my eyes, drinking my pleasure like it was the only thing that could quench his thirst. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from him until I came down from my high and sank back into the couch.
Harper grabbed a handful of my hair to twist my head around so he could kiss me on the lips. He smiled down at me, satisfied with the job he had done.
“Damn, Harper,” Logan rumbled from the floor. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“He surprised me the first time, too,” I said. With my body full of endorphins and riding the highs of my orgasm, I gave Logan my best sultry look. “You going to sit and watch all night, or join the fun?”
The edge of his lip curled in a smile. “You do this for all your volunteers?”
“Just the devilishly handsome ones,” I replied.
Harper rose from the couch, then pulled me to my feet. “I think it’s time for the two of you to have fun.”
I traced a path down his shirt with my fingers, ending at the bulge of his cock. “You don’t want to have fun first?”
“I just had some fun. Now I want to watch for a while.”
A flicker of reservation struck me just then. Maybe it was the post-climax clarity that men often talked about. When I gazed at Logan, I was reminded that I barely knew him. We’d spent the day together, but before that I had seen him in passing just twice. He was practically a stranger.
But then again, I barely knew Harper and Riley. Yet we had some intense fun the other night, not to mention the fun Riley and I had in the Nordstrom’s changing room. I had taken some big leaps of faith recently, but they had all been worth it.
Why should I stop now? Especially with someone who looked like him…
Logan remained on the ground, resting back on his palms while watching us with a smile. For some reason I felt totally comfortable in my partial nudity, even around someone new like Logan. I strolled over to him and went to my knees, running a hand along his thigh and down to the buttons of his jeans.
He snatched my wrist away and his smile deepened. “Just because you’re all warmed up doesn’t mean I am.”
I glanced down at the thick rod imprinted against the inside of his jeans. “You look ready to me.”
Logan glanced down. “He might be. But I’m not.”
He stared deeply into my eyes and cupped my cheek. His hand was calloused but his touch was more gentle than I would have expected. Slowly he kissed me. He tasted like tart red wine and his lips moved softly against mine, like he was savoring every millisecond of the kiss. Analyzing how he felt about it.
After being brought to a climax by Harper and aching to be filled by them, the slow nature of the kiss was a tease. But it was the right kind of tease, the kind that amplified everything I wanted. Like tasting the brownie batter before the pan went into the oven.
The bristles of his thin beard scratched my cheek as we made out. He rose into a sitting position and pulled me into his lap, and I wrapped my legs around him as his arms enveloped me into an embrace. I could feel the strength in those arms, the heat from the muscles that now surrounded me. There was no feeling in the world like being in the arms of a man, a real man, to truly make a girl feel like a woman. Soon the kiss changed from a kiss between two strangers to an exploratory kiss, deeper and more passionate, as we both surrendered to it at the same time.
All the while I ground against his lap, sensing his cock below without feeling it directly.
We kissed and touched and kissed some more there on the floor of my living room. I couldn’t see Harper but I knew he was behind me on the couch, watching with probably as much hunger as Logan had watched us before. Being with both of them, taking turns with them, turned me on. It escalated every touch and sigh and squeeze in a way that made me want more, so much more.
Without warning, Logan leaned forward. I would have fallen to the ground if not for the strong hand that slowed me down, lowering me gently to the rug. His lips remained locked on mine as he unbuttoned