I’m not that intoxicated.” I shoot her a grin and she exits to her room while I slowly ascend up the stairs, Logan’s heated stare still on me.
I’m talking hot enough to melt the sun.
When I reach the top, I take in a deep breath, the smell of his aftershave tempting me to reach out and touch him. To lick him. To grind against him.
Too horny. Sorry.
“Wanna come watch T.V. with me ‘til I fall asleep?”
“Yeah.” his face softens slightly.
I take off towards my room with him on my heels. Inside I know I need to change and love the idea of another chance at teasing him. Show him a little more of what he’s missing. Logan shuts the door behind him and I turn around stripping off my shirt immediately.
He barely manages to ask, “What are you doing?”
Leaning against my dresser, that’s propped up under the window, I stick my boobs out a bit, the low cut lacy black bra I’m wearing was the only one that was clean. This morning I was livid but now…it’s the best decision I’ve made. “Changing. Problem?”
His Adam’s apple bobs slowly as he wets his lips, his eyes glued on my chest, a visible hard on rising in his jeans. Clearing his throat, he tries to shake it off and flops on the edge of my bed. He reaches for the remote on my nightstand, his eyes now on the T.V.. “Nope.”
My body swivels around and I reach into my drawer for a baggy t-shirt. I slide it on and unhook my bra before sliding my jeans off leaving my thong on.
I never sleep in a thong. Not comfortable. I either sleep without underwear in my yoga shorts, or comfy boy short underwear, but like I said, I’m showing him what he’s missing.
He glances at me and asks, “You aren’t gonna…uh…wear underwear to bed?”
“I am,” I squeak, flopping on the bed beside him. “Tonight anyway.” My response causes him to roll his tongue across his lips.
God I want that in my mouth.
“It’s a thong.”
Something similar to a deep groan comes from him as he gets up and turns off the light before snuggling beside me in my bed. He hands me the remote so I can scan through the channels but I’m pretty sure it’s just so he can continue to drool over me.
“Did you have fun tonight?”
I shrug as I land on the cooking channel, something I won’t have to concentrate on, which is good because we’re gonna make out.
Whether or not he knows it, that’s what’s gonna happen. Some combination of the liquid bravery, sexual frustration, and realization that the chance for many more of these moments is small makes that decision easy. In case you were wondering.
“Yeah. I think Erin likes the new bartender.”
“Really?”
“You should see her around him. She’s a whole other level of bitchy. I think it’s because she doesn’t know what to do with herself when he’s around.”
A hum leaves Logan and I turn to see him lying on his side staring at me. His blue eyes seem to have a predatory look that gets my heart thumping hard. His hand slides across my stomach and there’s an immediate reaction between my legs.
He leans down and lets his lips feather across my jaw line. A sharp gasp escapes me and my eyes roll back.
Damn that’s good.
“Maxx…” his voice drifts, as do his lips. His tongue peeks out, taking soft licks at an unpredictable rate. The heat between my hips grows.
“Hm?” I manage to respond as his hand slips under my t-shirt. Another small gasp leaves me.
“Can I ask you something?” The words are hot on my ear, and the moisture from my pussy begins soaking my thong.
Lord have mercy. Sweet torment.
“Yeah…” My voice whispers in return, the feeling of his fingertips grazing the tops of my breast.
“Have you let Tony touch you here?” His question is followed with a gentle nip on my earlobe forcing a mewl out of me. Not being able to voice the answer I shake my head as his thumb slowly swipes my nipple. “What about here?” Another short cry comes out of me as he gives my nipple a small
I’m talking hot enough to melt the sun.
When I reach the top, I take in a deep breath, the smell of his aftershave tempting me to reach out and touch him. To lick him. To grind against him.
Too horny. Sorry.
“Wanna come watch T.V. with me ‘til I fall asleep?”
“Yeah.” his face softens slightly.
I take off towards my room with him on my heels. Inside I know I need to change and love the idea of another chance at teasing him. Show him a little more of what he’s missing. Logan shuts the door behind him and I turn around stripping off my shirt immediately.
He barely manages to ask, “What are you doing?”
Leaning against my dresser, that’s propped up under the window, I stick my boobs out a bit, the low cut lacy black bra I’m wearing was the only one that was clean. This morning I was livid but now…it’s the best decision I’ve made. “Changing. Problem?”
His Adam’s apple bobs slowly as he wets his lips, his eyes glued on my chest, a visible hard on rising in his jeans. Clearing his throat, he tries to shake it off and flops on the edge of my bed. He reaches for the remote on my nightstand, his eyes now on the T.V.. “Nope.”
My body swivels around and I reach into my drawer for a baggy t-shirt. I slide it on and unhook my bra before sliding my jeans off leaving my thong on.
I never sleep in a thong. Not comfortable. I either sleep without underwear in my yoga shorts, or comfy boy short underwear, but like I said, I’m showing him what he’s missing.
He glances at me and asks, “You aren’t gonna…uh…wear underwear to bed?”
“I am,” I squeak, flopping on the bed beside him. “Tonight anyway.” My response causes him to roll his tongue across his lips.
God I want that in my mouth.
“It’s a thong.”
Something similar to a deep groan comes from him as he gets up and turns off the light before snuggling beside me in my bed. He hands me the remote so I can scan through the channels but I’m pretty sure it’s just so he can continue to drool over me.
“Did you have fun tonight?”
I shrug as I land on the cooking channel, something I won’t have to concentrate on, which is good because we’re gonna make out.
Whether or not he knows it, that’s what’s gonna happen. Some combination of the liquid bravery, sexual frustration, and realization that the chance for many more of these moments is small makes that decision easy. In case you were wondering.
“Yeah. I think Erin likes the new bartender.”
“Really?”
“You should see her around him. She’s a whole other level of bitchy. I think it’s because she doesn’t know what to do with herself when he’s around.”
A hum leaves Logan and I turn to see him lying on his side staring at me. His blue eyes seem to have a predatory look that gets my heart thumping hard. His hand slides across my stomach and there’s an immediate reaction between my legs.
He leans down and lets his lips feather across my jaw line. A sharp gasp escapes me and my eyes roll back.
Damn that’s good.
“Maxx…” his voice drifts, as do his lips. His tongue peeks out, taking soft licks at an unpredictable rate. The heat between my hips grows.
“Hm?” I manage to respond as his hand slips under my t-shirt. Another small gasp leaves me.
“Can I ask you something?” The words are hot on my ear, and the moisture from my pussy begins soaking my thong.
Lord have mercy. Sweet torment.
“Yeah…” My voice whispers in return, the feeling of his fingertips grazing the tops of my breast.
“Have you let Tony touch you here?” His question is followed with a gentle nip on my earlobe forcing a mewl out of me. Not being able to voice the answer I shake my head as his thumb slowly swipes my nipple. “What about here?” Another short cry comes out of me as he gives my nipple a small
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