Chapter 24
Charlotte
Time becomes a strange measure the moment I say yes, that I want to kiss Ethan's best friend.
It seems to take an eternity before the player's big hands find my body, one on my nape and the other on my back, pressing me against him.
And even longer before his mouth finds mine, but the moment that collision happens, everything goes too fast.
Logan devours me. There's no other word to describe it. He asks for passage into my mouth with his tongue and I grant it, taking the impact of his taste mixed with the wine.
His hand threads through my hair, commanding the direction of my head at his own pleasure. But it's the firm grip and the light tug he gives the strands that makes my legs give out. Logan seems to notice, because he presses me harder against him.
He tastes like desire and lust, forbidden and fun, all at once. I hadn't even let go of him yet and I already wanted more.
His erection growing against my stomach is driving me crazy too. I find myself moving my hands down from his neck to his strong arms, which I scratch a little, and Logan moans against my mouth. The sound of it goes straight to my panties.
I have no idea how long the kiss lasts. I'm out of breath and yet I complain when the player releases me and pulls back, taking a good step away.
We're both panting and my whole body is hot as hell. I miss his touch immediately, and I swear my pussy is screaming in desperation for attention.
Well, if the question was whether Logan Hayes kissed as well as I remembered... the answer is: even better.
I admire the blond's swollen lips and his eyes fixed on me until I'm interrupted by Ethan's hands grabbing me. He spins me and holds my chin firmly.
"I liked that a lot more than I expected," he confesses, running his thumb over my swollen lip.
I bite the tip of his finger and Ethan smiles diabolically.
By this point I've seen this man turned on a dozen times, but the expression right now?
It's pure wickedness and it makes me wet my lips in anticipation. "My turn?"
"Please." It's all I manage to murmur.
Ethan shifts his eyes to the spot above my head and stares at Logan for five whole seconds, in a silent communication I can't interpret, but that seems to make him decide to push me backward. The moment my back hits Logan's torso, Ethan kisses me with everything he's got.
It's harder and more desperate than the kisses we usually trade and it leaves me weak. He explores my mouth, sucks my tongue, and gives little bites to my lips until he makes me moan in the middle of the kiss.
I know his taste by heart: it's intense, but familiar and sweet. It always spreads through me like warm syrup and I'm completely addicted.
I cling to him instinctively, wanting more than anything for him to lift me up and fuck me against the nearest wall.
Except the current "wall" is a blond over six feet tall, whose very hard cock is now between the cheeks of my butt and his hands squeezing my waist hard.
Add that to Ethan's kisses, our tastes mixed together, and his tugs on my hair, and the result is a Charlotte about to explode.
I press my legs together, needy for friction.
When Ethan finally frees my mouth, I pull air into my lungs hard and curse this idiotic need for oxygen that forces me to let go of this man for even a minute.
I open my eyes and find the dark-haired guy's blue irises looking at me.
"Charlie..." he starts, but shifts his gaze to Logan and seems to make another decision. "Which kiss do you prefer?"
I close my eyes and shake my head.
"I'm not able to choose," I confess, and it's the plain truth.
I feel Logan shudder behind me.
"And what if I told you that you don't have to? At least not tonight," Ethan fires off, and I reopen my eyes quickly.
"W-what are you talking about?"
"That you can have both, if you want, tonight in your bed," he states and lifts his gaze again. "Right, Logan?"
The blond's hands on my waist get even tighter.
"Yes!" Logan assures, sounding so turned on he's out of breath. "Fuck. Yes. Let us be your adventure tonight, princess."
At any other moment, maybe I'd stop to think about everything this situation could mean.
Everything that could go wrong from having a threesome with my roommates.
My hookup and his best friend, who'd become my friend too since I moved in here.
But the decision center inside me has been taken over by my pussy.
And that one only cares about tonight and the possibility of being touched by four hands, two mouths, two cocks...
Damn.
I was definitely going to screw myself over down the line, but right now I couldn't bring myself to care about any of it.
That would be a problem for future Charlie.
So, once more on this crazy night, I say yes.
And then everything seems to happen at once: Logan grabs my neck and bends it back until he can kiss me. Meanwhile, I feel Ethan's hands start unbuttoning my top. With every button that opens, I get a light touch of lips against my skin, giving me goosebumps all over.
The piece of clothing ends up on the floor along with my sanity.
The blond behind me now kisses my neck, gives little bites, and uses both hands to squeeze my breasts, still covered by the bra.
Ethan is in front of me getting rid of his shirt and pants too, ending up in just his boxers and letting me savor the sight of the marked abs and the delicious "v" pointing down to his cock.
He stands there for a few seconds looking at Logan and me, but it's my turn to grab him by the nape and kiss him again.
"Fuck, how can you be so hot?" the dark-haired guy asks as he interrupts the kiss and moves a hand down to where I'm most desperate for his touch.
Ethan grazes his fingers over my center through my clothes and I grind, almost begging, which only makes him laugh and then bite my lower lip with a little force.
"Don't be in such a rush, Peach. How about Logan finishes taking your clothes off first? "
I barely have time to murmur an agreement and Logan is already undoing the clasp of my bra and then spinning me to face him.
"Even more beautiful than I remembered," the blond compliments, looking at my breasts without even blinking. He pinches one of my nipples between his fingers and I gasp, pushing my chest toward his hands.
Luckily, he obeys the silent command. His mouth takes a breast and the warm touch of his tongue makes me moan and throw my head back. At the same time, another pair of hands is now sliding down the black leggings I'm wearing, leaving me in just my panties between two hot men.
Could this be heaven? If it is, please, don't take me out of here.
The whirlwind of sensations seems to burn me from the inside out. When Logan takes his mouth off me, Ethan presses me back against his chest and pulls my hair eagerly. His cock fits just right between my butt and I give an instinctive grind, which makes him give my thigh a smack, and I smile.
"Take your clothes off for her, Hayes. This naughty girl wants to be able to admire you," the player demands, his voice rough and full of mischief.
As always, the bastard knows exactly what I'm thinking.
Logan lets out a little laugh and doesn't take his eyes off me as he pulls his shirt over his head in one tug.
His shorts follow the path to the floor and I'm afraid I'll drool at the toned body, the thick thighs, and the very large bulge pronouncing itself through his boxers.
I bite my lower lip, eyeing him up with no shame at all. The blond hands me a naughty smile before taking one of my hands and guiding it, running it slowly over his whole set of abs. It's firm, warm, and full of little freckles that I want to lick one by one.
Whenever our hands get too close to his cock, though, Logan pulls back and goes the opposite way, making me growl the second time.
"Take it all off," I ask suddenly, and Logan raises an eyebrow. "I want to see you. And touch," I admit, and a new shine passes through the light eyes.
"Not yet, baby. If you touch me now, I'm going to come in a minute and I don't want that.
I want to see you come a few times before that," he justifies, and I let out a groan, frustrated.
Ethan's low laugh hits my ear, and out of sheer spite I grind against his cock again. The dark-haired guy hisses.
"Then do something, because if one of you doesn't touch my pussy in the next few seconds, I swear I'm going to lose my mind," I confess, desperate, and they both smile.
"Let's go to the bedroom, then, Peach, and there Logan will be able to go down on you like he's dying to do and me to watch."