Chapter 13
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Before I can respond to Logan’s words, he pulls back and slams into me. My hips lift off the hood of the car, meeting his every thrust. This isn’t just a fuck; this is a claiming. I’ve never seen the look of possession in anyone’s eyes before, but I recognize it in Logan’s.
For the first time in my life, I’m happy to be possessed.
He owns me, and not just my body.
Pleasure zings through me, forming into an overwhelming wave that needs only the slightest push to take me over the edge. My fingers flex and clench over and over, and I want to touch my clit and steal my orgasm, but Logan told me to keep them where they are and I’m determined to follow that order.
As though he can tell I need it, Logan releases one hand from my waist and presses his thumb against my clit.
Instant explosion.
My hips lift again of their own accord, and I scream his name.
“Yes, oh my God. Yes.”
Logan’s hooded gaze flashes as he pulls out. I miss the fullness immediately, but I know what’s coming next, and my entire body is ready.
He reaches for my wristlet, and I unfist my hand to let him slide it off. He looks down and unzips it before pulling out a half dozen packets of lube.
“I fucking love you, Banner.”
A smile slides over my lips. “You’re just saying that because I’m gonna let you put it in my butt.”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m saying it because it’s the goddamned truth.” He drops my wristlet on the hood of the car and lays the packets on top of it. Logan holds out a hand, and I lean up to take it as he helps me down from the hood.
“I hope I didn’t scratch—”
“Doesn’t fucking matter.”
He cups my face between both hands and covers my lips with his for only a moment before pulling back. With his eyes on mine, he says, “Turn around and bend over. Now that we’ve practiced, I know you can keep your hands on the hood like a good girl.”
The command sends bolts of lust shooting through me. “You’re so sexy when you’re telling me how you’re going to fuck me.”
His eyes blaze. “We haven’t even gotten that far yet. Now, do it.”
I bite down on my lip, and I’m pretty sure the slickness from my pussy is slipping down my thighs. I turn and bend over, feeling everything with heightened intensity. The warmth of the roughened metal where my body was pressed to it only moments ago. The smooth patches where I lay my hands. The burning heat of Logan’s palm where it lands on the small of my back and presses me down further before catching the bottom hem of the back of my skirt and dragging it up over my ass. The cool air that hits my skin as his growl of approval reaches me.
“Spread your feet.”
I follow directions, but apparently not well enough.
“Wider, and tilt your hips up. I want to see that little pink pussy I just fucked.”
Sliding my heels another few inches apart, I lift my ass and cant my hips. Jesus Christ, if anyone sees this from the windows I was riveted on before, they’re going to get an eyeful. Of all of me.
I couldn’t care less. All that matters is where Logan is going to touch me, and how hard he’s going to make me come.
The palm of his hand lands between my legs, slapping my pussy. I suck in a breath as a shaft of pleasure zips from my clit to my nipples.
“Wider and higher,” he growls.
I do as he says, now feeling obscene in my position, but Logan thinks it’s just perfect.
“Sweet fucking Christ. If you could see yourself right now . . .”
I picture how I must look to him, and I’m not ashamed of what I see in my head. From my peripheral vision, I see Logan grab one of the packets. He must tear it open because moments later, the cold, slippery gel lands on my ass. Logan smooths it around the pucker, lighting up nerve endings that haven’t seen action in a while.
Part of me wishes that I’d never done this before so I could give Logan at least one first, but then I remind myself it’s a good thing it’s not the first time, what with the monster he’s packing in his pants. I gave him the most important first, anyway—my heart.
My brain goes momentarily blank when Logan presses a finger inside.
I don’t know what it is about the back door, but every time seems to feel like the first time. And regardless of how I’ve made it sound over the years to my best friend, my ass is the closest thing I have to virgin territory.
“You’re so damned tight.”
He adds more lube as he goes, and then . . . Holy. Jesus. A second finger. I press back as he pushes inside.
“Holy shit. Your fingers feel way bigger than I thought.”
He scissors them apart, twisting and stretching me. When he pulls them out, I hear another package tearing open, and I picture Logan lubing up his cock, and all those nerve endings he just lit up spark and tense when I think about how big he’s going to feel.
Logan leans forward over my body and speaks into my ear as the thick head of his cock presses against my ass. “You’re gonna strangle my cock, but you won’t keep me out. This ass is mine tonight, and you’re gonna beg me to fuck it again and again because you’re about to come harder than you ever have before.”
Sweet hell, I think I’m already about to come and he hasn’t even breached—and then he does.
I hold my breath as inch by body-shaking inch, Logan sinks his cock deep inside me. When I feel his balls against my pussy, I blow out.
“How’re you doing, baby? Can you handle me?”
I press back against him, taking him another fraction of an inch. “I can take everything you want to give me.”
Logan groans, and his chest vibrates against my back. “I know you can.”
My pussy drips down my legs, and again, I want to touch myself, but I’m following orders.
Logan seems to have figured out the tricks to my body because he reaches around with his left hand and covers my clit with his fingers, pressing, strumming, and circling as he fucks my ass with smooth strokes increasing in speed with every thrust.