Logan

 

I take Tia home, and she texts her dad on the way to let him know she’s safe.

When we arrive back at my place, I phone Emma to check on Alice. All’s quiet on the western front. I say I’ll pick her up in the morning.

And then it’s our time. Time for Tia and me.

“What do you want first?” I ask her as I take her coat and hang it up. She looks as sexy as ever in the green office skirt that hugs her hips. “Lust or love?”

“Like I said, lust comes first. Maybe not always. But definitely with you.” She giggles.

“Lust it is.”

She laughs again. She thinks I’m kidding.

But I’m deadly serious.

“Turn around.”

She sucks in a breath. And then she turns against the kitchen counter. My pants feel tight around my cock. I pull her black sweater off over her head and then wrench open her blouse, buttons popping everywhere. She gasps, her breath heaving. I pull down the cups of her bra and grab at her tits, pinching her nipples, making her call out with need.

She’s wearing knee high black leather boots and black opaque tights under her skirt. Perfect! I pull the hem of her skirt up, bunching it around her waist, and yank her tights and panties down in one go.

“You want this?” I ask her. I know she does. She’s raising her ass to me. “Are you wet for me? Tell me you want it.”

“I want it. I want you, Logan, I want you.”

I pull out my cock and position myself at her entrance. Fuck! She’s soaking. I plunge into her in one hard thrust.

She squeals, and I power into her over and over, against the counter. It’s a wonder the thing doesn’t give way. The dishes I left there earlier, on the other hand, rattle with the force of our coupling and threaten to topple onto the floor. Neither of us cares about a few plates. She’s squirming and shrieking beneath me, clawing at the counter as I ram into her without mercy for her or me.

“You want it harder?”

“Yes,” she manages.

“You’re a very bad girl.”

“Very bad. So bad.”

I plow into her again and again, grabbing her hair and burying my face in her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her, her body so hot and wet and tight, it drives me crazy with need. As I feel my climax approaching, I try to delay it by thinking of anything but her, what we’re doing, how this looks here in the kitchen, but I can’t. It’s too amazing to want to focus elsewhere. Not a fucking chance in hell.

As she spasms and contracts around me, calling out her pleasure, I feel every pulse of her body driving me on, and all I can do is growl as I release deep inside her, spurt after spurt.

I hold her for a moment as we regain our composure, and then she looks over her shoulder at me and says, “What would have happened if I chose the love option?”

“The same.” And we both laugh.

“Take me to bed,” she says.

“Right.” I pick her up. “You want more?”

“Yes,” she says. “But I need a fireman’s lift first. I never had one of those.”

I throw her over my shoulder and spank her bottom, just once. Does she like that?

“Bad girls get put to bed.”

She laughs. “Maybe I’ll do more bad things then. Very bad things.”

“You want a real spanking?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then we’ll have fun finding out.” I put her down in front of me and tuck her hair behind her ear. “Seriously, I want to know everything about you. In bed and out.”

“A girl has to have some secrets.”

“Not in bed she doesn’t. I want to know everything that turns you on.”

“Everything?” Her eyes are wide.

“Everything. And if you won’t tell, it will have to be plan B.”

“What’s that?”

“Try everything and see. It might take some time.”

“We’ve got all night. Better get started…”

*

We don’t get much sleep. As the snow comes down outside, I make all kinds of happy discoveries about Tia that put a smile on her face and mine. We’re pretty much exhausted by morning. Exhausted but happy.

 She lies in my arms, so soft against me. I want nothing to spoil what we have.

“We could always emigrate to Australia or something,” I say, thinking out loud. “Philippa wouldn’t reach us there. And the weather is better.”

“Dad will kill you if you take me halfway across the world.”

“We could take your dad too.” I’m only half kidding. “But we would have to take Emma and all her brood as well, and your friend Cassie and her family, so maybe not for the sake of one crazy, drunken ex-wife.”

“Far easier to stay here and never move,” she says. “Though a person could always use some breakfast. If you feel like moving in the direction of the kitchen.”

I kiss her, and throw on a t-shirt and boxers. Anything for her.

Peeking out from behind the curtain, I look out of the window, or try to. The snow has piled up outside. “I think we might be cut off from the world and have to be dug out.”

“We’d better make the most of it before we get rescued,” she says. “After breakfast, though.”

“Toast, OJ and coffee coming up.”

“Excellent. I think I depleted my energy stores.” She laughs.

“You know, I can’t think of a better person I’d want be holed up with.”

“Me neither. On the other hand, if I’m in a hole,” she says, “and there’s rescuing to be done, I would rather be rescued by you than trust my luck to some stranger.”