tug. His hand travels over to the other breast and repeats the action. My breath is short from my inability to recuperate.
I can’t fucking believe this is happening.
Logan’s hand slides down following the curves on my body to my inner thigh. “Here?”
I shake my head lazily rocking my hips towards him in hopes that he’ll take the hint.
Please take the goddamn hint.
Instead he lets his lips give my neck a good suck as he continues this delicious misery. Finally his hand slides over the outside of my thong, which to say is soaking would be an understatement.
“Fuck you’re wet.” The words make me more so. “Is that for me?”
Like I’m not even in my own body my head nods as my body rolls up again hoping he’ll end this agony before my demise.
Seriously. What the hell is the goddamn hold up? I’ve waited years for this!
“Tell me,” he demands, his fingertip making small circles on top of my underwear covered clit. I whimper loudly. “Tell me this is mine.”
In a voice I don’t recognize I cry out, “Yours Logan. All yours.” Like the expert he is, he slips his hand under my thong, slides a finger inside me, and cause my body to arch up off the mattress as I call out his name, “Logan…”
His thumb starts small circles around my clit as he pushes his finger deeper, “Mine.” The tone is animalistic. Coated in testosterone and dripping in domination. Between the combination of the word, the pressure, and the fact no one has touched me like this in years, my core clenches around his finger. He softly groans in my ear, “You’re gonna come for me.”
Not a question. Not a request. A fucking command.
My walls clench again as he gently starts pushing in and out, slipping an additional finger in after only a brief moment. I cry out his name in pleasure again. I can feel my orgasm pleading to get out of me like someone trying not drown. What I’ve always thought of as a long process is now the shortest it’s ever been.
God, he really does know what he’s doing doesn’t he?
As if hearing my thought he licks my earlobe and I moan his name again, louder this time, more urgent. I don’t want him to stop, but I know that I’m so close I can’t fight it. “Logan…” my whimper is a warning. Sensing it he rests his forehead against mine as my breathing becomes nonexistent. With one final rub, I’m coming apart, thrashing up to meet his touch as my orgasm rushes out of me leaving my head reeling, his name falling from my lips again and again.
His fingers slip out of me as he moans in my ear one final time. “Mine.”
I struggle to lift my eyes open, but can barely do it.
Not only was that better than I dreamed, it actually made the ones I fantasized about look like scenes from a bad teen movie. A very awful teen movie.
My breath leaks back into my lungs after several long attempts, which is when I notice that Logan is no longer lying beside me, but standing up. The triumphant smile on his face is followed by him saying, “You look fucking beautiful when you come.” Before I can say thanks for the strange ass compliment, Logan turns and disappears out of my room leaving me in the exact same state I left him in almost a week ago.
Ugh. Karma is a bitch.
Chapter 14
Logan
With a final huff I hop off the treadmill and toss a towel around the back of my neck, sweat pouring from my forehead. Fuck, I’m ready for a shower. I grab my gym bag, swing it over my bare shoulder, and head towards the front when Will stops me.
“Yo Kellar,” he calls out leaning against the check in counter.
“Yeah?”
“Wade’s got a family thing that he’s gotta disappear for awhile to take care of. Think you could help out and take his place a few times a month with the young ones?” I pause and fold my arms across my chest. “Nothing permanent. Just come in and watch them spar, give tips or even advice. Just an extra eye. It’d be a big help.”
My immediate response is to shut him down.
Not
I can’t fucking believe this is happening.
Logan’s hand slides down following the curves on my body to my inner thigh. “Here?”
I shake my head lazily rocking my hips towards him in hopes that he’ll take the hint.
Please take the goddamn hint.
Instead he lets his lips give my neck a good suck as he continues this delicious misery. Finally his hand slides over the outside of my thong, which to say is soaking would be an understatement.
“Fuck you’re wet.” The words make me more so. “Is that for me?”
Like I’m not even in my own body my head nods as my body rolls up again hoping he’ll end this agony before my demise.
Seriously. What the hell is the goddamn hold up? I’ve waited years for this!
“Tell me,” he demands, his fingertip making small circles on top of my underwear covered clit. I whimper loudly. “Tell me this is mine.”
In a voice I don’t recognize I cry out, “Yours Logan. All yours.” Like the expert he is, he slips his hand under my thong, slides a finger inside me, and cause my body to arch up off the mattress as I call out his name, “Logan…”
His thumb starts small circles around my clit as he pushes his finger deeper, “Mine.” The tone is animalistic. Coated in testosterone and dripping in domination. Between the combination of the word, the pressure, and the fact no one has touched me like this in years, my core clenches around his finger. He softly groans in my ear, “You’re gonna come for me.”
Not a question. Not a request. A fucking command.
My walls clench again as he gently starts pushing in and out, slipping an additional finger in after only a brief moment. I cry out his name in pleasure again. I can feel my orgasm pleading to get out of me like someone trying not drown. What I’ve always thought of as a long process is now the shortest it’s ever been.
God, he really does know what he’s doing doesn’t he?
As if hearing my thought he licks my earlobe and I moan his name again, louder this time, more urgent. I don’t want him to stop, but I know that I’m so close I can’t fight it. “Logan…” my whimper is a warning. Sensing it he rests his forehead against mine as my breathing becomes nonexistent. With one final rub, I’m coming apart, thrashing up to meet his touch as my orgasm rushes out of me leaving my head reeling, his name falling from my lips again and again.
His fingers slip out of me as he moans in my ear one final time. “Mine.”
I struggle to lift my eyes open, but can barely do it.
Not only was that better than I dreamed, it actually made the ones I fantasized about look like scenes from a bad teen movie. A very awful teen movie.
My breath leaks back into my lungs after several long attempts, which is when I notice that Logan is no longer lying beside me, but standing up. The triumphant smile on his face is followed by him saying, “You look fucking beautiful when you come.” Before I can say thanks for the strange ass compliment, Logan turns and disappears out of my room leaving me in the exact same state I left him in almost a week ago.
Ugh. Karma is a bitch.
Chapter 14
Logan
With a final huff I hop off the treadmill and toss a towel around the back of my neck, sweat pouring from my forehead. Fuck, I’m ready for a shower. I grab my gym bag, swing it over my bare shoulder, and head towards the front when Will stops me.
“Yo Kellar,” he calls out leaning against the check in counter.
“Yeah?”
“Wade’s got a family thing that he’s gotta disappear for awhile to take care of. Think you could help out and take his place a few times a month with the young ones?” I pause and fold my arms across my chest. “Nothing permanent. Just come in and watch them spar, give tips or even advice. Just an extra eye. It’d be a big help.”
My immediate response is to shut him down.
Not
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