Logan #3
It only takes Cole a few minutes to come back to full hardness and match my pace. Alanna’s cries pour into my mouth, our kiss never breaking as we fill her completely and she falls apart again.
Her arms have had enough and she nearly collapses onto Cole’s chest. He pushes at her and I roll under her, turning her so she’s facing me and I can look into her beautiful brown eyes as I lower her back onto my cock.
Cole comes to his knees behind her and pulls her back tight against his torso, caging his arms around her chest to support her weight.
He leans in and nibbles along her shoulder and neck, making her sigh.
One hand disappears and then I feel him entering her again.
The sensation never fails to send electricity through my stomach and I grind my teeth, willing my cock to wait so I can make her come at least one more time.
I let Cole stroke through her a few times, enjoying the glide of him over me and giving him a chance to pick a pace he’s good with, then matching it.
I watch his hands come around her chest again and tweak her nipples, pulling and plucking and twisting them until her legs are quivering.
Her bounces falter and she stops moving.
Her hands wind around Cole’s neck, her back beautifully arched as we fill her front and back and she begins begging, chanting please over and over as tears stream down her face.
“Fuck, Lanna.” Cole’s words are long and drawn out, his voice gravely as he buries his face in her shoulder. “I want to feel her come again, Logan. Please let her come.”
With both their pleas in my ears, I pinch Alanna’s clit between two fingers and gently roll it.
The effect is instantaneous, her body slackens and overstimulation kicks in, making her shake as her head falls back.
Her pussy grips me tightly and pulses rapidly.
Cole shouts and follows her, undoubtedly being squeezed in much the same way, and I can’t hold it back any longer.
I thrust feverishly into her as my balls tighten and tingle before my body stills of its own accord.
Then I’m soaring through my own unbreakable wave of pleasure as she falls to my chest and continues to pump me.
Cole is still propped behind her. He rubs a long stroke up her back and down over her ass where he grips her tight and growls before he pulls out and collapses next to me.
“Ugh, fuck, me,” Alanna groans between heavy breaths. She sounds completely worn out.
I look down at her. The movement makes her pick her head up, her chin propped on my pec. “I just did. But if you give me like twenty minutes I’d be happy to repeat it.”
“Not me, I’m out. Twice? I’m done.” Cole’s arm flops over his face with a dramatic sigh. Alanna giggles and lays her head back down.
I close my eyes and run my fingertips up and down her spine.
She’s slick with sweat but I couldn’t make myself care if I tried.
At least she’s warm. She curls into me like a cat every time the sweep changes direction.
I love the way her body reacts to even the lightest of touches.
After a few minutes, Cole’s breathing becomes even and shallow.
Shortly after that, a light pitter patter starts over our heads.
“Sounds like rain.” Alanna’s voice is soft in the quiet of the tent. The only other sound is the heat fan, which I’d better turn down before we kill the battery and wake up in a freezing tent overnight.
“It’s a good thing we hadn’t planned to go much further anyway and already had the tent up.”
“Yeah, but smores,” she says with a sigh. “I swear we’ll never get to the smores.”
Last fall it had just finished raining for several days when we came out. All the wood was soaked through and we couldn’t light a fire. “I don’t know about that,” I start, kissing her forehead and propping on my elbows to give her time to move.
She sits up and watches me cross the few steps through the tent to my pack. Cole was carrying the tent and mattress, but I had all the extras, and inside my pack, I fish out the Sterno can I brought specifically in case it rained.
“What’s that?”
“Fire in a can. We light it up. It creates a tiny little fire that’s safe for inside. That’s why I picked this brand. And then”—I stick my hand back in the pack and pull out a big bag of overpuffed marshmallows—“we have smores.”
She claps her hands in excitement and grabs the t-shirt off the ground that Cole was wearing, tugging it over her head.
“Kind of wish I had been wearing a t-shirt under my sweatshirt now.”
Alanna looks down at the fabric she’s drowning in and blushes, her eyes peeking up at me as she tucks a bit of hair behind her ear.
“Get that cute little ass over here and let’s roast some marshmallows. I need something ooey and gooey to refuel. You sucked me dry.”
“I’ll show you ooey and gooey,” she says suggestively.
“Yeah, I bet you could.” I laugh and she scoffs as she comes to sit in front of me and we light the fire, stabbing the marshmallows and turning them as they slowly brown before stacking them in chocolate and crackers and diving in.