The Gin Rickey
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At her hitching cry, Curtis opened his eyes to see what Logan had done.
His best friend was looking up at them both, eyes burning with open desire, Bethany’s pleasure wet his lips and chin. His hand was buried between Bethany’s spread thighs.
Cock a throbbing rod, Curtis watched as Logan twisted his wrist, his fingers deep within Bethany’s pussy.
Once again, Bethany cried out, the sound raw and willing. Her nails raked at Curtis’s shoulder, down his arm. Her hips bucked.
Logan twisted his wrist again, his nostril flaring as he watched Bethany’s reaction to his penetration.
She slammed her hips upward, another cry of rapture bursting from her lips.
The sight of Logan’s fingers disappearing into her sweet slit over and over with slow, methodical precision and intent sent a wave of hot lust through Curtis. As did the savage way Bethany dug her nails into his arm as she writhed on the sofa.
He met Logan’s stare, his breath catching at the unspoken trust in his friend’s eyes. Logan would do anything for Curtis. He knew that, and right now, Logan was giving him that, sharing the only thing Logan truly wanted.
His whole body thrummed, not just with sexual urgency for the woman they both desired, but with a profound trust for the man.
They truly were together on this.
Together on bringing Bethany to the heights of sexual rapture. Together on experiencing it with her.
Head swimming with charged need, cock aching with engorged want, he tore his stare from Logan’s eyes and took her nipple in his mouth again.
He sucked that perfect bead of flesh until her moans turned wild. He worshipped with his tongue and teeth as he mirrored his mouth’s rhythm with his fingers on her other nipple.
“Oh God, yes…” she gasped. “L-Logan…Curtis…this is…”
Once again, her words gave way to whimpering noises. Curtis wanted to lift his head to see what Logan was doing, but couldn’t find the willpower to stop suckling on her breast. How could he when it was so warm, so soft and lush and exquisite?
“This is what, Bethany?” Logan’s voice danced on her hitching pants. “Tell me.”
“G-good,” she groaned, driving her nails into Curtis’s shoulder again. Her body shook, trembles that echoed her shallow breaths. “So good.”
From between her thighs, Logan chuckled. “I think we can do better than good, don’t you, Curtis?”
Kneading her other breast with increased pressure, Curtis withdrew his mouth from her nipple and raised his head to meet his friend’s gaze. “I think we can. What do you have in mind?”
Logan’s smile grew haughty. “This.”
As Curtis watched, his friend, the man who’d had difficulty even making eye contact with a woman for most of the time Curtis had known him, rose slowly to his knees, sank two fingers into Bethany’s pussy and took her right nipple with his mouth.
Needing no prompting, Curtis returned his own mouth to Bethany’s other breast. Closed his lips around her nipple and sucked.
Hard.