The Hangover

by Lively, R. S.

  That's all he needs to hear before he throws his lips on mine. I'm stunned for a moment before I snap out of it and wrap my arms around his shoulders. He brings me to the floor, and I straddle his waist. He controls the kiss by moving my head the way he wants it. Logan drives his tongue in, warming my cold mouth from the ice cream.

  "You're out to kill me." he groans, breaking the kiss.

  "Never," I admit before colliding out lips together.

  I've never felt so hot. My body is on fire. He wraps his tongue with mine before pulling it away, coating my lips with his and repeating the same movement with his tongue. I do something I've never done before and rock my hips on his lap. My body gyrates, and I don't know if it's from the vibrations of the car or his arms wrapped around me. My whole body shakes, overwhelmed by so much pleasure all at once. It's almost too much, but I never want it to stop. I want more. I break the kiss when I rock again and groan, clutching the thick material of his suit in my fist.

  "That's it. Take what you want. Take it, Cherry," he gasps, licking a path up my neck. I tilt my head back, giving him the canvas he wishes to devour. I want to devour him, too. But I pull back.

  "I don't know. I—I don't know," I shake my head, not knowing what I'm doing. He probably hates being with someone that has so little experience.

  He cups my face with his large hands. "Yes, you do. I love figuring it out with you. Do what you want. But don't get in your head. Just relax." He drags his lips over mine before thrusting his tongue inside, swarming my mouth with his relentless kiss.

  He awakens something inside me. A hunger I never knew I had. I wrap my arms around his neck, whimpering into his mouth as I melt into him. "Logan." His name sounds like a plea from my lips.

  "Cherry," he says in awe, his brows furrowed as I rub against him through our clothes. He grunts and moans with every motion.

  He slips his hand underneath my dress and rubs his fingers softly against my warm center. It turns me on so much that he can feel how wet I am, even through my panties. It’s electrifying. He speeds up, and heat spreads in my body, possessing it, making me stutter my hips as I press myself against him. "Logan!" I say his name as a question and a statement, warning him of how close I am.

  "That's it, Cherry. Relax."

  I rock my hips faster against his palm. Logan responds by slipping his finger underneath my panties and touching my clit. Oh my god, it sends shivers up and down my spine, and electricity crackles all the way through to my toes. My breathing is ragged and my whole body is shaking, and I know I’m about to lose control.

  Finally, I give in. I toss my head back and scream as pleasure rushes through me. My throat burns from the strain, but Logan shuts me up with his mouth, swallowing the sounds of my orgasm. My body floods with an overwhelming bout of lust and I lose myself again in his kiss.

  My forehead collapses on his shoulder as I try to gather my thoughts. He removes his hand from me and strokes my back as he kisses the side of my neck, holding me through the quakes that are racking my body.

  "Wow," I gasp, exhausted.

  He chuckles, pushing my hair behind my ear as he kisses my swollen lips. "You are so fucking beautiful."

  It's a good thing it's dark out, because my face heats from his words. After what we just did, I'm blushing. What a virgin thing to do.

  "Perfect timing, too. We’re here."

  Reluctantly, I try to move my jellified legs off him, but he stops me, taking my wrist and guiding it down to rest on his still-very-hard member. I swallow my nerves when I think about seeing it. I've watched porn like every other girl and seen the sizes cocks come in, but I didn't think cocks existed like that outside of Hollywood. I'm more naïve than I thought.

  "You feel what you do to me, Cherry? From the moment I heard the sass flowing out of your mouth in the diner, I noticed you."

  He lifts me off of him, and I watch as he readjusts his cock, tucking it straight up in his waistband. I can’t look away. My breath quickens in anticipation. I can’t wait to see it.

  He buttons his suit jacket, covering the sexy view I had, making me pout. I huff. I put my hand on a cock one time, and I'm a sex fiend. I cover my face with my hands, trying to catch my breath. What a night.

  He opens the car door and helps me out. The breeze cools my hot skin. My legs shake as I try to find my balance. His hand cups my jaw again, and I gaze at him through mascara-coated lashes.

  “Don’t think for a second I didn’t notice you looking at my cock, and don’t think for a second that when we get inside, I won’t let you have your way with me, because I am,” he says, his voice gruff. “You're in control of what happens tonight. We can go as far—or not far—as you want, but don't get me wrong. I want you. I want to feel those red lips around my cock, but first I want you to reapply your lipstick.”

  I tilt my head, not understanding why he’s requesting that from me.

  "Because I want to fuck it up with my cock."

  I gulp. Not from nerves, but from anticipation. Because I want him to fuck it up with his cock, too.

  Logan

  My cock is about to burst out of its seams to get to her mouth. I don’t want to force her to do anything, at all, unless she’s ready for it. But God, more than anything, I want her to suck my cock between her pouty swollen rubies so badly, I might cry.

  We enter through the east side of the estate. It's my wing, so we won't be interrupted. Nothing kills the mood like your naked drunk mother walking around, so I'm making sure Whitley doesn't see that.

  I place my finger on the scanner, and the bolt unlocks. The door slides open to reveal a brightly-lit hallway. The trim is painted in gold leaf, the walls are a light cream color, and the floors are marble. The ceiling is high, and hanging on the walls are some of my father's favorite artworks. Mostly Van Gogh.

  "Wow, your house is stunning." Her eyes are wide as she takes in how large the house is. "Are those original paintings? Holy crap. Just how much money do you have?"

  But I can hardly concentrate on her words when my cock is breaking the stitches that hold my pants together. I drag her to down the hall, and her giggles make my heart sore. When we finally make it to the large double doors where my room is, I place my finger on the scanner again, and they slide open, revealing the only place that gives me peace. The room is large, containing a king-size bed and a jacuzzi tub in the corner. The walk-in closet could be a small room, but it holds all my suits.

  The walls are painted a light grey. I needed something different from the fucking cream on the walls on the other side of those doors. It's on my to-do list to renovate the entire house, but I just haven't had the time.

  "That's a jacuzzi."

  "It is," I nod, loosening my tie and whipping it off. I toss it on the black hardwood floors, letting it disappear from my vision. I unbutton my blazer and toss it on the chair. Her throat bobs as she swallows, watching me undress. "Are you more interested in the jacuzzi?"

  She shakes her head, causing her hair to fan out.

  "Come unbutton my shirt, Cherry," I say, leaning against the bedpost, waiting for the woman dressed in Vera Wang to unwrap me like a gift.

  Her hips sway back and forth as she walks to me. My eyes travel over her body, staring at the dip of her waist. I don't know what it is about that spot, but I love it. It’s so sexy. She finally makes her way to me and kicks off her shoes. She stands a few inches shorter now. Another thing I love.

  Her hands shake as she reaches for my shirt, and fear passes in her beautiful eyes. I press my hand against hers, laying it against my pounding heart. "I don't want you to be scared. I'm not going to hurt you."

  Her eyes widen. "No! That’s not it at all. I'm scared, but not of you."

  I close the space between our bodies with mine, wrapping my arm around her waist and laying it in the divot of her hourglass frame. "What are you afraid of?"

  Her pale skin turns red, and this time, the rosy color travels down her neck to the top of her breasts. My mouth ge
ts dry when I think about unzipping her dress, letting it fall to the floor, and seeing if that blush goes all the way down her body. Fuck, I hope so.

  She lowers her eyes to the floor and mumbles something I can't understand.

  “Look at me,” I whisper. “What did you say?” I brush my thumb over her bottom lip, imagining what it’s going to feel like when it's finally wrapped around my cock.

  "I'm afraid I'll be bad at whatever you want me to do!" she shouts, slapping her hand over her mouth from her outburst.

  I take her hand in mine, bringing it to my mouth and kissing it in reassurance. "There is no way I won't like what you do to me. Plus, I like that I get to tell you what I like."

  "Yeah?" she asks, a bit embarrassed and hopeful.

  "Yeah, Cherry. Now, unbutton my shirt and take off my pants. My cock hurts."

  She nods with enthusiasm, and her fingers unbutton the first one with ease. The first button allows a peek of my chest hair to pop through. She twirls her hands through it before unbuttoning the next and the next, until she is yanking the bottom of my shirt from my pants. She slides her hands over my hips, gliding them up my torso, and pushes the fabric down my arms, leaving my chest bared to her. Her eyes never leave my pecs as she explores my body like land she has never seen before.

  Tentatively, her hands descend my chest, making my skin pebbles and my lungs seize from how soft her touch is. "You're perfect," she says, tweaking my nipples before moving lower to my waistband.

  She blows out a shaky breath, and I don't say anything. I wait and see if this is what she wants. If she turns back around right now, I'll be happy to just hold her for the rest of the night, as I planned on doing, even though I might have to relieve myself in the bathroom.

  She unhooks the strap from the belt loop, and the snap of the leather and metal bounces off the walls as she slides it free, dropping it on the floor. The button pops free, and she lowers the zipper with slow exaggeration. I try to keep my breathing at a normal pace, but the lower that zipper gets, the more my heart rate increases. Once it's lowered, she reaches her hands around me and lowers my pants from the back. They drop to the floor, meeting with the other unwanted pieces of clothes. I step out of them and stand in front of her in only my briefs.

  I know she sees the wet spot in front of my bulge. She lifts her eyes to me, silently asking me what she needs to do next. "Turn around."

  She spins, holding her thick hair in her hands and laying it over her left shoulder. I lean forward, kissing the curve of her neck as my fingers grip her zipper and slide it down.

  Her dress falls with no effort, pooling at her feet. She shivers slightly, her smooth, pale skin finally fully exposed in front of me. She is wearing nothing but black lace panties. I know when she turns around, I'll be able to see what color her nipples are. I rub my hand down her spine, hooking my fingers in her underwear and pulling them down. She gasps at my touch but doesn't say anything as I place a hand on her shoulder to signal her to turn back around.

  My voice is lost with what I see. Her breasts are perky and full. Her nipples are dark red, almost matching her hair in a way. The sight of her is absolutely breathtaking.

  "You are fucking out of this world. So damn beautiful. You take my breath away." I flick her nipple, causing her to inhale.

  "Go to the bathroom and reapply your lipstick," I command.

  Her mouth opens in a surprised gasp.

  "Yeah, I was serious. Go."

  She grabs her purse and runs to the restroom that is attached to my bedroom and closes the door. I crawl on the bed and take my briefs off. We don’t need to be completely naked for this, but I want to be. I want to see her body and relish in the softness and exquisite beauty it offers. The door opens again, and she twirls around, her fire-red hair cascading around her shoulders in waves. Her eyes lock onto mine, and I can’t look away, even at her bare breasts. I grip my cock, already stroking it a few times as I watch her body move.

  "Do it again."

  She turns back around, walking to the threshold of the bathroom. Her ass is round and perfect, moving hypnotically as she rocks her hips, making me stroke my cock a bit faster. She twirls again, this time with a little attitude, and I see confidence shining through her.

  I have to squeeze my sack to keep from coming.

  "Come here," I growl.

  She smiles at the gruff sound of my voice and crawls onto the bed slowly. Her eyes widen like saucers when she sees my dick in my hand. She slides her gaze to me before looking back down again. Fear. It's fear I see. Mixed with pure desire.

  I can understand. I'm not a small man. "Do you like what you see, Cherry?"

  She nods.

  "Words. Use your words."

  "I love what I see, Logan."

  I release my cock, lean forward until my face is inches away from hers. I lift myself to my knees, and my cock presses against her stomach as I hold the back of her head and pull her closer to me. I massage her scalp, grasping desperately through her hair, and she moans, tilting her head back and giving me the perfect view of her pale, flawless throat. I strike, lowering my mouth on her neck and sucking with all my might, then lapping at sensitive, red flesh before giving it a tender kiss.

  She hisses, bending her neck back further, asking for more. I exhale a breath full of lust and lick all over her perfect neck, leaving red marks all over. Fuck, everything about her is so sweet and innocent. The taste of her is unlike any other, too.

  Once I'm done creating my masterpiece, I slam my lips on hers, reliving the memory of us lip-locked in the car. She meets my tongue with her own, twirling it around before she sucks me into her mouth, making my eyes roll to the back of my skull. I groan, sliding my hands down her back and gripping her ass as she feasts on me.

  Whitley breaks the kiss first and takes her time exploring my body. She pushes me down until my back hits the soft silk of the sheets. She doesn't straddle me. Instead, she stays close to my side and kisses her way down my chest, swirling her tongue around my nipple.

  I place my hand gently on the back of her head, encouraging her to do what she wants to my body. Her fingers roam over my abs, tracing every dip, ridge, and valley. She tweaks my other nipple while her other hand slides down my right thigh, scraping her nails as she goes.

  "Cherry," I whisper, arching my back into her inexperienced touch.

  She licks a trail down my torso, then blows cool air against it, making me hiss and squirm. I'm new to this. A woman exploring my body. I usually do all the work, so I guess we’re both virgins in this aspect.

  She kisses her way up my chest and neck until we are lip-locked again, stroking each other's tongues in maddening passion. So many sensations are coursing through me at the moment. I notice everything. The way the light reflects off her moon-colored skin. The way her tongue strokes mine, still with unspoken questions rolling off of it, wondering if she is doing it right. Her brilliant, blazing hair tickling my chest as it hangs between us.

  I wrap my arms around her, lifting her lightweight frame to my lower stomach. I run my hand down her back, tracing the rod of her spine until I'm gripping her ass with both cheeks, pulling her against me. I groan, trying to control the urge to pick her up and set her on my aching cock.

  My body won't stop shaking. I pull my mouth away from hers and lay my forehead against her shoulder.

  "Is everything okay?" she pants. Her breasts rise and fall, causing her nipples to rub against my chest.

  I squeeze her ass before I answer. "Fine, just need a minute." Before I fucking explode.

  She doesn’t answer. She just descends my body, lapping the sweat off my skin, and settles in the crook of my thighs. Her face is a few inches away from my cock. I cast my eyes down, seeing her eyes wide and unsure. My hand wraps around my cock, and, after a moment of hesitation, I softly tap the crown against her lips.

  Unexpectedly, it makes her giggle.

  "I don't know if anyone has told you but laughing while you're so close to a man'
s dick is a low blow," I say, never taking my gaze off hers. I meant to say it like a joke, but I’m so overwhelmed that it comes out strained.

  She covers her mouth with her hand, shaking her head. "I just wasn't expecting that, and I laugh when I'm nervous."

  "Don't be nervous."

  She leans in a bit closer, blowing hot breath along the long length. "Easy for you to say. You aren't wondering how you're going to fit all of this in your mouth."

  "You don't have to fit all of it. I'd be okay with the first couple inches."

  "You sound desperate."

  I nod my head in rapid succession. "I am. Very. No shame in admitting that."

  She lifts her hand and tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear. Her hand lingers for just a second before reaching for my cock. I release my hold and pause my breathing to see what she does next. It’s exciting, and nerve-wracking, and I still can’t believe I got to take her home with me at all.

  The first feel of her fingers wrapping around my flesh makes me melt into her touch, thrusting my hips into the air towards her. She strokes once, twice, studying my reaction to see if I like it.

  Oh, I like it. I fucking love it.

  "Cherry," I whisper, closing my eyes to immerse myself fully in the sensations.

  After a few timid strokes, she drops her hand a bit lower, testing the weight of my sack in her palm. She rolls my balls around, blowing on them like they were a pair of lucky dice, before releasing them and sweeps her tongue over the vein that engorges my staff.

  "Like that?" she asks with hesitation.

  "Just like that, Cherry. Feels so good."

  Her eyes glare at my cock like it's a challenge, and she grins. Then she lowers her head and wraps her lips around the tip, sucking it in her mouth. Her tongue teases the helmet, outlining the flared head.

  I buck my hips off the bed, moaning in overwhelming pleasure as her mouth engulfs me.

  She pops off and takes a deep breath before trying again. This time, she keeps her hand wrapped around the base, guiding it to her mouth and sucking the first few inches down, twirling her head just like she did when she licked that damn ice cream cone.