by Hazel Kelly
“Relax,” he said, putting a hand over mine. “I got this.”
“Let me help clean up. It’s the least I can do.”
“There’s not even a single plate, Zo. Pretty sure I can handle it.”
“Fine,” I said, leaning back on my elbows. “I’ll just sit back and be useless then.”
“Perfect,” he said, stacking the trays and sliding them in his bag next to the two wine bottles we emptied. Not that it felt like we’d had that much.
Was it the tiny cups? Is that what made them disappear so quickly? Or had it not been quickly at all?
I looked up at the sky, noticing that the wispy strands of cloud passing over our little patch of paradise now had hints of gold and pink from a distant sunset. It was a beautiful sight, but it was bittersweet, too, because it meant this day was going to come to an end, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to stay in the secret garden forever, subsisting on wine and warm fuzzies and the occasional mouthful of brie. Was that really so much to ask?
I lay back and stared at the clouds, taking deep breaths between long blinks and wondering if a person could possibly be any happier than I was in that moment. “How do you ever leave this place?”
He laughed. “Reluctantly.”
“It’s so peaceful,” I said, crossing my hands under my head. “Everything seems so far away. I love it.”
“Good,” he said, lying down on his side. “I was hoping you would.” He propped his head up on one hand as the fingers of the other found the bottom of my shirt. Wordlessly, he began tracing swirls across my stomach, causing my lower body to clench with anticipation.
I let out a satisfied sigh and closed my eyes, relishing the way the warmth from his fingertips sent chills up my spine.
Slowly, the swirls began to rise one inch at a time, until half his hand disappeared under my shirt.
“You want to see them, don’t you?” I asked, my mouth curling into a smile.
“Is it that obvious?”
“How bad do you want to see them?” I asked, my eyes peeking open.
“Hmmm.” He looked to the sky. “As bad as you wanted to get your braces off?”
“Ohh, that is bad,” I said, the swirls getting higher. “Impossible, but bad nonetheless.” I licked my lips. “What’s in it for me though?”
He laughed.
“If I show you mine, are you going to show me yours?” I flicked my eyes down to the bulge in his jeans.
“Depends.”
I furrowed my brow. “On what?”
“On whether I like what I see.”
My mouth fell open as I lifted my head and attempted to smack him with the back of my hand.
He grabbed it like it was a slow-moving fly, pinned it to the ground, and straddled me in an instant.
When I looked up, his head was framed by a soft halo of light blue clouds, and I could feel the weight of his desire against my pubic bone. My pulse quickened as he lowered himself, his face coming so close his lips were like feathers on mine.
“I’m going to like them,” he whispered.
There was a surge between my legs as his sweet tongue kissed me deeply, and the weight of his body on mine coupled with the feel of his strong hands around my wrists made me feel completely possessed.
I knew then that I belonged to him, in body and mind and guts, and that I would never stop belonging to him as long as he wanted me like this.
He kissed his way down the side of my face, his lips finding my jaw and then my neck and then my pulse, which must’ve been hammering against his mouth as he sucked my delicate flesh of my neck between his teeth, releasing it like he was half-thinking of taking a bite out of me.
“Getting warmer,” I joked as he spread his palms flat against my stomach and slid them over the modest mounds of my breasts, breasts that had never seemed much good for anything until that moment.
A throaty growl scratched up his throat when he squeezed them, and I couldn’t help but smile at the curious look of concentration on his face, like he’d just struck gold but wasn’t sure what he was going to do with it yet.
“The hook’s in front,” I said.
His eyes flashed for a moment, and then before I could blink, he rolled us over so I was on top of him, my small frame rising and falling with his broad chest. “Show me,” he said, with fire in his eyes.
My skirt rode up around my waist as I bent my legs to straddle him, the swell in his jeans pressing a stiff seam against my wet panties.
He encouraged me with a nod when my fingers found the bottom of my shirt, and I lifted it off over my head, emboldened by his intense enthusiasm.
When my eyes found him again, I expected his attention to be on my bra, but he was smiling at my face instead, and seeing how happy he looked helped me know that this was right. That we were right. That this was only the beginning.
He shook his head. “You have no idea how sexy you are.”
I brought my hands to the clasp between my breasts, surprising myself at my willingness to strip for him. Was it the wine? The surreal setting? The intoxicating solidity of his desire beneath me?
I didn’t know. All I knew was that I wanted this, wanted him, wanted nothing else.
When I released the clasp, he pulled the straps of my bra off my shoulders and let his eyes drop to my chest. They darkened before they met mine again, and he sat up, his hands rising to cup my breasts, the rough pads of his thumbs teasing my nipples to attention.
He seemed fascinated by me, as if I’d just risen from the sea in a giant shell, and the shape of my body suddenly made sense under his touch.
Slowly this time, he rolled over me again, and as the thick grass tickled the back of my neck, he brought his lips to one of my nipples, tracing it with his tongue before sliding it between his teeth.
A whimper I’d never heard before escaped my throat and moments later, I felt his hand slide between my legs. It didn’t go straight for my heat like I was expecting, though. Instead, he worked my underwear down while he sucked my nipples, wetting them so the cool evening air gave me chills each time he moved his mouth to the other.
“Logan,” I breathed, glancing down as he pulled my underwear past my ankles. “What if someone walks by?” I nodded towards the hedge where we came in.
“Then you’ll have to be quiet,” he said, scooting down between my legs.
He hadn’t even touched me there, but I was already soaked and starving for him.
“Lie back,” he said. “Relax.”
I wanted to follow his instructions, but the instinctual ease with which I’d rocked against his hard-on was familiar, whereas having his face between my thighs was nothing if not nerve-wracking.
“Zoey.”
“Okay,” I said, not moving. “Lying back now.”
He smirked when I didn’t budge. “Fine. Watch if you want.”
I held my breath as he lowered his head, but on his tongue’s first pass across my swollen bud, I had to lie down. The pleasure was overwhelming, and every lap of his tongue sent rippling waves of heat through my body that made it feel as if I’d fallen onto a warm water bed.
And when his rhythm picked up, the waves did, too, until my body was nothing but a bundle of buzzing nerves, a spectrum of color and light, a puddle of Logan-loving mush.
T H I R T Y S I X
- Logan -
Even my racing heart couldn’t keep up with my tongue.
I wanted to devour her. All of her. All at once.
But that was what I wanted, and I knew I had to control my pleasure if I stood any chance of controlling hers.
Yet the sweet smell of her perfect pussy was driving me too wild to deny myself a taste any longer, so I sank my tongue into her slippery slit until she moaned. When I reached deeper, her whole body writhed against my arms, which were wrapped around her smooth thighs, anchoring her to the ground.
“Oh God, Logan.”
I lapped her sweet nectar until it coated my throat.
“That
feels so good.”
A smile tugged at my lips, but I kept licking, desperate to brand her pussy with my tongue so it could never belong to anyone else.
Moments later, her breath shallowed and fell in rhythm with the pulsing tension between her legs. “Fuck,” she breathed, arching her back.
But I didn’t relent. I was determined to make her come harder than she ever had before, so the more she squirmed, the more convinced I became that I was on the right track.
“I’m close,” she said, forgetting to keep quiet.
But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except drinking as much of her pleasure as I could.
“I’m coming,” she whined, spilling against my tongue.
But I didn’t stop, I wanted more and was hell-bent on having it.
“Oh God,” she groaned, shuddering against my face. “I’m still coming.”
But still I refused to retreat. Come for me, I thought. Come forever.
She curled forward and fell back three more times before collapsing in the grass. “Stop,” she begged. “It’s too much.”
I pulled back and lay down beside her, admiring the deep pink of her cheeks as she reveled in her orgasm, her parted lips glistening under the dusk sky as she tried to still her breath.
Finally, she rolled her head towards me and a lazy smile lifted her lips, but she didn’t say anything. She just looked at me like I was everything, and I felt my heart swell in my chest so much it hurt.
When I couldn’t stand the admiration in her face anymore, I leaned forward and kissed her softly, letting her tongue take the lead when she slipped it past my lips
“I can taste myself on you,” she said, batting her heavy lashes at me.
“Lucky you,” I said. “You taste fucking amazing.”
She pressed her lips together and licked them. “Lie back,” she said, her eyes flicking down to my pants.
I shook my head. “Just relax,” I said. “I’m good.”
“That’s what I thought until you showed me how much better I could be.”
“I’m glad you feel good.”
“I do,” she said, rolling onto her side. “In fact, I think there’s only one thing that could possibly make me feel better right now.”
I furrowed my brow. “What’s that?”
“Take your pants off and I’ll show you.”
I didn’t move at first. I wanted to, but I was so shocked at how delighted I was to hear those words that I froze for a second.
“Oh right, you want me to beg,” she said. “Is that it?”
“No, don’t,” I said. “I’m hard enough as it is.”
Her eyes grew wide before she nodded down at my lap. “Show me.”
I rose onto my knees and brought my hands to my belt, my eyes on hers as I undid it and unzipped my jeans.
Her gaze didn’t move from the patch of white boxers I revealed, and her tangible enthusiasm convinced me to continue.
I stood to remove my pants and boxers, pulling them over my bare feet before kicking them to the side. When I looked back at her face, she was gnawing on her lip.
I dropped to my knees in front of her and sat back on my heels, my dick swollen between us.
“I don’t know if that will even fit in my mouth,” she said.
I laughed.
“I mean, I’m going to try but-”
“Zoey-”
“Don’t,” she said, raising a palm. “Just sit back and give me a chance.”
I sank back on my ass and stuck my legs out straight.
She scooted between my knees and reached for it, wrapping one hand around the base. When she tightened her grip, I surged against her palm, and her shallow breath hitched.
I smiled.
“Are you going to watch?” she asked, her eyes jumping to mine for a second.
“Fucking right I’m going to watch.”
She swallowed. “How do you like it?”
“Start with the head,” I said, watching her eyes. “Lick the rim until it’s good and wet.”
“And then what?”
“Then wrap your lips around me and sink me to the back of your throat,” I said, finding it hard to concentrate with her hand around my dick. “And when you’re ready, keep your hand beside your lips as you stroke me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, tightening her grip and pulling just enough to make me lightheaded.
“You can’t squeeze me too hard, okay? The wetter and tighter the better.”
“The wetter and tighter the better,” she repeated to herself.
“Now you’re being a tease.”
“Sorry,” she said. “I just really want to make you feel good.”
“Hey,” I said, holding her cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you practice till you get it right.”
She rolled her eyes, and I was relieved to see her face relax again.
Then she leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to suck your dick now.”
I stiffened in her hand, and it seemed to be the final invitation she needed because she dropped her head to mine and kissed it before letting loose on the rim like I’d asked.
“That feels amazing,” I said, watching her hair fall around her face as she pleasured me, her dark lashes flush against her cheeks. I exhaled sharply when she wrapped her lips around me, and I clenched my jaw as she sank me to the back of her throat with a whimper.
“Fuck,” I said, letting my head drop back as she tightened her lips and her grip, her mouth watering over my dick.
She started sucking me slow, sliding her mouth up and down my shaft so deliberately it became difficult to breathe, to think, to do anything but keep swelling between her lips.
Soon, my peripheral awareness of the garden and the sky and the breeze disappeared entirely, and everything went dark except for the girl on her knees before me and the back of my eyelids, which flooded with color every time I blinked.
“I’m going to come,” I warned, and she answered with a moan, sending strong vibrations up my dick and spine until my entire body was covered in goosebumps.
I didn’t even hear the noise I made when I burst. All I remember was the suction of her lips and the way her hollowed cheeks filled with my need three times before she made every last drop disappear down her throat.
When I couldn’t take any more, I grabbed her shoulder to make her stop, and she wiped her mouth across my inner thigh. Then she straightened up, licking her lips one last time before raising an eyebrow as if to ask how she did.
“That was perfect,” I panted, still reeling from my release.
She smiled.
I reached a hand out and brushed her lips with my thumb. “Just like you.”
T H I R T Y S E V E N
- Zoey -
The last thing I remember was being wrapped in Logan’s strong arms, his head sharing my pillow in my small twin bed, and that was exactly how I woke up.
Before I even opened my eyes, I could hear the soft sound of his restful breath and feel the hold he still had on me. It struck me as sweet that such a capable, independent man would cling so happily to me as he slept.
For a long time, I didn’t dare move. Not only did I not want to disturb him, but no one had ever held me all night like that, and it felt wonderful to be wanted by someone that much.
I’d never felt so safe, so treasured, and I felt like I finally understood why people promised themselves to each other forever. I mean, in that moment, I would’ve done anything to make that feeling last. Unfortunately, I didn’t know how to do that, so all I could do was savor it.
Carefully as I could, I log-rolled in his arms so I could admire his handsome face and see his peaceful expression up close.
He must’ve been on the verge of wakefulness himself because it was clear he felt me shifting. Yet instead of opening his eyes, he pulled my leg over his to close the already narrow space between us. Then, once we were snuggled in the warm space around his body, he slid his hand o
ver my hip and up my spine until his fingers tangled in the hair at the back of my neck.
It was a new feeling for me, being so supremely relaxed while wanting someone so bad it was hard to breathe. I leaned forward and tipped my nose against his, like a sleeping puppy trying to rouse another.
He made a noise to let me know he’d registered my presence, but he didn’t open his eyes until a few minutes later when my stomach made an embarrassing noise.
Regrettably, I was cringing when he opened his eyes.
A lazy smile crushed his cheek against the pillow. “Good morning.”
“Yes, I believe it is.”
His half-opened eyes searched mine so deeply it felt like he could see my soul. “How did you sleep?”
“Great,” I said, trying to act more casual than I felt. “You?”
“Not bad considering the size of your bed.”
“I know.” I scrunched my face. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be,” he said, his voice still a bit groggy. “I like having an excuse to be close to you.”
I felt so sparkly inside I was surprised glitter didn’t shoot out my ears.
“What time is it?”
“Time to fool around again?” I guessed hopefully.
He hugged me close, and my stomach growled like an angry bear.
“You sure about that?” he asked. “Seems your body isn’t in total agreement?”
Fucking stomach. Always ruining everything. Then again, it was my guts that led me to this moment, so maybe I shouldn’t be so harsh.
But we had such a wonderful time last night that I was more eager than ever to slide into that last base. After all, I’d wanted to know for years what the fuss was about, and something told me Logan was going to make handing over my dusty V-card an extremely pleasurable experience.
Besides, I wasn’t sure how much time we had. There was a fifty-fifty chance that Nina would show up any minute having had enough of whatever Sadie’s personal crisis was. Otherwise, they’d go to brunch, in which case-
My stomach growled again.
“I think we better feed you.”