"God, you've got a tight little pussy," Logan gasps. "I swear you feel fucking perfect."
He adjusts my knees over his shoulders and drives himself a little deeper. I nearly scream, it feels so good, my wrists straining against his hands.
He just grabs me tighter.
"Come for me, Rose," he demands. "I need you to come while I'm fucking you and I can't last much longer."
Logan fucks me harder, faster, deeper, and I'm right on the edge, about to go over.
Then suddenly, Knox kisses me hard, his tongue invading my mouth, and in that moment, I fly over the edge and I'm falling, completely helpless against the force of my own orgasm. I moan into Knox's mouth and he bites my bottom lip as I tense and release, every muscle in my body flexing and spasming.
As soon as I finish, I can feel Logan's cock jerk deep inside me and then he's groaning and growling, pumping into me as he comes. It feels incredible, and even as he slows and pulls out I can feel myself clenching around him like I'm not ready to let go.
He lets my wrists go, takes my knees from over his shoulders, and then they both flop next to me in Knox's bed. I kiss Logan first, then Knox, and they both snuggle onto me.
"Thank you," Logan whispers.
Knox kisses me on the temple.
I'm starting to hope this snowstorm never ends.
After we finally get up and eat a meal, it's still raging. The radio is still out, so they haven't been able to report that they've found a missing person. I know the truth about that, though: I haven't been reported missing. There's no one to miss me, just my father who's left for God knows where.
Hell, I'd bet a hundred bucks I haven't been reported missing, and that's a hundred bucks I don't have.
Logan and Knox head outside to shovel the roof off, again, and I'm left in the cabin to entertain myself. They're gone for a long time — there's a lot of snow — and I end up prepping dinner. Steak from the chest freezer in the storage room, along with mashed potatoes and frozen peas.
When they come in from outside they're both sweaty and starving, and just watching them peel off their layers makes me ache, like a river of molten lava coursing through my body. But I know they're both bone-tired from shoveling snow, not to mention sweaty, so I fire up the skillet while Logan showers first, then Knox, even though it's all I can do to force myself not to think about them, wet and muscled and tantalizing as fuck in the shower.
After dinner, we sit around for a little while, talking about our lives before the snowstorm. The radio still isn't working, and they both worry, even though I tell them they shouldn't.
I can hardly keep myself from staring at them, memories of this morning running ceaselessly through my head. I still can't believe that I took not one guy, but two. At nearly the same time, no less, and it was incredible. It was amazing. I don't think I'll ever be able to stop thinking about it.
When I stand to clear the dishes away, Logan catches my wrist. Just like he did last night, except this time he grins and pulls me onto his lap.
He's hard as a rock, his erection pressing perfectly against my already-wet pussy in another pair of borrowed sweatpants.
"How about dessert?" he asks, grinning his slow, dangerous grin.
I don't even have to ask what dessert is. It's obviously me.
"As long as you're not too sore from this morning," he goes on, running his fingers down my spine. "But I could sure use a little something sweet after today."
He pulls one leg around so I'm straddling him, and now my arms are on his shoulders, the huge bulge in his pants right up against my wet, needy pussy, practically pulsing with desire.
"You're not tired from today?" I ask.
He kisses me roughly on the neck, sucking at my skin. I'm sure it's going to leave a mark, but it feels so good I don't care.
"Not too tired to give you the fucking you deserve," he growls, his lips on my collarbone.
I gasp. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get used to the way he talks to me, even though I like it, and my pussy gushes in response.
Knox pushes his chair back, and then he's behind me, pulling my shirt off over my head. I'm still not wearing a bra, so he cups my breasts in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers. He's hard too, his erection a thick line against my back.
"We're never too tired for that," he rumbles.
Chapter Fourteen
Logan
I know I'm not supposed to talk to a girl like Rose this way, but I can't help it. Something about her makes me want to absolutely ruin her for anyone else, make her feel so good that no one but us can ever satisfy her again.
Her eyelids flutter closed and she moans softly, Knox's hands on her breasts. I pull my shirt over my head as her hips buck on top of me, grinding herself directly on top of my painfully hard cock.
I might come in my pants. I might. I spent hours today just remembering the perfect tightness of her this morning, the way her walls gripped me like they were trying to pull me in even as she stretched around me.
Rose unbuckles and unzips my pants and then Knox's pants, pulling out both our cocks, one in each hand. She looks from one to the other, pumping them both slowly, biting her lip as she does. Her pupils dilate with desire, almost like she's trying to decide which one she wants first.
Knox groans, and Rose bends toward him, carefully taking the head of his cock into her mouth. He grabs her head in his hand, panting for breath already, as his cock disappears into her mouth and she looks up at him, her eyes wide and hazy.
Like she enjoys this almost as much as he does.
She's still pumping my cock in her hand, slowly, but it's not enough. When she pulls Knox's cock out of her mouth I push her off me gently and take our pants off, then pull her back into my lap, my fingers already exploring her dripping slit.
Rose takes Knox in her mouth again as I massage her clit, moaning into him as I push my fingers inside her, just to tease her.
"Ride my cock," I whisper into her ear as she licks and slurps at Knox. He's watching her through half-closed eyes, and I know he's thinking the same thing I am: how unbelievably beautiful Rose is right now.
How much more beautiful she'll be when she's coming with me inside her while she sucks him off.
"Now," I growl, and lift her up by the hips.
She takes her mouth off of Knox for a moment but keeps stroking him, grabbing the chair back behind me for balance as I position her directly over my cock.
Rose takes all of me in one thrust, so fucking good that I see sparks fly around the edges of my vision. Her eyes flutter to half-mast and her lips part slightly, the vague, hazy look I recognize from last night and this morning, the look that says she's nearly overwhelmed already.
Good. That's how I want her.
I take her by the hips and start moving her, up and down, her toes on the floor as her hips buck against me and my thick shift slides in and out of her sweet, tight little pussy, every millimeter ecstasy.
Knox grabs her by the hair, turns her head, and Rose opens her mouth and sucks him in again, moaning as he thrusts into her mouth, her eyes wide. He groans as he pushes her lips down his shaft, and as he slips into her throat I can feel her pussy tighten around me, her movements even more urgent.
"I think you like having your holes stuffed with cock, you filthy little girl," I whisper into her ear.
Knox pulls back and she moans, spasming around my cock again. I cup both her small-but-full breasts in my hands and tweak her nipples until she whimpers, leaving her just on the border of pleasure and pain.
Her pussy walls are grabbing and gripping at me tightly, almost like they're closing in on my cock, trying to draw me deeper into her. With every thrust I'm hilting myself all the way into my sweet Rose, filling her as fast and hard as I can and she's matching me perfectly, thrust for thrust as she sucks Knox off at the same time.
I can't last long, but over my shoulder, Knox groans, a noise that turns into a growl. His hand tightens in her hair and Rose whimpers in pleasure, her eyes rolling back and sliding closed.
"Swallow me," he commands her, his voice raw and rough.
She does it eagerly, and then Knox grits his teeth and grunts.
"Fucking Christ you feel good," he manages to say, and then he just bellows as he comes in Rose's mouth. She doesn't stop riding me for an instant, her motions getting more and more urgent, but she swallows Knox's cum again and again until he's finally finished, breathing hard.
But Rose keeps going, licking and sucking at his cock as he pulls out and he moans.
"That's right," he growls, quietly. "Clean it off like a good girl."
She clenches around me again when he says that, like it turns her on even more, and I pull her down onto me as hard as I can. Rose moans, the head of Knox's cock still in her mouth.
I want more. I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to stuff both her holes, how she would completely lose her mind with pleasure. Her muscles are fluttering and spasming around me, and I know she's so close to coming.
I reach down, slide my fingers along her stretched-tight lips where I'm entering her, and gather her juices on my fingertips.
Then I reach around her, feeling for her tight, virginal pucker, and circle it with my lubed-up fingers.
When I find it, Rose gasps. She sits up straighter, arching her back like she's offering me access, and then she moans.
Knox is behind her, and then his hand joins mine, his lips on the back of her neck as he circles her back hole with his thick fingers, slippery with her juices. I move my hand back to her hips, bouncing her on my cock as hard as I can.