No matter how badly I want to.
In the morning, I wake up first, cock aching. I stare at the ceiling and my first thought is of Rose, straddling me, her perfect tits in my hands as she slowly sinks herself onto my cock, her tight walls hugging me.
I swallow hard and resist the urge to wrap a fist around my shaft and starting pumping. They're asleep. It's rude, and it's also fucking creepy.
But then I imagine Rose, riding me hard, and Knox's face behind her, kissing her neck. The way her eyes slide shut in ecstasy.
And then the pressure of him, entering her from behind. The way her body would go almost limp and she'd be unimaginably tight, stuffed with both of us as we drove Rose nearly out of her mind.
I exhale hard in bed, my hands clenched in my bedsheets, my cock sticking straight up. I'm leaking precum like a faucet, and I take a few deep breaths before forcing myself out from under my warm covers and into a sitting position.
Rose is staring at me, blue eyes wide. She's spooned against Knox, and he's still asleep, but their covers are a little off and I can see that he's got one hand on a breast, caressing it in his sleep. She smiles just a little, pushes her blankets off more, and moves her hips back against him.
I'm completely certain he's hard too, and I watch the haze of lust come over Rose's eyes as she rubs herself against him.
Yeah, I'm a little jealous, but God I love watching her like this. It's me she's teasing right now, both of us she wants.
"Can I have a good morning kiss?" she asks, keeping her voice low.
I grin. I'd planned on waiting until after breakfast to do this again, let her wake up a little, but if she wants it? Fuck yes.
"Of course," I say, and walk over to the other bed. I lean down and give her a long, lingering, deep kiss. It doesn't end. Rose makes a soft little noise into my mouth, her fingers winding through my hair, and I find my hand in the valley of her hip.
Slowly, I get into Knox's bed, still kissing Rose, my tongue in her mouth. I think Knox wakes up because suddenly her hips jerk backward and there's a growl, then another moan, and she's sandwiched between us.
I move my hand down between her legs, listening to her moan and gasp. She's incredibly wet already, her sweet pussy practically drooling for us. Knox rolls a nipple between his fingers as I stroke her in slow circles, feeling her tense and writhe as she gets closer and closer to the edge.
Then Knox's hand is there, slipping his fingers into her slippery seam, teasing her before sinking them deep inside her. Rose moans, her hips bucking as I keep stroking her clit.
Even this is fucking glorious, Knox and I working together to make this fucking perfect girl feel this good.
"You like getting fucked?" he growls into her ear, pushing three fingers knuckle-deep.
Rose gasps, then moans.
"Yes," she whispers.
Her hand drifts down and closes around my cock, and I groan.
"Tell me," he says. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."
Rose opens her eyes and looks at me, her gaze going unfocused.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispers, still looking at me. "Please."
Then she swallows. I should be jealous, but I'm not. She's unbelievably beautiful and sexy, no matter what.
"I want you both to fuck me," she whispers.
Chapter Twelve
Knox
I almost come when Rose says I want you both to fuck me. Even though she's a virgin still, and I know there's no way we can literally both fuck her yet, it's all I've been thinking about: both of us inside her at once, Rose virtually on another plane of existence with pleasure.
"Beg us," I tell her, whispering roughly against the shell of her ear. There's nothing in the world like watching a beautiful girl come undone, beg you for your cock, the grateful sigh she'll make when you finally drive it home deep.
We're both pretty blessed in that department, at least.
"Please," she says. Logan's fingers are still working at her clit, and I pull my fingers from her tight pussy, wrap my hand around my cock. "I need to feel you inside me. I want you to be my first."
That's all I need, and I slide the head of my cock against her lips, just barely nudging inside. She's still incredibly tight, and I don't want to hurt her, but I know I'm a lot to take for a first time.
It's okay. We'll make it worth Rose's while in the end.
She pushes her hips back against me, like she's begging me to take more. Logan is still rubbing furiously at her clit and she's stroking his cock while I slide myself into her, just a little.
Her pussy's like a fist. Rose gasps lightly, her back tensing, and Logan kisses her neck, his fingers still circling her clit.
I grab her hips hard and try to ease myself into her, even though every fiber of my being wants me to take her now, hard and fast, sink myself deep into her absolutely perfect channel. But I can't. Not yet, because I want our Rose to scream in pleasure, not pain.
Slowly, she opens up around me, her muscles unclenching, and Logan kisses her slowly. Rose whimpers a little, and I stop short, trying to catch my breath. She feels so fucking incredible that I'm afraid I'll lose control at any moment, but I kiss the back of her neck and murmur into her ear.
"Are you okay?"
She just nods, panting for breath.
"Don't stop," she whispers. "I need you deeper inside me."
I bite her ear, and she moans as I push deeper, past that perfect, tight ring of muscle. Her breathing gets uneven and once I'm all the way in, I stop for a moment, feeling her clench and flutter around me.
"Deep enough?" I growl into her ear.
She nods, wordlessly.
"You like how it feels to have a big cock balls-deep in your sweet little pussy?" I ask. I can't help myself but talk dirty like this to Rose, because there's something about her sweet innocence that just begs me to ruin her.
"Yes," she gasps out.
Logan takes his hand from her clit and moves down the bed, licking and sucking at her neck, her nipples. She winds her hands through his hair and slowly pushes her hips back against me, like she wants me to fuck her properly.
I dig my fingers into her hips and do it. I start out as slow and gentle as I can force myself to go, but the way she moans, the way she writhes like she's begging us to fuck her harder drives me crazy. Soon I'm thrusting myself into her as hard as I can, side-by-side on the bed, as Logan licks her nipples and she moans.
"Harder," she begs me. "Please."
I can't fuck her any harder like this, so I pull out and before she can say anything, I push her over and have her on her hands and knees on the bed, her perfect ass in the air, her wet pussy in front of me. For just a moment I think about that perfect pink pucker, but then she arches her back and looks over her shoulder at me.
I grab Rose's hair and fuck her again, as hard as I can. She nearly screams with pleasure, her pussy tightening around me as she does.
Fuck.
Then Logan's in front of her, on his knees, his cock in his hand, and Rose leans forward to lick the tip like a lollipop before she takes it into her mouth, then swallows it. She keeps moaning as she sucks his cock, licking and slurping at it.
Finally, Rose's pussy clenches down on me. I swear it's like a vise, and she half-moans, half-shouts into Logan's cock. I swear she's fucking me back almost as much as I'm fucking her, and I can't help myself.
I come inside her as hard as I've ever come in my life, almost like she's milking my cock until I'm totally and completely spent. Rose comes hard, in waves, her muscles clenching and flexing as she moans and whimpers, still licking at Logan, the head of his cock in her mouth.
When I'm finally soft I pull out, a thick trickle of cum dripping from her slit. Logan's already pulling her up to kneeling, kissing her hard, and so I pull her head around and kiss her as well, taking turns.
He's still hard as a rock, and as we kiss her, Rose takes his cock in her hand and starts stroking it again while he growls into her neck.
"You don't think you're done, do you?" he asks, biting at her softly.
"I hope not," she says softly, her eyes still wide and innocent.
Chapter Thirteen
Rose
I can't believe I'm doing this. I think I just lost my virginity to two men at once, and still, I can't get enough of this. I want Logan to fuck me, now, I need his thick cock inside me, making me scream and moan with pleasure.
But the moment I say I hope not, he's pushing me back onto the bed, pulling my knees around his hips, then over his shoulders as I'm flat on my back, nearly helpless in this position, the head of his cock already nudging at my opening.
Then he grabs my wrists and holds them over my head, so I'm totally pinned. Completely at his mercy.
"Beg me to fuck you," he commands.
"Please," I whisper.
His hands tighten on my wrists. Knox pinches one of my nipples, rolling it between his fingers, and I moan again.
"Beg me properly," Logan growls.
Fuck. I need him, right now, the dull ache inside me still not satiated because I want Logan, too, and I want him just as hard and fast and deep as I just took Knox.
"Please fuck me as hard as you can," I whisper.
I can barely believe I said those words out loud, but Logan grins.
"You dirty girl," he says, and then slides his thick cock all the way to the root in a single stroke.
I gasp, stars in front of my eyes as I arch my back. It doesn't exactly hurt but I feel like I'm being stuffed full, stretched to the limit, my body right at the edge of pain, the exact same way it did with Knox.
But it also feels fucking wonderful, like his huge cock is filling me completely and touching every sensitive nerve ending in my body, lighting them all at once. Knox is still rolling my nipples between his fingers, his eyes still hungry as he watches.