“On your back,” he says in a low voice as he reaches out to graze his knuckles over one of my nipples. “So I can watch your face.”
And I melt again, immediately sagging to the bed and positioning myself on my back. Rand maneuvers, comes in between my legs, and lowers himself onto me so he can give me a kiss. His chest presses onto mine, his dick hard and pulsing as it bears down against my pubic mound and his arms slipping under me so he puts me in a full-body hug as his tongue slides into my mouth.
Pure bliss.
My arms go over his shoulders, wrapping around the back of his neck, and I hold him tight to me as we make out, the only movement of our bodies being our tongues and lips.
Finally, he breaks contact, lifting his face from mine and giving me a smile bright with repletion. Eyes holding mine, he pushes off me, grabbing my legs and spreading me wide. Hands to the backs of my thighs, he swivels his hips and as if his dick knows exactly where to go, it pushes into me.
Sinking in like it belongs, every nerve ending firing in welcome relief that he’s there. “That’s it,” he whispers as he claims my *. “Taking every inch of me and loving it.”
“Yes,” I whisper back, my eyes rolling into the back of my head and lids lowering to full darkness. If I watch Rand and see the same expressions I saw on his face when he was fucking Logan’s mouth, I know I’m going to burst apart so violently, I’m afraid I won’t be put back together.
Rand starts moving, an animalistic sound of need and urgency rising from his chest. He thrusts in and out of me a few times, and my head starts to spin. I become lost to the sensation of him.
But then he stops, and my eyes open slowly. He spreads his legs, thighs on the mattress, and I watch over his shoulder as Logan crawls in between Rand’s legs. Using his hand, he guides the head of his cock to Rand’s ass, and with nothing more than a lowering of his entire lower body, he fills him up again.
Rand hisses as he’s pushed deeper into me, sandwiched in between Logan and me. His elbows go to the mattress, his muscles bulging and straining to keep most of his weight off me. We’re all still for just a moment, but then I can feel the outsides of Rand’s thigh muscles flex as he raises his hips, pulling out of me.
Just to the tip where he holds still, allowing Logan to pull out of his ass a bit.
Logan pauses… a brief moment in time where I wonder what’s going to happen next, before I scream out in pleasure when Logan slams into Rand, who then slams into me. Rand lets out a hoarse bark of surprise, and Logan groans as if he’s dying of pleasure.
“Oh, let’s do that again,” I murmur, trying to unclench my toes that had just previously been curled.
Logan gives a dark laugh, and Rand’s eyes glitter as he stares down at me with equal measures of naked desire and fulfilment.
The tilt of his head. The soft smile. The intent stare.
Fulfilment that he’s given me what I wanted.
And I melt again.
Then Logan starts fucking Rand, who starts fucking me again, and I come so hard, I feel obliterated. I have no doubt I can put myself back together again, but I’m just wondering what a reassembled Catherine Lyons will look like compared to the old one.
Chapter 17
Rand
“Are you excited about starting work today?” I ask Cat as she leans in toward my small bathroom mirror and puts on mascara.
She gives a soft, “Uh-huh” as she feathers the black goo onto her eyelashes.
I’m fascinated by everything she does to make herself up. Not to make herself more beautiful, because I don’t think the makeup and perfect hair does that. It just makes her beautiful in a different way. She could wear nothing on her face, as I’ve seen her do at night before she goes to bed, and still be just as lovely.
But I watch because she lets me and because I could watch her for hours doing nothing. Pish was already pissed at me for ditching work last Friday, as well as missing Monday and Tuesday of this week. But I pointed out to him that I never take vacation—which is true because there’s nowhere I want to be—and that shut him up. I also told him I was taking Wednesday too.
Which I did and enjoyed thoroughly. That was the day after the spectacular fuck-fest that occurred between Cat, Logan, and me. Whereas I thought the three of us would go all night, turns out we all fell into an exhausted heap because of the massive orgasms that ripped through our little group. I think I dozed with my head on Cat’s chest and her playing with my hair. When I woke up, Cat was sound asleep and Logan was gone. I noted the way Cat was curled into me and I was spooned around her, and I figure if Logan saw that, he was being the good guy and jetted out of there so we could be alone.