Logan #2
She scoops up her shoes and hustles up the rock path, bouncing from foot to foot when she makes it to the top before I pick her up. I’m not going to wait patiently for her to walk back to the tent, she’s getting in it, now.
The cold water soaks through my sweatshirt by the time Cole gets the zipper open and I shiver. “You’re a pain in my ass,” I complain to Alanna, who bats her eyelashes in response.
Inside, I set her on her feet and spin her away from me so I can unzip her wetsuit as Cole zips up the tent. He helps me peel one side while I peel down the other, the suit much harder to get off than Alanna made it look putting it on.
Then again, watersports aren’t exactly my specialty.
When both her feet are out, I yank her shirt over her head, growling in my frustration before I grip the back of her head and slam my lips over hers. That same frustration fuels the kiss and she sways into me.
Cole steps in behind her, his shirt gone, blanketing the back of her body with his heat. One of his hands trails up her arm and over her shoulder, the other rests on my waist, his thumb rubbing over my rib, grounding me.
I walk backwards, hoping the fact that the air mattress pump is no longer running means the mattress is full.
When my heels touch the material, I sit, pulling Alanna over me, never letting go of the hold I have on her head or her lips.
Cole removes his pants and sits on the corner of the mattress, waiting like he knows he should.
Alanna’s hands creep under my damp clothes and the icy cold of them sends a chill racing over my skin that is quickly extinguished by the fire roaring in me at her touch.
I yank her head back with a fist full of hair, breaking our kiss and running my lips over her neck instead.
She lets out a sigh that shoots straight to my dick and I thrust up.
“You drive me insane.” I don’t know if it’s a complaint or an observation of my current state, my whole body trying to buzz out of my skin.
“I like insane,” she whispers, then groans when I bite over her collarbone. “Insane feels good.”
I pull tighter on her hair and her eyes meet mine. “That doesn’t mean you play with danger to get there.”
“I’m playing with danger right now, aren’t I? Every time I get naked with you, I put my whole heart inside your teeth and hope you won’t destroy it. There’s nothing more dangerous than love, Logan.”
Love. The singular word echoes in my ears and makes my heart race impossibly faster. “Every inch of you is safe with me. For as long as you’ll have me.”
“Don’t make promises, Logan.”
“Some of us keep our promises. Like right now, I promise to worship you until you beg me to come inside you and put you out of your misery.”
In one fluid motion I roll her off me and come over her, trailing licks and kisses from her neck down between her breasts, past her belly button to her waistband.
I run my fingers under it, my tongue following the same path.
With a nod of my head, Cole moves across the mattress to kneel near Alanna’s head and pluck at her nipples.
She squirms and gasps, then again when I cup her through the thin athletic material, digging the heel of my hand in against her lips.
She presses up into my hand, looking for more.
I rub slow circles against her, applying more pressure as I go.
She’s panting when I finally pull my hand away to yank her pants over her ankles.
She’s lucky I don’t just tear them open at the crotch, because I’m feeling a little extra tonight and it sounds like an excellent idea.
Cole leans forward and slowly sinks two fingers into her when I stand to take my sweatshirt off.
The sight sparks a flicker of rage in me, my protective streak already lit by her adventure into the water.
I push it down with a deep breath that has my nostrils flaring as I release my dick from my pants and watch him open her up.
I can practically feel her pulse over me while I watch him pump those thick fingers in and out as she squirms under him and bucks her hips in time with his strokes.
With a firm hold on my cock, I roll my thumb in my arousal and drag it down my shaft, fisting myself when I pull back up.
My eyes close when she groans and I pump again, lost to the sounds she makes.
Cole keeps a steady rhythm on her, in and out and I follow the same rhythm up and down.
She’s panting in no time, the fingers on one of her hands rolling her nipple in the same way Cole’s other one is, her free hand fisting into the sheet we threw over the mattress as it inflated.
She’s close, I can hear it, I can see it.
I can smell it.
“Do not make her come,” I demand. I want that. I want to be buried in her for every single orgasm she has tonight. They’re mine. I need the sweet sound of her moan as she falls apart around me.
Cole immediately removes his fingers and circles her clit instead.
She jumps at the first contact then melts further into the mattress with a long, low groan.
The sound shoots through me and my dick flexes as my breathing increases.
The feel of my pulse in my shaft sends heat through me as I continue to harden.
Not intent to just watch any longer, I put my hand on Cole’s head to move him out of the way, and he looks up at me. Smirking, he leans forward and runs his tongue down my cock. Alanna moans seconds before I do and Cole straightens, sitting back on his heels to wait for his next move.
I don’t waste a moment, thrusting into Alanna in one stroke. I only hold myself there for an extra second before I pull out and sink back in.
“Fuck!” Alanna screeches. Her nails dig into my ass as she grabs hold.
“Open your eyes,” I command, coming forward on my knees to wrap one hand around her thigh for leverage. When she does, I grab Cole’s cock and stroke him, surprising both him and Alanna, who moans and closes her eyes again.
“Open,” I repeat, punctuating it with a pair of hard thrusts.
She confessed in the car before that first afternoon that she thought the idea of us kissing was hot, and I’d put money on her thoughts drifting there every time we’re together.
I’ll give her something to make her as insane as she makes me.
Cole’s intense, golden gaze is on me, his lips parted, his breathing erratic.
Warmth spreads over me and I sweep him up in a kiss, my tongue immediately tangling with his as I stroke him, as he presses through my fist in steady rhythm, as I’m wrapped continuously in Alanna’s sweet heat and wonder how the fuck I ever thought I could choose between them.
Cole breaks the kiss and grabs my head, leaning his forehead against mine and whines, then throws his head back and growls.
“You have to stop or I’ll be out of the fun,” he pants.
“It’ll take you all of five minutes to tag back in,” I protest, my breath just as heavy as his. I swallow and my focus shifts to Alanna and her cries of pleasure with every thrust. Her grip on my ass is tight and my cock pulses with the pleasure rippling through me.
“Alanna, baby, be a good slut and help Cole out. He’s afraid to come.” I grin at him and squeeze him a little harder.
“Asshole,” he spits at me, but it’s weak. His fingers grip harder in my hair and I have to slow my pace in Alanna or I’m going to lose it myself.
Alanna tilts her head back, sucking one of Cole’s balls between her lips. He stutters out a moan and she reaches an arm around his leg, pulling tighter to him to rise up and lick the base of his cock where my hand isn’t hitting.
I drop Alanna’s leg and press my thumb into her clit, scrubbing back and forth at it.
The only thing better than watching Cole come on Alanna and knowing it was me that did it, would be if she came with him.
I rub faster, determined to make it happen.
Her moans turn into sobs as her nails dig into me.
“Do it,” I demand of Cole and sweep his lips up again. His fingers cling to my shoulder, then he stiffens for a moment before his body sags, liquid warmth spurting over it and Alanna’s stomach.
I feel a very smug sense of accomplishment when Alanna screams and crashes right after him, her walls clamping and sucking at me as I continue to fuck her through it.
Neither gets a moment's rest. Alanna’s pussy is still quaking when I push Cole onto his back and coat my hand in his release, rubbing it over his cock.
I pick Alanna up and move her where I want her, slowly guiding her over it, stretching her as she sinks down inch by delicious inch onto him.
They both moan, Alanna’s hands shaking behind her as she holds herself up above him.
He grabs her hips and tries to hold her steady as I sink my cock back into her pussy and revel in the softness of her, his dick only half hard as I rub past it, but still amazing.
My frustration and panic having eased with their first combined orgasm, I gently rock into Alanna, pouring tenderness into her as I kiss her forehead, and her cheeks, and her lips before sucking gently on her neck.
“I love you,” I whisper into her chest. “It’s why it feels so terrifying, it’s why it feels so good.”
“I love you too,” she returns and my heart swells. A tear wells up and escapes my eye and Alanna brushes it away before kissing me.