Stay With Me(22)

She shivered at the raw ownership in his voice. She also knew the impact it would have on Logan. He would be more turned on. More eager to possess her.

Rhys’ hand curled underneath her jaw and forced it upward, angling her to take him even deeper. He slid all the way in and held himself there as she sucked in air through her nose.

“Beautiful,” he said with a growl. “I love the way your lips look stretched around my dick.” He pulled back, allowing the tip to dance over her tongue before rocking forward again.

“Stick your tongue out, Cat. That’s it,” he said as he slid out. “Use your hand. Make me come all over your tongue.”

“Shit,” Logan breathed.

She curled her fingers around the thick base of his c**k and worked it up and down. She rocked up on her knees to give herself a better position.

He touched her face, glanced his fingers over her ears and to the back of her head in eager desperation. His movements became more erratic, and his c**k jerked and pulsed in her hand.

The first hot rope splashed onto her tongue quickly followed by another and then another. It hit the back of her throat, some falling forward onto her tongue then running over her lips, and some going down as she swallowed.

Her movements became more gentle, and she licked at the crown as the last of his come erupted into her mouth.

Almost before Rhys could step away, Logan moved in, his movements urgent. He was hard and straining, and Catherine knew he was already close to orgasm.

She stared up at him, knowing he was hugely turned on by watching another man f**k her mouth, by seeing the evidence on her lips and tongue. She let the remainder of Rhys’ come slide over her lips then licked over her mouth to remove it.

“God,” Logan whispered.

He grasped her jaw and held her firm as he impatiently thrust into her mouth. There was no finesse to his movements but rather the hard urgency of a man pushed way beyond his limit.

He reached down, grasped her arms in his hands and hauled her back until her head bumped against the wall of the shower. Both hands framing her face, he positioned her and then thrust deep.

The water stopped, and Catherine dimly registered that Rhys had turned it off. But he didn’t leave, which surprised her. Logan was much more of a voyeur than Rhys.

A blowjob didn’t adequately describe what she was doing. But then she wasn’t doing anything. Logan was f**king her mouth as hard and as ruthlessly as he f**ked her pu**y. Long, deep strokes, filling her until he stole her breath.

His fingers dug into her skull, scraped through her hair, and his harsh breathing echoed off the marble walls.

There was no warning, no slow work-up to his release. He exploded in her mouth. Warm fluid splashed onto her tongue, and she was forced to swallow it all as he pumped harder and faster.

His agonized groan filled her ears even as he filled her mouth.

Then his thrusts became slower and more gentle. His hands relaxed against her head, and with a shudder, he finally pulled away.

Two sets of hands reached for her, cupping her elbows and helping her to her feet. She wobbled between them, faltering to put one foot in front of the other.

“Easy, love,” Rhys soothed as he helped her out of the shower.

She shivered, and Logan quickly wrapped a towel around her. She clutched at the ends as the two men dried themselves with quick swipes of their towels. Then they turned their attention back on her.

Caught between them, she sighed in contentment as Logan dried her hair, and Rhys ran the other towel down her body, absorbing every droplet of water from her skin.

He ventured close to her pu**y, and she trembled. On edge. Sharp and wanting. It was the only way to describe the tension coiling through her veins. She needed to come. Wanted it badly.

“We’re going to take turns f**king you, baby,” Logan whispered silkily in her ear. “Long and hard until you beg for mercy. Then we’re going to f**k you together.”

Her knees buckled, and she had to grab for Rhys’ shoulder to steady herself.

Rhys took her wrist and pulled her until she fell against him. He wrapped his arms around her, hoisted her up until she was eye-level with him and kissed her hard and long.

Never taking his mouth from hers, he took off for the bedroom, her dangling legs bumping against his.

When he reached the bed, he lowered her to the mattress. Not giving her any time to adjust or react, he reached down, spread her legs and dove into her, filling her in one heated thrust.

Her nerve endings short-circuited. It was as though someone set off an entire package of firecrackers in her groin.

Hard and fast he rode her, rocking endlessly against her hips. His weight pressed her into the bed, and not an inch of her flesh was left uncovered by his.

Flush against each other, heated and only getting hotter, their bodies undulated in perfect rhythm. His mouth worked over her neck, ravenous, carnal and utterly demanding. He nipped and bit, sucked and licked, and still he f**ked her harder.

She gasped for air. Her lungs screamed. Her body screamed louder, demanding release.

Harsh, almost angry, her orgasm rose, tearing through her abdomen with savage intensity. She threw her arms around Rhys and yelled his name hoarsely.

Her body was still alive with sharp tingles when Rhys rolled off her. Logan was over her immediately, thrusting inside her.

She was sensitive, too sensitive, and each thrust sent a shaft of nearly painful pleasure rocketing through her pu**y. Instead of lying over her as Rhys had done, Logan dragged her body until her ass rested on the edge of the bed.