Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3)(43)
“What are the boundaries?” he asks, and I know why he’s going there. I just told him that something was happening between Cat and me, and he’s being respectful of that. Logan and I have both been with committed couples before, and you usually have a talk about what lines can and can’t be crossed. Sometimes just an intimate kiss is something a person might not want you to do to their monogamous partner, even if he’s okay with you sticking your cock in his wife’s *. It’s complicated at times, but it’s best to lay it out.
“Only boundaries are the one’s she sets,” I say, totally ignoring the slight rumbling of unease over the fact that Cat might very well want to f*ck Logan tonight. But if that’s what she wants, I’m going to make sure she gets it. “This is all about her fantasy tonight. We’ll let her direct.”
Logan reaches down, readjusts himself and mutters, “Let’s get started then. I’ve been sporting this hard-on all afternoon since I took your call.”
I turn toward my door and make short work of unlocking it because I’ve been in the same situation all afternoon too. The apartment is quiet and dark with only a faint spilling of light coming out from my bedroom into the living room.
“Give me just a minute, okay?” I murmur to Logan as he stops by my couch.
“Sure thing.”
I walk into the bedroom, immediately assaulted by the vision of Cat exactly how I told her to be.
Naked and in bed.
She’s lying on her side, head propped up on her hand and the other laying gracefully along her body. One leg straight, the other slightly bent. It’s sexy and provocative and my eyes immediately fall to her breasts, then slide down to check out the rest of her.
“You look gorgeous,” I tell her as I walk to edge of the bed, loving the low burn of lust I see in her eyes. I’m thinking this has been a long afternoon for all of us. “Have you touched yourself since you got here?”
She shakes her head.
“Good girl,” I say, sitting on the edge of the mattress. I lean over, placing a hand on the bed behind her. My face hovers over hers as she tilts her head to look at me. “Logan’s in the living room and will be in here in a minute. But tonight, you’re going to tell us what to do and what you want.”
She starts to shake her head.
“Yes, Cat,” I say firmly. “Your fantasy. We do exactly what you want and there isn’t anything you can’t ask us to do… to you or to each other, okay?”
Her eyes shine with a mixture of excitement, worry, and a hotter sizzle of lust. “Okay.”
“Let me check something out,” I tell her as I stand up from the bed. “Turn on your back.”
She complies and I push a hand between her legs, pressing two fingers inside of her. Soaking wet.
Pulling them out, I lick them off and start to get undressed, never taking my eyes off Cat. I sense Logan walk in behind me, hear his clothing start to hit the floor, but I keep staring at her. She lets her gaze flick briefly to Logan, but then it’s back on me again as I disrobe. Her eyes roam all over me, pinning on my cock once I get my jeans off.
Logan comes up to stand beside me. I give him a brief glance, noting his dick is as hard and straight as mine is. I look back to Cat. “Tell us what to do.”
Cat adjusts herself on the bed, pushes up so her back is resting on the pillows, which are stacked against the headboard. She raises her legs, plants her feet on the mattress, and spreads her knees wide. One delicate hand goes between and she starts to play with herself. Soft, tiny strokes… nothing that would get her off, but an indication she’s already turned on by what’s before her.
Her actions… displaying herself like that and setting herself up to watch us has my cock leaking hard and an unbearable need to crawl on the bed and sink into her.
But then she says, “I want you two to kiss. And touch each other.”
Logan turns and starts to place a hand on my shoulder, but I say, “Wait up.”
Turning to my nightstand, I open the drawer and pull out a bottle of lube, tossing it on the bed beside Cat. Her eyes go to it and back to me.
“I’m assuming we’ll need that at some point,” I tell her with a grin.
“I think you will,” she whispers, those fingers rubbing slow, lazy circles on herself.
Logan’s hand is now at my shoulder and he turns me to him. Then both hands are on my face and he’s pulling me to his mouth. Kissing a dude is weird at times, but with Logan, it’s always been hot. His lips are soft, his tongue dancing slowly with mine, and our cocks bump against each other, smearing the other with pre-cum.
Logan digs the fingers of one hand into my jaw, pushing through my beard and gripping me tight so he can deepen the kiss. The other drops between us and wraps around my dick.
I can’t help the low groan that comes out, and I hear a tiny whisper from Cat, “So hot.”
Logan starts to slowly jack me as I let my hands roam over his body. So different from Cat. Hard planes and coarse hair that don’t really attract me physically, although I’m generally attracted to Logan. I think it might have more to do with the way his tongue is playing mine or the way his grip is firm on me. Sometimes women go a little too soft, afraid they’ll hurt a man down there. Guys know exactly what we can take, so getting jacked or sucked by a guy is many times better.