Unravel (Unbound Trilogy Book 1)

by Kathy Coopmans

  “Take your hand off my cock and place them palm down on the door.”

  She lets out a strangled gasp, squeezes my bulge and obeys.

  “Good girl.”

  Hell, why can’t life be simple so she could always be mine?

  I pump in and out, add another digit and revel in the way her muscles constrict around my fingers.

  “God, what are you doing to me?” Unmistakable need laces through her tone.

  “I don’t know, Ellie. Whatever this is between us, I don’t want to stop.” A pang of remorse rushes through me causing my chest to rumble.

  “I came all over my stomach last night wishing my seed was coating your walls. I yelled your name. I imagined you on your knees with my cock down your throat, my hands gripping hold of your head until I shot off inside. Spend the night with me, Ellie?”

  “God, Logan. Yes, I’ll stay.” She pants and drops her head against the back of the door. I slant my mouth over hers; she’s so close to coming undone. I need to taste her release as it slips from her tongue.

  I ruthlessly drive my fingers in and out of her drenched desire, my cock like granite as I feel her start to fall apart. I want to worship every inch of her, taste her. Her channel is so warm, so fucking perfect I’m going to be straining the rest of the day. Fuck, she is so damn gorgeous. More when she’s vulnerable and at my command like this.

  “You need my cock as badly as I need to be inside you.” My teeth nip at her earlobe. “So receptive to my touch. Fuck my fingers and take what you need. What only I can give you. I can’t get enough. Can’t wait to be inside you bare.”

  I’ve never been before. There were times I was tempted, times women begged, but I never did. Condoms are mandatory in our club anyway. Even the married couples are forced to use them.

  I brush my thumb over her clit, and just like that, she shatters. Tremors are shaking her tight little body. Her pleasure is dripping into my hand.

  She twists her fingers in my hair, yanking hard. Fuck, I love it when she goes wild on me.

  She rides my hand, pumping those hips, tiny moans tripping out of her mouth while all the wicked things I want to do to her will soon slip through my fingers like sand.

  Her body shakes, and she thrusts her hips forward, arches her back, and comes.

  I unwillingly pull my fingers out of her, place them on her bottom lip and grow impossibly hard as she sucks me clean. All I can picture is my cock sunk between those lips, but I need to get us back out there before shit hits the fan.

  “Thank you for what you did for Lexi. For everything you’re doing for her.” Probably isn’t the best timing to be thanking her. Like everything else, I don’t give a flying fuck.

  “Was that your way of thanking me?” A smile pulls at her mouth — full of amusement.

  “No, it’s my way of reminding us both you’re mine.”

  Chapter 17

  Ellie

  On unsteady legs, I open the bathroom door, gathering all my willpower to avoid from reaching out and grabbing hold of the dresser for support, my heart pounding wild from the mere sight of Logan standing in the middle of his bedroom.

  Naked.

  The second he turns toward me, I take him in. He’s holding a piece of paper in his hand, but that’s not what drops my jaw.

  Appreciation slams into me, jumbling my mind. “Oh my God,” I whisper, trying to comprehend how a man can have muscles everywhere that ripple with every movement. This man is solid and vast, and even though I’ve spent time with him, touched and kissed and gripped. Seeing every inch of Logan blending in with the dim lighting dries my mouth.

  My need and nervousness bang around inside my chest. Logan looks like a wild beast. Primal and ready to attack. I follow his free hand, squeezing my thighs together when he wraps it around his hard dick and strokes.

  “When I say I want things from you, it’s because I need them. When it comes to you, Ellie, those two go hand in hand. Do you understand?” Logan stretches out his hand, giving me the paper. I read it over and sparks fly when I make it to him.

  “I understand.” God, do I ever. I’m so turned on; I want him to fuck me until I cry.

  “You sure, about no protection?”

  He grabs my hand, tugging me toward him and kissing my knuckles again before he spins me around. My back to his front, his dick pressing into my ass.

  “Yes.” I drop the proof from his blood test onto the floor. My fingers shaking and resting limply at my sides.

  Logan palms my heavy breasts and growls in my ear. His fingers begin pinching and rolling my nipples and then with a yank, he tears the towel I just wrapped around me after taking a shower clear off my body.

  The man leaving me defenseless and completely exposed.

  “I want your hands all over me; I need to have mine all over you. I want to suck, bite and mark these tits. I want you wild, and I need you to lose control, Ellie. About lost mine when you stripped out of your bright yellow dress and jumped in the pool. I’ve been hard for you all day. These braids have my mind thinking about all kinds of dirty. Are you ready to get dirty with me, baby? Remember, I won’t ask you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

  Good Lord, this man and his words have my breath hitching at the thought of what he wants and just how filthy we’re going to get.

  “I’m inexperienced, Logan, not unteachable.”

  The overwhelming rush of learning and experiencing rushes out of me without an ounce of doubt.

  “No one is doing the teaching. We’re learning together.”

  “Then do something already. Make me yours.”

  “You were mine well before I realized it. The things I want to do to you are nothing short of carnal.”

  Somehow, I think what he said is mild compared to what he was thinking.

  I wiggle my butt provokingly, bumping against his groin and whimper.

  A shiver runs through me when he pushes his nose into my hair. His mouth starts moving, placing tiny kisses along the back of my neck — and one hand palms my throat and the other roams down the crack of my ass.

  “Spread for me.”

  I obey, and he plunges his finger inside me, pushing in and out a few times before sliding back up the path it came, circling my puckered hole. I gasp, my head falling back on his shoulder.

  Turning me around, Logan kneels at my feet and wraps those big hands around my ankles, skimming upward until he reaches my calves, moving slowly and higher until he touches my core. Cupping it and holding my eyes. Desire nips at my insides, and just like that, I become lost in his touch.

  My breath catches when he pushes me onto the bed and pries my thighs apart. Lips finding my skin and drugging me as he works his way up my legs.

  “I’ve never wanted to let someone into my life the way I do you. This thing we have is insane. Take what you learn and feel how good we are together. Me inside you. My cock surrounded by your pussy.”

  The harsh tone of his words and the heated breath from his mouth accelerate the pulse between my trembling thighs. He pulls away and drags the pad of his thumb across my clit, watching as he does.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.”

  I’ve been in control of my body for so long. Now, I’m at Logan Mitchell’s mercy. A man who is quickly reaching in and taking control of my heart. He’s slipping in, digging beneath my foundation, sinking into my soul. It won’t be long before he has complete control and I’m falling. I’m not there yet, but I see myself inching closer to the edge — a hard fall. I can only hope he catches me.

  His lips part, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, I’ve wanted that tongue on me everywhere. I’ve dreamed of it, craved it so many times that I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t give me what I need.

  “Logan, please,” I plea.

  There’s so much desire for this man inside of me that I’m having a hard time breathing while my heart is trying to pound its way out of my chest.

  My body presses
into the mattress when Logan climbs up my body, placing part of his weight on top of me. His fingers lace through mine. Slowly, he lifts them beside my head. He doesn’t say a word. He simply stares at my face.

  “I need you inside of me, Logan.”

  I want more of him. How much more, time will tell. I only know what we’ve been doing isn’t enough. Every time we’re together, the air crackles between us.

  I swallow when his lips brush across mine, sizzling eyes turn dark as a violent sea after a storm, and yet they don’t release my face.

  His face is the easiest I’ve seen it, he swallows hard as he spends a few spellbound moments taking me in.

  “Trust me yet? Feel me yet? Doubt yourself?”

  The look hidden behind his stare is far from gentlemanly. His darkened gaze makes me want to beg him to kiss me deeply while his hands roam all over the curves of my body. Those eyes of his touch me everywhere, and I like it so, so much that I don’t want to break away.

  My lips part, my answer releases on a needy pant.

  “Somewhat, yes and no.”

  “Good, then give me the trust you had with your body before you knew who I was. I promise you by the time I’m done feasting and sink my cock into your pussy, you’ll be coming hard, heavy, and all over my tongue, fingers, and cock.”

  He doesn’t wait for a reply; he slips down, pulls a nipple into his mouth, and works his magic tongue in a circle. Just when I feel that build between my legs, he moves to the other one. Frustration simmers and rebuilds as he tugs hard, biting and causing pleasurable pain as I’ve never felt before.

  The shameless woman inside me emerges. Never did I think I would know the roughness, the satisfying desire of someone pulling me to the brink of insanity would be something Logan drew out of me as if he’s fucked me a thousand times.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes,” Logan swallows, a light layer of sweat breaking across his brows as he pushes off, walks into what I assume is his closet and emerges with two black silk ties.

  I swallow, my nerves coming vibrantly alive as he takes my ankles and pulls my legs apart. I gasp, feeling more exposed to this man than I ever have before.

  “Logan, you aren’t tying my hands too, are you? I’m not ready for you to do that.” Panic moves through my lungs as he tugs on my leg, the smoothness of silk weaving loosely around my ankle. I watch, my mind in disarray as he moves to the other and does the same.

  Understanding flashes through his eyes. An indication he’d drop his plans in a heartbeat if I asked.

  “Just your legs, Ellie. I won’t ever restrain all four of your limbs at the same time unless you ask me. I need to be in control, but I need your hands on me. Unless you’re on all fours and I’m deciding if I want to fuck your pussy or your ass.”

  I gasp, my bottom puckering at the thought: mind relaxing and the fear of being tied stops burning in my veins.

  “This perfect wet pussy of yours, tight ass, your body, it belongs to me, Ellie, and I’m going to worship you.” He slides a finger through my folds, and my back arches, breathing picking up, eyes going wide when he bends, grips his cock and coats the tip with my wetness.

  I lift my head when he kneels and pushes a finger into me, muscles squeezing tightly. He dips his head, and the second his tongue meets my clit, I fly upward, fisting the sheets and dropping back down, my head thrashing from side to side. Logan grabs hold of my ass, gathering me beneath him, and licks from the top of my slit to my ass, over and over until my toes curl and my legs are tugging at the restraints to be free.

  “Logan, God, please.” Once again, I beg, this time not knowing what I’m begging for. Him to bring me to orgasm, to replace his mouth with his cock, to work me into a painful frenzy. All I know is he’s driving pleasurable pain straight to the little bundle of nerves I need to set me off.

  The growling coming from him mixed with the pulsation through my core as he assaults my tender flesh has me moaning in agony. I scream when he roughly sucks my sensitive clit into his mouth.

  Hard.

  A massive amount of tingling stimulates me as his tongue impales my body, licking and plunging and attacking like a man possessed — my back arches when his finger curves upward in a deep hard thrust.

  In and out, over and over relentlessly while the pressure in my core builds higher and higher, the foreseeable climax starting to work its way from my stomach to between my legs. I scowl, eyes snarling when he stops.

  “Foreplay, sweetheart. It can be torture. It’ll be worth it when you come so hard all over my face.” He lifts his head, a smirk across that mouth dripping with my juices. “Tell me what you need, Ellie.”

  The knowing grin that stretches over his face sends shivers rippling down my spine.

  “You, I need you to finish what you started,” I whisper without hesitating. Although, I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment.

  “And then what?”

  I shake my head. I knew he wanted control of my body, but it’s hard to give him power over my mind when the entirety of it is on edge.

  “Then I want you to fuck me, Logan.”

  He straightens, and I can’t take my eyes from the perfect man standing in front of me, viewing me in adoration. “That orgasm you almost had, will be worth the wait when your pussy is weeping all over my cock.”

  With one hand holding the base of his impressive erection, he drapes over me until his mouth is hovering over my chest, his cock resting at my entrance.

  He molds a big hand over one breast and squeezes. His name is rushing out of me on a puff of air when he pinches my nipple, circles the other with the hot tip of his tongue. I nearly explode when he opens his mouth and pulls hard with his teeth.

  “You are an enticing temptation — a woman who makes me believe in salvation. The urgency and excitement I feel whenever you are near, a distraction when we’re apart. That’s how I feel every time I’m with or without you. I can’t fucking think straight. You’re unraveling me, Ellie Wynn.”

  His words move through me. The desperation in his voice bearing down on my soul.

  I’m burning up. My entire being is on fire.

  “I need you inside me, please,” I beg. Knowing full well having me do so is what Logan wants.

  Surrender.

  I’ll gladly give it every time we’re in bed as long as he gives me what I achingly need.

  “Ellie.” My name sounds like the beginning of a prayer.

  He doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath before he plunges inside me.

  And pounds.

  My legs burn from being held captive in the restraints; my ass is hanging over the edge of the bed.

  I can’t move. I can only feel as Logan slams into me.

  “Jesus, you feel, God, Ellie, you feel so.” His words seem to have escaped him.

  “I know.” The words are tearing out of my mouth on a gasp. Because I do know, I’ve known all along that my feelings for him over these past several days has built to something more. Something that’s slowly burning. Fervently attacking my mind and scaring the hell out of me.

  He grips my waist. Rocks into me with a force that makes my back nearly bend in half, my hips move up and down with his. The headboard is slamming violently into the wall.

  He thrust in and out, and I scrape my nails down his back, knowing they’ll leave marks.

  The way his dick glides in and out of me as I clench and grip him tight is a song to my soul. I feel him everywhere. His heated breath at the base of my neck. His hands as they palm my ass. His dick as it slams into my body at a heart-pounding beat. He doesn’t let up with his thrusts as he swirls his hips and takes.

  It’s a burning desire, a scorching, yearning, craving, beautiful necessity that’s been building. The feel of Logan thickening inside of me turns my pants into long, drawn-out moans. Then I hear the faint sound of a groan as his cock starts to pulse.

  “Fucking hell.” He growls, and my world goes silent, warmth fills me, and my walls grasp h
old of him like a hot, flaming sin.

  “I wanted you from the minute I saw you,” he whispers, his hands whisking up to frame my face. Our noses are touching, our mouths inhaling one another’s breaths.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  I wince, gathering up the strength to lift my head and admire Logan’s backside when he pulls out of me and disappears into the bathroom. My legs burn, my chest growing tight, stomach pitching when he comes back out with a washcloth in his hand.

  I pant and given the devilish smirk on Logan’s face when he cleans me up, I know he isn’t done with me yet.

  Life comes back to my legs when he unties them — massaging my ankles and calves before taking hold of my ass, places his knees on the edge and pushes me up the bed.

  “Your next orgasm will be in my mouth.” His big strong hands squeeze my ass, and he lifts my lower body to meet his face, my legs going around his shoulders.

  “Logan.” My chest shudders right along with the rest of my body as his lips and tongue zone right in on my clit. Sucking and biting and licking.

  “I’m going to come.” I can feel that pressure building.

  “Not yet.” He stops his assault, blows on my sensitive nerve and flicks it repeatedly with his tongue. The man gazing up at me, eyes blown, tongue out of control and going at me like I’m the best thing he’s put in his mouth.

  I’m thrashing in agonizing pleasure and grinding my pussy boldly into his face.

  I moan, closing my eyes in utter bliss as Logan rips another orgasm right out of me.

  “One more.” It’s a demand, not a request.

  I’m flipped over on all fours, my braids tugged and fisted in his hand, and I scream so loud, arms barely able to hold me up when he slams into me from behind and fucks me like a madman, deep and hard into my womb.

  “Jesus, woman, you feel good.”

  I scream as he plows into me over and over again, unhinged and out of control. My eyes slam shut, my scalp burns, and I come so hard that static blends with the sound of Logan’s skin slapping against mine.

  I hear the loud sound of a groan as his cock starts to pulsate, and his strokes become long and slow as he lets go.