“Beg.” “What?” I snap my gaze to him. Logan grins. “Beg.” And, to my horror, my drunk brain wants to. Because yes, now I’m drunk. I have to be. Logan sees my hesitation, and I bark out, “Fuck you.” Immediately, he loosens his grip on me, taking away the friction I need. I hiss, batting his hand away and trying to do it myself. “No.” He yanks my hands away, and suddenly, my dick is in his mouth. But he doesn’t suck; instead, he lightly rakes his teeth down it. “Beg.” ‘Do it!’ Buffalo’s voice is in my ear. And he’s screaming. ‘Are you fucking kidding me? Just do it!’
