May (New Orleans #5)

CHAPTER 1

L ogan had done this with them a few times now. She didn’t have a policy against that, repeated encounters, but she did tend to only be with a woman – or, in this case, women – once or maybe twice if it had been good or if she was particularly desperate. These two were a couple, and they’d been together for a few years, long enough for them to both share with one another their desires to let others enter their bedroom. That was good for Logan because these women were hot and liked what she brought to the table. Neither of them was particularly on the butch side, so she guessed that when they were alone, they did a lot of switching in the bedroom. That was where Logan came in.

“God, yes,” Naomi moaned.

“Baby, you look so hot,” Naomi’s girlfriend, Zoey, said as she watched Logan pump in and out of Naomi with the strap-on she had not only brought but worn to their apartment as she stood in front of the bed.

This was what Logan was good at, not much else. She could make a woman come hard and have her begging for more. She could go all night, preferring the night to the day anyway since she didn’t go to sleep until around four in the morning most nights. That meant that while this would be Naomi’s first orgasm, it wouldn’t be her last, and Zoey would be next. She would be spreading her legs, waiting for Logan to move from her girlfriend to her, not caring that the dildo wouldn’t be washed first because she couldn’t handle waiting any longer for what she wanted.

It had been a month or so since Logan had last been with them, and she’d been with several women since then, making them come over and over again whenever she got the chance. Sometimes, she was one-and-done, which was usually only in public, when they were trying to keep their activities to themselves. She’d had a woman just the other night in a French Quarter bar, her legs spread against a wall in a dark corner, with Logan’s fingers buried between them, fucking her while she had her pressed to that wall, listening to the sounds she’d made in Logan’s ear. The woman had come within minutes, and Logan had left her standing there, with her mouth still open, to go wash her hands. She wasn’t sure what her name was, but Logan knew that she was a tourist whom she would never see again.

“Fuck, yes,” Naomi said.

Logan gripped Naomi’s hips hard and brought her back against her body, pushing her out a few inches and bringing her back in for more, letting the dildo reach deep inside her to take her closer and closer to the edge. Naomi and Zoey were both blissfully naked on their bed, while Logan only had her shirt and bra off but still had her jeans, which were unbuttoned and unzipped to let the toy out to play. She turned her head slightly to look at Zoey, who was already spreading her legs, ready for what Logan was about to give her.

“Touch yourself,” she demanded, not caring at all if it sounded too much like a command.

She knew that this was what these two wanted, someone to take charge and control, and Logan had no trouble delivering that. Earlier, she’d gotten a text that she probably shouldn’t have read while driving, but Zoey had asked her to come over if she was free. When Logan had parked, she’d texted back that she’d be there in an hour, so the door should be unlocked, and the two of them should be naked, wet, and ready. She’d then walked into their apartment and moved to where she had known she would find them, already on the bed kissing and gently touching one another, knowing they shouldn’t have gotten started without her.

They’d stopped, and she had met Naomi’s eyes first. The woman had nodded at her, and Logan had unzipped her jeans, showing her what she’d packed. Naomi had assumed the position on all fours, and Logan had moved her back and onto the toy, making sure Naomi was ready for her first. Then, she was inside her, pumping hard, and Zoey was stroking her swollen and red clit while Logan watched and grew turned on at the sight of this woman doing what she wanted her to do just because Logan had asked her to do it.

“Go inside,” Logan said, feeling her sex clench with the need to be touched herself.

Zoey lowered her fingers to her entrance and slipped inside, maintaining eye contact with Logan, who pushed even deeper inside Naomi.

“I’m coming!” Naomi yelled into the small bedroom.

Logan returned her attention to the woman she was fucking and gave her cute ass a little slap. It wasn’t enough to inflict real pain, but she knew that Naomi loved being spanked; she just couldn’t handle the pain of real smacks to her cheeks, so Logan lessened the blows by making them gentle and then rubbing the spot with her hand after.

“Fuck! God, yes,” Naomi said.

“Come, baby,” Zoey encouraged, which wasn’t necessary because Naomi was coming no matter what.

Finally, Naomi jutted so far forward that the dildo popped out of her, and she fell flat onto the bed. Logan stood there, wondering if she’d finished coming and preparing to lift her back up and push inside her again to finish what she’d started, but Naomi rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, looking spent and sated.

Logan turned her attention to Zoey then, whose fingers were still moving in and out of her own sex.

“Are you ready yet?” she asked her as she lowered her own jeans, stepped out of her shoes and socks, and kicked the pants off before climbing onto the bed.

“Yes,” Zoey said, pulling her fingers out.

“Suck on your fingers,” Logan told her as she held on to the toy with one hand.

Zoey did as she ordered.

“Now, suck on this,” she said. “Taste her.”

Zoey sat up, moved to Logan, grasped her hips, and took the dildo into her mouth, sucking Naomi’s wetness from it until she leaned back and looked up at Logan as if asking permission to stop so Logan could fuck her.

“All fours,” Logan instructed.

Zoey wiped her mouth and turned around, revealing her ass to Logan and spreading her legs wide.

“Now, suck her ,” Logan told her.

“My pleasure,” Zoey replied as she stared down at her girlfriend. “Will you come for me, baby?” she asked Naomi.

“Yes,” Naomi replied, moving herself into position.

Logan watched as Naomi spread wide for her girlfriend, and Zoey leaned over her sex. She couldn’t tell what Zoey was doing, but she could see Naomi close her eyes as she did it. Logan didn’t wait any longer. She slid inside and knew what would happen next.

“Yes!”

“Yeah? You like that?” she asked, knowing the answer.

Zoey mumbled something against Naomi’s body, and Logan fucked her harder than she did her girlfriend earlier, knowing that Zoey could take it and that she liked this; she loved being fucked hard like this. Logan wasn’t sure how their sex life really worked when it was just the two of them because it was so obvious that they both wanted this and that neither of them could give it to the other. She didn’t ask, and she didn’t judge. They clearly loved each other, and maybe they loved what their sex life was without this all the time and only wanted it every so often. She could give that to them. It was all that she could give them.

Logan needed to come herself, but she did this mostly for them. That was how Logan was: she gave the women she slept with what they wanted, but it made her feel nothing. Yes, she couldn’t help her body’s physical reaction to hot sex – it happened whether she wanted it to or not. She just wished it wasn’t there at all sometimes because she felt nothing inside when she did this.

“Yes!”

Naomi yelled. Zoey mumbled. Logan fucked. This was exactly what they’d done the last time she’d been with them, and it would probably be what they’d do next month, too. Then, Logan would kneel in front of the bed, spread Zoey’s legs, and suck on her until she came into her mouth. Naomi would watch. She’d get herself off. They’d ask Logan what she wanted, and that would be the end.

Zoey started to come first this time, and Logan smacked her ass once, knowing she liked it and always asked Logan to do it for her. When Zoey moaned in response, Logan did it again. Zoey moaned louder, and Logan pulled out of her.

“What?” Zoey protested. “I was coming.”

Logan slid the dildo along the length of her, pressing hard into her clit.

“Did I tell you to come?” she asked, knowing what Zoey needed because this was a practiced routine for them now.

“No,” Zoey replied as she rocked into the toy.

“Then, why did you?” Logan asked.

“Fuck. I’m so close,” Naomi stated, trying to hold Zoey’s head down to her clit to get her to finish.

“I’m sorry,” Zoey said to Logan. “Can I come?”

“What do you say?”

“Please,” Zoey said.

Logan pushed hard back inside her. She was good at this, playing the part that wasn’t even close to who she was as a person – or, at least, that was what she thought. She supposed she should also take it as a compliment that she could make a woman come so hard with only her mouth that she’d squirt out her pleasure while screaming Logan’s name, but Logan didn’t really feel anything at all. She never did.

Zoey came when Logan told her to. Naomi came moments later, and when Zoey turned over, moving until her legs were hanging off the bed beside Logan, revealing herself to her, Logan chastised her for being so presumptuous. While she still kneeled and took Zoey with her mouth, she made her earn it. Logan also heard the vibrator Naomi was using on herself, but she didn’t have the energy to ask her why she thought she could do that without permission. Maybe next time.

When Zoey finally came again, Logan stood and wiped her chin. She watched Naomi, who was still working herself up with the vibrator, and wished that she could feel something with these two women. She didn’t know them all that well, but they were nice to her, and Logan knew if she gave them a chance, they might actually become friends.

“What do you want?” Zoey asked, gripping the dildo and sliding her hand up and down it.

Logan watched the action for a second and closed her eyes. This wasn’t what she wanted.

“Baby, I’m coming,” Naomi said.

“Take care of her,” Logan replied to Zoey, and for the next few minutes, she stood there, in front of their bed, and watched them touch one another until she disappeared into the bathroom to wash up.

Once done, Logan pulled her pants over the toy unceremoniously and zipped them up before she walked back out into the bedroom.

“You’re getting dressed?” Naomi asked as she lay on the bed, facing the bathroom, with Zoey lying behind her.

“I have to go.”

“Come on; you’ve got to be turned on. Let us take care of you,” Zoey offered. “However you want.”

Her stare told Logan that she was serious about that. Whatever Logan wanted, the two of them would give her right now. But Logan didn’t want anything they could give her. She didn’t want anything from them.

“Another time.”

“You said that last month,” Zoey remarked.

Logan picked up her sports bra off the floor and put it back on. Her shirt was next. Then, she found her socks and shoes and put them on. She had to sit on the bed to do that, though, and she felt arms wrap around her neck. A third hand then snaked around her waist, and it ended up cupping the toy through her jeans before the fourth hand unzipped them from the other side. Logan watched as one woman pulled the dildo out of her pants and began stroking it up and down.

“Another time,” she repeated, moving to stand quickly.

She tucked the toy back inside and zipped up her jeans.

“Do you not like to be touched?” Naomi asked.

“I do,” she said. “But not tonight.”

“Next week?” Zoey asked.

“What about it?” Logan asked back while she found her wallet and cell phone on the dresser and tucked them into her pockets.

“Can you come over next week?” Zoey repeated.

“It was next month last time.”

“We want more,” Naomi revealed.

“Text me. I’ll see if I can make it work,” Logan replied.

“Can’t we arrange it now?” Zoey asked as she moved behind Naomi, who was kneeling on the bed in front of her now. “You can do whatever you want to us, Logan.”

As if to prove just that, Zoey moved her hand to her girlfriend’s center and began stroking her while Naomi’s arms wrapped around Zoey’s neck. Logan didn’t want anything, though. Well, she did , but what she wanted, she couldn’t have anymore.

“Make her come right now,” Logan said, watching the action unfold in front of her.

“I can’t come again so soon,” Naomi replied.

“Pity,” Logan said. “I have to go anyway. Text me, and I’ll see if I can make it.”

Zoey stopped stroking Naomi then, which confirmed what Logan had thought: she’d only been trying to put on a show to get Logan to stay or, at least, agree to another time next week.

Logan didn’t wait for them to say anything before she turned around and walked out the bedroom door. Noticing a bottle of water that looked new on the kitchen counter, she grabbed it on her way out and drank half of it before she got to her car, which had been parked around the block. Once in the driver’s seat, she opened the app and scrolled through a few profiles, but finding no one interesting, she opened her Lyft app and searched for rides instead.

Sex with these two should’ve been enough to get her through until morning, but it had left her wanting. Knowing another woman from her hookup app of choice wouldn’t be able to give her what she wanted, either, she decided to take a few riders around the city to make some money and then grab a drink before the bars got too busy. Accepting a ride that wasn’t that far away, she joined the traffic on the street. It wasn’t late, and she knew she could’ve stayed at their apartment for the next several hours, making each of them come repeatedly and watching them do the same to each other, but she wasn’t in the mood. The truth was, Logan wasn’t in the mood for much these days.

“Hi,” a woman said as she climbed into Logan’s back seat.

“Hey. Are you Monica?” Logan checked.

“Yes,” she replied.

Another woman climbed in after her and closed the door behind them.

“Cool. You ready?” Logan asked and hit the button on her screen, which would tell her where to go.

“Yes, we’re ready,” Monica replied.

“I’m still so surprised you know how to order a Lyft, babe. When I first met you, it was town cars only. Look how far you’ve come,” Monica’s companion said as Logan pulled out into traffic.

“You’re hilarious,” Monica replied sarcastically. “You don’t seem to mind the luxuries I’ve brought into your life.”

“True. I love the rain shower and the jacuzzi tub.”

“And me, too, right?”

Monica’s companion smiled over at her in response, and Logan returned her attention to the traffic, wondering about the two women behind her, who were clearly a couple. How was their sex life? Were they looking for a third? Logan could easily entertain the idea. One woman looked a bit older but was that kind of glamorous sexy, and the other one had that fiery red hair that Logan wouldn’t mind seeing between her legs, but she didn’t say anything. She just continued to drive.