by Brent, Amy
“I’m so clumsy in heels.” I would have said anything to detract from the real reason why I had just impersonated the Kool-Aid Man to get into the room.
“Then take them off. Come on, the requirements for the women are ridiculous anyway,” Logan said.
He steadied me on my feet before he bent down in front of me. I furrowed my brow as he slowly lifted my foot. He inched the stilettos off my body, and I wiggled my toes, then sighed with relief. I was glad to be rid of them, but I hadn’t expected a tender side from Logan.
He looked up at me and grinned, a sight that flipped my stomach.
“There. That should feel better,” he said as he stood.
He loomed over me, and his gorgeous gray eyes swept me away. His chiseled jawline seemed harsher in the shadows of the room, but the playful specks of yellow I’d never noticed before in his gaze lent a youthfulness to his stern features. His grin ticked his cheeks up, relaxing his entire body as I studied him closely. He wore a tailored suit that matched the color of his eyes, and instead of donning a tie, he had the first couple buttons of his shirt undone.
I wanted to trace my finger over the skin it bared.
“I’m sorry we have to do this again,” Logan said.
I shrugged, because apparently my mouth had forgotten how to talk.
“You look stunning in that dress,” he said
“Thanks. Though now that I’ve seen your outfit, I feel like maybe I should have dressed more appropriately for our business meeting.”
“I came straight from work,” he said, chuckling.
“I did not.”
We shared a laugh before the tension fell between us again. I finally found the willpower to look past his body, and the scenario was much the same as before. Rose petals underneath our feet led to the bed. Satin sheets reflected the moonlight pouring through the window. Candles flickered in all the corners, casting a warm glow over the parts of the room the moon didn’t touch. Rose-scented bubbles popped in the tub in the bathroom.
“It’s okay, having to do this again. I mean, I get it. I work for a company where paperwork is everything,” I said.
“Unfortunately, I think that’s every business these days,” Logan said.
“And it’s just a business meeting, right? Or, you know, a business arrangement.”
“Right.”
“Just a mutual agreement we made to a company, not one another.”
“Exactly,” he said.
I nodded curtly before my gaze went back to his eyes.
“Though, since we do have to do it a second time—you know, for the sake of paperwork—why don’t we try something different?” Logan asked.
My eyebrows hiked up as I drew in a deep breath. “Different?” I asked.
“As the teacher, I got a rundown of what your fantasies and kinks are before we met. It’s to help guide me on your hard limits as well as your desires.”
“Wait. You have that information?”
“Only what’s necessary to keep my head in the game when it comes to your experience.”
“Oh.”
“And on your paperwork, you did specify the need for a tub full of bubbles.”
“I did,” I said.
“But we didn’t get to use it last time.”
“We didn’t,” I said.
“Care to take it for a test drive? The water’s nice and hot.”
His eyes fell to my lips before finding mine again. A bath, with jets. In a tub with Logan pressed against me. Heat pooled instantly between my legs, and a shiver shot up my spine that I couldn't stop myself from reacting to. My head twitched and my eyes closed, and soon Logan’s chuckle filled my ear as he stepped forward.
“I think someone likes that idea,” he said, slipping his hand around my waist as my knees grew weak. “You know you can always stop this, right, Ava?”
“What?” I asked breathlessly.
“You still have the power to cancel all this.”
My eyes finally fluttered up to his, and I found his lips a lot closer than I had thought they were. His breath pulsated against my skin. His body heat engulfed me as I took a step toward him. I closed the gap between us as I curled my fingertips underneath the collar of his suit coat. I slid them down the angled slope, feeling his rippling muscles underneath that were begging to be set free.
I wouldn’t be stopping this. I couldn't.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
When his lips came down on mine, fireworks went off in my brain.
Logan
Her eyes turn from innocent to devious as her body slowly melted into mine. I felt the sparks between us. I couldn’t deny them. Our mutual desire was thicker than it had ever been. I couldn’t deny her, no matter how hard I tried. I knew we were breaking every social code in the book, but I didn’t care. The second she whispered for me to kiss her, I was done. The dam within me broke and my lips came down on hers.
And oh, how my head spun.
My desire for her was raging. I wanted her so badly. Even though my mind to stop, I kept shoving the raging voice off to the side. Lust took over my cock and desire fueled my hands forward. I slid my arms around to her back, finding the top of her zipper. I slid it down slowly as our lips moved together, tasting the tip of her tongue against mine. The tight green fabric fell effortlessly from her body, as if her skin couldn't wait to get closer to me.
Every time her lips puckered against mine, electricity surged through the tip of my cock. I didn’t want these clothes on her. I couldn't have cared less about the lingerie. We stripped one another of our clothing until we were clad in nothing but our skin. She moaned into my mouth. Both of our lips had swollen against the other’s pressure. I dropped down and fisted her ass, pulling her against my body as I picked her up off her feet. She giggled into my lips, a beautiful sound that draped me in a desire for her that I could no longer contain. If there had been any going back, that door had officially closed.
Ava was mine, and I wouldn’t stop until I had tasted every part of her again.
I walked her into the bathroom, and the smell of rose-scented bubbles wrapped around us. I sat her on the edge of the counter and kissed her cheek, down her neck, down her chest. She leaned back on her hands and opened herself to me, spreading her legs and allowing me to sit between her knees. My cock dripped with a need for her, but my tongue burned to taste her again.
I had made my tongue a promise that it would taste her if she showed up tonight, so I wrapped my lips around her nipple, stroking it to an engorged peak. Her moans fell heavily on my ears, and the heat pouring from between her legs was breathtaking. I felt it pounding against my pelvis. Her pussy practically begged me to dip down and taste it. I kissed her tits and nibbled up the skin of her breast, raising welts that had her panting for me.
“Lower, Logan.”
I groaned into her cleavage before kissing downward. My tongue traced the slope of her stomach. My lips fell into the toned lines of her strength. My hands fisted her hips, molding into her excess as her legs spread wide for me. I pressed her knees apart and backed up. I looked like a primal animal hovering over its meal after sinking my teeth into its jugular.
Ava was mine, at least for the night.
I bent down and lapped at her pussy, feeling her juices melt upon the tip of my tongue. Her head fell back as whimpers left her lips. Those whimpers and moans guided me through my motions. She tasted like salted honey, and her fluids were thick and juicy. Fucking hell, she was delightful. I sucked on her bare pussy lips and traced the tip of my tongue around her throbbing clit. I felt her jump and tremble, grinding against my lips, seeking more of what she wanted from my body.
“Logan, please. Don’t tease me. I need it.”
I was going to enjoy her a little while longer before I started pressing those buttons. I dipped my tongue into her sopping wet entrance, and she seized around me. Her heels went up on the edge of the bathroom counter, giving me a wondrous view of her body, her rolling curves and bo
uncing tits. Her thick thighs were splayed for me, glistening with her arousal. It was too much for me. I couldn't hold back. The way her chest heaved and her face flushed had my cock leaking streams of precum.
I dove into the depths of her body and didn’t resurface until she was crying out my name.
“Logan! Yes! I’m coming! Don’t stop! Oh, shit!”
I pulled her to my lips, crouching down in a squat. I didn’t want to miss a droplet of her. I wanted to drink her all up and fill my hungry stomach with her. I’d had plans, dinner plans. I had been going to feed her food and talk with her for a little while. But she was too much and I was too weak.
She moaned as I cleaned her up, leaving nothing behind to go to waste. Her legs fell from the counters as her body trembled, and as her arms gave out, I shot up and wrapped my arms around her. I cradled her close to me before her head fell back into the wall. I pulled her into my body and lifted her from her seated position, then carried her over to the bath.
“Time to ease those muscles,” I said.
I stepped into the bubbles and settled down to the bottom. When I got myself positioned, Ava straddle me. Her face fell into the crook of my neck as her swollen pussy lips pressed against my thick dick. I slid my hands all over her body, up and down her back, washing her with the bubbles. She kissed my neck. Her body rocked lightly against my throbbing cock. She kissed up my pulse point and around my cheek until her lips hovered over mine. Then our eyes connected.
“What now?” she asked.
My toes curled at the question. Holy fuck, she was going to let me teach her. I fisted her ass and used the water to draw her up until the tip of my dick was against her entrance. She sighed at the sensation, but I still watched for any sign she didn’t want this.
Then, with a resounding flop, she sank quickly down onto my dick.
“Holy hell,” I groaned.
My balls curled up into my body, and it took all I had not to explode inside her. She was tight, hot. Her walls were already massaging my rippling cock. Bubbles encompassed our bodies as water splashed onto the floor, and my hands soon migrated from her ass to her hips before I began to guide her movements.
“Swivel,” I said.
My eyes connected with hers, and she nodded. She swirled her hips around in a circle, getting a feel for being on top. She planted her hands on my shoulders and sat up, taking control of the sensations going on inside her body.
“Like this?” she asked.
“That’s it. Like that. Now, when a man—fuck.”
She giggled as my cock jumped inside her. “When a man does that?” she asked.
“Yes, when a man does that,” I said breathlessly.
She swiveled her hips sharply again, and I curled my toes to keep my mind focused. After all, I was the teacher.
“When a man does that, stop the swivel and do this.”
I lifted her up my cock before bringing her back down. I looked into her eyes as her head tilted to the side, and I did it again. I stroked myself with her, using the momentum of the water to keep her body light against mine. I dug my heels into the tub to keep myself from filling her too soon, but once I felt her legs engage, I knew I was done for.
“Up and down,” Ava said.
“Up—and down,” I choked out.
She rode my cock with precision, and my head fell back against the tub. This wasn’t like having sex with a beginner. She was a fast learner. She digested and drank in everything I said. And it felt amazing. My body come alive underneath her. My hips guided her faster and faster as water sloshed over the edges of the tub. Whimpers fell from her lips. Her fingers curled into my shoulders as she steadied herself, and I found myself growing breathless.
How was it that a recent virgin who’d only had sex once before was giving me the best sex of my life?
“What now?” Ava moaned.
I couldn’t speak for want of calling out her name.
“Logan, tell me what to do. What now?” she asked.
“Just don’t fucking stop,” I growled.
I thrust up into her, allowing my body to take control. Water splashed everywhere and our bodies were covered with bubbles. Ava crashed into me and I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her grinding down on me. My cock fit perfectly inside her body. I fit perfectly between her legs. I cloaked her back with my arms as she dug her nails into me, whimpering and kissing my neck.
My balls pulled in and my cock stuttered. I dug my heels into the bottom of the bathtub as I gripped tightly onto Ava. I stopped my thrusting. I wanted her to come one last time. I reached a hand between us and spread her pussy lips, allowing the tip of her clit to fall against my tightly wound curls.
Then I rocked against her swollen nub.
“Oh shit. Logan. Oh, oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Holy hell. Yes. It’s so— you’re so—I’m—”
I captured her lips with mine as my cock burst against her walls. I pushed deep within her before I ground against her clit. She jumped in my arms and whimpered as her body came apart. She quaked against my chest and gasped into my shoulder, her body involuntarily shaking as it rendered her silent.
“Sweet hell, Ava. You’re incredible.”
My cock painted her walls with my cum before I collapsed in the tub. Her body fell against mine, and we tried to catch our breath, shaking in pleasure against the other. We stayed like that until the water around us calmed, until the bubbles had all popped and the water grew cool. My cock stayed hard inside her body despite the juices leaking from between her legs. My balls were the emptiest they had ever been, but my dick was hard, filling her as she rested her soft, beautiful body against mine.
“Dinner?” I asked breathlessly.
“I really should get going,” Ava said.
That startled me, and I pulled back to look into her eyes. She slowly raised her head, her eyes still half-hooded with ecstasy. But if I had misunderstood her, she didn’t attempt to correct herself. Instead, she drew in a deep breath, pulled away from my body, and quickly climbed out of the bathtub.
“Steady. Move slowly. You might be—”
She slipped getting to her towel, and I launched out of the tub. I caught her as she grabbed the soft fabric, and she quickly worked it between us. I released her. It was obvious she was now uncomfortable. She scrambled out of the bathroom before she reached for her clothes. Then she moved out of view to dry off, to get dressed and leave.
I reached for a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I moved to drain the tub as Ava’s whispers trickled into the room. She was talking to herself, but I couldn't figure out what she was saying. She must have seen my moving shadow, because when I approached the doorframe, she stopped muttering.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked. I peered around the corner and was wholly disappointed to see her dressed.
“Just make sure you fill out your end of the paperwork, okay?” she asked.
I nodded as she slipped on her heels and stood. “Are you sure you don’t want to eat before you go?” I asked.
She nodded but refused to answer me. She picked up her purse from the floor before her eyes met mine, but the regret I expected to see wasn’t there. She acted like she was regretful. She moved as if she were. But what I saw behind her eyes wasn’t regret at all.
There was, however, guilt. It shrouded her vision, and it made me ache for her.
“I’ll see you later? Yeah?” Ava asked.
I nodded and watched as she moved toward the door.
“It was fun,” she said.
She turned to look back at me, and I nodded.
“It was, yes.”
“Catch you around,” she said.
It took everything I had not to reach out and wrench her back as she slid out of the door. I didn’t want her to leave. I wanted to hold her all night like I had the first time.
Fuck. I was in way too deep.
Ava
My phone ringing on Sunday morning woke me up. I expected to still be in that hotel, in that
bed, next to Logan with his arms wrapped around me. I groaned and rolled over, reaching for him before I remembered.
I had left.
The decision to leave was a good thing. I couldn’t have stayed curled up against him all night while he fed me food like he had the last time. My gut couldn’t take the guilt. The ringing of my phone ripped me from my trance and into the real world as I blinked up at the ceiling of my apartment.
I reached for my phone and picked it up. “Hello?” I asked groggily.
“Still asleep at eleven in the morning? Must’ve been a hell of a night. I’m sorry I missed it.”
“Camilla?” I asked.
“Who the hell else would it be? Why? You expecting a hot phone call I don’t know about?”
“You wouldn’t know about much since you haven’t been around.”
“Ouch. I’ll blame that on the lack of coffee. And speaking of, want to get some with me? Or maybe lunch since you’ve slept the day away? I’ve got so much to tell you, girl.”
I shook the sleep from my pleasure-addled mind before I sat up. The idea of getting together with Camilla the day after I had screwed around with her ex for the second time made me nervous. But more than that, it made me feel guilty. I was glad I had forced myself to leave last night. The last thing I needed was to be cuddled up to Logan while taking this insane phone call.
“Sure. Yeah. Lunch sounds good,” I said.
“See you soon! Can’t wait. I’ve missed my best friend.” Then she hung up.
For someone who was recently single due to doing something idiotic, she didn’t sound upset at all—which made me even more nervous. I slid from bed and pieced myself together, forgoing a shower since I’d scrubbed myself down the instant I had gotten home last night. I piled my hair in a bun and put sunglasses on to conceal how tired I was. Despite the hours I’d slept, they hadn’t been restful.
I grabbed my purse and slung it over my shoulder, then headed for my car. I prayed and hoped I wouldn’t give anything away. I hoped to God on high I didn’t smell like Logan or something. Because even though Camilla seemed to be in a decent mood now, she wouldn’t be if she figured out what was going on. But I was sure if she did find out and I explained what all had happened, she wouldn't mind—not since her little arrangement with her boss was apparently business as well.