Jake shifted in the chair, one hand adjusting the obvious bulge in his own jeans. “Suck harder, Logan. Leave a mark. Let her remember this tomorrow when she’s trying to pretend she’s still a good girl.”

Logan’s mouth moved lower, across my collarbone, then down. He didn’t hesitate. He closed his lips around one tight nipple and sucked, hard and rhythmic, tongue flicking. I cried out, hips bucking forward, and felt the thick length of his cock press against my stomach through his jeans.

“Oh my god—”

He switched to the other nipple, biting just enough to make me gasp, then soothing it with his tongue. One of his hands...