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| NICOLE |
“Just out of curiosity, are we ever going to have sex?”
Logan pauses what he’s doing and shoots me a look that’s more curious than surprised by my question. “You don’t consider what we’ve been doing sex?”
A couple of things I’ve learned about Logan over the past couple of months. He hardly gets caught off-guard. And he appreciates—prefers, really—bluntness.
“Before the Kenny thing, you told me you were going to make me come on your cock,” I say, fighting back a blush. “And you haven’t yet.”
Can’t get any more blunt than that.
“Because you had a really traumatic thing happen to you, baby.”
“And I’ve sat down with a colleague who specializes in post-trauma assessment just to be doubly sure I’m all good. Because I knew you’d demand a second opinion.”
“Who was the first?” he asks, unconvinced. “Anyone I know?”
I sigh. “Me, Logan.”
“Oh.” He looks like he wants to argue.
But he also looks like he’s fighting a massive hard-on.
As much as I do enjoy doing the first with him, the second is much more interesting to me at the moment.
“I love when you make me come, Logan, I do. But…I want more. I want to feel you come in my mouth for once. And I really, really want to feel you inside of me.”
“Jesus Fucking Christ. You’re not playing fair.”
When the stakes are sex with the most handsome, sweet, maddening man I know?
Nope, zero fairness required.
“I’m ready, Logan. I swear. I want this.”
“Hell, I do, too.” He stalks me to the bed and grabs his shirt to wrench it off. “Are you sure, baby? Because once I have you, I’m never going to want to stop,” he warns, his low, growling voice making that the sexiest threat I’ve ever heard in my life.
Instantly, I feel my panties become drenched. “Yes. God, yes.”
His lips crash into mine a second later, rewarding me for my answer with a deep, primal, soul-reaching kiss that steals every last thought from my brain.
Before I know how it even happens, I’m naked.
And so is he.
I’ll never get over the sight of his body. Miles of tightly corded muscle, tense, tight, and powerful. Tall, but the perfect height to cradle me.
He pulls me flush against him and places a gentle kiss on my shoulder, nipping at my flesh tenderly as he says, “If you want me to stop at any time, you just say the word, okay?”
I nod my head, unable to speak with his naked body finally pressing against mine.
Then his next kiss hits me like a gale force wind. Raw, unbridled. All take and no give.
My knees buckle.
“I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall,” he murmurs in my ear before his lips touch the sensitive skin along my neck.
I shiver as the memory of him saying those very words to me five years ago hit me. I’d replayed the moment countless times over the years. He’d been climbing beside me, giving me pointers on the wall, and I’d slipped. He immediately swung over to cloak me with his body until I could find my bearings again.
“You said that to me the first time you started talking to me again.”
“I remember,” he says hoarsely. “And I remember feeling this same craving for you, even back then. Having you in my arms that day was the beginning of the end for me, I think.”
His words wrap themselves around my heart just as securely as his arms wrap around my body as he lifts me up onto the bed. Then I’m airborne for the briefest of seconds as he drops me onto the center of his giant king-size mattress before he covers what feels like every inch of me with his body fully for the first time ever.
The sensation is almost overwhelming. With every hot touch of his skin against mine, everything in me hums to life then as if my body has been waiting for this very moment to wake up.
I wonder if it’ll always be like this with him, if he’ll always manage to make me feel both safe and profoundly out of control all at once.
“You set the pace for this first time, baby,” he says, sitting back and pulling me up onto his lap. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I run my fingers through his hair as I straddle him, loving the feel of my breasts crushing to his chest, the flesh of my butt tightly clenched in his hands.
“I want to make this last, sweetheart, so you’re going to have to work with me here.” His voice is taut, tight.
I tilt my head back to meet his gaze.
“You’re rubbing your sweet little clit against the head of my cock,” he grits out.
Oh. I hadn’t even realized I’d been rocking against him. Judging by how wet I am, that makes sense.
He captures my lips with his before I can apologize. “Forget I said that. Anything you want. However you want it.”
God, this man. I can see the strain, the struggle for him to give me total control.
I feel his hand slip between us so he can grip the base of his cock and hold it steady for me.
When on earth did he manage to put on a condom?
He chuckles. “Your brain talks a lot when you’re in the moment.” He brushes his lips against mine with affection. “I like it.”
I rise up onto my knees and nudge myself against the broad head of his cock.
The next thing I know, my concentration splinters at the feel of his hot mouth sucking on my nipple.
A gasping moan shudders out of me.
“Sorry,” he says, not sounding all that apologetic. “But you can’t flaunt your perfect breasts in my face and not expect me to want a taste.”
Incorrigible. “Don’t stop,” I tell him as I position his long, hard shaft at my slick entrance and slowly sink down onto him, one impossibly thick inch at a time.
“Jesus, you’re fucking tight,” he rumbles, the corded muscles of his neck straining with tension and his labored breathing sounding like he’s barely holding on.
He’s not even halfway inside of me when I start to feel implausibly stretched, filled to my limit. Oh lord, he’s far too big; he’ll never fit.
“Yes, I will.”
Wow, I really do think out loud during sex.
The deeper I try to take him, the more I question if I even can. I’m in a state of suspended shock, I think, need coursing through my veins like molten fire even as my brain keeps telling me that this is physically just not possible. “Help me, Logan.”
His entire body stills. “Do you want to stop?”
“No. I need you to take over. Please. I need you to—”
The air whooshes out of my lungs as my back hits the mattress.
But instead of fucking me right then and there, Logan stares down at me for a beat, slowly running his calloused hands up my torso, spanning my ribs and leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
“So damn beautiful.” His eyes lock onto mine as he reaches down to fist his thick shaft and slowly circle the broad tip around my clit, each hot, hard glide devastatingly intense, the pleasure almost unbearable.
I feel my legs start shaking, and my heartbeat racing out of control, the former because he’s playing my body like his own personal instrument, but the latter is because of the way he’s looking at me the entire time.
Eyes half-mast with hunger, jaw grit with tension, he pushes his wide cock into me gradually, inch by inch, until by some miracle, he’s buried to the hilt.
“Told you I’d fit, baby.” He brushes his lips against mine. “You were fucking made for me.” With that gritty decree, he pulls back and plunges inside me in one long, hard thrust. So deep I see starbursts of color shooting across my vision.
“Tight, hot little pussy designed just for my cock,” he rasps in my ear, pure, primal possession throbbing in his voice with each word.
He sits me back on top of him, gripping me by the waist as he slowly drives his cock up into me from base to tip and back, at a fluid, measured pace that has me feeling every single inch of him, hot and thick inside me.
It’s almost too much, too perfect, his gruff hands locked on my hips, the granite-like muscles of his chest rubbing against my nipples with every thrust.
“Ready to come for me, sweetheart?”
In reply, I sink my teeth down on the strong, taut tendons of his neck.
Growling, he lifts me up and starts fucking me on his cock. Hard and fast. Rough and relentless.
I swear, sometimes he makes me feel so tiny. The intensely sexy way he’s pounding me up and down on his shaft like I don’t way a thing, literally all I’m able to do is hold on for the ride as he races me toward an orgasm that I already know is going to destroy me.
His lips capture mine just as everything around me implodes in a blizzard of blinding white.
I’m lost in a freefall, a thousand feet off a mountain with no ground in sight, until his hands clamp down to hold me tight against him.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs roughly as hot shards of pleasure begin exploding outward from my core.
The world shifts once more and he’s on top of me, cradling me gently, holding me tightly until I can safely return back to earth.
“Fuck, I love when you come.” He lifts his head to look down at me in lust-filled adoration.
Then he gives me exactly three more seconds to recover before he presses a gentle kiss to my lips and says hoarsely, “My turn, now.”