Sophie Oak - Back in Bliss

Logan’s face was flushed as his arms moved in a rhythm. “I’ve plugged this gorgeous asshole every day for the last couple of weeks. I’ve moved her from a starter plug all the way up to very near my size, and she still is tight as a goddamn drum. She’s going to kill me.”

She was killing him. She sucked and then dragged her tongue up, finding the spot at the back of his head and giving it a long rub with the flat of her tongue. He had to steel himself. He couldn’t come yet. Not until he was inside her.

God, it was the first time he got to be inside her with absolutely nothing in between them. She was on birth control, and he and Logan had a clean bill of health from the most invasive, gruffest doctor he’d ever been examined by, and it was all worth it because he got to feel that silky smooth pussy on his cock tonight.

“Just a little more, Georgia.”

His little blonde minx set in, sucking and dragging hard, as though she was a woman on a mission. She worked her mouth around his dick, eating it down inch by inch. Seth felt his eyes close, his balls start to draw up.

And he pulled out.

“Not until I’m ready, Georgia.”

“You seemed really ready to me, Seth.”

Little brat. He was ready for some punishment of his own. He moved around and smacked her ass five times in quick succession. His cock pulsed as she squirmed and squealed sweetly because Logan still had two fingers securely in her asshole.

“See,” Logan began with a grin. “You’re learning. And she’s ready. Get inside her. I’ll be right back.”

Seth felt a little savage. So this was why cavemen dragged women around. He wasn’t about to fist her hair or anything, but he lifted her easily into his arms. Conquering. That was how this sex felt. He’d conquered the business world, had more success than most people twice his age, but he hadn’t felt like he’d truly won until he looked down at the woman in his arms and realized she’d utterly submitted to him. Not for his money or for power, but because this woman loved him with her heart and soul.

“You’re the prize, Georgia. You’re the prize.” Logan had accused him of getting lost in his work, and he did, but he’d always known that whatever software he was developing or company he was building wasn’t the end game. This was the end game. This woman and his best friend and the life they could have together. That was the win.

Her hand came up, running through his hair. “I love you, Seth. I love you both so much. I want to be with you.”

She was always with him. He set her down on her feet. “Get on top, baby. I want to get inside you.”

He stretched out on the big bed he’d had custom made just for them. It was one of the romantic parts of his third-floor dungeon. The bed was huge and covered in soft Egyptian cotton sheets, and very tastefully hid the restraints that ran under it. They could tie their wife up all they liked and keep her screaming. But that was for later.

Seth groaned as she straddled him. This was right where he wanted to be. She enveloped him with her heat, her beauty. She grasped his cock as she began to lower herself on him.

He closed his eyes because this was heaven.

Logan washed his hands and then glanced in the mirror.

Who the hell was looking back at him? He’d been a boy for so long, even after he’d taken his badge, and then he’d just been so fucking angry, he hadn’t recognized himself. So who the hell was this man? He was peaceful. He was happy. He read comic books again and loved bad science fiction, but he also worked out and was serious about going to college and seeing the world.

He was a friend and a husband. One day he would be a father.

And he was just about to fucking cry again. God, he was like a baby sometimes when he really felt the love around him. He was blessed beyond measure. They should have run. His moms, his boss, his friends, Georgia. He’d practically been an animal. He’d shamed himself and shamed his badge, but when he was at his lowest, his family sent him to a place where he’d just found more friends. Leo and Julian. Ben and Chase. Fuck, even Kitten had helped him. Maybe she had most of all because nothing would have been possible without Georgia.

This was the man who had taken his real family name. Logan Warner. He was a man who had taken charge. His momma might not have liked it, but she was on a diet now. He’d put his foot down. She’d laid down the law with him. Well, he’d done the same with her. He was out of the woods, and he wanted his momma to live a good life, and if that meant giving up bacon, that was the way it was. He could still remember the horrified look on her face when he’d explained that Nell was now in charge of the food for the anniversary party. And the way his ma had cried because she’d been so worried after they had told her. If Logan had his way, Marie and Teeny Warner would be together for another twenty-five years. They had to because they would make the best grandparents in the world.

They’d certainly been the best moms.

No, he wasn’t sure about this man yet, but he knew one thing. This man would work it out. This man had hope. After all, the world could be cold, but there was always warmth waiting for him.

And if he waited too long, Georgia would talk Seth into another orgasm. Logan knew what his place was. He was the hard-ass. He was the Dom. Seth was getting there, but he still melted the minute she turned those eyes on him. That was perfectly fine outside the bedroom, but a man needed to be in charge of at least one segment of his life.

Logan ditched his overly expensive trousers. His cock had been ready for hours. He’d made them all wait, but anticipation could be sweet, and now all that sweetness was about to come to fruition.

He threw open the door and groaned at the sight in front of him. Warm? The world was hot right now.

Georgia was riding Seth, her head thrown back, her hips rolling. Seth gripped her waist, forcing her on his dick over and over again. Logan knew that most men would be horrified, but he just wanted to join in. He didn’t give a flying fuck what most men would do. Most men didn’t have his family.

“Don’t you come, Georgia. Not until I’m inside.” Most men didn’t get to be a warlord in the bedroom and then cuddle up afterward secure in the knowledge that they always had someone to watch their backs.

“But I’m so close.” She was using that breathy sex kitten voice that let Logan know she wasn’t joking. She really was about to come.

“I will pull you off and get the violet wand out. I’ll tie you down and shock your nipples until you scream for me to let you come and then I’ll keep doing it.” His girl had loved the violet wand. On a low, playful setting. She’d loved the way the blue sparks hit her nipples. She’d giggled and talked about how they were singing a rock song.

Exploring her unique sexuality was the light of his life. He had so much to show her, so much to discover with her. They could play forever.

He grabbed the lube but not the condoms. They didn’t need them. He didn’t want anything between him and his woman. And when the time was right, she would toss out the pills and he and Seth would take turns filling her up, getting her pregnant, creating their family.

But not for a while. He had more exploring to do, more time to spend with them before they settled back here in Bliss to raise their family.

Seth went still. “Listen to him, baby. He will do everything he says he will. He will torture you all night and then none of us will get any until we hit Hawaii tomorrow. Do you really want to wait that long? I have a private plane taking us. He made sure it was stocked with floggers and nipple clamps and a whole bunch of rope.”