by Alexis Angel
It feels like a fucking losing game at this point, but I refuse to let Logan have the upper hand in this.
"Let me try him out," she says with a smirk. "I'll let you know if he's as bad as you say he is."
Fuck.
13
Lana
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I ditched Anders just so I could be with Logan, a man I barely know. I must be going out of my damn mind. But, in a way, I feel like I did the right thing. Anders doesn’t own my body, and he sure as hell doesn’t own my book. As fun as it was to, ahem, audition him … it was just that.
I hurry after Logan as he crosses the street, heading toward the hotel that’s just in front of Naughty Angel’s offices.
“Where are we going?” I ask as I catch up to him, but he just flashes me a grin as he looks back at me over his shoulder. “Seriously!” I continue, and this time he stops, turning on his heels as he reaches the sidewalk on the other side of the road.
“We’re getting a room. Right fucking now,” he whispers, placing both of his hands on my waist and pulling me into him. All thought vanishes from my mind as I feel his body pressed against mine, his hard cock throbbing against my inner thigh from under his jeans. “Any objection?” I just look into his eyes, open my mouth to say something, but then close it again. No, I don’t have any objection to getting a room with him. None at all.
“Thought so,” he whispers, leaning into me. I stop breathing as his lips almost touch mine, but then he pulls back at the last second. Jesus.
Grabbing me by the hand, he pulls me inside the hotel room and walks straight to the receptionist’s desk. “We need a room,” he says nonchalantly, and the young receptionist’s eyes dance from Logan to me. She cocks one eyebrow and, without saying a word, just hands Logan a key as he slaps his credit card on the counter.
“Thank you, honey,” he tells her and then, reading the number on the magnetic key, drags me all the way toward the elevator. We step inside in a hurry and I turn to him as the doors close in on us.
“What was all that about with Anders?” I demand to know. If he’s going to fuck me, at least I deserve some answers. “No love lost between the two of you.”
“C’mon, why are you bringing Anders into this, Lana?” he asks, his voice so deep that I feel my heart melting inside my chest. “We’re doing fine, just the two of us,” he continues, his tone dropping as he takes one step toward me, both his hands back on my waist. His voice and his touch are enough to cause a flood on my pussy, and I feel the fabric of my thong sticking to my skin.
Leaning into me, this time he doesn’t stop at the last minute. My eyelids start drooping and, by the time they’re fully closed, Logan has his lips pressed against mine. He tastes of oak and the sea, a raw kind of manliness pulsing under his skin.
Pushing me back, he pins me against the elevator mirror and parts my lips with the tip of his tongue. Kissing me as if he needed to do it in order to survive, I do nothing except surrender. One of my hands darts straight to his crotch, and I flatten the palm of my hand against his hard cock, its shape pulsing against my stretched fingers. He’s hung—very, very hung.
When I thought that no one could compete with Anders, Logan just had to show up. Well, all for the better, right?
“See, babe? Let’s just enjoy the moment … the two of us,” he says, pulling back from our kiss and whispering these words straight into my ear.
“Let’s,” I agree with a nod, and that’s when the elevator doors swing back to reveal a brightly lit corridor, red carpet covering the floor. I stumble outside the elevator in a daze, and let him guide me toward room 32C—our room. He slides the magnetic key card in its slit, and the door opens with a subtle clunk as the lock turns.
I take one step inside the room, Logan trailing after me. He closes the door with the sole of his shoe, and then he’s on me in a fraction of a second. He doesn’t even allow me to turn around to face him—he just takes his hands to my hips and pushes me against the wall, pressing his built chest against my back.
I press my forehead against the wall and, at the same time, I jut my ass back. His hard cock pushes against my ass from under his pants, and I can’t help but start to sway my hips from side to side, nestling his hard member between my ass cheeks.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers as he brushes my hair over my right shoulder and then takes his teeth to my neck, grazing at my tender skin. “I wanted you… from the moment I first saw you,” he continues, each of his words making me grow more and more wet.
“I’m right here, right now,” I whisper back at him, every cell in my body aching to feel his body.
“I know,” he says, both his hands going down from my waist until his fingertips meet the hemline of my dress. Moving slowly, fully knowing that he’s driving me completely insane, he slides his fingers under my dress. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his fingertips making the hike over the curve of my ass cheeks, both of Logan’s thumbs brushing against my ass crack. He’s playing me like a true maestro, no doubt about that.
Sliding one hand down my ass, he then moves it between my legs; turning it around, he presses his fingers against my damp thong, gently stroking my pussy over the fabric.
“Oh, I like this…” he whispers again, tracing soft circles with his fingertips, smearing my fluids all over my pussy and leaving a total and complete wet mess in there. “I like this very much…”
Taking one hand from under my dress, he slides up the side of my body, and then flattens it against my left breast. His fingers curl inward slowly as he squeezes it, and a soft purred moan leaves my lips as he does it, my hard nipples burning against the inside of my bra.
“If you like it… then have it,” I say, the words feeling like nails as they come up my throat. My heart is beating fast, and I can’t even think straight.
“That’s exactly what I intend to do, Lana,” he replies in a heartbeat, the hand he had on my breast now climbing up to my shoulder. Pushing the strap of my dress to the side, he does the same on my other shoulder, the top of my dress drooping over my breasts. With a tug on the fabric, he bunches up my dress around my waist, his anxious fingers crawling up the long groove of my spine until they meet the clasp of my bra. He undoes it with a quick flick from his fingers, and I swallow hard as I feel the cups falling down the curve of my breasts, my rosy tips peeking over their edge.
“You look so fucking stunning,” he says and then, without a warning, he pushes the straps of my bra down my arms, yanking it out of me and throwing it on the floor. Taking out the hand he has on my pussy, he moves for my naked breasts, squeezing them both at the same time. I let out another soft moan as I feel my nipples brushing against the palm of his hands and, allowing instinct to guide my movements, I thrust back and press my ass against his crotch.
“And you feel so fucking hard,” I find myself saying, rubbing my ass against his cock and enjoying every second of it.
I can’t hardly believe the 180-degree turn my life just took. One moment I'm struggling to get any eyeballs on my book, and the next I have the two hottest models in the industry fighting for my attention. And they’re using their cocks to wage war on me. I knew being a writer was the wisest decision I could've ever taken.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” Logan groans, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking my head back. Fighting against his hold on me, I move fast and turn on my heels, pressing my back against the wall and taking both my hands to his chest. I push him back and, not waiting for it, he takes two awkward steps back. Following after him, my hands still on his chest, I guide him all the way to the bed, only stopping when the back of his knees are against the edge of the mattress.
“You’ll get your chance, Logan,” I tell him, a surge of confidence welling up inside of me. “You’ll get your chance… But now’s my turn,” I growl and, with that, I give him one hard push. He falls back on the mattress, arms sprawled to the side, and I jump on top of him as fast as I can,
my knees on either side of his waist.
“You’re not that submissive, are you?” he whispers, and I can tell that he’s enjoying my sudden aggressiveness.
“Only when it suits me,” I whisper back at him, leaning forward and pulling his lower lip between my teeth. As I do it, I take my fingers to his chest and I start to work on his shirt, popping button after button. The moment I’m done with it, I untuck his shirt from his pants and place the palm of my hands over his stomach, feeling the hard and firm contour of his wall of abs. I run my fingertips over them, carefully counting them, and unsurprisingly enough, he’s got an eight pack. Guys like Logan and Anders aren’t the top models in their industry because of luck, that much is a given. Their bodies are an asset… and one that pays a lot of dividends.
Still straddling him, I pull my mouth back from his and start unbuckling his belt, my eyes never leaving his as I do it. “I want to see what you’re hiding in here,” I tell him as I pull the belt out from his pants, my fingers quickly moving toward his zipper and pulling it down.
“You’ll do more than just look at it, I’m sure,” he shoots back without even having to think of it, and my reply is a steady grin. Flattening the palm of my hand over his boxer briefs, I press down on his cock hard, perhaps harder than I should have. Logan groans but, at the same time, a devilish grin takes over his lips. He likes it rough, huh?
I curl my fingers around his cock and give it one hard squeeze, not even stopping when Logan starts wincing. Then, with a growl in the back of my throat, I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs and tug them down. As I send both his pants and underwear down his knees, his cock springs free to salute me at once, pre-cum glistening on the tip.
And, just like I imagined, the thing is monstrous. Much like Anders, he must be around twelve inches… which makes this my best week yet—I mean, twenty-four inches of perfect cock in just a few days? You can’t compete with this.
“Not bad,” I tease him, biting down on my lower lip as I grab his pulsing member.
“Not bad?” He cocks one eyebrow, an amused smile on his lips. “Just wait until I use it on you…”
“I’ll hold you to that promise, Logan,” I whisper, flicking my wrist and moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft. Just touching him, feeling the warmness of his member spread to my fingers… Ah, it’s almost magical.
It almost pains me to let go of his cock, but that’s exactly what I do; I want him naked right now. I slide my hands up his stomach and chest and push his shirt down his arms; at the same time, he kicks off his shoes and pants, and only then do I go back to his cock. Sliding a few inches down his body, I angle his cock upward and, without breaking eye contact, I lean forward.
My lips part slowly and, by the time the tip of my tongue touches his cock, my eyes are fully closed. I taste the saltiness of his pre-cum and, feeling the warm embrace of lust and adrenaline, I open my mouth as wide as I can and allow his twelve inches to roll down my tongue. I go down all the way, only stopping when I feel the tip of his cock firmly pressed against the back of my throat; I hold my position there, only moving back so that I can catch my breath.
His cock pops out of my mouth with a wet sound, but I keep on working him with my hand, stroking him up and down while I look back into his eyes.
“You can write … and you can suck,” he groans, that devious grin still lighting up his face. “You’re a girl of many talents, aren’t you, Lana?”
“You have no idea,” I reply without thinking, and take my mouth back to his cock. His thickness pushes down on my tongue and against the side of my cheeks, filling me up so perfectly I could do this forever. It’s surprising, really; he’s as thick as a can of soda, just like Anders, and the first time I saw a cock like that I seriously doubted it’d fit inside of me.
But here we are now.
Bobbing my head up and down, I suck on him eagerly, giving him my all. His hands land on my head and, tangling his fingers in my hair, he starts guiding my coming and going motion. He sets a more furious pace, the sound of my sucking filling the empty hotel room like the first notes of a song. He’s enjoying it, at least as much as I am right now.
I take my free hand to his balls and start caressing them, rolling them over my stretched fingers as I start sucking him as fast as I can. My eyes are still closed, but I don’t need sight to enjoy what I’m doing.
The moment I feel his cock spasming against my tongue, I react by instinct and pull back, allowing his gigantic member to pop out of my mouth. Gripping it firmly, I look back into Logan’s eyes and let confident words float out of my mouth.
“Don’t you dare cum, Logan… I didn’t come here just for a blowjob,” I tell him, and he sits up on the bed and places two fingers under my chin.
“Neither have I. I’m not like Anders, you know?” he chuckles and, before I can think of a snarky comeback, he just crushes his mouth against mine, drowning out my words. “I’m not going to cum…” he says as he pulls back, taking in a deep breath, “until you do. And you’re going to do it quite a few times.”
“You like to talk a lot, don’t you?” I smirk at him as if I have everything under control but, deep down, my pussy is clenching and my heart is racing. I just want to feel his cock inside of me, and I need that right now. “Why don’t you show me what you can do?”
“Oh, I’ll fucking show you, that’s for sure,” he whispers, tangling his fingers in my hair again. Pulling my head back, he takes his lips to my neck and nibbles at my skin, his free hand going up to my right breast. Instead of squeezing it, he just pinches my aching nipple between his index finger and thumb, rubbing it as hard as I squeezed his cock moments before.
Oh, this is going to be good.
When his fingers finally fall from my nipple, he slides his hand down the side of my body and laces my waist with his arm. Moving fast, he forces me to lie down on the mattress while, at the same time, he kneels by my side. He doesn’t waste any time: he grabs at my dress and yanks on the fabric, pushing it down my legs in a hurry.
Now at a gentler pace, he lays one hand on my ankle and moves it upward until his fingertips are brushing against my inner thigh. He traces the contour of my thong gently and then, when I least expect it, he pulls it against my outer thigh. I hear a tearing sound and then the damp fabric simply slides off my body, my naked and wet pussy finally exposed and vulnerable.
“You look… beautiful,” he says, his eyes roaming down from my breasts to the wetness between my legs. “No, fuck that. You look perfect,” he corrects himself, softly placing two fingers on my pussy and moving them up my inner lips. Taking his hand out from between my thighs, he then raises his two fingers and takes them toward his mouth; he brushes them over his lips and I feel my heart skip a beat as I see them glisten from my own fluids. He licks his lips dry with the tip of his tongue and then smiles.
“Fucking delicious,” he breathes out, and I simply can’t control myself when I watch him do that. I prop myself up on one elbow and, taking my free hand to behind his neck, I pull him toward me. He rolls to the side as I spread my legs, and his naked body fits right between the space I’ve just opened, his hard shaft dangerously close to my drenched pussy lips.
Placing one hand next to my head, he uses it as leverage to lift his body off mine. Then, with his free hand, he grabs his cock and angles it so that it’s pointing straight at my pussy.
“Do it,” I breathe out, looking into his eyes and enjoying the hunger I see dancing there. He wants to devour me, to ravage me, to fuck me … and he wants to do it hard. “Do it.”
Without saying a word, he brings his cock down so that its tip is touching my folds, but he doesn’t thrust. Instead, he brushes it up and down the length of my pussy, and then surprises me by slapping the fat head of his cock against my clit. I let out a moan as he does it and, acting on sheer instinct, I lace my legs around his waist and draw him in.
He doesn’t fight back.
His hard mast slides inside of
me fast, stretching me wide, and I throw my head back and let out a piercing scream, one so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone on this floor heard me—hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if my scream was heard from across the street, at the Naughty Angel offices.
Driving his cock deep into me, Logan only stops when his full length has been devoured by my insides. Then he slides out, only his tip embraced by my wet pussy lips, and he thrusts again. He builds up a rhythm, soft and slow, and he places the hand he had by the side of my head under the nape of my neck.
“So fucking tight,” he whispers as he comes for me, his parted lips reaching for mine. We kiss, our tongues lost in a frenzied dance of hunger and lust, desire and sin. My breasts are pressed against his chest, and I feel every movement of his body—more than just my pussy, even my mind and soul are vibrating with the pleasure I’m feeling. It’s just so wild and intense, and gentle at the same time…
I place my hands on his back and, dragging my fingernails across his ripped muscles, I only stop when I feel the curve of his ass cheeks with the palm of my hands. “Harder… harder…” I beg of him, and he doesn’t wait to oblige. He starts pistoning into me with a kind of wild fury, his cock hammering my pussy so fiercely that I see fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids.
“Harder, Logan, harder…” I continue to say, even though I’m not so sure if I can take it any harder. But harder is how he goes, his hips moving so fast that I can’t even tell if his cock is sliding in and out of me anymore. Not that it matters, anyway—all that matters is that his thick cock is straining against my inner walls, pleasuring me to my core and ravaging me like no other man has … well, no other man except Anders, of course. As good as Logan is, Anders matches him, thrust by thrust.
Taking his hand out from under my neck, he slowly curls his fingers around my neck, choking it softly. I moan as he does it, feeling the pressure of his fingertips on my skin and flesh, and I start swaying my hips wildly.