“Trust me, lamb, you have permission.”
He dropped to his knees in front of her and gazed down at her bare breasts. He lifted his hands to cup them, but hesitated with his palms inches from her skin. Her nipples strained toward his hands, and her back arched involuntarily.
“Do I have permission to touch you, Toni?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
His hands found her aching breasts. He lifted one to his mouth and sucked a nipple inside. Toni’s damp panties became instantly drenched. Pleasure radiated out from her nipple and coursed through her body to her lower belly. Something inside her tightened. A spasm gripped the swollen flesh between her thighs, and she called out. Whoa! Had she just had an orgasm? She wasn’t sure, but she felt delightful.
Logan shifted his mouth to her other breast, and another spasm caught her by surprise. She reached for his head and buried her hands in his glorious curls as she pulled him closer to her breast. He nipped the sensitive flesh, and her entire body jerked. He soothed the oversensitized nipple with a swirling tongue before sucking with a persistent, hard tug. When he pulled away, releasing his suction with a loud smack, she cried out in protest, and then she moaned when he latched on to her other breast.
One hand moved beneath her skirt to touch her knee and she nearly leaped out of her skin. She clamped her legs together, and her eyes flew open.
“Easy,” he murmured.
His mouth on her breast distracted her. Her thighs relaxed. Opened slightly. Logan buried his face between her breasts and then trailed lingering, sucking kisses down her belly. Her fingers clenched in his hair. What was he going to do with her? Would he put his mouth down there? At the thought, a wave of successive spasms gripped her saturated flesh. She cried out again.
“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured to her belly button. “I can’t wait to latch on to your clit. I’m going to suck it until you come so hard you scream.”
Toni’s knees clamped shut again. He was going to do what to her whozit?
“Are you wet? Tell me how wet you are.”
Heart thudding out of control, Toni concentrated on the wetness between her legs. She was so wet her juices had soaked through her panties and dampened her thighs. They even dripped down her ass.
“Very wet,” she said on a rush of air.
“Show me.” His hand slid halfway up the outside of her thigh. “Open your legs and show me. I want to see you cream for me.”
He wanted to see her? Between her legs? The thought definitely had her creaming for him and her heart thudding like a jackhammer.
He lifted her foot off the floor and tugged her boot off. He chuckled when he saw her purple- orange-and-green-striped sock. “Cute,” he said. He grinned up at her. She was so caught off guard by how attractive he was, she decided this must all be some vivid wet dream.
“I collect socks,” she said. She bit her lip, feeling stupid for sharing something so ridiculous. She did have over seven hundred pairs of socks, but he didn’t need to know that or the reasons why. Not now when things were so hot between them.
“You’ll have to show them to me sometime.” He removed her other boot. That sock was red with black and white spots. “Not matching socks, I see.” He chuckled, the deep sound making Toni’s belly quiver.
“I have only two feet,” she said. “I like to wear as much variety as possible. Doesn’t make sense to buy socks and not wear them.” And her little sister had all her mismatched sock mates, but Birdie was the last thing she wanted to dwell upon at that moment.
“Lucky me. I have a place for a third sock.” When he grabbed his engorged cock and stroked it from base to tip, she laughed at the mental image of that glorious appendage swathed in one of her colorful socks.
“Are you laughing at my dick?” He jerked his chin up in challenge.
She shook her head vehemently. “No. I wouldn’t. I just . . . I . . . The thought of it wearing a sock . . .” Her eyes stung as tears threatened to fall. He was going to leave her here alone, wasn’t he?
“You sure you’re into me?”
She rose up from the sofa and wrapped both arms around his neck. How could he possibly think she wasn’t into him? She got sexually excited when he merely looked at her, and she was pretty sure she was having spontaneous orgasms whenever he touched her. “I’m sure.”
“You keep closing your legs to me,” he said.
Just because she was skittish. “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted me to pretend I wasn’t experienced.” She’d tie her thighs wide open if need be.
“Is that really why?”
She nodded, knowing she was a terrible liar and that if she spoke, she’d probably blurt out that she was a virgin and the closest she’d gotten to having sex was at a college party when the guy had been so drunk that he couldn’t get it up. Or maybe it had been like he’d said and he couldn’t get it up because she was too fat and ugly to turn him on.
“I’ll pretend to be patient then,” he said, grabbing her breasts, “when all I really want to do is fuck you hard and fast. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on.”
“I’ll show you how wet I am for you now,” she said, her belly quivering. Was she really going to show him her panties? She sat back on the sofa, pushed her skirt up, and forced her thighs apart. He shifted back and stared down at the scrap of black lace covering her aching flesh.
After a moment, he lifted her gaze to hers. “Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Are you going to show me?”
She looked down at her exposed panties. “You can see them.”
He chuckled. “I want to see your sopping wet pussy, not your panties. I have no interest in panties. What I want is the flesh underneath.”
She couldn’t stop the blood from flooding her face. She had no voluntary control over blushing. She did have control over removing her panties, though. She reached for the elastic at her hips, and before she could chicken out, Logan covered her hands with his and helped her tug the garment off over her butt. He pulled her panties slowly down her thighs and calves before tossing them aside. He placed a hand on either thigh and forced her legs open wide. Turning her head to the side, she closed her eyes and let him look at her. Her stomach churned with nerves.
“That is pretty wet,” he said, “but I think I can do better.”
Her thighs tightened as they instinctively tried to close again, but he held them open with his shoulders. His fingers brushed against her lips and spread them further. Oh God! He was touching her. There.
“Do you want me to lick your pussy?”
Lick it? With his actual tongue? Of course with his tongue. What else would he lick with?
Toni swallowed hard. “Yes?” she said tenuously.
“That didn’t sound very certain,” he teased.
“Yes,” she said more firmly.
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
“Say what you want me to do.”
“Lick my . . . Lick my . . . ” There was no way she was saying that word. “ . . . my vagina . . .” She cringed. He chuckled.
“Your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
She huffed with impatience. This man was corrupting her in a bad way. “My pussy,” she said. “Lick my pussy, Logan.”
“My pleasure.”
When his tongue touched her exposed skin, she nearly leaped off the sofa.
“Hold still, Toni,” he whispered. “You don’t have to act quite that skittish. I’m plenty turned on already.”
She bit her lip. Just the feel of his breath against her flesh made her pussy spasm with delight. His lips and tongue brushed against her . . . her . . . clitoris. Her clit. She took a deep breath. Just a word, she reminded herself. And a very sensitive body part. Wowza. It had never felt that good when she’d touched it herself. Logan’s tongue flicked repeatedly against her clit until she grabbed his hair in tight fists and held him firmly. S
omething was building inside her. She needed . . .
“Oh!” Her back arched involuntarily, toes curled, breath came in ragged gasps as pleasure consumed her. “Logan?” She realized she was rocking her hips in time with the movement of his tongue, but she couldn’t stop. He sucked her sensitized clit into his mouth, and she exploded. And screamed. The rhythmic clenching between her thighs spiraled outward until every inch of her body was alight with pleasure. Tingling euphoria. Bliss.
She came back to her senses slowly and realized she had Logan in a stranglehold with both legs wrapped around his shoulders and his hair tangled in her fists. She’d been humping his face. How mortifying. She released him at once. “Sorry.”
He grinned at her and rubbed his scalp with one hand. “I like that you got so carried away.”
She flushed. Again. “You do?”
He nodded. “It makes me think you like what I’m doing to you.”
“I do like it.”
His gaze never left hers as he asked, “Are you ready for more?”
“There’s more?”
“Take off your skirt.”
She hesitated. Was she really going to lose her virginity? To a gorgeous rock god with a huge cock? Nice. That drunk stranger in college who’d made her feel like the homeliest woman on the planet could bite her fat ass. Logan Schmidt was going to have sex with her, and she was going to love every minute of it.
She assumed.
She unfastened her skirt, tugged it down her legs, and tossed it aside. Feeling ridiculous in nothing but mismatched socks, she removed those too. She was naked. With a man. And not just any man. This man. Somehow she’d imagined sex should always occur in a bed beneath the covers in the dark. But apparently on a sofa in the back of a tour bus with all the lights on worked just fine too.
Toni watched Logan remove his jeans and the rest of his clothes. She couldn’t stop staring at his body. The man obviously worked out. Long, lean muscles flexed beneath his suntanned skin with each movement. She wanted to explore every inch of him. With her gaze. And her hands. And her mouth. She covered her tingling lips with the back of her hand, glad he couldn’t read her sinful thoughts. How would he react if she acted on impulse? What would he do?
Logan tore open a small square package and unrolled a condom over his massive cock. Oh wow, this was really going to happen. He was going to shove himself inside her and get rid of her blasted virginity once and for all. But how on earth would that thing fit inside her? He was huge! Were all penises that enormous? The ones she’d glimpsed on the Internet tended to be, but she was pretty sure they were enlarged with Photoshop. There was no artificial enlargement going on here. She could see it with her own eyes. Logan grabbed the base and tilted his cock up and down. Toni followed its movement like a drunk taking a sobriety test.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I might think you’re only interested in my body,” Logan said.
Still unable to tear her gaze from his cock, she said, “I’m sure there are a lot of interesting things about you.”
He shook his head. “Nope. Not really.”
Toni stretched out on the sofa and spread her arms. “Come.”
“I’m sure I will, but I plan to take my time getting there.”
He settled on top of her, supporting his upper body on his elbows. She was distinctly aware of his bare belly against hers, the way the hair on his chest teased her nipples, and that his cock was mere inches from where she wanted it.
He stroked her hair from her face and stared down into her eyes. “What do you look like without . . .”
He plucked her glasses from her nose and set them on the floor.
“My glasses! I can’t see a thing without my glasses.” She patted his face and chest as if searching for her lost glasses.
He laughed. Not five seconds too late, right on time. “Are you nearsighted?”
“That’s an understatement.”
“Can you see me?”
She could see him perfectly fine at this close distance. Expressive blue eyes. Strong jaw. Straight nose. Smiling lips. “No,” she said, becoming quite adept at lying in recent moments. “Closer.”
He moved closer. “Can you see me now?”
“Closer.”
When he inched closer, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Mmm,” he murmured and kissed her in return. He shifted his weight onto one arm so he could run his free hand up her pliant flesh. Everywhere he touched—breast, side, waist, hip—sparks of excitement danced across her skin. Logan shifted sideways, and she felt his thick cock prod her opening. She kissed him more desperately, her eyes squeezed shut, every muscle in her body tense. It will be over in a minute, she told herself. And then you never have to worry about it again. Just let him in. Let him in.
“You okay?” Logan’s words vibrated against her desperate lips. “You’re so tense.”
She concentrated on relaxing. She wished he’d just do it already. He surged forward. Her flesh resisted and then gave way. He withdrew slightly and plunged deeper, tearing tender tissue in his enthusiasm to claim her.
Ow! Ow! Ow! Jeezas H Christ, that hurt. Her torn flesh burned so bad, tears flooded her eyes. She gasped brokenly, unable to stop herself from protesting the pain.
Logan pulled his mouth from hers and frowned down at her. She forced the pain not to register on her face and rocked her hips to urge him to thrust. She wasn’t sure if that would ease the sting or intensify it, but if she curled into the fetal position and started sobbing, her one-night stand with Mr. Hot Rock Star would be over before he climaxed.
His lashes fluttered as the rhythm consumed him. “Christ, Toni, your cunt is so fucking tight.”
Oh, he’d noticed. She grabbed a handful of his hair to distract him. “Do me hard, baby,” she said. She’d heard some woman say it on a porno once. It sounded rather ridiculous coming out of her mouth, but Logan didn’t laugh at her.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, his voice a hard growl that made her belly quiver.
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“Fuck me, Logan.”
Not her smartest request, she decided, when he dug his fingers into her shoulders and thrust hard and deep. She tilted her head back and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to keep the tears locked behind her lashes. Damn, that hurt. His lips brushed her jaw, her throat. He slowed his strokes as he kissed every inch of her face.
“Beautiful Toni,” he whispered, “you’re not enjoying this as much as I am.”
Actually, it wasn’t so bad now that the initial sting had eased. The slower strokes were almost pleasant. Given time, she might even learn to like it. Maybe. Okay, probably not. Why did women claim to enjoy this? It hurt like hell.
Logan paused and stroked her hip with his fingertips. “Am I hurting you?”
“A little,” she whispered.
“You should have said something. Try wrapping your legs around my waist.”
She shifted and wrapped her legs around him. “Like this?”
“Just like that. Now stop thinking so much and feel me.”
How did he know she was thinking? It wasn’t like she could shut her brain off anyway. What kind of ridiculous request—
“Toni?” he murmured. He spoke her name as if he treasured her. Her heart expanded in her chest as if in full bloom. Why was she feeling this way? She knew there was no emotional connection between them. She was just another girl in another place willing to spread her legs for him. She had to remember that. He was her first, so she wasn’t sure if she could maintain the same detachment he felt, but she would try. Still, she wasn’t stupid enough to think anything would come of this. But at least she wasn’t a damned virgin anymore.
Logan caught her gaze. “Be with me.”
Oh, he was gorgeous. She couldn’t look away. All she could think about was how expressive his blue eyes were and how full she felt with him buried inside her. Full, but no longer in agony.
And then he
started to move. Slow. Deep. Gentle thrusts.
Her breath caught and her mouth opened in surprise as sensation flooded her.
There was no pain now. Only exquisite pleasure.
She rocked with him, caught in his sultry beat. As it had before, a need inside her began to build. He gradually increased his tempo. She allowed him to carry her away to a place where carnal desires ruled and there was no room for contemplation.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “You feel me now, don’t you?”
She nodded slightly, still lost in his gaze. Her body lost in bliss.
“Are you with me?”
“Yes, I’m with you.”
“I’m with you too. You’re amazing inside, Toni.”
She bit her lip. She knew he meant inside her body, not inside her heart. Not inside her soul. Not even inside her mind. She wanted only the physical, but found separating the physical from the emotional was a lot harder than she bargained for. Sharing something this intimate, even with a virtual stranger, tugged at feelings she wished she could deny. Toni slipped her hands into his thick curls and urged his sensual mouth to mate with hers. While kissing him, she could pretend that he really liked her. Pretend he loved her. He’d never know. He’d just think she really liked kissing, not that she was pouring her heart into the gesture. Stupid, Toni. What are you doing? She kissed him more desperately. Her hands moved to explore his sweat-slick back, his firm ass, and the taut muscles that flexed beneath his skin with each thrust. She wished they could have more than this one time. Wished she could learn how to please him and all the ways her body could be pleased in return. She knew as soon as he figured out she’d misled him, he would be finished with her. But maybe he wouldn’t find out. Maybe she could convince him that she was only interested in a sexual relationship and was game for anything. What man would refuse that kind of arrangement?
“You’re thinking again,” Logan said. “How does a guy get a brainy woman to stop thinking while his fucks her?”
“I’m sorry. I tend to do more thinking than fu . . . screwing.”
He chuckled. “Maybe we can do something about that.”
“I sure hope so.”
He shifted his body off hers slightly, and his hand moved down between their bodies. She had no idea what his intention was until his fingers brushed her clit.
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