Chapter 30
Ava
My stomach is in knots trying to find an alternative answer to what has just become obvious. Initially, I couldn’t place where I first saw a brooch like the one Logan admired in the jewelry store, but I knew it looked familiar.
It wasn’t until he revealed the story about his grandmother, and how special she was to him, that it hit me like a ton of bricks – Petra is the person who stole from Logan and we were both there the night the brooch was stolen.
Riding through the city, I search for possible explanations for the brooch I found in her lingerie, but I know the truth. It just doesn’t add up. Why would she want to steal from Logan when she doesn’t even know him?
Even more importantly, how am I going to tell him about it, because there’s no way I can possibly keep this from him. I’ve never wanted secrets between us, and this is one too large to ever try to move around.
The look on his face when he spoke about his grandmother stopped my heart. I could feel the love he has for her, and to know that my best friend took a piece of the memories he has left, makes me feel like a complete dirtbag.
From the way he spoke about the betrayal, I can’t imagine how he’ll react if I tell him, but I know it won’t be good.
Just when everything was going so perfect, something just had to knock me back to reality, reminding me of another reason why I can’t be with Logan. Our worlds are too different, and he deceived me, but I had moved past both of those obstacles, and then boom! another explosion before we can even get through our first trip together as a couple.
My hand falls to my new necklace, which is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, but now I feel completely undeserving watching Logan look off into space as his thumb rubs over my knuckles.
He’s so sweet and intimate, I don’t want to ruin that. I can’t imagine how he’ll see me after learning the truth. My stomach churns just thinking of the betrayal he’ll feel.
For a person who’s had so many negative things to say about Logan, I can’t even begin to understand how Petra could have done something so conniving. While I want to believe that someone else stole it, and possibly gave it to her, I know it’s unlikely. She said that there was no one she knew at the party except the valet and she said later that was one of the reasons she wanted to leave as quickly as she did.
There’s no other reasonable explanation than her taking it while we were in the party. Thinking back, I remember losing her the second we made it past the entry, and I didn’t see her again until she rushed me out of there.
This just doesn’t make sense, but I’m determined to get to the bottom of it if it’s the last thing I do.
The car door opens, wiping my mind clear as Logan turns to extend his hand after stepping outside. Walking through the lobby hand in hand, I feel like a fraud, as if everyone knows how I’ve betrayed him.
“Now I get to finally have you to myself,” Logan whispers along my neck, wrapping his arms around me while rubbing his hands down the front of my dress.
“Did you miss me?” I smile, feeling like myself for the first time since we left the jewelry store.
“All fucking day.” He tugs at my earlobe and I hear my earring clink against his teeth.
“Why do you get to curse and not me?”
“Because you drive me fucking crazy.” He smiles brightly, melting my insecurities and fears away.
Petra messed up big time, and I’ll have to tell Logan about it at some point, but the way he looks at me when his body craves mine makes none of that matter.
“Thank you for a perfect night, and the most beautiful jewelry I’ve ever seen.”
“The first of many, baby,” he says matter-of-factly as the elevator doors open.
Logan’s hands are all over me from the second we make it into the suite, tugging and pulling uncontrollably. It’s like he’s struggled to keep his composure all night and now he can finally let go.
“Wait, I have to show you something,” I say.
He frowns, obviously less than thrilled about any type of delay.
“You can show me later,” he sighs, running his tongue down my neck.
With a deep breath, my head falls back as my pelvis muscles clench and release slowly. Walking behind me, as he teases my neck with his masterful mouth, Logan presses me onward to the bedroom, his erection poking into my back.
It never matters how recently I’ve felt him – whenever his mouth is on me, enticing and seductive, I feel starved for his touch. In my mind, it’s been far too long since I felt him inside of me, and our hands fumble clumsily to rid each other of all our clothes.
Just as I’ve unbuttoned his pants, sending them to the ground, Logan spins me around, unzipping my dress before gasping when he sees what I wanted to show him.
During the styling portion of my day, Trish, my personal shopper made sure to include lots of lingerie, and although he had no idea, the best part of my outfit tonight was underneath my dress.
When I turn around, his eyes are locked on the black and gray lace lifting my body in all the right places. Wearing nothing but his underwear, Logan is frozen, and I feel completely in control. He’s under my spell of seduction for once.
Seizing the moment, I lift his chin with one finger, staring deep into those blue eyes. His jaw tightens as he clenches his teeth, but I’ve got another surprise for him. With my eyes locked on his, I slowly drop to my knees, yanking his boxers down just enough to free his heavy length.
“Ava – fuck!” He cries out as I place his cock in my mouth before he can object.
Twirling my tongue around the head and base of his manhood, I take him deep into my throat, slowly, letting him feel the back of my mouth as my glands pump saliva against my tongue from the intrusion.
“Hmm,” I hum, looking up at him.
“Suck it,” he says through clenched teeth, his eyes hooded with lust.
Staring at him, I wait fifteen seconds, watching his abs flex in preparation as he anticipated the sensations of my mouth.
Sliding his cock against my tongue, I turn my head from side to side as I bob forward and backward, sucking him slowly at first. Reaching my left hand behind his stiffness, I take his balls into my hand, slowly massaging the soft skin. His hand drops to my head as a throaty groan escapes him.
“Look at me,” he orders in that sultry voice and I do just as I’m told while taking him in and out of my mouth faster.
His eyelids grow heavy as he struggles to watch me. Raising my free hand, I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing him tightly while jacking him into my mouth.
“Oh, good girl,” he moans, his head falling back in ecstasy.
“Watch me,” I whisper, sliding him out of my mouth as I continue to pump my fist up and down his rod.
Moving my head between his legs, I run my tongue along the incredibly soft skin of his balls, and he gasps quietly before I shove him back into my mouth, sucking gently.
“Oh, fuck, Ava,” he sighs.
His fingers are stroking through my hair as he watches me, and I can see from his face, he’s fighting his urges, struggling to maintain control. I love turning him on like this, it makes me feel so irresistible.
Before he can ask for it, I look up into his eyes as I push him to the back of my throat. My eyes glass over and my gag reflex kicks in, filling my mouth with thick saliva.
I push his hips back and see that my saliva is coating his cock. I instantly use my hands to spread it up and down his length, gripping him tightly before sheathing my teeth and sucking him fast, my head twisting from side to side as I bob back and forth.
“Holy fuck,” he sighs, his fingers gripping my hair now as he cradles my neck in the perfect position for him to slide in and out of my mouth.
“Yeah, just like that,” he groans, his eyes watching me as I suck him so good he can barely stand it.
“Fuck… your mouth is fucking amazing,” his head falls back again, and I stop sucking him.
“Why’d you stop?” His head jerks forward quickly.
“I told you to watch me.”
“Suck it,” he pleads with a tilt to his head watching as his ten inches disappear down my throat.
Now he’s desperate, holding my neck while his hips rock forward, pushing himself down my throat with urgency and need.
“Don’t stop,” he bites out and I know he’s close, which drives me on.
Gripping him tightly with both hands, I move my fists in opposite directions, twisting like I’m grinding pepper, while I suck him as fast as I can.
“Oh fuck,” his eyes clench shut, but this time I don’t punish him. My jaws are tense and sore from stretching so far for so long.
“I’m gonna come,” he moans in that vulnerable voice I only hear as he’s losing control. It always makes my sex clench with desire.
“Ava, baby, you have to stop,” he pleads, but he can’t take his cock from me. His hand is still wrapped in my hair, his hips now thrusting forward harder and faster.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come!” he yells, trying to warn me, but I’ve wanted to taste him for days, and I’m not stopping.
“Ahh!” he moans as his balls draw up, just before his cock twitches against my tongue.
Thick, warm, cream shoots into the back of my throat while he grips both of his hands around my head, holding me in position. Sucking him gently, I milk every drop of his semen, swallowing his salty spunk.
“Oh, fuck,” he sighs, pulling his still erect cock from my mouth as his hands drop to his side while he takes two unsteady steps back.
“Get on the fucking bed,” he growls.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I lick my lips as he watches me intensely. Before I can even stand, he pulls me into him, crashing our mouths together as shock floods through me.
I’ve just swallowed his spunk and now his tongue is swirling around mine. He doesn’t even care, but it turns me on so much. My pussy is so wet, I can feel it through the lace as he pulls away, leaving me panting.
“I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t take it,” he whispers in my ear, pulling at the expensive lace as it tears beneath his hands.
I only make it one step to the bed before he bends me over roughly, slamming into me without warning.
“Fuck!” I yell in shock as he fills me so fast and hard.
His hand slaps my ass hard while he grips my hip tightly with the other. He’s fucking me so hard, and it’s so good. Just sucking him off got me so turned on, I’m close to an orgasm before he’s even found his rhythm.
“Yes, oh, Logan! Yes!” I cry as my body surges backward, desperate for his painful pleasure.
“Come, Ava! I want it!” he growls, and I come on command, shocking myself.
Never in my life has someone had such a sexual hold over me, able to bring me to climax with a word. Screams of pleasure roll off my tongue as I come hard and long while Logan keeps pumping me full of his hard cock.
Climbing onto the bed behind me, he pulls my ass up as I hold myself on all fours, and he fucks me right through my orgasm without a pause.
His hand sweeps over my clit, causing me to flinch as he wipes up what feels like an influx of juices before running his hand down the crack of my ass, coating me with slickness.
“Don’t flinch, baby, that’s mine,” he growls, sliding in and out of me quickly.
“It’s yours, Logan,” I assure him as my head falls over with pleasure.
“And I want this too,” he says, running his thumb over my puckering asshole.
I gasp loudly, but don’t dare deny him. My body is his for the taking, so I arch my back, poking my ass out to him.
“Good girl,” he moans it this time, like even he is shocked by his power over me.
First there’s pressure, and then his thumb slides inside me – there. It’s a strange sensation, but in a good way as he grips inside me like a bowling ball.
“Relax,” he says softly, his strokes in my pussy now slower and more sensual.
Taking a deep breath, I try my best to relax my body, and just when I do, he slides out of my pussy, and his ten inches stretch my asshole until I can’t stand it.
“Logan! Oh baby!” I cry, the feeling too intense, too sharp, it hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My body slowly welcomes him from his new entrance.
“Relax, I’m just gonna go slow. Just… fuck you’re tight,” he loses his train of thought, but his soft voice soothes me, and knowing it’s turning him on helps my body relax.
The pain fades as his hand drops to my clit, massaging me as he fills me from the back.
“Now you’re mine, Ava.” He groans, slowly increasing his pace, but waving his body into me as he creates a smooth rhythm.
“I’ve been yours.” I moan in delight as it becomes more pleasurable than I ever imagined it could be.
“You like it, don’t you?” he growls.
“Oh, yes!” My head falls forward, leaving my ass in the air for him to ride like a cowboy.
“Just trust me,” he groans, and my stomach drops.
Maybe it’s the intimacy, maybe it’s the word ‘trust,’ but everything floods back to me about Petra and my betrayal of him. My mind leaves the bedroom, and I’m filled with anxiety knowing this will all come to an end when he learns that he can’t trust me.
My orgasm falls flat, and my body goes tense. Logan notices, trying to coach me, but it’s of no use, his voice is like a faded intercom far, far away as my thoughts scream loudly, drowning him out in the process.
I’ve gone from a high to a low in a matter of seconds, and it feels like a roller coaster. I can’t even bring myself back to the present, frozen with guilt and shame about what’s sure to happen in the future.
Logan’s voice comes in clear as his hand dips to my clit. “I want it again.”
It feels good, and after a few rubs back and forth, my orgasm returns, but only faintly, in the distance like a mirage.
“Stop fighting it, Ava,” Logan reads my body perfectly, but I’m not fighting it, it’s fighting me.
“Ahh!” The torture of not being able to feel my climax frustrates me as my eyes clench shut while Logan humps my ass slow and steady.
Sliding two fingers inside of me, he massages my clit with his palm, his torso folds over me as our sweaty bodies move as one in a wave-like motion.
“There you go,” he kisses my shoulder softly.
“I can’t,” I cry, feeling the orgasm slip away.
“You will,” he growls, his hand sliding over my clit as his fingers surge deep inside of me.
“Logan!” I cry, the sensation of being filled to my max in both holes is incredible.
“I want it, Ava.” He humps me, his chest heaving from fucking me so good and so long.
“Baby,” I groan, unable to give him what he wants.
“Fine,” he says, sliding his fingers from me.
Just when I think he’s giving up, I feel a sharp sting on my clit as he slams into my ass. I don’t realize he’s spanked my sex until he does it again.
“Come, Ava!” The sensation, like nothing I’ve ever felt before, is sharp and intense, but delayed.
“Ahh!” I cry, my climax now strong and scary – threatening to tear me apart.
“Ava! Now!” Logan yells, slapping my clit hard again, and I can take no more, just as he warned before he started.
I come so hard my body collapses onto the bed, as my legs tremble uncontrollably.
“That’s it, give it all to me,” Logan whispers, his hand beneath my limp body, rubbing my clit as my climax continues to rattle through me.
I feel his cock twitch inside me, as he bites out words, struggling to coach me as he releases his own orgasm.
His heavy body lays on mine, gently stroking my sex until I’ve stopped shuddering. We’re both panting, drained of every ounce of energy when he finally rolls from me.
“I have a surprise for you,” Logan says, out of breath.
My body can barely move, so I just look over, rather than twisting to face him.
“We’re going to Fiji tomorrow.”