by Janie Marie
“Don’t ruin the moment with your big head,” she said, laughing at his arrogant grin.
“But no girl enjoys a small head.”
She frowned but then moaned when he lowered his hips to hers. He was already getting hard. He was the first guy to be with her like this, but he was big, and he was hitting a spot that made her cry out in ecstasy.
“Moment still ruined?” His husky voice sent shivers through her body.
“Nuh-uh,” she whispered before pulling his lips to hers.
Logan took over from there, tasting her lips before rewarding her with a breath-stealing kiss. “I think it’s time for my presents.” He kissed her neck before pulling her shirt off.
She was a little marveled that he did it so quickly but was too busy squirming and moaning to comment.
“I want to unwrap my girls,” he murmured, licking her cleavage.
Kylie could only nod, still lifting her hips to meet his slow movements.
Logan chuckled, his breath moistening her heated skin. “Oh, my beautiful Kylie.” He sneakily slipped one hand under her when she arched her back because he moved away for just a second. They locked eyes, and Logan smiled as his expert fingers popped the hooks of her bra.
Kylie moaned, trying to keep her eyes open as he looked away, sliding his hand out from under her and around to cup her right breast.
“Oh, fuck, they’re perfect,” he whispered, giving a gentle squeeze before peeling her bra off completely.
She panted, struggling to keep her eyes open so she could watch him as he massaged her right breast.
“Please, Logan,” she whimpered, watching him lower his mouth. Her whole body clenched up in anticipation. “Oh!” She clutched the back of his head the moment his hot tongue flicked her nipple. “Mmmm. Oh, dammit.”
Now she couldn’t even look. She wanted to, but she could only close her eyes and enjoy what he was doing to her.
His hands never stopped moving. His lips and tongue never stopped tasting, sucking—kissing. His hips. Her hips. Both of them, constantly moving, grinding, teasing the other.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tugged his soft hair. “Logan, I need you.”
He swept his tongue over the top of her breasts, murmuring, “You have me, Hood.”
She shook her head, whining. “I need . . . I don’t know. Give it.”
Logan chuckled, kissing and nibbling his way up to her lips. “What do you want me to give?”
Kylie moaned, lifting her hips to feel him. He was so much harder now. She wanted to touch him, wrap her hand around him. Stick him inside . . .
“We can’t yet.” He groaned the more she rubbed herself against him. “Oh, fuck.” Logan leaned down and rolled so he was on his back and she was straddling him. Kylie blinked, opening her eyes, steadying herself by placing her palms on his chest.
“What are you doing?” She sighed, shaking when he brought his hands to her hips and rocked her.
“Get yourself off on me.” He squeezed her hips and thrust his.
“Wha—“
He kept one hand on her waist while the other reached up to tease her breasts. “I want to fuck your brains out right now.” His voice was just as rough as his hands were becoming. “But we can’t. And I won’t let your first time be a hard fuck.” He cupped her cheeks, gentler this time. “If you stay under me, I’ll rip your panties off.” He chuckled when she probably showed she welcomed that idea. “Baby, don’t make me do something you’ll hate me for later.”
“Okay.” She sighed against his mouth.
“This is dry sex,” he said, slowly pulling her hips back and forth. It felt . . .
“Fuck yes,” she yelled.
He was rocking her again, but he groaned when she grinded against him. “I want to see you lose yourself.” He thrust up, matching her movements perfectly. “I want you to use my dick to make yourself feel good.”
She closed her eyes, digging her nails into his chest when he began massaging her breasts.
“He wants to be inside your sweet pussy, but he can’t—“
“Oh, God, stop talking.” She bent over him more, rocking her body harder. Faster.
He shook his head. “I’m going to taste her. I’m going to worship her.”
She whined, the heat becoming unbearable and necessary all at the same time.
“I’m going to bury myself inside you.”
Faster. Harder.
“How’s this feel, baby?”
“Good.” The heat, the need took over all thoughts and actions.
“Oh, fuck, there you go.” He grabbed her hips hard, rocking her against his hardness. He was smiling as she dug her nails into his skin. “Come for me, Hood.”
“I am,” she cried out, her entire body warming, shaking. Tingling. There were just too many sensations to describe the explosion of pleasure she was experiencing. Every part of her clenched up and jolted as waves of the most incredible feeling rolled through her.
Logan pulled her face to his, and Kylie sighed against his mouth as he slid one hand down the back of her panties, squeezing her butt cheek. His other hand gripped her hair, and he kissed her long and hard. “I’m never going to get tired of watching that,” he whispered, rubbing his nose against her cheek. “You okay?”
She nodded, feeling a little sleepy.
“I’m gonna go shower then, okay?”
She nodded but realized he was still as hard as before. “Oh, what about you?”
Logan grinned as he sat up with her. One of his hands went straight for her breast as he kissed her cheek. “I was just going to take a cold shower.” He kissed her neck while he played with her hair.
“Does that work?”
“Not really.” He pecked her lips and started to lift her off. “But I’m not going to go jack off with you sitting out here. It’s fine.”
She watched him stare at her body as he began to move off the bed. He was fighting himself, she could tell. He wanted her as badly as she did him, but all he cared about was pleasing her.
“Logan,” she said, biting her lip once he was standing. His body was constantly flexing, ready to attack, to ravage.
“Baby, I can’t look at you much longer without taking your panties off and finishing what we started. Let me go shower.”
She reached out, grabbing his hand before he could leave. “Let me shower with you.”
“What?” His eyes went wide.
Kylie was sure his cock twitched, and she bit her lip as she crawled to the edge of the bed. “You made me ruin another pair of panties anyway,” she whispered, standing right in front of him. “And you’ve seen all of me without even letting me touch you.” She lifted her arms around his neck.
“Kylie.” The warning was clear, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her against him.
“We’re showering together.” She kissed his chin, allowing this boldness to take control of her.
Logan groaned as she carefully palmed his hard-on.
She’d never wanted something as badly as she wanted him in her at that moment. “And you’re going to come for me.”
Logan chuckled before effortlessly lifting her up. He pulled her legs around his waist and carried her to his bathroom. “I’ve turned you into a freak.”
He lowered her to her feet when he seemed to realize he’d need both hands to turn the shower on. Luckily, her hands and lips were free to do as she pleased.
Mm . . . Muscles.
Kylie leaned forward, pressing her lips to Logan’s chest while she kept her hands glued to his sides. She pressed kiss after kiss to his chest while he leaned partially into the shower to adjust the spray. His free hand cradled the back of her head—she’d never felt more cared for.
She had no idea what she was doing. She was just doing what she wanted.
“It’s a good thing we already have your shampoo and shit,” Logan said.
Kylie pulled her lips away just as he placed his hands around her face.
He kissed her
softly. “We still can’t fuck, all right?”
She nodded, running her fingers along his back and shivering from the cool air.
“You have to help me with that. ’Cause once we get undressed, I’m going to want nothing more than to thrust my dick inside you.”
Dear God, the tingle that surged between her legs was unbearable. “I’ll try to help.”
Logan chuckled. She couldn’t believe she was standing there, hugging him with her bare breasts pressed against his body.
Logan’s eyes flickered down to her chest, and he smirked. “Cold?”
She smacked his back, smiling, and kissed his chest again. “Shut up and warm me up.”
“I love seeing you like this,” he murmured against her mouth.
She smiled, moaning when one of his hands fell from her face to cup her left breast.
“So free—so comfortable with your body.” He placed a kiss to her collarbone, his thumb teasing her nipple. “So beautiful.”
She loved what he was saying, but if she thought about it much longer, she’d chicken out from what she wanted to do. “Logan,” she whispered, moaning and throwing her head back as he started to lower himself to one knee, his mouth never leaving her skin. “I need your clothes off now.”
He smiled, then lightly bit the inside of her left breast. “So needy.”
“Logan.” She opened her eyes and stared down at him. “Please.”
“Don’t beg me, baby,” he said, sliding his hands up her legs to settle on her hips. “Just take. It’s already yours.”
She didn’t know what to think about his statement. Her mind was clouded with lust. And the fact he had pushed his hands inside the back of her panties to squeeze her butt, and was now sliding them down, pushed all other thoughts out of her mind.
Logan kept his fingers in constant contact with her trembling body, occasionally squeezing where he seemed to not be able to help himself. She watched him, mesmerized by the look of awe and adoration on his face as he studied her.
“How bad do you want me in you?”
She snapped her eyes to his.
“In here.” He gently spread her legs, and with one hand holding her waist, his other slid up between her legs.
She moaned, shaking and gripping his head as his fingers parted her lips, allowing his middle finger to draw a teasing circle around that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Hmm?”
She nodded, whimpering because the ache was so beautifully torturous.
“I mean it when I say take what you want. But right now”—he pushed his middle finger inside, making her breath hitch as her body tensed up—“this is as far as I can go.” He twisted and pumped his finger as he brought his mouth lower. “But if you let me, I can give you something that feels just as good, if not better. I did promise your kitty this last time.”
“Wha—“ she cried out as he flicked his tongue against her. “Oh, Logan.”
He made a humming noise as he continued to lick and suck, and that only sent more shocks of ecstasy through her body and over her skin. At some point, he’d pushed her against the corner where the glass door of his shower met his wall. And when he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, she shot her hands out to hold herself up, one against the glass and the other gripping a towel rack.
It was painful but lovely.
Kylie bucked her hips without having any control over her body or the sounds she was making. Logan was forced to abandon the attention he was giving her with his hand so he could keep her legs apart. She was nearly kicking him away while also attempting to bring herself closer to his talented mouth.
Luckily, Logan wasn’t a pushover, and when she bucked and pushed, he held her tighter and kept her where he wanted her.
“Oh, shit,” she said, panting. “Fuck me.”
Logan let out a small chuckle. The vibrations from the sound almost made her explode.
Licking. Sucking. Nibbling.
Faster. Slower.
She didn’t know what to do! She just wanted him to get her where he was taking her. She needed it like it would be her death if she didn’t have it. “Oh, Logan. Yes! Stop. Keep going!” She moaned. “Oh, yes.”
He growled, lifting her so he was practically serving her on a platter to himself.
Panting and writhing, she felt the tug more intensely than she had when he used his hand. She moaned, cried, begged for him to rip her apart. She needed him to break her.
And he did.
Screaming out his name, she shattered. Shaking and clenching, she fell apart. And she swore his lips were smiling as he kept giving her torturous flicks with his tongue.
“Stop.” She bucked and kicked, hating and loving how amazing the pull that started from her abdomen was. It only got stronger. His kisses, nibbles, and licks were too much. “Oh, please, stop. I can’t take it.” She loved it though.
Logan smiled, rubbing his cheek against her thigh.
“I hate you.” She didn’t hate him at all. She didn’t even know if it was possible to hate him.
He laughed and kissed her thigh before carefully removing her leg from his shoulder. “You don’t hate me, Hood.” He grinned up at her before dropping his lips to her hip.
“I do,” she said, trying to pout but sighing because her skin burned and tingled still. “And this was supposed to be for you.”
“This is for me.” He kissed her stomach and looked up at her.
“But I wanted to please you.”
Logan smirked and stood up, kissing her lips before taking a step back. “Then please me, baby.”
She pried her fingers off the towel rack, swaying a bit on her shaky legs, and took a step toward him. He didn’t say anything, didn’t reach out to touch her when she lifted her fingers to his chest.
Another step closer, and she bit her lip, unsure of her actions as she looked up at him. His expression would have alarmed her if she wasn’t so turned on. The room was filling with steam, the chill in the air long gone as they both took heavier breaths.
She was so scared but so comfortable with him at the same time. So keeping her eyes on his, she let her hands slide down his chest until they reached his waistband.
He hissed when her fingertips just barely slid inside, and when he broke eye contact to look down at her hands, she did too.
Her breath shook with his as she pulled the elastic band away. He was straining against his briefs, and when she pulled more, she watched him start to spring free.
“Fuck, Hood. You’re killing me.”
After clearing enough space, Kylie parted her lips, awed by his magnificence, and started to push his briefs down.
“Will you help me?” she whispered, tracing her finger around the tip. It was so smooth, so enticing.
“Help you with what?”
She looked up, smiling because of his pained voice when she slid her fingers around him. “If I do it wrong.”
“What are you talking about, baby?” He reached up to cup her face, obviously wanting to kiss her, but fighting himself.
She wrapped her hand around him, not able to completely close her hand. Wow. “I want to use my mouth.”
His eyes went wide and darted between hers. “You sure? You don’t have to. You can just use your hand.”
She shook her head, turning to press her lips against his palm. “I want to taste you too.”
“Damn,” he whispered and pulled her lips to his.
She mewled into his mouth as she pumped her hand, and her anticipation increased when he grew harder and bigger in her palm.
He still hadn’t answered, and she was growing anxious.
“Logan,” she whispered. “I want to try, but I don’t want to do it bad.”
Shaking his head, he pecked her lips. “You won’t do bad. I’ll love anything you do to me.” He groaned, thrusting a little in her hand.
“Okay.” She kissed his jaw, smiling when he groaned and tilted his head so she could reach his neck. “Just tell me though.”
“I will, baby.” His hand, which had been loving her breast, fell away and reached out to the glass. His other had slid from her face to her hair as she kissed down his stomach. “Oh, shit, this is the best already.”
His words gave her confidence like they always did, and when he tugged her hair because she had made sure to slide her breasts against him as she got on her knees, she was ready.
They locked eyes, her hand slowly moving up and down before she ran her thumb along the rim. He squeezed his eyes shut then and exhaled sharply, telling her that was a sensitive spot and somewhere to focus on.
Licking her lips as she gazed at the drop of moisture on his tip, she leaned forward and licked it. Logan muttered out a curse and tightened his grip. His whole body was tight, flexing when she placed a kiss to the soft skin and swallowed his essence. It amazed her that she liked the bittersweet taste.
Again, she flicked her tongue out, twirling it around the head once before she decided to travel the full length of him. That’s what girls in books did, and they must be right because he let out a satisfied growl.
She knew the wait was killing him. So, kissing and licking her way back to the tip, she gripped his shaft with one hand. Her other cupped his balls, like she’d heard was a good thing to do, and she took him completely in her mouth.
“You know that was the best I’ve ever had, right?”
Kylie smiled, leaning her back against his wet chest. Her eyes closed as he rubbed bodywash all over her stomach, never waiting too long to return his attention to her breasts.
“I tried my best,” she murmured. “Mmm.” She hummed, remembering how much he seemed to love the sound when she had her lips wrapped around him.
Logan chuckled, hugging her to him as he kissed her neck. “It was amazing, baby.”
She nodded, agreeing with him because of what he had given her.
After he kissed her a whole lot more and ran his hands over every inch of her body, he sighed and turned off the chilling water. “We need to get out. I have to get you home.”
Kylie groaned but nodded at him. Logan reached out, pulling two towels in for them. She didn’t hide the way she let her eyes scan his gorgeous body, or her blush when she realized he was semi-hard again.