Fourteen
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“That’s it. My turn.” Logan couldn’t hold back the hunger, couldn’t contain the need to control her, to dominate her. She’d pushed him past boundaries he’d never known before, given him erotic pleasure he’d never realized he could share with anyone while being on the receiving end.
And now, it was his turn.
He tried to be gentle, tried to slow his pounding heart, but he was overcome with a desire so strong, his brain wouldn’t focus. He turned her in his arms, lifting her so they could switch positions and then he forced her backward on the bench.
With Sam flat on her back, Logan propped one of her legs onto the seat back, spreading her other until he was directly between her legs and she was on display for him. He could smell her sweet, musky scent as he gripped her thighs, running his tongue up to the juncture between them.
“Fuck, baby. Did you come while you sucked my cock?”
Sam didn’t answer, but she moaned what he assumed was an affirmation. Her fingertips gripped the seat above her head, and she was squirming in a desperate attempt to get his tongue closer to where she obviously wanted him.
All in due time.
“That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, you lying here, spread open to me, begging for my tongue.”
Giving her a glimpse of what was to come, Logan thrust his tongue deep inside of her, deliberately avoiding her swollen clit. She might’ve already come once, hell, without him even touching her, but he knew she was on the verge of coming again. He wasn’t willing to let her just yet. He wanted to keep her on edge, torture her with the same sensual pleasure she’d engulfed him with.
The more she squirmed, the slower he thrust, letting his tongue roam around the warm, wet depths of her, the taste of her exploding on his taste buds. His fingers had a mind of their own, moving to her breasts, where he cupped her, squeezing gently, then twisting her nipples until she groaned.
“You like that, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. He knew she did. “You like that bite of pain.”
Logan turned his attention back between her legs, giving her clit attention, flicking his tongue back and forth as she squirmed rhythmically. Her muscles clenched, she fought to squeeze him with her thighs, but he held her legs open, bringing her to the brink once more.
“You taste good. So fucking good.” Logan dropped kisses along her stomach, up to her right breast, taking her rosy nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue, nipping it with his teeth the same way she had done to him.
Logan captured her gaze, his mouth still teasing her nipple. Once she was fully focused on his face, he thrust one finger inside of her, her muscles spasming.
“Please, Logan!”
“Please what? What do you want from me, baby? Do you want me to keep torturing you the way you tortured me?”
He continued to thrust slowly, adding another finger to the warm, tight depths of her pussy, waiting for her to answer him. He wouldn’t go any further until she told him what she wanted… what she needed.
“I. Want…”
“Tell me.” He added more command to his voice, noticing how hot that made her. His cock was hard as steel again, and he wanted to bury himself inside of her, to feel her muscles clamp down on him, but he waited.
“Logan.”
Logan smiled at the way she begged, still uncertain as to how to answer him. She was teetering on a razor’s edge of pleasure, yet the only thing she had to do was tell him what she wanted.
“That’s it baby, grip my fingers. Show me how good it feels.” He groaned as she impaled herself on his fingers, making his cock stiffen painfully, anxious to be inside of her.
“Logan. I need you. I need you now.”
He continued to plunge his fingers into her warm center, “Beg me, baby. Beg me to fuck you.”
She had already pleaded with him. He continued to thrust his fingers inside of her, harder, faster. Just when she would have exploded, he slowed.
“Fuck me now, Logan. Please.”
Those words were music to his ears. Not waiting any longer, Logan eased her from the bench, turning her until she had to brace herself on hands and knees. He knelt behind her, pulling her back until their bodies aligned. He was past the point of no return, so without giving her a chance to brace for him, Logan thrust into her. Once… twice…
Her body shuddered, her pussy gripped his cock like a vice, and she screamed. The sound was so arousing Logan barely managed to hang on. He knew she wouldn’t last long that time, but he wasn’t finished with her yet. She would come again before he was through.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” Logan wasn’t gentle as he continued to pound into her, his fingertips gripping her hips, holding her to him although she began thrusting backward against him until he felt his release building. He gave himself permission to follow her over into the mind numbing abyss. He pounded harder, gripping her tighter, hoping he wasn’t hurting her, but unable to do anything about it.
And then his world slowed and everything centered on one thing. He stopped moving and had to bite his lip to keep from coming inside of her.
He wasn’t wearing a condom.
“Shit.” Logan said; his voice tight with the pain it caused to hold back. “Don’t move.”
Sam turned her head, looking back at him, and he saw the concern in her eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. Not yet. He needed a second. When she started to move again, trying to see what was wrong he gripped her hips again and held her still.
“Logan? What’s the matter?”
And then, he saw the realization on her face. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted, but then she had the nerve to smile. Holy shit!
“It’s alright, Logan. I’m on the pill.” She stated, confirming she knew what had happened. “I’ve always been safe.”
Was she giving him permission to come inside of her? He’d never before come inside of a woman without a condom, but her hot, tight body pulled at him, urging him to let go. “I’m sorry.” He could barely spit the words out as he ground his teeth together. “I’ve never lost control. Not been prepared.”
“We’re ok.” She reassured him again.
And then the little minx bucked against him.
Fuck! He couldn’t hold on any longer, she was increasing the friction, moving faster, her soft moans of pleasure getting louder in his ears. He heard her words of reassurance and he knew at that moment that he trusted her with everything that he was.
“Sam, I’m going to come. Are you ready for me, baby?”
Sam groaned, continuing to push against him, while he started thrusting faster, his movements no longer showing any signs of finesse. His world centered on being inside of her, his cock going deep, pulling back, going deeper.
“Say my name, Sam. When you come, I want you to know who it is fucking you.” He groaned, pulling back one last time. “Damn it, Sam, fucking say it.”
Sam shattered around him, her body gripping him painfully as she screamed his name. He slammed into her as deep as he could, and he let himself go, filling her, his cock pulsing inside the sweetest, hottest woman he’d ever known.
It might’ve been five minutes or five hours by the time Logan managed to come back down to earth. He was lying on his side, Sam wrapped in his arms, both of them naked and sated on the deck of his boat while the afternoon sun beat down on them. The breeze was warm, but the sweat from their bodies helped to cool them off.
“I don’t know how I’ll ever live up to that again.” Logan said, pulling in deep breaths, as he brushed her hair back from her face. He noticed she wasn’t looking at him so he pulled her chin toward him so he could see her face. “What’s wrong, Sam?”
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Reality came crashing down around Sam, leaving her in a state of utter embarrassment. Or maybe it was shame she was feeling. What they just shared was something she’d never imagined. What the hell had come over her? With Logan’s vibrant hazel eyes staring back at her, Sam didn’t know how she would be able to answer him.
What was wrong? Hell, look at them.
They were both lying stark naked in the middle of the lake, on the deck of his boat, fucking like rabbits – sexually aggressive ones at that – for all the world to see. The fact that he wanted to know what was wrong told her this probably wasn’t unusual for him and her gut tightened.
“I’m fine.” Those were the only words she could come up with, but as she tried to pull away, to find her clothes and go inside where she could hide her head in shame, Logan held her tighter. The tears threatened to spill, but he continued to look at her with such tenderness, she didn’t know what to do.
“Wait a minute. Where are you going?”
“I just need to get up. We need to head back.” She told him as she once again tried to move, but this time he pulled her body toward him, his mouth coming down on hers for a tender, heart wrenching kiss. He cupped her face, holding her close as he pressed sweet kisses to her lips, her chin, her neck.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked as he brushed her hair back from her face, tucking the stray stands that had fallen from her ponytail behind her ear. He leaned up on one elbow, his body partially covering hers as she lay flat on her back on the deck.
“No. You didn’t hurt me.” She wanted to reassure him. This wasn’t his fault, it was hers. “I’m just… I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” She said as she diverted her eyes.
“Baby, I don’t want you to be sorry.” Logan’s voice was low, his tone gentle. “Look at me, Sam.”
Sam couldn’t help but look up at him, noticing that his eyes were darker than before. She knew he had lost his inhibitions as well during their lovemaking. Or was it just sex? She didn’t know and maybe that was what frightened her. There was an unexplained connection between the two of them that was far beyond the realm of just sex.
“That was amazing, baby.” He caressed her cheek, pressed a kiss to her lips. “Don’t be sorry.”
Apparently he wasn’t satisfied with her lack of response because he centered his face above hers, making her look directly into his eyes.
“We’re going to get up, get dressed and take the boat back to the marina. Then, we’re going to go to dinner and enjoy ourselves. What happened between us stays between us. But, what happened between us will happen again. I assure you that.” Logan told her, but before she could get a word in edgewise, he continued. “This is more than some weekend romp, and you know it as well as I do. If that was just sex to you, tell me now so I know what I’m getting myself into but if it wasn’t, just know that it wasn’t for me either. I want you, Sam, that’s a given. But I want all of you.”
Sam couldn’t believe her own ears. He was probably just as wrapped up in the moment as she was, but she wasn’t about to tell him it was just sex, because that would be a flat out lie and she wasn’t starting off with a lie. Not with him.
When she didn’t respond, he continued.
“That’s what I thought. So, I’m going to grab my shorts, put them on and then I’ll find you a towel. I don’t know if we have an audience or not, but I’m not going to share that incredible body with anyone else right now.”
He kissed her lightly on the lips and then moved to get his shorts, quickly pulling them on before heading toward the other side of the deck to get one of the towels they had brought out earlier.
Sam took the towel and wrapped it around herself, grabbing her bikini and her other clothes on her way to the cabin. She needed a moment alone.
A moment to breathe.
What in the hell had come over her? She had to work with this man? She was a woman who liked to be in control, but aside from her initial exploration, she’d become completely submissive, letting his erotic words, and his demands bring her higher and higher.
Was it the fact that he was her boss? Was it that she wanted him to control her outside of the office? If so, that was a bit perverse.
Her body shuddered at the thought of what they had just done. This time, it was an aftershock, a subtle reminder of how he had satisfied her so well, she wasn’t sure she’d ever experience anything quite so intense again. She found that her body already ached for his touch again.
“Come here, Sam.” Logan called to her when he joined her in the cabin a few minutes later. She had put her bikini bottoms on but was just about to put on the top when he walked over to her. “Let me help you.”
She turned around so he could secure the strings in the back. When he finished tying them, he slid his hands around her waist, pulling her back against him.
His skin was still hot from being out in the sun and she allowed herself a moment to soak him in. The hair on his chest rubbed the bare skin of her back, and she felt like she might lose her footing. When he put his lips on her neck and began sucking, she leaned further into him. This wasn’t fair. She would look like a damned nympho before it was all over.
The irony made her smile – from prude to nympho in six seconds flat.
“You taste good. I can’t wait to taste you again later.” He whispered into her ear. “Are you ready to head back now?”
Sam nodded her agreement, knowing her voice would betray her if she spoke. She had to maintain some semblance of control.
“Ok, while you get dressed, I’m going to pull in the anchor. If you want to stay down here on the way in, I understand. It’ll take thirty minutes before we get back, and then once we get the boat docked, we can head back to your place so you can shower and change.”
His crooked smile sent tingles between her thighs. He was still seducing her, and with a devilish smile like that, she knew she would fall for it every time.
“Just remember, this dates not over until I say it is.” Logan reminded her and then turned to head back up on deck, leaving Sam speechless.