This Is Love (Evermore University #2)

28. Rya

28

RYA

My heart hammers in my chest. Being caught between these two men in the most delicious way possible is nothing I will ever complain about. The way they make me feel is beyond anything I’ve experienced before. Two sets of lips, two pairs of hands all over me. Two muscular men whose sole mission is to make me feel good. And help me forget the hell of the last few hours and how I let myself down.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Logan whispers. “Every part of you.”

I shudder, taking in his words and forcing myself to believe he means what he says. He’s never lied to me—would never—so I accept what he’s saying. Warmth blooms in my chest and flows throughout my body.

Logan’s eyes are alight with fire as he slips his fingers under the fabric of my half-removed leotard. He slides the material over my ass and down my thighs, bringing my dance tights and underwear with it.

While he’s helping me step from my clothing, Jaxon’s busy winding his arms around me, cocooning me in his warmth. He runs his strong, rough hands over my quickly heating skin, touching every bit of me he can reach. “We’re going to show you why you’re our girl. And why we’re never letting you go.” His husky voice in my ear sends a shiver right through my body.

Logan reaches back, dragging his shirt off in one smooth motion, and my eyes follow every bit of his movement as his muscles bunch and flex. And then he sinks to his knees before me. “Never want you to question for a goddamn second the lengths we’d go to for you. I want to make you understand how much we need you. Rya, you’re so fucking sweet and kind. And look at how we’re wrapped around your pretty little finger. Got us all twisted up over you.” He takes my ankle, lifting it straight upward, and before I can understand what he’s doing, Jaxon hooks his hand under my knee, holding me steady.

I easily stand on one leg, and my face flushes as I think to myself that I’ve been training all my life for this moment. Deep in my core, my body throbs, my arousal heightening with every second that passes. I’m so wet, I know Logan will be able to see how turned-on I am, and that has another wave of heat hitting my cheeks.

Logan’s gaze drops to my pussy, now fully exposed to him. Gruffly, he grits out, “Hold her there.”

Jaxon lets out a throaty groan as he nips at my ear and massages one of my breasts with his free hand. “You got it.”

I tremble in anticipation, but I don’t have to wait long. In the next moment, Logan’s hands have moved to the juncture of my thighs, his thumbs sliding through my arousal. I begin to pant because I know what he’s about to do with Jaxon supporting me. He meets my gaze, his pale-blue eyes piercing mine as his tongue flicks out, first circling my clit, then lapping at my flesh.

I shudder at the sensations rolling through me, and my head drops back against Jaxon’s shoulder. His mouth ravages mine for a moment, but then he pulls away to whisper huskily against my lips, “Feel good, pretty girl? Logan can do some pretty wicked things with that tongue of his. But you know what, you need to watch what he’s doing to you. You’re so sexy.”

As if Logan were expecting that commentary, he spears that devilish tongue of his deep within me, and I let out a whimper as my body riots. I gasp, clutching at Jaxon for support, though I don’t truly need to because he’s already holding me tightly.

It’s a good thing he’s got me, because Logan licks me from slit to clit, then closes his mouth over me and sucks. My body is outright shaking now, and one ragged breath after another trips from my lips as bliss, hot and potent, streams through my veins. I hardly know what to do with myself, trapped as I am between these men and their roaming mouths and hands.

At my back, Jaxon’s hard-on is like a brand, claiming me. The feel of him sears my skin, and my body shakes at the knowledge of where this might be going with the three of us. My standing leg trembles hard, and I wonder how much more of this I can handle.

Jaxon’s hand slips down, and before I know what’s happening, he’s rubbing my clit in swift, sure circles. “Rya, you want Logan to finger fuck you while I play with your clit?” A rush of heat slams into me, leaving me gasping and pink-cheeked.

I nod, staring down at Logan, breathless. “Do it,” I moan, the words coming out ragged and needy. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

There’s no hesitation on his part—one second, I’m aching to have him fill me and the next, two fingers slip inside me. And he doesn’t stop there. He inserts a third finger, stroking all of them in and out of my pussy. Oh god. It feels so good . One breath after another heaves from my chest as they bring me closer to the edge. This is the sweetest torment. “I— I can’t. I’m?—”

“I want you gushing all over my face, Rya. Give it to me. Give me fucking everything.” Logan’s tongue and lips are everywhere, like an animal, he sucks and licks anything he can get at. The two of them work me in tandem, handing me a one-way ticket to nirvana.

As my body begins to quake in earnest, my orgasm hovering on the horizon, a rough chuckle tears from Jaxon’s lips, and when I look down, I find Logan has taken Jaxon’s fingers into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around before letting them go with a wet pop, his lips curving into a teasing smirk.

God, they’re hot . A moment later, the heavy tension in my abdomen coils tightly, then snaps as my release begins to unfurl within me. Starting at my core and moving outward, bliss drenches each of my senses. My pussy throbs, and my body attempts to buck against Logan’s mouth and fingers, but he holds me steady as I cry out, the waves of pleasure rolling through me.

“She’s squeezing the hell out of my fingers. I fucking love it.”

“That’s our girl,” Jaxon whispers. And then he makes me completely fall apart when he rasps roughly, “Logan, you’d better lick up every drop of that. Don’t waste it.”

Logan’s pale eyes burn hot as he looks up at both of us, groaning low in his chest as he laves over every hypersensitive bit of my skin, making me squirm. I’m still reeling from the orgasm when he rises to his feet.

Jaxon lets go of my leg, and Logan pulls my naked body against him. He crushes his mouth to mine, bringing with it the taste of me on his tongue. It makes me more than a little wild, the kiss something carnal—dirty in the best way. “Good girl, Rya.” His lips brush mine as those words feather over them. Pleasure washes through me at his praise. Logan’s pale blues are hot on me, and my gaze follows his as it shifts to Jaxon.

He stands by the bed, shirtless. My heart gives an almost violent lurch as, staring boldly at me, he flicks open the button on his jeans and drags the zipper down. With a raise of his brows, he beckons to me with a curl of a few fingers.

My chest jerks in anticipation, and I reach for him, slowly tugging his pants from his hips. Swallowing hard, I glance down as I free his cock. It juts from his groin, and it does something to me, knowing that soon he’ll be pushing inside me, filling my body.

“His dick is begging for us to touch him,” Logan rasps, taking my hand in his and wrapping it around Jaxon’s length. His cock is hot and hard, and I release a stuttered exhale as, together, we stroke him.

“F-fuuuck,” comes Jaxon’s stuttered oath. His jaw tightens, dark eyes watching every move we make. After a few moments, with his breath heaving from him, Jaxon grabs Logan by the back of the neck and yanks him close. Their lips crash together, the meeting of their mouths primal in nature—so rough and savage it blows my mind.

It’s clear these two share something neither was expecting—and it’s more than just the physical aspect of their relationship. I can see it in the way they interact. And now that they’re no longer antagonizing one another at every turn, it’s evident they actually like being together. What they have is very different from the relationship I have with them. From the start, I’ve known that they both give me things I need. They see me . But against all odds, they’ve found something they need in each other, too. It makes my heart so fucking happy.

For who knows how long, I must have been off in my head, because all of a sudden, Jaxon and Logan are urging me closer, and Jaxon sits, kicking his jeans the rest of the way off. Logan grasps me by the waist and lifts me to straddle Jaxon’s waist.

All the breath whooshes from my lungs at the intimate skin-on-skin contact, but I don’t have a second to think about it because Jaxon immediately draws me close, sampling my lips. He groans, the rumble a desperate vibration in his chest. His heart beats hard against mine.

In the moments Jaxon spends kissing me, I’m so swept away I hardly pay any attention to what Logan is doing until a strangled sound erupts from Jaxon’s lips. At the outburst, I push up, staring down at him. His eyes have this fucking amazing, dazed look to them, and I have to know what’s causing it.

Jaxon grits out, “Motherfucker. Jesus. Fuck, yes.” And he’s moving underneath me, kinda thrusting. “Her too,” he grunts.

My eyes widen as I turn my head to find Logan standing behind me, a small bottle of lube in one hand and in the other, Jaxon’s cock. I follow his rhythmic movements, mesmerized, both by the wicked gleam in Logan’s eye, but also by the muttered curses he continues to pull from Jaxon.

I only have a few seconds to enjoy the show because Logan shifts gears quickly, slick fingers caressing me, before a few slip inside my pussy. My mouth drops open, and I let out a choked gasp. Jaxon’s fingers join in the onslaught, rubbing my clit, until I think I’m going to go out of my mind. “Oh. Oh god. F-fuuuck.” I can hardly find it in me to breathe, much less get coherent words out.

“You gonna ride me, pretty girl?” Jaxon’s eyes shift between me and Logan, and I hurriedly nod, shifting as he grips my hips. His eyes become unfocused again, but this time, I know exactly why. Logan’s got Jaxon’s dick in his hand, rubbing the head along my slit and tempting both of us at once.

And then, Jaxon is pushing inside me—only it’s not so much pushing as it is fucking gliding . It’s the lube. Holy shit. Everything is extremely slick, his cock moving in and out of me with ease. He groans. “Fuck. Your pussy is like a dream.”

It feels so good, I can’t find the words to express myself, even though I want to say something in return. The most that comes out of my mouth is little gasps and moans.

Logan leans in, practically sandwiching me between them. I turn my head, drinking of his lips like I’m wandering the desert in desperate need of water. His tongue coaxes mine into a beautiful dance I never want to end. It’s almost overwhelming, accepting that these men both want me—and they’re willing to share me so they can have me, rather than duking it out like I was so sure would be the case weeks ago. He nips at my lip before pulling away. He lets out a groan on an exhale as his hand runs down my back and cups my ass. “You’re stunning, Rya. So fucking gorgeous taking his cock.”

“Fuuuck,” Jaxon groans, panting as he reaches for my face, slicking his tongue over my lips. Eyes pinned on a location over my shoulder, he rasps, “Touch us,” before plunging deep into a heady kiss that robs my breath. I’m a live wire, simultaneously relaxing into Jaxon’s hold but also waiting anxiously for Logan to follow through with his stepbrother’s demand.

My breath hitches at the first feel of Logan caressing us, and I let loose a startled gasp when at least two of his fingers slide inside my body along with Jaxon’s cock. Wide-eyed, I stare at Jaxon, my entire being about to combust. “Oh shit. Oh my fuck.” It’s intense in such a good way. But it’s not so much that as the look of rapture on Jaxon’s face and the idea he’s enjoying Logan touching him so fucking much he’s panting and moaning with each stroke of his dick inside me.

Logan presses his mouth to my shoulder, whispering, “How’s that feel for you? You tell us how you want things to go. You’re in control.”

I look into Jaxon’s dark eyes, and he nods. “We’re here for you. What do you want, pretty girl?”

My heart beats frantically in my chest, a galloping, racing, stumbling thing that I swear I don’t have any control over any more than I can rein in the words that come flying out of my mouth. “I want you both. Inside me. All of us. Together.”