends with Hannah. Eyes glued to the couple snuggling in the corner, his gaze burned holes through them into the wall.
Neither Hannah nor Justin, whom she surprisingly turned to after her and Garrett’s breakup, acknowledged or even seemed aware of his staring. You were surprised that Dean had invited them at all considering his friendship with Garrett. Knowing Justin’s reputation, he’d just shown up with Hannah in tow.
While you were observing the sad scene in front of you, the fizzy drink you had been nursing for the last hour had fallen flat. Your face distorted in disgust at the taste of the now fizz-less drink, so you went into the kitchen to replace it.
Sadly, your search for something other than cheap beer went fruitlessly. A small sigh escaped your lips at the thought of having to switch to water or mixers this soon into the night. With your mind somewhere else, you didn’t realize someone else had entered the kitchen.
A soft cough sounded from behind. “You looking for something?”
The deep and sudden voice startled you. Enough to let the bottle in your hand slip from your grasp and flying towards the floor, where it shattered to a million pieces. Your eyes went hastily from the floor to the person in front of you, an apology quicker on your lips than anything else.
“Don’t worry, happens all the time” he said reassuring. “Downside to being the host most of the time. Mind handing me the paper towels?”
Nodding, you felt blood rushing to your cheeks and the blush creeping up your neck as you handed him the demanded towels. The pair of you cleaned up your mess, but when you went to pick up the glass shards with your hands, he intervened. “Let me, you’ll just cut yourself.”
You wanted to protest, seeing no reason for him to pick it up over you – the one responsible for this – but your objection died in your throat when you saw how delicately his rough, calloused fingers picked up the broken glass. After throwing them away, he held up his hands. “See? No cuts.”
“You do this often?” you half-laughed, the awkwardness still lingering around the kitchen.
“Trust me, you can’t begin to imagine how many sharp or prickly things I clean up in a week.” At your confused look, he added laughing, “I work at a garage part-time.”
Against your will, you felt the blush blooming on your cheeks again. His smile was captivating in the way his whole face lit up. It seemed you converted into your twelve-year-old self again, because how else would it be possible to blush furiously and be at a loss for words over someone simply smiling after helping you cleaning up your mess?
With a small shake of your head, you stood up and dusted off your knees. “Thanks for the help, uh-“ you started, but blanked on his name. Had he even said it? You had surely seen him before, but somehow no name in your mind matched to the face in front of you.
He sensed your hesitation and took pity. “ Logan, we have a class together on Thursdays?”
You racked your brain. Thursday, what do you have on Thursday. With whom? After what felt like an eternity, something clicked. “You had that fantastic thesis last week the professor keeps talking about. I remember you, but I thought you name was John?”
“Yeah, Tucker’s named John too, so everybody just called us by our surnames. Kind of sticks after some time, you know.”
Ah, that’s why you didn’t recognize him at first.
Logan leaned against the counter and folded his arms over his chest. You couldn’t help but ogle at his biceps and the way they were bulging from the movement. “So, what were you searching for before I spooked you?”
“Another drink actually, mine went flat a while ago,” you said and pointed to the mostly empty can on the table. “But there’s nothing in there except for beer and –“
“Let me guess, not a beer type of girl?”
“No, I’m really not,” you assured.
He thought for a second. “Well, then what kind of girl are you?”
Once again, you were at a loss for words. You had to give it to him, he knew what he was doing. Someone might think it just a poor wording, but the cheeky grin on his face revealed the true intention. For whatever reason, he wanted to rattle you.
Keeping your cool, you answered him truthfully. “The type to like anything that doesn’t taste like fermented hay.”
Logan chuckled lowly and turned to his right, opening up the fridge and pushed some drinks around. Behind the beers were a few cans of hard seltzers in various flavors. “You can take these, nobody here really likes them over beer.”
“How did I not see these?” you thanked him and went in to grab one, when your side brushed his. There was heat radiating from his bare arms. You stood close enough to sense it through your clothes.
“Happy to help,” he mumbled, looking brightly at you through his dark eyes. Being this close to him, you could smell his scent. A rich musky smell, paired with motor oil and a fresh, tangy cologne. Somehow it reminded you of past summers, driving in a convertible through green forests, with no worries on your mind.
Before one of you could say something, Garrett pops into the kitchen and breaks the moment. He didn’t see you outright as Logan’s giant form overshadowed yours.
“Listen, I know you said to chill but if I see them make out ONE MORE TIME, I’m going to-“ he rambled, obviously loosing his cool over Hannah and Justin. He only stopped when he saw you peeking out behind Logan. The fury written clearly on his face was hidden quickly behind a stonewall of emotions, smoothing his features.
You turned around, trying to look busy. Logan cleared his throat and put his arm on Garrett’s shoulder. You didn’t want to be in the middle of this conversation but somehow you thought leaving would be much more awkward. Also, you liked talking to Logan and didn’t want to leave just yet.
“G, give her time. I’m sure she’ll come around again, she just-“ Logan tried to assure him. It seems like your suspicions were confirmed true: Hannah and Garrett’s breakup was anything but mutual; and Garrett wasn’t happy about it at all.
“I just don’t get it. Why him?” Garrett uttered, voice deep and low. “She rejected him once, why now?”
That’s bad. You were definitely intruding now, seeing the hurt flashing through the cracks of his outer mask. Even worse, you thought him mesmerizing like this. The hardened but broken man, heartbrokenly trying to win her back all while watching her cozying up to someone else.
The drink in your hand was more or less gone in minutes. The awkwardness felt suffocating but electrifying at the same time and without anything to do for your hands, you drank. You at least blamed the drink for what you did next.
“Maybe you could try to-“ Logan had started.
“What about jealousy?” you interrupted. Garrett and Logan both stopped in their tracks and turned their heads towards you. You felt the tips of your ears heating up at their attention.
“What?” Garrett asked, slightly irritated. You saw the gears in Logan’s head turning, trying to figure out what you mean.
“I mean, you’re jealous” you stated the obvious. “But that’s probably not going to cut it.”
For a moment, neither said anything. Garrett was looking at you, his dark eyes burning into your very soul. Logan’s eyes were switching between you and Garrett before he got what you were hinting at. “That could work,” he said quietly.
Garrett kept looking at you, urging you to go on. “Have you tried the old faithful of ‘make her jealous’? You know, hooking up or making out with another person while she sees?”
His face went slack. “How the fuck did I not think of this? That’s exactly what we-“ he groaned and ran a hand through his hair.
“And if this doesn’t make her jealous, then you at least know where you’re at with her” Logan added insightfully before mouthing a silent ‘thank you’ in your direction. “Let’s talk strategy.”
Before you got caught up in their strategizing, you silently made your way to the kitchen door. You were hoping to catch Logan later on alone again, maybe you could finish your talk then. Until then, you wanted to dance and let the pent up energy from the conversation drift from your body. Yet as you were leaving, you felt a pair of eyes following your every step. And that thought alone send waves of excitement down your belly.
The next hour went by without you noticing. The music was great and you hadn’t been off the dance floor once. Your drink had been empty before you even joined the others to dance but the vibes were too good to leave to get another one.
As the time had fallen by, so did most of people’s inhibitions. You were sure you saw a couple dry-humping on the couch. So you shouldn’t have been surprised when you were invited to some drunken drink or dare by Dean, one of the hosts.
“Aren’t we a little too old for that?” you laughed at his invitation. His smile turned into a grin.
“See for yourself,” he said, the glint in his eye promising a morning of regrets. Contrary to what you wanted to belief, your interest was sparked. So you followed him into the smaller room, where others were already sitting in a circle and talking with each other.
You could still hear the music, even if a little dulled, but the air felt much less stuffy. Many of the faces around you didn’t recognize, but Logan’s and even Garrett’s face caught your eyes. The energy that led you to accept Dean’s invitation made you walk over to them and sit down beside Logan.
His eyes had found you the moment you walked in and did not leave once. “I was hoping to catch you again tonight.”
“I did too.” you whispered, hoping the blush wouldn’t be too visible in dim light of the room. “How is the plan moving forwards?”
“Actually, this is part one. Garrett told Dean, and this is what Dean came up with, “ Logan explained quietly. He had leaned in for confidentiality, but then his warm breath hit the lobe of your ear and the side of your neck. A shudder ran down your back – and then you felt your nipples stiffen beneath your bra.
Your breath hitched and want spread throughout your entire body. How did he have this big of an effect on you in such a short time?
Thankfully, you were distracted from the growing heat in your lower stomach by Dean’s booming voice stating the game’s rules.
They were simple: someone spins a bottle and you get a dare. Either you do it, or you drink a shot. Easy.
Or so you thought.
At first, there were a few kisses and the typical dares. But as the shots continued to be poured, the people got even bolder as did the dares. For a while, you were spared and just watched. Until it was Dean’s turn to spin the bottle, and it landing on you.
“I dare you- “he faked thinking about it for longer than a second, “- to kiss me.”
A pretty tame dare for Dean who had dared another guy to give a lapdance to one of the girls. You didn’t mind it. He was a pretty renowned guy after all.
You shrugged your shoulders and leaned over to him. Realistically, he would peck you on the lips and the game would move on. But when your face was close to his, he shot a quick glance behind you before his lips smashed onto yours.
His hands cradled your head while he pleasantly assaulted your mouth with his tongue. You moved in sync, your tongue less dominant but still exploring and diving into the kiss. Your hands wandered into his hands, pulling him slightly tighter. Everything felt hot and heavy. Even though something was missing, it still was one hell of a kiss.
You broke apart, both grinning. Dean’s hair was a mess, but he didn’t seem to mind. And again, his eyes flicked to something behind you.
“My turn now,” you said a little breathlessly. The bottle spun and landed on...Dean again?
“You can dare me to kiss you again,” he teased with a wink of his eye.
“Keep dreaming,” you shook your head. “I dare you to … kiss Logan.”
Logan was staring daggers at your side, but you just sent him a playful smile back. He laughed and gave in when Dean approached his place. “Keep your tongue inside yourself or I might bite it.”
“Such a kinky guy, didn’t know you had it in you. I dig it” he retorted, a devilish smile on his face. While Dean did not go all in unlike with you, he still put on a nice show. Pretty sure you saw a tongue somewhere in there.
Soon, Logan broke off the kiss and laughed when Dean motioned a call-me sign in his direction afterwards.
A few rounds passed before you were hit again. This time, indirectly. The bottle had landed on Logan. A guy whose name you had already forgotten again, thought about a dare when Dean leaned close to him and whispered something in his ear.
“Logan, I dare you to make out with the her, “ he said and pointed at you. The wave of excitement hit you squarely in the head. You desperately wanted to feel his lips on yours, wanted to see if the taste of his lips matched the numbingly smell of him.
His eyes met yours, and you swore you saw the same heat behind his gaze that sure as hell was in yours. Yet instead of fulfilling the dare, he took the shot.
The blatant objection stung hard and cold. Had you really read the situation wrong? Had you come on to strong? The feeling in your stomach was indescribable. This time, your cheek heated up with embarrassment.
Dean, with the ever calculating eyes and the mischievous grin on his face, leaned over again and whispered something.
The guy cleared his throat. “The dare was denied, so the bottle spins again. Next person will get the same dare.”
While the bottle spun, Dean’s voice piped up. “By the way, there’s a new rule: Once a dare is denied, the same dare can’t be deferred again.”
Means, whoever the bottle lands on, has to fulfill it.
The bottle slowed.
Then stilled in front of…
…Garrett.
You looked at Garrett with big eyes. He had kissed a few of the girls here, except Hannah who always took a shot when it was her turn. Until now, his plan did not work well. So you wondered whether he would just get up and finish the game now, or if he would try and fulfill the dare.
You didn’t know what to hope for.
His hands floated over the shot. Eyes flicking between you, the door and Hannah. Hannah, who was pressed flush against the Justin’s side. Something in Garrett’s eyes shifted.
With his finger, he motioned for you to come to him. There was a warmth forming inside your body at the motion. You crawled to him, past Logan and his clenched jaw. Garrett’s gaze was wandering from your eyes to your mouth and back. Being this close to him flooded your nose with his smell – a mixture of an expensive cologne paired with the memories of a crackling fire and a dash of cinnamon.
Both of you leaned in slowly. You didn’t expect a big show like with Dean but Garrett barely gave you more than two pecks, before leaning back.
There was this feeling of rejection again, nibbling at your confidence.
Dean wasn’t feeling it either.
“Is that what you call a good old make out session, Graham? What was that? Did you leave your manhood at the door?” he hollered, goading him.
“Or maybe, you’ve been single too long and forgotten how to-” Dean continued teasing.
To your surprise, Garrett took the bait. He looked at you, gaze burning with emotions and a single question. Logan hadn’t said anything, but you felt his stare boring into you nevertheless. You only gave a small nod before all hell broke loose.
His hands were on the back of your head, pulling you in. Your lips met crashing, teeth clashing. It would’ve hurt you if he didn’t kiss you so damn good. You were breathless in mere seconds, but he didn’t give you time to catch your breath.
Garrett’s lips were soft and unrelenting. He bit your lip carefully and took the chance when you opened it in surprise to deepen the kiss.
Your hands were in his hair and when you pulled it a little by accident, one of his hands went from your neck to the small of your back. With a sharp tuck, you were pressed flush against his body. The sudden movement made you open your eyes which you didn’t even remember closing in the first place.
What you saw, only made you hotter than you already were. Logan was staring at you, eyes darkened with jealousy and want. You saw his hands folded tightly into fists while he tried to compose himself. But his breathing was betraying him – you could see the sharp and shallow breaths in the rise of his chest.
He could have been in Garrett’s place. So know, he’ll get a show to remember.
You felt the hardened muscles beneath Garrett’s thin shirt. His skin was hot against yours, burning pleasurably. Somehow he deepened the kiss even more, pressing you to him harder. Your heart was beating like a colibri inside your ribcage and warmth started pooling between your legs. Your stiff buds were rubbing against his steeled chest and pleasure was building up fast.
He bit your lip once again, only this time you felt a sighed moan escaping. It was quiet enough for only those in close proximity to hear, but a subtle twitch from Garrett was reaction enough. Now, you could hear Logan’s breathing getting faster.
You’ve never been this turned on before. Judging by the way Garrett’s breathing had changed and how you could feel him twitching against you, he was too.
Before things escalated to a point of no return, the two of you broke apart. His eyes were glazed over, mirroring yours for sure. Your chest was heaving heavily, still constricted by Garrett’s steel-like grip around your body. There was a moment of silence, before someone broke through the charged atmosphere.
“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m hard as fuck now. So, I’ll better get to it” Dean said cheerily and stood, a girl in tow. After him, Hannah left too. She seemed visibly affected, so there was a big chance Logan’s plan had worked out in the end.
You didn’t dare looking at Garrett, so you just went out and found an empty bathroom on the upper floor to cool off. Your head still wasn’t completely on this realm, so you were quite surprised when the door opened up while you let cool water run down your wrists. Rattled and turned on as you were, you forgot to lock the door.
Garrett had entered the bathroom, unsurprised of finding you there. He purposely had gone after you.
“What are you doing? I thought the plan worked?” you asked perplexed. His pupils were blown wide, his eyes dangerously dark in the low light.
“Mostly,” he said, voice deep and rough. “See Hannah, she’s smart. We need a finishing move, so to say, or she’ll call my bluff.”
He moved closer, but you only noticed once he stood directly in front. You could feel his breath fanning over your flushed face. “A finishing move? What does that even mean?”
Garrett didn’t answer, he just watched you. The dots connected almost immediately in your mind. “You want me to fuck you? Here, in this bathroom?”
He laughed, but you only shook your head. “Do I look like a hooker? A little fun is nice and all, but-“
“Geez, we don’t need to actually fuck, we could just –“ he waited for you to listen to him, “ continue what we started. Make some noise, you know.”
You looked dumbfounded at him. This wasn’t happening right now. Your mind went straight back to all the things he did with you and with each passing second, you felt hotter with want. He watched you processing his proposal, watched you squirm your thighs together. Then, he delivered the knockout argument.
He leaned in close, his lips barely brushing your ear as he spoke. “You were enjoying it, and I know you felt that I did too. Besides, if you do this, there is no chance in the world that Logan could keep his hands to himself anymore.”
“You should have seen him, restraining himself so hard while you enjoyed rubbing yourself against me – the girl he’d been talking about for months”
Something about the way he said all of that – so dirty and rotten – went straight to your pussy. You imagined how worked up Logan could get, hearing you and Garrett hook up, not knowing you would only pretend.
You nodded, sealing the deal.
“Now, don’t hold back any of these sweet moans,” he murmured, before pushing your body against the tiled wall and capturing your lips passionately. The kiss was as sloppy and hot as before making your mind feel deliciously numb. He deepened it quickly, pressing his body to yours. You could only grab him tightly, hoping to not drown in him.
While he kept your mouth busy, his hands had a mind on their own. One wandered down your back, resting just above the swell off your ass. The other went down your front, brushing lightly the side of your breast without touching the hardened bud in the middle. You sighed into his mouth as the pleasure started building.
Hearing your sigh, he brushed his hand upwards again. This time, closer to your nipple. His reward was a quiet moan, but he didn’t seem satisfied. He grabbed a handful of your ass, pushing your swollen pussy hard against the tent in his pants and simultaneously brushed his hand finally over the stiff peak poking through your shirt.
The loud, sultry moan that escapes you coaxed a satisfied smile out of him.
Now, his other hand went down to your ass and cupped it. Mostly from reflex you put your legs up, crossing them behind his back. Garrett was now lifting your whole body with his arms, and he didn’t even to struggle. In that position, you could feel his cock twitching against your core. For all his talk, he didn’t seem unaffected.
He left your mouth and kissed down your jaw, until he found the spot under your ear that made you moan and sucked. Hard.
As if he pushed the reset button, your brain stopped working.
Your hips started bucking against his groin, seeking any kind of sweet relief while you moaned into the silence. Hearing you moan and feeling your heat rubbing against his aching length, short circuited his brain until he started meeting your hips halfway.
Suddenly, Garrett changed his grip on you. He was now holding your body with one arm, pressing you tightly against the now warm tiles and used the other to cradle your face. His fingers pushed your head to side gently. “Open your eyes,” he whispered, voice pressed from restraint.
You did as you were told. There he stood like Garrett promised, barely restraining himself – Logan.
The tension in the room skyrocketed the moment your brain caught on. It didn’t stop Garrett from grinding into you, grabbing you and sucking on your neck. Yet Logan’s eyes not once left yours. Instead he held your gaze, forcing you to look at him when another moan inevitably broke from your lips.
Logan’s eyes darkened visibly. But he had yet to do something – either to waste this opportunity or to make his move.
“Decided to join, Logan?” Garrett teased breathlessly. “For a second I thought you wouldn’t show.”
“Heard her even downstairs, kinda hard to ignore,” he responded, his voice clipped and low. You should feel embarrassed by his words, but they almost made you moan louder.
“Please,” you pressed deliriously.
“Hear that? She’s desperate for you, has been eyeing you up and down all night.” Garrett groaned. “Even agreed to this so you couldn’t help yourself anymore, isn’t that right?”
You nodded in answer, the conversation spurning you on. Logan was struggling now, barely holding on. Garrett needed to go to the final hit to break his restraint. “Last chance, man. If you don’t want her, don’t blame me for taking what’s served. She may even forget who she wanted in the first place."
He enunciated every word with a slow stroke of his hands against your breast, brushing over your nipples. You felt the coils wound tighter in your belly with every stroke.
Seeing you almost come undone after hearing those words tipped Logan over the edge. Finally.
He edged closer until you felt the heat radiating from his skin. Garrett let you down and turned you until your backside was pressed into him, before snaking a hand to the front to caress your breasts.
Logan’s hand carefully started touching your arm, leaving a burning trace behind were his finger met your bare skin. You almost whined out loud, when you could feel his breath fanning over your swollen lips. “Please-“
When his lips finally met yours, he kissed you like a man starved. He devoured you, until there was nothing left. There was no restraint left when his hips ground into you, his throbbing length seeking desperately for some relief. With Garrett caressing you from behind and sucking at the sensitive points on your neck, and Logan assaulting your lips and brushing over your swollen clit with his clothed cock, you started to come undone.
“Don’t stop, please – I’m a-almost-“ you stuttered, struggling to form a coherent sentence.
As soon as you said that, both men suddenly stopped. The high you’ve been on, instantly died down like water being taken off the heat after almost boiling. “Wha- Why?”
“Not like this,” Logan whispered and lifted you up as if you weighted nothing. He communicated wordlessly with Garrett, thanks to their yearlong friendship. You couldn’t recall how you got to Logan’s room, you only recall him kissing you while carrying you and Garrett’s hungry eyes watching you. Once the three of you had entered his room, Garrett didn’t immediately come in.
He stood in the door, watching how Logan laid you down on his bed and licking a thin stripe from your cleavage to the bruises starting to form on your neck. You felt feverish with overstimulation and lust, so you just held out your hand to him. “Come here.”
Your words prompted Logan to turn his attention away from you for a moment and towards the situation. Garrett’s eyes found his, assessing him, and he nodded with a devilish smile. Dangerously slow and calculated, Garrett closed the door and locked it.
Logan was pinning you down into the mattress, while his fingers made quick work on the buttons of your top. Garrett was sitting down onto a chair, getting comfortable to watching you get undressed. His hands were laying idle on his straining groin, adjusting it once and again.
As you motioned to sit up to undo your bra, Garrett chimed in. “Let him do it.”
He watched Logan do as he’s told. Once your breasts were freed from their cage, Logan didn’t waste a single breath. He kissed from your ear, down to your jaw and across your throat. Then, his lips continued south. His tongue licked a thin stripe around each nipple, not yet touching either of them.
You moaned quietly, your head falling to the side in pleasure. Garrett was still watching, with one hand gripping onto the armrest of the chair and the other beneath the waistband of his pants – stroking himself almost lazily. The view made you wet, soaking your panties.
Logan’s tongue had travelled farther down, peppering kisses right over edge of where your underwear started and then traveled back up. His lips closed around one of your nipples and with a softness you hadn’t expected, he bit and sucked at the peaked bud. His hands were encircling the other nipple, pinching it gently while pressing himself closer to you.
You felt your orgasm building up, the continued stimulation enough to almost getting you over the edge.
“She’s close again,“ Garrett mumbled from the side. Logan released your nipple with a soft plop, the sound alone dirty enough for you to moan. You couldn’t think anymore. Without any release, you were reduced to a wretched puddle of lust.
“Think she could come like this?” Logan breathed.
Garrett watched you intently, still stroking himself but with a slight glazed look in his eyes. “Definitely.”
Logan’s hand fingered with the buttons of your pants, unzipping them for easier access. His fingers traced lightly over the material of your panties, when a loud moan broke out from him. “Fuck G, she’s so wet already.”
His cock was straining against the fabric of his pants and you saw him twitch hard when he touched you. Garrett breathed in sharply at Logan’s outburst. “Get her out of these.”
When at last laid on the bed, down to your underwear, only then Logan started to pull at his shirt. You had guessed it from the way he carried you effortlessly around, but seeing it was somewhat different: Logan was built. Smooth skin stretched over broad shoulders and his biceps flexed with every movement. He used them to pull you towards the edge of the bed, putting your legs around his shoulders as he knelt down between your legs. His face was directly in front of your soaked panties and with a sudden wave of embarrassment, you pushed your knees together.
“No need to be shy. You can relax,” Garrett said, his voice soothing your nerves. “Look at me.”
You relaxed your legs and let Logan part them gently. With no rush, he pressed kisses to the inside of your thigh. Slowly and deliberately. Your eyes flicked back to Garrett, who was looking back at you feverishly. His hands were stroking faster now and he had lost his shirt.
Both of them were professional athletes, but where Logan was built for strength, Garrett was built for agility. His chest and stomach were chiseled, arms and shoulder bulging with muscles. The sight of both of them made your mouth water.
While you admired Garrett, Logan spoke softly between each kiss.
“I wish I hadn’t took the shot earlier, could’ve had this much sooner.”
“Then why did you?”
“You forget that while Logan is very pretty, he can be decently stupid sometimes,” Garrett added for him. “I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out already.”
As if in response to Garrett, Logan bit into the soft flesh of your thigh. Not hard, but enough for you to feel his remorse. “If I had done the dare and make out with you, I knew I couldn’t have stopped.”
He stopped to kiss you again, his nose almost brushing the wet fabric of your panties. He grabbed the edges of your underwear.
“I would have taken you then and there, until there’s nothing left inside that pretty head of yours except my name.”
With that, he pulled them down and his face sunk into the space between your legs. His tongue found your clit almost instantly, licking it up and circling it with continues moves. Your orgasm was around the corner, you could feel yourself approaching the edge quickly.
Your pussy was throbbing with each lick. When your eyes found Garrett’s, he swore silently and his breathing became shallower. Logan’s hand reached out to yours, not stopping his excruciating slow and steady pace, and guided it to his head. You understood and weaved your hand into his silky hair, pulling and pushing him softly. He groaned against your wet folds, sending vibrations straight to your clit.
You saw the edge, you felt yourself standing on it and almost tipping over. But something was missing. “Please…almost-“ you begged, not knowing for what exactly but Logan understood you without words. One hand reached up to caress your nipple while the other snuck around your thigh, locking you in place. With another lustful groan, he sucked on your clit and simultaneously pinched your nipple.
“Fuck Logan, she’s cumming.”
The pleasure was overflowing and send you finally over the edge. Your orgasm hit you hard, tears were falling from your eyes at the overstimulating sensation. Logan didn’t relent on your clit, even when your thighs threaten to smother him. You had been wound up so tight for so long, you felt another orgasm approaching again.
“Let go for me baby, I know you can do it again” Logan mumbled drunkenly, his eyes glazed over completely. His deep baritone mixed with the pet name and his plea was enough. You felt the coils inside of you bursting again with such might, you feared to pass out.
Perhaps you did, because when you opened your eyes you saw Logan hovering over you and wiping his mouth with his arm. Garrett had left his place in the chair and sat down between your legs. His pants were still painfully tight around his crotch, but now they exhibited a small wet patch from where his precum leaked.
You licked your lips at the imagined taste, wanting to feel every vein of his cock on your tongue. Before it was his turn, you wanted to return the favor to Logan.
Pushing at his chest until he laid down in front, you kneeled between his legs. You kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue and made your way down his chest. A small trail of hair leading under the waistband showed you the way to your destination. Garrett was caressing from behind again, grabbing at your ass and pulling your hair back.
As you opened the buttons of Logan’s jeans, his hand went to get ahold of yours. “You don’t have to-“
“But I desperately want to. Please,“ you pleaded, the aftermaths of your orgasms still running through your system. “Let me taste you.”
Your words worked more than well, his dick jumping at the mere promise. Pushing his jeans down, you revealed his straining underwear. He was big, bigger than you anticipated.
You palmed him through the fabric, until his precum soaked through the light fabric. Logan was groaning at the contact, his cock growing even harder. You went to free him as you felt something tingling your thighs. Looking down, you saw Garrett’s face right beneath your still throbbing and sensitive pussy.
“Sit,” he whispered barely audible. When you hesitated, he grabbed your hips and pulled you onto him. His arms locked you in place, making it impossible to hover above him. You hoped he would tap out before he suffocated, but knowing how ambitious he is you knew he wouldn’t.
Unlike Logan, he licked you slow and lazily. Long and wide strokes, flicking your clit occasionally. The pleasure built more slowly like this. You turned your attention back to Logan whose cock leaked pearly white drops of precum all over in anticipation.
“You were so good to me, making me cum twice before I even touched you,” you purred. You grabbed his twitching dick gently into your hands, pumping him once, twice. The reaction was immediate. He moaned and threw his arm over his face, pure bliss in his eyes.
The view turned you on even more. Mimicking his action, you took his arm from his face and put his hand into your hair. Slowly you sank down to his leaking head, your tongue licking a small stripe from the base upwards. His taste was rich and only slightly salty. Wetting your lips you licked around the tip, eliciting a drawn out moan from him. His grip in your hair went tighter, slightly pulling at it.
You couldn’t hold back anymore, the pleasure in you was building faster now and you really wanted to see Logan come undone. You closed your lips around his shaft, taking him as deep as you could. He didn’t even fit remotely, so you used your other hand on the bottom half that you couldn’t reach.
You started bobbing up and down, hollowing out your cheeks. He became bolder with his hand in your hair, pushing you down faster or pulling you up to slow down. His moans became in sync with you as Garrett strokes became quicker and harder, bringing you closer and closer to the edge again.
You started riding his face unapologetically, chasing your high. Judging by his moans and tight grip on your hips, he enjoyed it himself. As Logan got close, he tightened his grip on your hair and started fucking your face. Yet as he was dangerously close, he suddenly pulled away and swiped with his finger over your lips where saliva and precum were dripping down your chin.
Before you could protest, Garrett suddenly stuck his tongue inside of you and started fucking you with it. His fingers rubbed circles across your swollen clit. Your head fell back and a few seconds later with a hard flick of your bud, you came crying. Logan cradled your face, wiping the tears away and praising you.
You slowly came down from the high and despite cumming several times, something was still missing. Like the last piece of the puzzle that’s needed to complete it. You didn’t feel … fulfilled yet.
Only problem: your endurance wasn’t up to par with the stamina of the two athletes next to you. Thankfully, they both didn’t mind manhandling you a little bit.
They put you on your back. Logan was kissing you until you felt lightheaded, tongue swirling around yours. You felt Garrett nibbling at your breasts, sucking on the hardened buds and cupping them gently. His hands traveled south, slowly palming th mound between your legs. He didn’t directly target your clit, so the building pleasure felt duller but more suave.
When quiet sighs turned to soft moans, he coated a finger in your juices and pushed it gently inside. Another two followed once you got used to the sensation. Soon he was pumping in and out of you, preparing you for the both of them.
“You’re doing so good, taking what we give you,” Logan breathed between kisses.
“I think she’s ready now,” Garrett noted. They exchanged a glance, once again communicating without words. Logan stepped forwards and settled in front of you.
“Turn around for me, baby” he whispered and you followed. Once your ass was facing him, he gave it a soft slap. You moaned at the slight pain. It felt exciting with the building pleasure in your belly. He caressed your cheeks, before gripping your hips.
You felt him dragging his tip through your wet folds, making you whine with need.
He had mercy with you as he pushed you down onto the mattress, your ass still high in the air, and slowly pushed himself into your heat. You felt deliciously stretched, and his moans only fueled your needs.
“Fuck Graham, she’s so tight.”
“Yeah? I bet she’s already throbbing.”
Indeed you were, thanks to their dirty talk. The coils in your belly almost snapped once Logan bottomed out inside of you. Never have you felt this stretched and filled before. You begged him to move, already chasing that high again.
He swore under his breath. Too slow, he pulled out inch for inch. “Baby, you feel too good-“
For a few moments he pushed and pulled slowly in an out of you, hitting a sensitive spot with every push from this position. You whined and begged him to move faster, tears of need flowing freely from your face.
Suddenly, Garrett kneeled in front of you. His aching length sprang free from his boxers, begging to be licked and sucked. You looked at him, askingly. He nodded shortly, his eyes dark as the night.
“I’m going to fuck you know, alright?” Logan more stated than asked. You barely nodded before he rammed himself inside you fully, possible bruising your cervix. You cried out, the pleasure too strong for you to articulate.
With renewed vigor, you took Garrett’s now leaking cock happily in your mouth. You were sucking and moaning on it, until he swore loudly. His hand grabbed your hair and put it into a messy ponytail to have a better grip on it. You could feel him losing his restraint with you, so you tried to relax your throat. Once he noticed what you were doing, he tightened his grasp on you and started fucking your face.
Spit and precum was mixing and dripping from your mouth, but this only turned him on more. “Your mouth feels so fucking good – “
You moaned again, feeling the edge creep closer. Logan was hitting the spot perfectly over and over. You felt his tip slipping in and out, every vein giving you another wave of pleasure. His hand reached under you, rubbing your clit in tight circles.
His breathing came shallow and quick – he was close too.
“You’re so close, I can feel it,” he pressed. “Give me one more, let me hear your sweet moans once more-“
And that was everything it took. You came undone once more, moaning loudly onto Garrett’s cock, taking him down with you. His hips stuttered with the intensity of your orgasm, losing his rhythm. He fucked your face once more, before he buried himself in your mouth and spilling his hot cum down your throat, watching you through glazed eyes swallowing everything eagerly.
But Logan wasn’t finished with you. He was still rubbing your overstimulated clit, trying to coax you into cumming one last time.
“I can’t” you whined, but the moan that followed betrayed your words. His thrusts became even harder. “ You can, one last for me baby.”
With the pleasure still high from your orgasm, it took not more than three precise thrusts for you to fall apart on Logan’s cock one last time. This time, he followed you. He swore loudly and praised you mindlessly while your pussy throbbed around him, milking him for every last drop until you felt him dripping out of you.
Together, the three of you lay in Logan’s much-too-small bed, trying to come down from these mindblowing orgasms.
You felt your eyelids getting heavy with exhaustion, but one thing was still burning in your mind.
“Garrett, what about Hannah?”
Garrett laughed silently, the tiredness catching up to him too. “She left, before I even followed you into that bathroom.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” answered Logan.
For a moment, nobody said anything.
“So…“ you broke the silence with a yawn, cuddling closer to Logan, “Does that mean we could try this again sometimes?”