by Lola Rivera
As if sensing her, Logan’s head popped up. He held her gaze for a moment longer than usual. She felt suddenly uneasy, almost guilty. Smiling, she extended the shirt and started toward him. Her bare foot hit a patch of water and slid across the slick tile. Thrown off balance, she gasped and fell forward.
In a flash, Logan leapt at her, arms outstretched. Somehow he caught her. As they tumbled to the ground, he prepared to bear the brunt. She frantically placed her hands behind his head, desperate to protect him from serious injury. They hit the floor with a muted smack, Logan’s bare back against the tile, her hands smashed between his head and the floor. She awkwardly straddled Logan’s hips, his hands on the small of her back.
Face contorted with worry, Blaire pried her hands from the back of his head and touched his face. She gazed down into his dazed eyes. “Are you hurt? Should I call an ambulance? Shit! You’ve probably broken your back—.”
Logan grinned and touched her lips. “Shh. I’m fine. Sore but fine.”
Blaire relaxed and smiled. Her hands moved from his face to his chest as she steadied herself. Logan’s fingers slid from her lips to her jaw in a soft caress. His smile confused her. “What?”
“You,” he said quietly. “You’re adorable with your face all scrunched up like that.”
“Like what?”
“Worried,” he explained.
“Of course I’m worried. You’re super important to me, Logan.”
Logan’s expression morphed from amusement to surprise. Blaire silently cursed her stupidity. She had done it. She had let him see how much she cared. His lips parted and closed. Her belly tightened as she prepared for an easy let-down. This was it. She was about to lose him. He was going to give her some line about friends and awkwardness and then she would never see him again, not like this.
Unexpectedly, Logan’s hand tangled in her hair. Without warning, he sat up and pressed his lips against hers. Blaire stiffened with shock and then melted with need. Her arms curled around his shoulders, holding him close as they hungrily kissed. Rather brazenly, she swept her tongue against his lower lip and prodded until he gave access. He welcomed her invading tongue, a low growl emanating from his throat.
As their tongues swirled, Blaire felt Logan’s fingers tugging on her robe’s sash. The lapels fell open, displaying her full breasts, her dark nipples already erect with excitement. He abandoned her mouth and sought the supple peaks. Head thrown back, Blaire moaned with pleasure. His warm tongue teased her sensitive nipples; his strong hands gently massaged her breasts.
Soon, his lips were on her neck, his hands gripping her ass. Feeling her inner goddess, Blaire shoved on Logan’s shoulders, forcing his back to the floor once again. Her teeth grazed the tender skin of his neck and collar bone as she kissed her way down his chest. Tongue flicking across his nipples, she toyed with the crisp hair just above his jeans. She sat up, her knees on either side of his thighs, and unlatched the buckle of his belt. His green eyes darkened as he watched her unbutton his fly and lower the zipper. Logan’s stiff cock had already escaped the front placket of his blue cotton boxers.
“Lift your hips,” she ordered and shimmied down his thighs.
“Yes, ma’am!” Laughing, Logan hastily complied with her order, allowing her to tug his jeans down to his knees.
Smiling devilishly, Blaire walked her fingers oh-so-slowly down his stomach to the waistband of his boxers. She peeled the fabric down, revealing his twitching penis and tightened balls. Logan’s breathing hitched as her fingers lightly encircled the thick shaft and teasingly stroked up and down, coming close to the head but never touching. The fingers of her other hand brushed against his testicles.
Desperate to taste him, she scooted down his legs a bit more and lowered her mouth. Her wet tongue swiped the length of him. A hint of salt and his uniquely male scent invaded her senses. Logan’s legs stiffened as she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, lavishing it with the warmth of her tongue and lips. The fat crown stretched her lips and pulsed against her tongue. He was so hot for her, and it showed.
“Blaire!”
His exclamation thrilled her. Power was one hell of an aphrodisiac, and she loved it. Logan grunted and sighed as she bobbed on his cock. Relaxing her jaw, she took more and more of his throbbing hard length between her lips. She glanced up at him as she started to suck his cock deep into the back of her throat. Resting on his elbows, Logan growled, his face contorting with pure ecstasy as she allowed his cock in the hot, wet alcove at the back of her throat.
Pulling back, Blaire licked her palm, slicking the skin, and worked it in tandem with her mouth. With each downward movement of her lips, Blaire stroked his cock. Up and down, up and down, until his hips lifted up to meet her. Her humming was nearly his undoing.
“Fuck! Blaire!” His hands grasped her face, gently tugging her away from his cock. She playfully flicked her tongue against the underside of the sensitive head, and he shuddered. “Not yet,” he whispered, thumb caressing her cheek. “I don’t want to come yet.”
Nodding, she moved up his body until their lips met. He worked the robe off her arms and flung it aside. She loved the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. He grabbed her hips and tugged her upward until she straddled his stomach. Confused, she gave him a questioning look.
“Sit on my face, baby,” Logan urged in a low voice.
Blaire gulped at his frank request. She considered refusing but the look in his eyes, that hungry need to eat her pussy, made her comply. With as much grace as possible, Blaire moved her trembling knees on either side of his head. Logan gripped her buttocks and pulled her down over his mouth. She yelped as his flattened tongue began swiping her wet slit. His rough hands clamped on her trembling thighs, forcing them wide, opening her sex to his exploring tongue. He traced her inner lips and swirled his tongue against her clit.
The sensation he aroused was unlike any she had ever felt. No man had ever taken to her pussy in such a way. Logan devoured her like a starving man, his tongue prodding her core, gathering her juices. His lips suckled her swollen clit, making her shriek and shake. At first, she had tried to remain as still as possible, worried she had inadvertently hurt him if she moved. But that strategy soon proved impossible. Hands on her breasts, eyes squeezed shut, she whimpered and gyrated atop his mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” Logan urged excitedly. “Fuck my face.”
His filthy words spurred her onward. Blaire fell forward, hands on the cold tile. Logan clasped her ass and held tight as he assaulted her clit. Her begging moans echoed off the tile. Toes curling, she panted and rocked against his mouth. She came suddenly, the force of her orgasm tearing a scream from her throat. Wetness gushed from her sex, and Logan lapped it up, his tongue continuing to torture her even as she begged him to stop.
Blaire crawled away from him, her jelly legs barely supporting her weight. She rolled onto her back and shivered with aftershocks. Logan moved closer and pulled her into his arms, cradling her head against his chest. She could smell her musk on his lips as he bent to kiss her forehead. Even though she had just had the most amazing orgasm of her life, she suddenly wanted more.
“Bedroom,” she croaked. “Now.”
Logan grinned mischievously. “Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter Four
As Logan led Blaire into her bedroom, he marveled at this strange twist of fate. All this time he had craved her, had been too afraid to say anything for fear of spooking her, and she had wanted him all along. All it had taken was a set of broken pipes and a slippery floor to bring them together like this.
Blaire paused at her bedside table and retrieved a condom from the top drawer. He sat on the edge of her bed and kicked off his shoes. His socks and hastily yanked up jeans and boxers were quickly discarded. Blaire walked toward him, hips swaying, breasts bouncing. He could still smell her delicious cunt on his lips. Just the thought of her shrieks, her sex in spasm against his lips, made his cock twitch. She wa
s the fucking sexiest woman he had ever seen, and for tonight at least, she was his. He meant to enjoy every minute with her.
Logan took the condom from Blaire’s fingers, ripped the wrapper and deftly applied the sheath to his straining dick. He drew Blaire closer, and they fell onto the bed, both of them laughing and enjoying the moment. She didn’t fight him when he hauled her onto his lap. She moved her knees into a comfortable straddling position and slowly lowered her slick pussy over his shaft. He kissed her, sucking lower lip between his teeth as she took every last inch of him inside her tight, hot channel. Their kisses deepened as she rocked back and forth on top of him.
Gripping her ass and directing her movements, he urged, “Ride me, Blaire. Ride me hard.”
His hands supported her back as she bounced wildly on his cock. He could feel her inner walls clamping around his shaft. It was an incredible feeling and one he never wanted to end. With a hand tangled in her hair, he forced her mouth down toward his and kissed her until they were both breathless. Her hard nipples brushed against his chest. A light sheen covered her body, the warm skin flushed with arousal and exertion.
Dropping back to the bed, Logan reveled in the sight of Blaire gyrating atop him. She sat up and found just the right angle. Her lips parted as she rocked back and forth. When she started to grind against his pelvis, he reached between them and flicked her clit with his thumb. It took only a few seconds of stimulation before she stiffened and came. Teeth clenched, he held back, content to watch her face, to listen to her mewling cries.
He had always known she was a passionate woman, but this was so much more than that. The way she clung to him, her lips against his ear, her fingers biting into his shoulders, conveyed the depth of her lust—and maybe something else. Maybe something far more intimate and true than simple lust. He had never felt so wanted in his entire life and desperately needed to show her the same.
Cradling her against his chest, Logan carefully turned them over, using those well-honed muscles to get her underneath him without losing any contact. She rose up to kiss him, claiming his mouth and whispering his name in between kisses. Her hands moved up and down his sides, setting his skin on fire and making his toes curl.
Caught between her welcoming thighs, he slid deeper inside of her and captured her mouth with sensual kisses. Blaire mewled softly, her hands caressing his sides. He cupped her face and brushed gentle kisses over her nose and lips. Languid and smooth, he thrust into her.
With each deep stroke, Blaire’s lips fell open and her eyes widened. Wanting to show her just how good he could make her feel, Logan sat back on his heels and lifted her legs, hooking them over his shoulders. Blaire gasped at the change. His newly angled cock stroked all the right places. Her fingernails dug into his thighs, her toes pressed against his nape.
“Faster!” Blaire groaned and clutched at his thighs. “Fuck! More, Logan! More!”
He hastened the snap of his hips, pounding his cock into her tight cunt. She practically wept as she pleaded for deliverance. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. He sucked her fingertips, coating them with his saliva. He placed the fingers against her curls. “Rub your pussy for me.”
Blaire breathlessly complied, seemingly desperate for release. He loved the look of wanton abandon coloring her face. The determined arch of her eyebrows, the little “O” her lips made. Holding onto her lifted thighs, Logan whipped his hips at breakneck speed. Blaire’s brass headboard knocked against the wall at an alarming rate. His muscles burned but he ignored them. He wanted Blaire to unravel beneath him. He wanted her to always remember the first time they were together.
Erratic spasms heralded Blaire’s orgasm. She called his name again and again until—finally—she shrieked and convulsed. He groaned at the rippling sensation of her cunt milking his cock. His balls tightened and drew up just seconds before he felt the euphoric rush of orgasm. Dropping her legs, Logan bent forward and kissed her, stifling her outbursts as his cum filled the latex reservoir. They jerked and panted, hands clutching, breaths mixing, heartbeats wildly stuttering.
Logan reluctantly withdrew and stumbled into the bathroom. When he returned to the bedroom, he found Blaire resting on her side, curiously regarding him. His belly tightened with apprehension. Did she regret their tryst? Would she toss him out now?
A sleepy smile graced her blissed-out face. She reached out for him. “Stay?”
Relief washed over him. He gave a small nod. “Yes.”
Chapter Five
Ticklish butterfly kisses dancing across her lower back woke Blaire from a deep sleep. Blinking with confusion, she spotted the top drawer of her bedside table slightly ajar. The grayish light of early morning illuminated the room. More feverish kisses dotted the curves of her derriere, spurring memories of the night prior. She smiled lazily. “Logan.”
“Blaire,” he replied, his lips against her ass. He slowly kissed his way up her spine and curved his body against hers. She melted against him, pressing her backside against his morning erection. His muscular arms encircled her waist. Goose bumps erupted on her skin as his teeth grazed the turn of her throat. His scent made her ache for closeness. She reached back and sifted her fingers through his short hair.
Logan’s callused fingers found their way into the thatch of hair covering her sex. She shifted her legs, inviting him inside. A soft groan penetrated the early morning silence as Logan teasingly circled her clit. Ever so slowly, his fingers drifted lower and penetrated her right to the core.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Growling, Logan buried his face in her hair. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
“Just fuck me first,” she said with laughter and need. She brought his free hand to her breast, encouraging him to toy with her nipple. Each pinch elicited sharp gasps and sent fiery jolts straight to her clit. She bucked against him, widening her legs, urging him to penetrate her.
But he didn’t.
“Roll onto your belly, baby.”
Blaire obeyed, sighing as Logan nipped at her neck. Resting her chin on folded arms, she relaxed into Logan’s touch. He straddled her thighs and massaged her shoulders and back with his big, strong hands. When Logan palmed her buttocks, his thumb brushed against the pucker hidden between them. Butterflies danced through Blaire’s belly. Was he really wanting to do…that?
She pushed back against his hands, silently encouraging him to continue. He seemed to understand and grasped her thighs, lifting her onto her knees, fully exposing her pussy and ass. Logan slipped a pair of fingers into her slick channel and started to thrust into her. Blaire moaned as his thick digits speared in and out of her aching heat. The fingers of his other hand flicked her clit. She clawed at the sheets as he pushed her closer and closer to orgasm.
But it was the playful nip of her bottom that sent her reeling headlong into climax. Logan’s teeth bit into her fleshy backside and she came hard, her entire body pulsing with pleasure.
She expected him to stop as her orgasm subsided but he didn’t. Instead, Logan’s fingers picked up their pace once again. With each thrust, they pinged her g-spot until she was shrieking and ready to come again. Toes curled, Blaire climaxed around his fingers. The wild sensation left her breathless and shaking and near passing out. She lost total control as Logan forced her to come and come and come.
When he finally removed his hand, she slumped forward and fought to breathe, to think, again. He smeared the slick arousal clinging to his fingers between her cheeks. As he gently worked his thumb inside her puckered channel, Blaire whimpered at the overwhelming sensation of his fingers probing her ass. It wasn’t often that she indulged in a little anal play but it was something she always craved. And now Logan was offering her that chance to play.
Blaire glanced over her shoulder, catching Logan’s heady gaze. “Do you want to take me…there?”
Logan’s face flushed. “Yes.”
“I don’t mind,” she said shyly. “I like it. If you go slowly,” she added hurri
edly.
“I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “Do you have any lube?”
“Top drawer,” she said and pointed to the bedside table.
He quickly leaned over her and reached inside the drawer to grab the necessary items. Clit pulsing, Blaire groaned with need. She had never been so hot and aroused. Logan made her crazy with desire. She wanted to tell him to hurry and make her feel good, but she didn’t want to rush him, not when he was about to be thrusting in a very delicate place.
Behind her, Logan quickly applied the condom. Blaire inhaled a sharp breath when she felt the dollop of cold lube. Again, Logan pushed his finger inside her, sliding it back and forth. A second finger soon followed, stretching her, priming her for his stiff dick. The fingers of his other hand rubbed her clit and kept her aroused.
When she felt the head of his cock prodding, she breathed deeply and consciously relaxed, welcoming him slowly into her tight sleeve. Biting her lip, she took his rigid shaft. Her fingers replaced his against her clit. The tiny shocks of pleasure from massaging the pink nub eased the sting of his cock stretching her small hole.
“You’re so fucking tight, Blaire.” Logan’s breathless voice thrilled her. Hands clasping her waist, he thrust leisurely, taking her gently.
Too gently for her liking.
Blaire shoved back against him, fully meeting his thrusts. She loved the full sensation of his cock buried deep in her ass. The burning, the slight stretching, the dull ache and fullness. She wanted more, wanted it rough and hard. “It feels good,” she assured him, rocking back to join his thrust.
“You feel good,” he groaned huskily.
Soon they fucked wildly, the bed shaking, their mutual groans and pants filling the room. Blaire flicked her clit with one hand and fisted the sheets with the other. She was so close. Pleasure coiled in her belly. Moaning, whimpering, she strummed her clit faster and faster. When her orgasm crashed down, she came so hard not a single noise left her throat. She stiffened, open mouth against the sheets, toes flexing.