Logan (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel)

by Lane Hart

  “My head’s gonna be buried between your legs the rest of the night,” he informs me as he rubs my sensitive button in circles. “But first, I had to be inside of you.”

  “Oh God,” I moan as my back arches all on its own with the building pressure as I get closer to the intense peak of pleasure.

  “That’s right, baby,” Logan encourages as he plunges deep inside of me and swivels his hips. “Let me feel you come on my cock before I feed it to you.”

  “Yes!” I cry out as I fly a little higher, then a little more. “YES!” I scream as my toes curl with the force of my orgasm. My entire body shakes in surrender. There’s even a loud boom that sounds like thunder and a bright flash of light, but I’m not sure if it’s in my head or outside.

  “Fuck, Brayden,” Logan groans. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  The next second he’s straddling my chest and grabbing the back of my head to pull it forward toward his slick, swollen cock.

  “Open wide for me, baby,” he commands, and I do as he asks so that he can slide himself between my lips. “Oh fuck. Just…like…that,” he says as he moves in and out of my mouth, controlling the speed and depth. I take everything he gives me too.

  “God, you’re good at this,” he tells me. “So close.”

  Reaching between his legs, I cup his balls and play with them, making his thrusts falter before he shouts out and his release shoots down my throat. I swallow as much as I can and then lick up any drops that I missed.

  “Jesus,” Logan mutters when he pulls his cock out of my mouth and then flops down on his back beside me. Pulling me onto his chest, he kisses the top of my head and murmurs, “So good,” over and over again while we both catch our breath.

  Eventually, we snuggle down under the sheets, and I curl up against Logan’s warmth, happier than I’ve been in a long damn time.

  Chapter Twenty

  Logan

  I wake up from the best, deepest sleep I’ve had in days, and it takes me a minute to remember how I came to be spooning naked with Brayden. Last night wasn’t a dream. We had sex, and it was fucking amazing.

  Then, disappointment slams into me when I remember that we’re going home today, and I slept through the only chance I’ll ever get to have with this woman in my arms. I’m not ready to go back, which is the opposite of how I felt three days ago when I tried to urge Brayden to get on a plane so I could go back to work.

  Last night, Brayden said that, if we were gonna be together, it was just a one-time thing before we return to Maryland. She was right. There’s no way we could keep seeing each other. Her father would not only fire me but likely kill me if he knew I had slept with his daughter when he sent me down here to help her.

  “Mmm,” Brayden moans as she wakes up and squirms against my morning wood. “What time is it?” she asks.

  “No idea and don’t care,” I answer, burying my face in her hair while pressing my hips harder into her sweet ass.

  “What about our flight?” she asks, making me pause.

  Fuck. She’s right. We were supposed to get up and leave for the airport by eight-thirty.

  It’s awfully dark in the bedroom, but it could be later than I think. I lift my head off the pillow to look over Brayden’s head to try and see the clock on the nightstand but can’t find any red glowing numbers.

  “Dammit,” I grumble before I make myself roll out of bed to search for my pants to look at my phone. It takes a while to locate it by feeling around the dark, but I finally find it.

  “Shit, it’s almost eight!” I exclaim in surprise. “Why is it so dark in here and hot?” I ask, and then I notice my phone only has four percent of the battery left.

  “I better get up and get a quick shower,” Brayden replies from across the room. I hear shuffling as she makes her way to the bathroom. “Ugh, Logan?” she calls out.

  “Yeah?” I ask.

  “The power’s out.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I ask. Going over to the windows, I open the blinds to let the natural light inside the room, then sit down on the bed to try turning on the lamp. It doesn’t come on, and the reason I couldn’t see the time on the clock now makes sense.

  “Must have been a storm last night,” I state the obvious.

  “Oh yeah,” she says. “I vaguely remember thunder and lightning. Shit! Do you think the airport has power?” Brayden asks as she comes over and takes a seat next to me on the bed.

  “Who the hell knows? And my phone is about to die.”

  Doing a quick internet search for the airport, I call and get an automated recording, saying that all flights are delayed due to a power outage and that they hope to have it restored by the end of the day.

  “So, it doesn’t look like we’ll be flying out today,” I inform Brayden.

  “Really?” she asks with a smile.

  “Yeah.”

  “Good. I don’t mind staying another day.”

  “If the power is out in the whole city, it won’t be safe to go out in public,” I remark.

  “So, I guess that means that we’ll need to stay here?” she asks.

  “Damn right,” I agree. “Any ideas how to pass the time without any electricity?”

  “I can think of a few,” she says as she gets up and stands between my legs.

  “I can too,” I agree. “Pretty sure I made you a promise last night and then fell asleep before I followed through.”

  Brayden combs her fingers through my messy hair. “Well, you are an old man,” she teases with a grin.

  “I’m pretty sure you passed out right there with me,” I point out. Running my hands up her naked sides, I come to a stop underneath her breasts that I give a squeeze.

  “Lie down on the bed,” I tell her.

  She moves out from between my legs and turns around. When the back of her legs hit the mattress, she asks, “Right here?”

  “Right there,” I agree.

  Brayden sits down on the bed; and when I roll toward her, she scoots back toward the middle.

  “Spread your legs,” I order. And she opens her raised knees, revealing herself to me.

  Crawling up between her thighs, I run one finger along her slit.

  “You’re already wet,” I inform her.

  “Seeing you naked and horny makes me that way,” she replies, sitting up on her elbows to look down at me.

  “That does it, huh?” I ask as I swipe my finger through her folds again and then push a finger inside of her. “You’re not wet because you know I’m about to tongue fuck your sweet pussy until you come on my face?”

  Her eyes close on a moan as her walls clench around my finger that’s moving in and out of her. When Brayden’s back starts to lower to the mattress, I stop her.

  “I want you sitting up watching me the whole time,” I tell her. “If you lie down, I’ll stop.” I start to pull my finger all the way out to demonstrate, and her hips shift forward searching it out for more contact.

  “I won’t lie down,” she assures me in a rush. Then, she winds her arms around each of her legs to hold herself up and keep them spread for me.

  Unable to resist tasting her for another second, I lower my face between her legs; and keeping my finger lodged inside of her, I stick out my tongue and tickle her clit with just the tip of it.

  “Logan!” Brayden cries out as her head falls back on her shoulders.

  “You’re supposed to watch me,” I remind her.

  Her head rolls to the side and her heavy-lidded eyes open to watch me lap up her wetness and create some more. She moans and squirms with every flick of my tongue, but I don’t stop even for a second because I know she’s close. I add another finger, pushing two in and out of her as my mouth licks and sucks up her juices.

  “Oh! Oh god,” she screams as she writhes. Unable to keep her shaking knees up any longer, her feet slide out, so that her legs are stretched out on either side of me. Then, Brayden’s fingers are clenching my hair, and she’s desperately pushing her puss
y into my face like she needs to come or she’s gonna die. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed even before she screams out my name and her body convulses in waves when she finally erupts.

  Her pussy is still squeezing my fingers when Brayden tugs me up her body by my hair.

  “Fuck me,” she orders against my lips before her tongue delves into my mouth. Her body undulates underneath me anxiously until I reach down and line my cock up with her entrance to push inside.

  She’s soaking wet and feels fucking amazing still pulsing around my dick as I start to move. It only takes three deep thrusts before Brayden comes again. It’s too much, too good, and I can’t last.

  I pull out and start stroking my cock to finish on her stomach when Brayden stops me.

  “I’m on the shot,” she says as she fists my cock and shoves me back inside of her.

  “But last night…” I ask in confusion, using as many brain cells as I have available at the moment, which is about five.

  “I wanted you to fuck my mouth.”

  “Jesus,” I mutter, so fucking turned on that it only takes one hard thrust for me to unravel.

  After the last shudder leaves my body, I flop over beside Brayden, both of us lying across the width of the bed. My pulse is still racing, and my lungs are trying to compensate for the strenuous activity they just endured. “Are you trying to kill me?” I joke with Brayden.

  She rolls to her side and then places her palm on my chest, over my heart. “Is this all too much for your heart to endure?”

  “Possibly,” I agree, covering her hand with mine to keep it on me.

  The two of us lie there for several minutes just staring at the ceiling in silence, and I’m completely okay with that until a nagging thought hits me.

  “I should probably email your father before my phone dies and tell him our flight is delayed,” I say aloud.

  Brayden groans and pulls her hand away. “Way to kill the mood,” she grumbles. “Besides, my father doesn’t care. I bet he’s more concerned about when you, his employee, will be back in the office than when his disruptive daughter will be home.”

  “I’m sorry,” I tell her as she throws her legs over the side of the bed and wanders off into the bathroom.

  I sit up and retrieve my phone. After sending Walter a quick email about what’s going on, I climb back in bed, still naked, and wait for Brayden to join me. She does after a few minutes, curling up underneath my arm with her head on my chest and her arm around my waist.

  “So, what do you plan to do once you get back?” I ask Brayden to steer the conversation away from her father.

  “I dunno. I’ll probably have to find a job once my dad finds out that I flunked out of school. That’s about thirty thousand dollars down the drain.” Her fingertips on my stomach draw swirly patterns around my belly button that are both relaxing and arousing all at the same time. “I hate letting them down; but whenever I started to get into a routine, he showed up and ruined it. And when he comes to visit, he wants me to stay with him and skip classes. After I missed a few this semester, I got so behind I couldn’t catch up, so I stopped going.”

  My teeth grind together in annoyance hearing her talk about the asshole who won’t leave her alone. I’d love to get my hands on him and beat him to a pulp, which is a brand new sensation for me. I’ve never hit anyone before. And I don’t want to just punch this guy. I want to beat him bloody. Before I can ask her if she plans to see him back at home, Brayden says, “I want to know about you,” with her finger still moving in circles.

  “What about me?” I ask since she knows where I work.

  “No special ladies in your life?”

  “Nope,” I answer without having to consider it.

  “None?”

  “I don’t have time to date, so the few women I do see are mostly just flings.”

  “Flings? You mean one-night stands?” Brayden asks, tilting her head back to smile at me.

  “Yeah. Sometimes more than one night but not much more than that. I haven’t even had any of those lately.”

  “Poor baby,” she jokes with her lip out.

  “Yeah, poor me. Nothing but my hand to keep me company on lonely nights.”

  “Are you lonely?” she asks.

  “I guess so. I mean, I don’t know what it’s like to live with someone or even be in a serious relationship. All I’ve ever had is work, and it can be pretty lonesome when you get home late at night and have nothing to look forward to other than takeout and workouts.”

  “That is sad,” Brayden agrees. “You’re a good guy, Logan. You deserve more than that in life.”

  “You think so?” I ask.

  “Yeah.”

  “Maybe, but I don’t even know where I would start with trying to balance being in a serious relationship with someone and working fifty or more hours a week.”

  “If you care about the person enough, I think you could figure out how to make it work,” she says.

  “That’s probably true,” I agree.

  “Whew! I’m all for cuddling, but it’s getting hot in here!” Brayden says as she sits up and fans her face with her hands.

  “Heat rises, so we could go downstairs, or I could open the sliding door,” I suggest. “Although it’s probably just as hot out there.”

  “True, but at least it’ll get the air moving,” she says, and I agree, so I climb out of bed and go down to slide the door all the way open.

  I know we could get some relief from the heat by going for a swim in the pool, but I try to figure out what else we can do to keep cool in the room since I want to spend every moment I can in bed with Brayden before we have to leave. If it gets too hot, we can go for a swim, but I already need her again, so I don’t want to leave just yet.

  Having an idea, I head downstairs to the freezer, pull the door open and look inside to see if there’s any ice remaining or if it’s all melted away. I’m happy to see a few large chunks. Grabbing a glass, I toss a few melting cubes inside and carry it up the stairs to bed.

  “Lie down and let me cool you off,” I tell Brayden when she comes out of the bathroom. Her eyebrows raise as she takes in the glass.

  “Okay, but when you’re done, I get to play,” she says as she falls back so that her head is on a pillow and her naked body is stretched out on top of the covers.

  “Put your hands at the top of the pillow and keep them there,” I warn her.

  Slowly, she lifts her arms and does as I requested.

  Setting the glass on the nightstand, I take a seat on the edge of the bed and scoop one of the cubes out. After I stretch out on my side alongside Brayden, I start by placing the dripping cube on her neck, making her shiver.

  “God, that’s cold,” she murmurs.

  “Feel good?” I ask her with my head propped up on my elbow as I rub the cube down one side of her neck and then back up the other side.

  “Yes. Keep going.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I agree.

  Bringing the cube down between her breasts makes Brayden suck in her breath as it leaves behind a trail of wetness. When I touch the melting tip to circle her nipple, it instantly goes hard. Brayden lets out a moan as her back arches.

  “Oh god, it hurts…and feels good…all at the same time,” she pants. Her eyes are shut, so she jumps a little when I move to the other nipple to wet it, but she keeps her arms raised above her head like I told her to.

  I alternate circling her nipples until Brayden’s hips begin to squirm.

  “You know where I want it,” she opens her eyes to tell me.

  Sliding the ice cube down to leave cold, wet rings around her belly button, I say, “Here?”

  Her pelvis comes clear off the bed as she gasps and squirms. “No. Lower.”

  Of course, I know where she wants to feel it, but I avoid the hottest spot between her legs and tease her by rubbing the ice cube up and down each of her inner thighs. Now it’s really melting fast, so much so that you can see the dampness it l
eaves behind, so I lower my mouth to use my tongue and lick it up.

  “Please, Logan,” Brayden moans. She raises her knees and spreads her legs as she begs for me to touch her and taste her where she’s aching. Finally giving in, I move the ice cube to her belly button and slide it down to her slit. As soon as it touches her clit, Brayden cries out and slams her thighs together around my hand holding the cube.

  “You like that?” I ask her, and she nods enthusiastically.

  Going lower, I press the cube against her entrance.

  “Oh god!” she moans as I start to push it inside of her gently. Her pussy is so hot there’s a gush of water as the cube starts to melt even faster, so I lean over and lap it up with my tongue.

  “Logan!” Brayden screams while undulating her hips in desperate need of relief. And I want to give it to her, just not yet.

  Pulling my mouth away, I reach for another cube from the glass and then return to Brayden. I pick up her knee to spread her wider, and then I rub the cube up and down her slit a few times before I bring it to a stop.

  “Can I put this here?” I look up at Brayden’s face to ask as I push against the rim of her puckered hole.

  Her eyes are closed tight while her front teeth bite down hard on her bottom lip. After a second of deliberation, she nods.

  “You sure?” I ask.

  “Yes…please,” she pants.

  Satisfied that this is what she wants, I rub a few more circles around the rim before I penetrate her with the most melted tip of the cube.

  “Ahh!” Brayden screams as I use my finger to insert the melting ice deeper inside of her.

  Grabbing both of her legs I pull them together tight and then press her knees to her chest so that I can watch the wetness pour out of her body.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Brayden

  There are too many sensations going on for my body to keep up with. I’m hot. I’m freezing cold. I’m in pain. No, it’s pleasure. I’m not entirely sure, but I don’t want it to end.

  When Logan pushes my knees to my chest and then lowers his face to lick my pussy from one end to the other, my walls clench around the cool, wet cubes inside of me, and then I soar through one of the most intense orgasms of my life.