Chapter Thirteen
Rose
I can't believe I'm doing this. I think I just lost my virginity to two men at once, and still , I can't get enough of this. I want Logan to fuck me, now , I need his thick cock inside me, making me scream and moan with pleasure .
But the moment I say I hope not , he's pushing me back onto the bed, pulling my knees around his hips, then over his shoulders as I'm flat on my back, nearly helpless in this position, the head of his cock already nudging at my opening .
Then he grabs my wrists and holds them over my head, so I'm totally pinned. Completely at his mercy .
"Beg me to fuck you," he commands .
"Please," I whisper .
His hands tighten on my wrists. Knox pinches one of my nipples, rolling it between his fingers, and I moan again .
"Beg me properly," Logan growls .
Fuck. I need him, right now, the dull ache inside me still not satiated because I want Logan, too, and I want him just as hard and fast and deep as I just took Knox .
"Please fuck me as hard as you can," I whisper .
I can barely believe I said those words out loud, but Logan grins .
"You dirty girl," he says, and then slides his thick cock all the way to the root in a single stroke .
I gasp, stars in front of my eyes as I arch my back. It doesn't exactly hurt but I feel like I'm being stuffed full, stretched to the limit, my body right at the edge of pain, the exact same way it did with Knox .
But it also feels fucking wonderful , like his huge cock is filling me completely and touching every sensitive nerve ending in my body, lighting them all at once. Knox is still rolling my nipples between his fingers, his eyes still hungry as he watches .
"God, you've got a tight little pussy," Logan gasps. "I swear you feel fucking perfect ."
He adjusts my knees over his shoulders and drives himself a little deeper. I nearly scream, it feels so good, my wrists straining against his hands .
He just grabs me tighter .
"Come for me, Rose," he demands. "I need you to come while I'm fucking you and I can't last much longer ."
Logan fucks me harder, faster, deeper , and I'm right on the edge, about to go over .
Then suddenly, Knox kisses me hard, his tongue invading my mouth, and in that moment, I fly over the edge and I'm falling, completely helpless against the force of my own orgasm.
I moan into Knox's mouth and he bites my bottom lip as I tense and release, every muscle in my body flexing and spasming .
As soon as I finish, I can feel Logan's cock jerk deep inside me and then he's groaning and growling, pumping into me as he comes. It feels incredible, and even as he slows and pulls out I can feel myself clenching around him like I'm not ready to let go .
He lets my wrists go, takes my knees from over his shoulders, and then they both flop next to me in Knox's bed. I kiss Logan first, then Knox, and they both snuggle onto me .
"Thank you," Logan whispers .
Knox kisses me on the temple .
I'm starting to hope this snowstorm never ends .
* * *
After we finally get up and eat a meal, it's still raging.
The radio is still out, so they haven't been able to report that they've found a missing person.
I know the truth about that, though: I haven't been reported missing.
There's no one to miss me, just my father who's left for God knows where .
Hell, I'd bet a hundred bucks I haven't been reported missing, and that's a hundred bucks I don't have .
Logan and Knox head outside to shovel the roof off, again, and I'm left in the cabin to entertain myself. They're gone for a long time — there's a lot of snow — and I end up prepping dinner. Steak from the chest freezer in the storage room, along with mashed potatoes and frozen peas .
When they come in from outside they're both sweaty and starving, and just watching them peel off their layers makes me ache, like a river of molten lava coursing through my body.
But I know they're both bone-tired from shoveling snow, not to mention sweaty, so I fire up the skillet while Logan showers first, then Knox, even though it's all I can do to force myself not to think about them, wet and muscled and tantalizing as fuck in the shower .
After dinner, we sit around for a little while, talking about our lives before the snowstorm. The radio still isn't working, and they both worry, even though I tell them they shouldn't .
I can hardly keep myself from staring at them, memories of this morning running ceaselessly through my head. I still can't believe that I took not one guy, but two . At nearly the same time, no less, and it was incredible. It was amazing. I don't think I'll ever be able to stop thinking about it .
When I stand to clear the dishes away, Logan catches my wrist. Just like he did last night, except this time he grins and pulls me onto his lap .
He's hard as a rock, his erection pressing perfectly against my already-wet pussy in another pair of borrowed sweatpants .
"How about dessert?" he asks, grinning his slow, dangerous grin .
I don't even have to ask what dessert is. It's obviously me .
"As long as you're not too sore from this morning," he goes on, running his fingers down my spine. "But I could sure use a little something sweet after today ."
He pulls one leg around so I'm straddling him, and now my arms are on his shoulders, the huge bulge in his pants right up against my wet, needy pussy, practically pulsing with desire .
"You're not tired from today?" I ask .
He kisses me roughly on the neck, sucking at my skin. I'm sure it's going to leave a mark, but it feels so good I don't care .
"Not too tired to give you the fucking you deserve," he growls, his lips on my collarbone .
I gasp. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get used to the way he talks to me, even though I like it, and my pussy gushes in response .
Knox pushes his chair back, and then he's behind me, pulling my shirt off over my head. I'm still not wearing a bra, so he cups my breasts in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers. He's hard too, his erection a thick line against my back .
"We're never too tired for that," he rumbles .