"Just a second, little man." Hearing Stevie start to bounce along the hall I confirmed the send command. I quickly pulled my skirt down and opened the door to chase after him, his gleeful cackles echoing down the hall as he eluded me.
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I had Stevie in bed by ten. Half an hour later, I was relatively confident he wasn't going to get back up for one last sip of water or to take a pee because of the last "last sip" I already let him have.
Settling back against the couch, I pulled up my skirt and dragged a throw blanket over my legs to hide what I was doing. Keeping one eye on the hallway, I grabbed my phone and turned it on. Emy hadn't responded to my last message, which was odd. Usually, she tries to one up me until we are sending each other pictures of something inside one hole or another—Emy with her pink dildo or me with my blue one.
Our parents would be mortified, I'm sure, but it's better than the alternatives. We both lost our virginity to a (different) jerk who was only looking for a fast fuck and thought we should be grateful that anyone wanted to have sex with us. There are lots of guys around like that—but we have opted for a different kind of sexual intimacy while we nurse our secret crushes.
With no new message from Emy, I returned to wardick and the picture that had so captivated me in the laundry room. It was truly a beautiful cock. The shaft was heavily veined. The head was a shade darker than the body and had a well-defined bottom flare. Imagining it tugging at my pussy on the backstroke, I slid my free hand inside my panties and bit down on a moan.
Just finding a truly satisfying rhythm, I heard keys in the front door an hour too soon. Taking a hard swallow, I dropped the phone, jumped up and pushed my skirt down half a second before the major rounded the corner and entered the front room.
"Major Logan, you're back early." I tried to smile and bring my breathing under control, but I'm sure I looked guilty as hell. I could feel my cheeks blazing with shame.
His gaze scanned the room, his expression stern. "Where is it, Lillian?"
"Where's what?" My question slowed at the end as I realized he had just called me by my full first name. Only my mom does that anymore and only when she is seriously pissed.
I looked at his face again.
His lips were pressed tightly together and his jaw seemed to be sliding from side to side even as he growled an answer. "Your phone. Where is it?"
I've only seen the major angry a few times—the few weeks right before and after Mrs. Logan deserted him and Stevie. Looking at Logan just a few feet away, his muscles bunching and steam practically rising off his hard body, I knew I was in trouble.
I just didn't know why.
Before I could even think to say anything else, he spotted my phone and scooped it up from the couch. "I told you no visitors. You know that's an absolute rule. You want to fool around with a boy, do it someplace else."
He pressed the power button as I lunged for the device. Gently straight-arming me, he held me at a distance as he opened my messages.
"Those are private!"
"I just want to know who has an open invitation to my home while you're supposed to be watching Stevie."
I felt like I'd taken a baseball bat to the face when it dawned on me what must have happened. He was talking about the message on the image I thought I had sent to Emy. She didn't reply because she never received it. The major had!
I sucked a deep breath in, panic cementing in my chest to hold the air inside me. I wasn't even going to attempt an explanation that no boy had an invitation to his house. With my phone in his hands, he'd realize the truth all too soon. Stepping into my sandals, I scanned the room for my bag. It was on the small side table coming off the hall. I made a beeline for it, my cheeks surely blazing bright red.
Reaching for the bag, I noticed my keys weren't hooked to the outside like usual. I looked at the tabletop, scanned the row of small hooks above the surface.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
My heart knocked hard inside my chest. My lungs kicked out the breath I'd been holding, dragged another one in then seized once more. I spun around, my gaze casting wildly about in search of my keys. I didn't see them, but I noticed the major had stopped looking at my phone and was staring intently at me.
That darkly-fringed fuck-me gaze he has was on at full power, his head cocked like some powerful beast that has just scented its prey. I backed up until my butt bumped against the wall.
A million thoughts ran through my head. The enormously pissed look was gone, but I couldn't read what had replaced it.
Amusement?
Pity for the fat babysitter who has a crush on a demigod?
He advanced on me with slow, deliberate steps. Held like bait, my keys were in his hand. In the other hand, he still had my phone. The display faced me. He had flipped through the messages, finding another explicit shot of my pussy. It was the one I had taken in my bedroom, my legs spread wide, my blue battery-operated boyfriend on the quilt next to me. I had snapped the picture post-orgasm just as a mix of cream and lube left my pulsing cunt.
"Didn't your parents warn you about taking pictures like this?" His voice had lost its usual good-natured efficiency. The words slid roughly from his mouth. He blinked and then his gaze raked my body.
My overstuffed body that he couldn't possibly want.
He drew his bottom lip in, wetting it. "What if Emy decided to post them online?"
I folded my arms across my chest, trying to hide how hard my nipples had become. "She wouldn't and it doesn't show my face, anyway."
I couldn't believe I was arguing with him about this. I needed my keys and my phone so I could go the hell home and die of embarrassment in the privacy of my bedroom—right after a marathon session with my dildo because the idea of him seeing the pictures and knowing that I wanted his cock in me made my pussy extra wet.
"It shows your mole, Lily, the one that's visible when you wear that pink bikini."
My pink bikini—the one my sister said a girl my size should be embarrassed to even look at and that Logan had seen once and only for about forty seconds as I fumbled for my swim robe.
"Major..."
"Yes, Lily?"
He stood less than a foot from me, close enough I could smell the subtle spices of his aftershave. My pussy reached a new level of saturation, everything between my thighs hot and soaked and flexing. My knees beginning to weaken, I tried to take a breath in.
Quickly pocketing my keys and phone, the major grabbed me by the shoulders. "You need to sit down, Lilliput. You look like you're going to pass out."
I wasn't sure how close I was to passing out, but it sure as hell felt like I was a hair's width from coming. My clit throbbed, each pulse inflating the flesh just a little more until I thought I would burst.
I let him lead me to the couch. My ass touched the leather cushions, the pressure of my weight forcing my lower lips together. I groaned, my hips thrusting up for a second before I brought myself under something resembling control.
He pushed between my shoulder blades as he grabbed my left knee and pulled it towards him. "Head between your legs."
"I think I'm going to puke."
"No, you're not." The words emerged softly but were clearly a command. He rubbed his palm up and down my back, like a mother trying to soothe an infant. "Take slow, deep breaths."
His voice cracked at the end and his hand stopped rubbing to rest flat against the lower back of my neck. The warmth of his touch seeped into my skin, relaxing the muscles in my neck and shoulders. I managed to slow my breathing.
He shifted a little as his free hand dipped into his ACU pocket and retrieved my phone. I thought for a second he would finally give the phone back. I lifted my head just enough from between my legs to look at him.
"Not there yet, baby. Concentrate on breathing." He lightly pressed my head down. His hand returned to the same spot at the base of my neck, his thumb lightly stroking the curve between my throat and shoulder.
The clicks coming from the
phone told me he was navigating its menu. Every few clicks, the thumb stroking my flesh stopped or slowed. Trying hard not to shake, I mentally inventoried the phone's contents. Dozens of texts to Emy graphically detailed all the things I wanted to do to Logan and have done to me. Plus there were half a dozen pictures, just as graphic, that I hadn't deleted.
When audio started playing, I remembered there was more than just text and photos. There was a video at least thirty seconds long showing the vibrator in me, my hips rocking, clit pinched between my fingertips as I moaned Logan's name.
I turned my head just enough that I could watch his face. He chewed at his lower lip, the right nostril flaring as his brow arched high. He flinched the slightest bit when, given the sounds coming from the speaker, I came. He cleared his throat, the noise small and muted, and then he turned the phone off and shoved it in his pocket.
He had stopped stroking me while the video played. Now the palm of his hand massaged its way up my neck. His fingers spread out then threaded through my hair in a tight grip. Gently yet forcefully, he pulled me up until my back was against the cushion, his other hand curled against my lower stomach to keep me trapped.
Gaze locked on my face, Logan smoothed his fingers down to the hem of my skirt. He lifted its edge and rubbed the flat of his nails softly along my inner thigh, front to back. The hand cradling my head slid closer to my face. His fingers caressed a slow, tight circle behind my ear lobe.
Beneath the skirt, his fingers whispered along my skin until they reached the lower band of my panties. He leaned in, his breath soft against my skin as his lips grazed the rim of my mouth. He slipped a finger under the band while his tongue darted out to part my lips with a curling lick that left me arching towards him when he pulled away. His mouth descended again, his tongue and fingers bolder. The calloused pad of his fingertip found my clit, stroked up it as his tongue penetrated my mouth.
I shivered, moaned, my body begging for another stroke.
He took his finger away, found the bottom of my clit once again and ran another line up it just as he licked inside my mouth. Whimpering, I flexed my hips. The whole time he kept tracing that circle below my ear, the soft, constant swirl making my upper body melt against the cushion as my hips started to rock.
My slow, deep breaths were obliterated by the ghost of his fingers moving up and up and up my clit. He stopped kissing me, teasing me instead with the faintest brush of his lips around my mouth, along my jaw.
Then he stared at me, his gaze holding mine, his thumb massaging the pressure point near my jaw while his fingers softly swept another line up the spine of my pussy, followed by another, one more and...
I gripped the edge of the seat cushion with one hand, curled the other around the top of his thigh. I wanted him to kiss me again, to ease with his lips and tongue the hard tension building from his maddeningly soft strokes. But he was intent on watching me come, seeing it in my eyes, in the way I blinked and chewed at my lip as the pressure started to overwhelm me. My gut tightened and I tilted my hips, another moan shaking loose from my throat as my pussy contracted.
"Major..." My hands jumped to the collar of his ACU jacket, clutched the edges as I strained closer to him. My breath left me in small pants as another wave of climax crested inside me.
He kissed me, his mouth gentling as I slowly came down from my peak. His fingers slid south to where I was all wet and throbbing. He inserted a tip into me, then another to firmly press against my swollen flesh. Every few heartbeats, my pussy gave another hard squeeze, my body floating on an ocean of bliss.
Logan ran his lips lightly along my cheek and down along my ear. When he finally spoke again, his voice was a raw purr, its echoes vibrating across my skin.
"Baby, all those things you texted about..." He paused and his teeth grazed my jaw. "I'm going to do every last one of them tonight."
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One arm wrapped around my shoulders and a hand between my breasts, Logan guided me onto my feet and into the master bedroom. He locked the door then placed me at the foot of the bed, my body facing the dresser with its giant mirror. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see even the small portion of my reflection not blocked by Logan's muscled physique.
"I've been fantasizing about undressing you all summer." Leaning in to kiss me, he thumbed my top button open. "You have no idea how crazy you've been driving me, do you?"
Thoroughly confused, I shook my head. I had been dressing up all summer for my new office job in outfits that Emy's mother selected for me from her vintage clothing boutique. She refused to let me wear the baggy shirts and pants I usually swathed my exceedingly generous curves in. I didn't want to tell her no because she helped me get the job.
My knowledge about clothing is next to zero, so I had to take her word for it when she told me the blouse is French Edwardian. I just know it is a white brushed cotton, very romantic looking with its ruffles and eyelet trim and the large mother of pearl buttons that Logan's agile fingers were busy unhooking.
Three buttons undone, he paused to ease his hands inside the blouse and cup the underside of my breasts. He ran his thumb over the front snap, groaned once but left it fastened. His hands returning to work on the buttons, he kissed my neck and then the underside of my chin.
"I'm going to strip you then eat that sweet pussy until you come again, Lily."
I swallowed, swaying lightly as he pushed the blouse off my shoulders and smoothed the fabric down my arms. Bringing his hands back to the front, he unsnapped the closure but didn't remove the bra. With the fabric between his hand and my flesh, he massaged my breasts as he kissed his way down my throat. Nosing one cup to the side, his mouth fastened on my nipple.
I looked in the mirror, watched the slow bob of his head as he suckled at my breast. My parents named me Lillian because I was a pale baby. I never grew darker, never freckled, the only color on my skin the pale blue and indigo of the veins beneath. Looking at my body, the plump arms and padded shoulders, part of me wanted to push Logan away. It wasn't the part that was actually in control of my muscles. That part had abandoned me completely. My arms hung at my sides, my hands capable of only occasionally clutching at him when my body swayed into contact with his.
My pussy protested all the attention his mouth gave the nipple and I whimpered soft and low. He pulled the nipple taut between his lips and tugged at it. Our flesh parted with a wet pop. He nosed the other cup to the side. His tongue circled that nipple as his hands ran up my back. Grabbing the bra straps from behind, he stripped the fabric away.
Was this really happening?
My gaze dropped from my body to his. He still had his ACUs on, but I could see the play of muscles beneath the fabric. I knew what lurked beneath, knew how completely mismatched my body was to his. More than that, Mrs. Jones wore a size four, if not smaller. The woman he had picked as his wife—for life—was my complete physical opposite.
Logan's attention to my breast stopped and he looked up. "Baby, wherever your head is going, pull it back."
He quirked a brow, his gaze intensifying as he gave my nipple a hard tweak. "Now, Lily."
I closed my eyes and nodded. It had been a mistake looking in the mirror—not only because it reminded me of every last physical shortcoming I had, but also because it would remind Logan of her fascination with her reflection and that perfect size four she maintained.
"You're still not with me, are you baby?"
I glanced at Logan, closed my eyes again and shook my head. "I'm here—with you. Please don't stop."
Kissing the swell of my stomach, Logan's hands dropped to my hips. His thumbs ran along the waistband until he found the zipper in back. Unzipping me, he sank to his knees. Lips pressed against my lower belly, he removed the skirt with an aching slowness. When it was halfway down my thighs, he bunched one side in his fist and held it tight while the fingers of his other hand traced the bottom line of my panties.
Logan kissed the fabric, his mouth landing just above the top spli
t of my labia. His fingers slid under the bottom edge of lace where he dragged his knuckle roughly up my clit before hooking the waistband. Tugging the panties down several inches, he worked his tongue between my lower lips, the tip dancing along the length of my clit.
His grip firm on the underwear, he yanked me tighter against his face, his tongue licking up over and over. When my hips canted in his direction and I whimpered, he released the clothing to gently push me onto the mattress.
The skirt disappeared in an instant and then he spread my legs far apart. With my underwear as a barrier, he started to tease me mercilessly. His lips pressed against the lace so that it moved over my sensitive flesh. A hand on each of my thighs, he thumbed my labia open, his mouth forcing the rough lace up and down along my clit in a deliciously raw pattern.
Desperate for a little leverage, I grabbed his head. With the military cut, there wasn't enough hair to hold onto and tug him closer. I squirmed, my hips sliding side to side as I tried to bring his lips into contact with my skin. "Major, please..."
He growled and lightly nipped at me through the fabric, the gesture so fiercely sensual I twitched and whimpered again.
"Logan," I amended. "Please remove my panties. I want to feel you on me!"
He grabbed the edges of the underwear, gave a sharp rip and tossed the rent fabric over his shoulder as his mouth closed over my clit. His hands traveled down my calves to tug the sandals off my feet.
"I want you naked, too," I protested. I'd been ogling his hard body full-time for the last few months, trying to be discreet but aching to learn all its contours.
He leaned back and stripped just the ACU top off, his t-shirt hiding his chest and thick biceps from my view. He threaded his arms under my ass then laid his palms against the swell of my stomach. His short nails lightly raked at my flesh as his tongue found the swollen tip of my clit and started to push it around.
He pushed and pushed and pushed, growling and licking, up and down, over and over until he had me completely breathless.
I raised my feet off the floor and ran the soles along his back a few times before my knees locked against the sides of his head. I'd never had a boy go down on me, never had one so much as offer. Certainly not one of those boys would have done the job the major was doing. His top lip rubbed the length of my clit while his tongue drew circles around it. Every few seconds, his tongue would dip lower to trace the edge of my cunt and take one slow, thick stroke inside my pussy before returning to tease the hood.
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