Chapter 5: The Unicorn Spectacular
Veronica couldn't stop watching Logan with Mac. He looked huge, towering over her. Was that how she looked with him? Him dwarfing her, but his hands so gentle on her body… Her nipples pricked hard, and Dick stepped up behind her. She dropped her head back on his shoulder, letting him rub her breasts as she watched. But her eyelashes fluttered a little with unexpected sensation. "Shit, that feels good."
"I know, right?" he sounded gleeful, and slipped his hands inside the neckline of her dress to tweak her nipple. This whole situation had her heated way too far up, and she was dying for a little relief.
"Zipper?"
"Absofuckinglutely." Dick slipped her dress zipper down to her waist, let the top drop, thumbed down the edges of her bra. His chest was bare against her shoulder blades, the muscle different than Logan's but still thick, warm. Having a strange touch on her breasts was arousing in a new way. She couldn't predict exactly, how he'd move, but there was none of the nerves of doing this with a new partner. Wanting them to like you, to think you were sexy. Maybe it made her a bad person, but she kind of didn't care? Dick was so enthusiastically positive about sex, it seemed like he enjoyed just about any part of it he got to do, and right now, being the recipient of all that focus was…nice.
It felt a little naughty, having her dress stripped to her waist with all four of them crowded into Logan's bedroom. She leaned her head back closer into Dick's neck. Of course it would be here. She'd tried so many racy, sensual things in this room. It felt like, in so many ways, her virginity had been washed away in this room. Even though it hadn't been, technically. Duncan had lived in the other room, the one that Dick resided in, now. She'd still felt like a virgin after that fumbling, dry pumping, though. Maybe more so, like awkwardness was written all over her bones. Doesn't get sex. She knew Logan had seen it on her, when he'd exited Kendall's room with the sheen of sweat from his exertions still all over his languid muscles.
All the real changes in her had been wrought in this room. When she'd reached for something a little dirtier, always to be met halfway by Logan's smooth chuckle and tender hands. His eyes never looking at her any different in the morning, like she could be anyone she wanted, with him.
Logan and Mac were stripping each other's clothes off now. Quiet, with a joke and a smile here and there. Veronica's heart was whirling. She'd never…watched him with someone else. Especially not without wishing it was through crosshairs of a very large rifle. But he was cute with Mac, like a friend. Even when his big hand slid over the line of her panties, cupping her hip. And she trusted Mac. Not to fall for him. And Logan…
He looked her way, once, as Dick's hand started to slide inside her bra, and their eyes met in this way…they couldn't have done this in high school. Battered teens that they were, they didn't have it in them to trust anybody the way they had come to trust each other, all those years later. Loving Logan was the most solid thing in her life. Knowing he loved her…
It was weird. Even when they were broken up. When she'd seen him wrecked in that elevator. Dedicating songs to her on the radio. She'd supposedly been jealous then, dumping him for fooling around with Madison. But she hadn't been surprised that he'd been wrecked over her.
It had been a long time, she realized, since she'd first started taking it for granted that Logan couldn't stop loving her if he tried.
His love was, actually, the thing in the world she trusted most to never change. It was so ridiculously easy to see now, that his hand was just a hand, as it unclasped Mac's bra for her. And that the way he loved Veronica wasn't in any way touched by that.
Veronica leaned back against Dick, oddly relaxed in his massaging hands under her bra, as if they'd done this a thousand times and not twice. There was just an ease to him, as a person, she guessed. A lack of pressure and expectations that she knew had drawn Logan to him, at a time when everyone in his life—and all the tabloids—were judging his every move.
She watched her boyfriend, the gentle way he ducked his head to kiss Mac's shoulder. The way the light fell across his cheekbones. How he never asked anything for himself, in bed. Like it just didn't matter.
"He's easy to love, isn't he?" she murmured to Dick.
"The best. Why do you think I've stuck around all these years?"
She let her eyes fall closed, pushing her ass back against where Dick was starting to get hard. His teasing of her breasts felt nice, but it was starting to make her restless for more. He flicked her bra straps off her shoulders and she reached up to shove it farther down.
"Shit, Ronnie." Dick's breath hissed in and his hands came back, cupping her now that she was bare. "Great fucking tits, seriously."
She laughed. "Help a girl out?"
"You too?" One of his hands slipped under the fallen waist of her dress, where it was still zipped high enough to cling to her hips. "Watching them just about has me just about ready to blow. Think they'd just put on a show for us?"
He was stroking her over the steamed-up satin of her panties. "Logan would. Mac? I think she might need the lights off, to let us touch her."
He groaned a little in her ear and cupped her pussy harder, pulling her back against him. "Shit, Ronnie. Don't say shit like that when I'm already turned on."
She turned her head, a devilish smile touching her mouth. "I want to play with your girlfriend's tits," she whispered in Dick's ear and he flexed thicker against her ass. "What do you have to say about that?"
"Please and thank you?" he guessed, raggedly, rubbing himself on her. "Damn, Ronnie."
"I think I…" Across the room, Mac was stuttering in response to some question Logan'd whispered in her ear. He was shirtless now, muscles gleaming in the overhead light. "Um, yes? Maybe? I might die."
He smiled. "We can handle that. I know Heimlich, remember?"
Mac broke out into nervous laughter and Logan crooked a finger at Dick. "On it," he said, his hand slipping out from under Veronica's dress and giving her breasts a goodbye squeeze. "You," he whispered to them on his way by, "are spectacular."
She shrugged back into her bra as Dick went back to his girlfriend. "I've got you," he said to her. "C'mon." He stripped off his pants and tugged her up onto the bed, his back against the headboard. Mac laid out face-up in his lap, topless in just panties and stockings. He squeezed her shoulders. "Love you. You can do as many hot things as you want with my friends. I won't be mad. Especially now that I can watch."
"Dick?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm not really mad. I'm like…" She shrugged. "Left out? I feel weird about it. Like you guys are in a cooler club than me. And I've always—" She looked at Veronica.
"Felt a little behind when it comes to sex?" She finished her friend's sentence. "I might know the feeling. Especially with Tweedle-Casanova over here." She hooked a thumb at Logan. "And Tweedle-Don Juan over there." Pointed at Dick.
"But you managed to…" Mac started.
"Oh no." Veronica shook her head. "They did all the doing, I promise. They're quite…" She winced. "The team. I hate to say it, but it's true. I hate to even get into the middle of their groove here." As soon as she said it, she wished she could take it back. Because what if they asked her to leave? She couldn't stand the thought of them both working on Mac. First, because she was more than a little overheated, thinking about it. Second, because those were her boys. They'd kind of just…felt like hers, not just Logan but Dick, too, all living here in the Neptune Grand, her coming home at night to always find one or the other of them there, even if she didn't call first.
And yup, now she really, really got why Mac was upset about the threesome. Which made her think two things:
1. They needed to give Mac an experience so hot that she'd never again feel awkward about her skills in bed. Much less remember that she'd once been left, naked, by a guy who refused to have sex with her, in this very hotel. Before throwing himself off the roof.
2. She loved Mac. And she didn't want her to feel awkward and left out the way Veronica had, so many times in her life. Even if fixing that meant sharing both her boys with Mac, not just the one ditzy blond one.
Veronica came closer to the bed, reaching up to unclasp her already-mussed bra.
"Oh no, that's definitely part of the services I provide." Logan stepped in behind her, his wide shoulders comforting and warm. He nuzzled her neck. Ran the zipper down the rest of her dress and let it slip down into a pile at her feet. Cupped her between the legs hard, once, so a moan caught in her throat before her bra was whispering off, and the very tips of his fingers were playing over her breasts. So much more sophisticated than Dick's solid, earnest touch. This was complex, teasing. There and gone again in an exact rhythm like he was playing an instrument she'd never even learned the name of. Veronica's breath heaved in and out, once.
Mac was watching like she'd never blinked in her life.
"Interested?" Logan asked. Mac nodded, up and down. Much more up and down.
He gave Veronica a little push, patting her panty-clad ass. She laid down on the bed next to Mac, her heart picking up, thinking about what she'd needed to relax when it was her and Logan and Dick.
She laid a hand between Mac's breasts, already stripped bare. "When Logan asked Dick to join, I wasn't about to back down," she told her friend. "I told him I was into it, and I was. But I also wasn't. And Dick said—" She stopped, peeking up at her blond friend where he was leaned against the headboard, cradling his girlfriend. "He said, 'You okay with this? For real? Me and you?' and I told him to be gentle, thinking Dick'd never been gentle in his life." Mac started to shake her head, like she couldn't even wait for Veronica to be finished to disagree and Veronica smiled. "I know. He was perfect. Slipped into me all careful, like a gentleman, and then tipped until he hit every hot spot I've ever had on the way in."
She drifted her hand down Mac's body, feeling her friend's stomach clench, hips straining up in unthinking response to Veronica's words.
"I don't know how to do this, either," she said to the other girl. "But if those boys have taught me anything, it's that sex doesn't have to be graceful or cool. It just has to be hot."
She petted her fingers over Mac's panties, as light as she thought Logan might have done it. "Okay?"
Her friend nodded vigorously.
"And you don't need a ton of experience to be hot. You've always been hot, Mac," she told her honestly. Then leaned in, hovering her lips just a hair above Mac's. Waiting for permission, making the other girl push up to kiss her. It was quick, and hard, and Veronica followed her back down. The kiss had such a different rhythm than Logan's. The way Mac used her tongue so much more hesitantly. It left Veronica to take control and ooh, she liked it. It wasn't until she felt the shock of a bare breast against her own that she realized how much she'd leaned in. She stopped dead, shifted a little closer so their skin slid over each other. Mac's eyes were as glazed as hers, both of them panting. And she went back for more.
"Holy banana," she heard Dick breathe.
A hand slid down Veronica's panties. Too big to be Mac's, but she didn't look to see if it belonged to Dick or Logan. She was okay. No matter what, she was safe and taken care of here, with them, and it felt good to rock all that tension from Mac's sweet little kisses into that big, masculine hand that wasn't shy about pushing into her, fucking her hard and dirty with two thick fingers. She started biting at Mac's lips, getting worked up, and Mac pulled back.
"Whoa, ouch."
"Sorry." Veronica was breathless. She grinned. "Logan likes it rougher than you, I think."
"I bet," Mac said dryly. Which was about the time Veronica realized one of her hands was on Mac's chest. Just down from left nipple. And that felt…fascinating. She let her hand climb, just a little, checked up at Mac's face. Her friend's eyes had fallen shut and she took a deep breath that pressed her into Veronica's hand. The fingers in Veronica's panties fucked deep, just then, spreading wide to stretch her with that little pleasure-pinch of pain and she inhaled, knowing exactly who it was now. She clapped a hand over Logan's to bring him deeper, as her hand closed over Mac's breast. Her thumb rubbed the small nipple, but she was awkward and she glanced back to her boyfriend behind her. "Show me?" she murmured. "How you—"
"Of course." He pulled out of her panties and came up on the bed beside Mac as Veronica rolled to her other side. "Mmm, Mac?" He kissed her ribs as he was pulling himself up beside her. Raised an eyebrow at her as he played his knuckles lazily across her stomach. She nodded, not meeting his eyes.
He laid his hand over her belly. Squeezed a little. "Hey."
She looked up at him, reluctantly.
"I'm not embarrassed about touching you like this," he said. "I'm your friend and you have a beautiful body." He stroked her lower ribs, propping his head on a hand and watching her. "What I care about is if you don't like it. I don't like touching women who don't want me to be there."
Veronica's heart flipped over, watching him. She'd never seen him use all that patience with another woman, just her. She'd thought it was because he loved her, why he was so kind and careful. Every single time. And she was kind of blown away to realize…she loved him even more that he'd be that sweet with any woman. It was just Logan, being Logan. She reached over and squeezed his arm, unable to stop from touching him in this moment, even though she didn't want to interrupt. He caught her hand and kissed her fingers, without looking away from Mac.
"It's not that." Mac rolled her eyes, half-hiding her face in Dick's chest. "I just don't like seeing you as…hot? You know? Except you're being really hot."
He chuckled, low, skimming his thumb over the top band of her panties so her legs squirmed on the bed. "I'll take that as a compliment. I think."
"Logan's really good at sex, Mac," Dick said earnestly. "You should let him do his thing on you, seriously. And then forget how good it was forever, so you can be with me."
She smiled and tipped her head up, catching the underside of his jaw with a kiss. "No worries, boyfriend. I kind of like you the way you are. Not sure I could handle smooth on a daily basis."
"Thank God," Dick said, with feeling.
"Nipples," Logan said to Veronica, "Aren't the bullseye. Not even the destination. They're like salt…a little bit makes everything else better, but too much ruins the whole dish."
"So you're saying it's about the chase." Neither of them looked up at Mac, but their hands rose, together. Clung, just for a second, then parted to trail lazily over the rise at the lower curve of her breasts. Her breath came in, sharply.
"The buildup of a wave."
"You don't necessarily want to make it to the top…"
"You just want to catch the good part, so you can keep riding."
Their fingers were circling, stroking. Playing.
"If no one touches my nipples, I'm going to go insane," Mac said, both hands fisted in the bedspread by this point. Dick reached around and rolled his thumb around the dark part of her aerole. Gave her the tiniest, softest pinch that left her gasping. Veronica leaned forward and kissed her other.
Mac meeped a little sound, and Veronica swept her tongue, soft and flat, across her sweet spot.
"Oh God," Mac said. "She's using your tongue trick on my nipple. I am not okay."
Veronica sucked a little, and Mac's words cut off. Logan started doing something on her other side that Veronica couldn't see, but could feel in the sudden arching, quivering of Mac's body. A thread in the bedsheets gave way to her fisting hands.
Veronica trickled her fingers up her friend's inner thigh. So much softer, smoother than Logan's. She petted the very edge of her satin panties. "Mac?"
"Yes." Gulp. "Uh-huh." That sound was rising toward a meep again, and Veronica smiled, sitting up to tug down Mac's underwear. Her friend was shaved, which she kind of hadn't been expecting, and without meaning to, she glanced at Dick. He was grinning. "I know, right? Talked her into it two months ago." He licked his lips. "Never looked back since."
The panties got stuck, because Mac had put the garters on over the top of them.
"Mmm, easy mistake," Logan sympathized, as Veronica wrestled with the annoying little clasps. He reached over and ripped the already-cut edge of pantyhose. Mac gasped at the tug against her leg, back arching like she liked it. He nudged a hand beneath her and ripped stockings out of clips on both sides, then let Veronica finish stripping off her panties and thoroughly ruined pantyhose.
Veronica looked down. Looked back at Dick. Had suddenly a lot more sympathy for his desperate need for oral sex tips.
"Oh, you want help? I gotcha." Dick pulled Mac up higher on his chest, reached around through where Logan was still playing lazily with his girlfriend's tits. Veronica scooted down on the bed, settling herself between Mac's legs with one of her friend's thighs tipped up on her shoulder to make room.
"Draw your tongue here and here." Dick's fingertip rose, stroking Mac along her very edges. "Swirl it around here." He made a circle at the top. "Suck gently all the way down here." He dropped his finger lower. "You wouldn't think but trust me on that one. Sometimes you can bite a little, once she's worked up." He tapped her inner thigh. "Then, you slip your fingers in, curl 'em forward, and shebang!"
Veronica frowned. "Whoa, fingers. Might be above my pay grade."
"Allow me?" Logan offered. "If you're okay with that, partner?"
Mac was quivering under all the attention, moving restlessly against her boyfriend's shirtless body. "That sounds really good but you'll never look at me the same will you?"
He shrugged. "Fingers are fingers, fun's fun. Long as you don't expect me to love anybody but Veronica, we're good."
She laughed. "Sometimes I forget."
"What's that?"
"You're simple too, in your own way." Her eyes were warmer than they'd been this whole time, more like herself. Veronica's heart flipped over. Logan was magic. Apparently, even for girls who weren't crazy, stupid in love with him. "Go ahead," Mac said.
Veronica started brushing kisses down her belly, warming up.
"Oh god oh god." Mac's hand flew to Dick's and squeezed.
"It's okay, seriously, they're really good."
"That's so not what I'm afraid of."
Logan lay his head on Mac's belly. "Woof," he sighed. "She gets me like that, too, Q. You can hold my shoulder if you need."
Veronica took advantage of Logan's distraction techniques to take her first lick. Mac's legs closed on her shoulders, squeezing hard, and then relaxing when Veronica took her second nuzzle. Soft, she remembered Logan telling Dick about this. If they close their legs, it's too hard.
She followed Dick's map exactly. Tracing with the very tip of her tongue. Taking a little swirl. It was nothing like going down on Logan. More complicated, for one. Velvety instead of hard. But as Mac started to buck and gasp, she lost herself in every little sound she could wring out, and she thought she might be starting to understand why Logan enjoyed this so much. It felt like being wanted. Like something you could do really, really well. It was nice to make someone feel good. And when Logan reached underneath her and slipped his fingers inside Mac, somehow that made it even hotter. She was sucking at Mac all around his thrusting fingers, biting the heel of his hand, both of them working ferociously so Mac arched and started crying out before Veronica was ready to stop playing with her.
"Let me." Logan bumped her aside and dropped his head, and Mac's sharp cries dropped into a startled, "Oh!" Then built in bucking gasps again until tiny screams were jolting out of her in between breaths, her ass tensed all the way up off the bed and her heels digging into the mattress. Veronica couldn't tell if he was drawing out the same orgasm or giving her a sequel's chain of them, but it was spectacular to watch.
Dick was squirming almost as much, his face and chest flushed deep red as he held Mac tight.
"Oh god," he was moaning. "Oh fuck this is hot. I'm gonna die, I'm gonna fucking die." Logan shifted, and Dick shut up for a second. Then said, "Oh. Oh wow. Thanks, bro. You're a real friend."
Veronica tilted her head to find Logan's free hand stroking Dick off. Thick erection and big hand, working, and the visual…wow that really did it for her. She dipped a hand into her own panties, getting her fingers wet, worked way up from everything they'd been doing to Mac.
Mac was totally shot by now, poured across Dick's chest and looking three-quarters of the way to dreamland by the time Logan lifted his head. He watched Veronica for a second as he worked his buddy's shaft. His eyes were steamy, dark. "Veronica. You want to?" He nodded to Dick's cock, swelling thicker in his hand.
"Nope, not a chance."
Blow jobs were weird for her. Something about having a guy all the way into her mouth, the way he could push deep before she could stop him. It hit different than sex, with her, and she really only ever liked doing it with Logan.
"Hey, if we're getting experimental, I've always kind of wanted to try…" Dick's eyes wandered downward. "You mind?"
Logan waved a hand at the bulge in his boxer briefs. "Be my guest. If you suck at it, though I'm gonna make fun of you."
"Haha suck, get it?"
"I do." Logan stood up, pushed down the waistband of his underwear. Took out his thunderously hard cock. "Now get down there."
Veronica's eyes widened as Dick crawled across the bed. She checked on Mac, who raised one eyelid half-mast. "Don't look at me. I'm going to need an hour at least before I can…word again. Maybe a year before I can make sense of what you two just did to me."
"Gotcha." Veronica pulled the blanket loose, wrapped it up over her and Mac. Settled in as Mac's little spoon so she could watch the show that was—holy shit—about to go on between the two boys. She knew her friend was tired, so she tried not to think about how…naked she felt back there. How interesting it was to feel breasts pressed against her back instead of hard, flat pecs.
Logan dug a hand into Dick's hair, pushing him down, and Veronica's hips jagged in response.
"Fuck, man, that's kinda hot," Dick muttered. "Pull it a little."
Logan fisted harder, his knuckles going pale with the force of it.
"Yeah."
Dick was into it, and he went pliant as Logan guided his cock with one hand, Dick's head with the other. Stuffing himself into the smaller man's mouth. His friend moaned around him and Logan's jaw went tight. Ticking once.
Hello. Veronica knew that tell. He was into this. More than a free blow job into this.
His hand went softer in Dick's hair, almost cradling the other man's head as he drew out, plunged back in. "Tip your head back. Let me fuck your throat."
Dick groaned, his hands gripping Logan's bare thighs. He wasn't even trying to use his hand, and Veronica watched as Logan slowly, thoroughly, began to fuck his mouth. He never did it this hard when it was with her. Thrust that deep.
"Sweet Jesus, Bond," Mac whispered in her ear. "Do they usually—"
"No."
"Did you think—"
"No."
Veronica slipped her hand back into her panties, widening her top knee. She desperately needed to come and this. Was. Not. Helping.
"Hey." Mac's hand was on her hip, venturing slowly forward. All that pliant limpness was gone and her body was tense again, pressing in tiny, unconscious rubs against Veronica's. "Can I try?"
"Um." Something in Veronica went alarm-light bright. That was so a yes, and a I-don't-know-how-to-be-like-that all at once. She wanted to feel it, but she also really wanted to lose herself in watching as Logan threaded his hand through the hair at the base of Dick's neck, pulling just hard enough to make the other guy moan. Dick finally got his hand in the action, working every inch of Logan's wet shaft that he couldn't take into his mouth.
"Yes," Veronica all but whimpered. She was aching, and she needed…more. Of everything. She spread her legs a little wider, and Mac's hand came down where hers had been. And whoa, that was not Logan. She almost closed her thighs out of sheer instinct but-oh. That felt good. Small, delicate fingers were…different. Foreign and interesting. She curled her hips a little and Mac's hand slid down to where she was wettest. All these strange touches tonight were whirling her head. Hands on her body when it was usually only Logan's. She wanted to fuck for weeks, in every position there was. She could still taste Mac on her tongue and she wanted to go back for more, driving the other woman into another of those screaming, heels-digging-into-mattress orgasms.
Veronica's breathing got heavier, and she tweaked her own nipple, watching Logan kick one foot up onto the bed and dig himself deeper in Dick's mouth with a groan.
She made a soft sound, Mac's inexperienced fingers getting her close but she was hung up right on the edge. Logan opened his eyes and they found hers, unerringly. His eyes were their darkest, most dangerous color, flashing with sexual energy.
He gripped Dick's shoulder. Pulled slowly, slowly out of his mouth.
"Shit," Dick said, and sat back on his heels. "That was hot. Who knew blow jobs were hot? I mean, on the bottom end and all. Fuck, I need to fuck."
Immediately, Veronica's mind flashed pictures of the last time. Logan stretching her ass, Dick plunging into her pussy at the same time. Like he was thinking the same, Logan shook his head, once. "I'm too worked up," he said bluntly. "I can't go easy enough to take your ass, not right now."
Dick rolled across the bed. "Me dos, amigo." He grabbed Mac and got Veronica in the bargain, crushing both mostly-naked girls to him as he kissed his girlfriend over her shoulder. Veronica's heated up breasts rasped against his chest, his cock caught throbbingly-hard right against where his girlfriend was just playing with her. And Veronica was so, gaspingly horny she couldn't help but curl her hips up against the friction of his dick.
"No, I got you, Ronnie." He reached around and took hold of Mac's ass, thrusting so it rubbed all three of them together in a very distracting way. "I get it. You need me to?"
"Yes." It came without thought and Dick, as per his usual, didn't ask questions.
"Up you go." He flipped Veronica's knee up over his hips, slipped his fingers inside of her. Wiggled once and bam found just the right spot. "Oh, Ronnie, you are wet. You're in a bad way, huh?"
He rolled his fingers and her head fell back onto Mac's shoulder, the other girl holding her and Veronica's inner muscles squeezing down on him as she finally finally tipped over that sharp edge into relief.
"There you go. C'mon now," he murmured. "Come to Daddy Dick."
That almost snapped her out of it, but he'd nuzzled the base of his hand up to her clit, holding her steady, and he was beckoning softly inside her with both his fingers, stroking everywhere she desperately needed. Her thigh torqued sharply against his ass and her whole body began to quake with the force of the—very belated—release.
"Shh," Dick murmured, dropping his head to kiss her shoulder, then kissing Mac again. "I got you. Squeeze as hard as you want, fuck, I don't care if you bruise." He gave it to her a little deeper, pulling a second peak out of her. "That's my girl."
"Nope," Logan said from behind him.
Dick looked up, so sharply he slipped out of her. "No, man, not what I meant. I wasn't saying—"
But Logan wasn't balling a fist, he just made a quick movement that Dick seemed to immediately understand. He vaulted over the top of Mac, nuzzling her forward up onto the bed. "You still hot, baby?" He dropped his head, kissing her throat.
"Mmm-oh," she squeaked. "I um, liked that. All of that. A lot. Can we?"
"Oh, we so can." Dick went for the condoms on the nightstand and ripped one open.
Logan pulled Veronica up to her knees, one-handed, wrapping a hand around the back of her throat. That nearly bruised, he pulled her to his mouth so hard. She clung to him, nails digging in. Fuck, she loved it when he revved this hard. When his perfect control started to slip and his eyes went almost black and his cock… She wrapped her hand around it and it kicked against her palm. He was so hard he was even bigger than their usual and Veronica nearly moaned, she wanted that so bad.
She bit his lower lip and unlike Mac, he didn't pull away. Just growled, his fingers biting into her ass as he wrestled her panties the rest of the way down. They got caught on her knees, and that didn't slow him as he brought her down to the bed. Flipped her over and bit her shoulder. "I want to top you from behind."
"Yes." She gasped it, kicking to try to get her panties off, and his hand slipped between her legs and ripped them down. He shoved his cock into her, rocking in slow, working it in because harder than usual meant bigger than usual which meant he was stretching her all over again. She gasped, and when she flailed out with her hands, she caught Mac instead. The other girl was naked, pressed close to her from where her boyfriend was moving in behind her, rolling a condom down over his cock. He hooked a hand under Mac's knee just as she reached for Veronica.
"You okay, Bond?"
"Hurts a little," she gasped, cocking her hips back and widening her knees to try and take him easier. "Sometimes. It's okay."
Logan kissed her shoulder. Slowed his movements though she felt the quake run through the muscles of his chest at trying to hold back. He groaned through his teeth. "I can't take you on your knees tonight. I'm going to lose it, hurt you. Here."
He caught her with an arm around her waist, holding her into him as he laid her on her side, hugged her tight as he scraped his teeth over the nape of her neck. "Ahh, fuck. Veronica." His hips jumped, jabbing into her with the muscles in his legs twanging as he tried to hold back.
Mac combed her fingers through Veronica's hair, their breath mingling where they'd ended up so close on the same pillow. "You're…I don't know how to say it. Really pretty, when he goes to work on you like that. Like…something, I don't know."
"Fucking hot is what it is," Dick said. "Told you so. You ready for this?" His hips dipped as he prodded at her from behind. Mac tipped her leg up, her eyes fluttering closed as she took him in.
"Mmm."
"Slow, baby, yeah?" Dick hugged his arm around her, rocked their bodies a little.
Veronica's chest tweaked and she relaxed, Logan sliding another desperately-needed inch into her. She rolled herself back against him, wanting him to fill her up until she couldn't take any more. He grunted, shoving in, his legs straining behind hers.
When Veronica's eyes came open again, the other girl was watching them. She bit her lip. Veronica leaned forward on an impulse, and brushed her lips over Mac's, softly. Logan scooted them both forward with one powerful push of his hips and then she was in Mac's arms. Her nipples peaking against the other girl's breasts, kissing her deeper. Hotter, as Logan started to work up to speed behind her. Hitting oh—a sweet spot that left her gasping. Dick had abandoned slow as well and every one of his thrusts crashed Mac's body into hers. Veronica rolled her hips, maddened with the scent of arousal all around her, rubbing the crest of her pussy against Mac's. It was almost enough, the extra bit of friction when the rutting of both boys shoved their bodies together. She was soaked, writhing between Logan's cock and Mac's soft body, gripping…somebody.
"I've got you. Let me." Logan reached between them, thumbing her clit and ahhh—that was the direct touch she'd been needing. He rocketed his cock up into her, fucking her hard and rough like she'd been dying for and she let him rattle her whole body with it. Clinging to Mac, still stealing kisses from the other girl's now-swollen lips. Bumping Dick's knuckles when he reached around to palm Mac's breasts. And then Mac gasped and Veronica was pretty sure Logan was working her, too, his hand between both women and it was exactly—oh fucking god—precisely what she needed to start coming.
She clamped down on his cock, her whole body locking into place. She lost her breath and didn't seem to remember how to pull any more in, and then Mac was kissing her. Totally wild with it in a way she hadn't been this entire time and Veronica was into it, hell and damn she was into it. She buried both her hands into the other woman's hair and then Logan hooked his hips, blasting deep into her as he started to lose it. She orgasmed again, groaning into Mac's mouth, her fingers tangled in Mac's hair, the undercut soft and fuzzy against her palm.
It was Dick who caught her when she started to slump back down. Cradling her cheek so she didn't headbutt Mac. Pulling the blanket up over all of them. Veronica heard the snap of a condom being tied off, but she was too muzzy-headed to think about that, because Logan's thick arm was wrapped over the top of hers, and Dick was holding her hand. Kissing his girlfriend's shoulder.
"Are we good now?" he asked anxiously. "Was that enough orgasms to make us even?"
And Mac giggled, a different note to it than Veronica had heard before. Like she was in on the secret now. "We're more than good," she said. "We're spectacular."
Veronica grinned.
"Crap," Logan said. "We forgot to eat the pizza."