by Amanda Black
We found a quiet spot to park, and the moment he turned off the engine, he lunged across the center console at me. He pulled me to him quickly, kissing me damn near senseless before I knew what was happening. I wanted to turn and face him straight on, but the bucket seats weren’t the easiest to maneuver in.
“Logan…oh… I mean, wait!” I put my hands up on his chest to push him back a bit.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked shyly.
“No, baby,” I panted. “You’re amazing, actually.”
“You called me baby,” he said slowly.
“I did, didn’t I?” It had sort of slipped out in the heat of the moment.
The slow smile that crept over his face made my stomach do somersaults. “I like it.”
“Good, because I like saying it.”
“So, why did you stop me?”
“I was going to say that it’s awfully cramped up here. Maybe we should move to the backseat.”
At the word backseat, all the color drained from his face.
“Uh, Eden… I don’t have any, uh… You see, I never dreamed this would happen… I mean, I wanted it, of course I did, but I never thought in my wildest dreams that we would do more than a little kissing tonight… Shit, I’m such an idiot!”
“Logan, relax,” I soothed, stroking the sides of his face slowly. “I don’t want to have sex yet.”
“Really?”
“No,” I shook my head. “Don’t get me wrong, sex in the back of your car might be on the menu sometime down the road, but that’s not how I want our first time together. I want to take my time with you.”
“Oh, God,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut at my words.
“But there’s no reason we can’t have a little fun.” I winked at him before getting out of the car and into the backseat. I would have climbed over the seat, but there’s just no way to look sexy while doing that. When I looked forward, I realized that Logan was still sitting up front in a daze. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
“Uh, yeah.” He slowly got out of the car and into the other side next to me. Sitting there for a moment as if collecting his thoughts, he finally turned to face me. “Eden, I’m really sorry for wigging out like that. I sort of panicked because I don’t have any protection, and I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself if we started. I don’t want to risk being irresponsible with you.”
“I appreciate that. Believe me, when the time is right, we’ll be as responsible as you want.”
“Thank you.” He seemed relieved to have the tricky subject of birth control out of the way.
“I also really like how open you’re being with me. I think it’ll be better if we can talk. You can tell me anything, okay? I don’t care how embarrassing it is; if there’s something you want to ask, I won’t laugh at you or judge you. I hope that if you’re curious and want to try things together, you’ll let me know. I know there are things I want to try.”
His breathing began to pick up, and his gaze darted back and forth between my eyes and my mouth. When he spoke, it was barely a whisper. “What…what do you want to try?”
“That’s a pretty long list, Logan,” I said, inching closer to him. “How about I start with what I’d like to try tonight?”
“Tell me.” He was nearly panting now, and I hadn’t even touched him. The husky tone of his voice was more than a little arousing.
“Well,” I said, leaning even closer, practically whispering in his ear. “I’d really like to touch you, and I’d love to feel your hands on me. If you’re comfortable with that.”
He grunted loudly, slumping over until his forehead was resting on my shoulder. When he finally spoke, his words came out almost jumbled, in frenzied gasps and whispers against my skin. He punctuated each brief pause with kisses and licks on my neck and collarbone. “God, Eden! You have no idea—how long I have wished to hear you say something like that to me—I want you so much—I’ve been afraid to get too close to you—worried you’d think I was weird for how much I want you.”
“Weird?” I asked, shoving my hands into his hair and holding him to me firmly as he kissed my skin. “Believe me, it does the opposite of make me think you’re weird.” He was driving me absolutely insane.
His hot lips and tongue worked their way up higher, biting and nipping along the way until he was panting in my ear and I was breathless. “I’ve never wanted anyone this way… So much—so much need… I think about you all day—all damn night…”
“Oh, God,” I gasped, pulling his mouth to mine as I leaned back against the seat, forcing him to partially lie on top of me. I could feel his hand settle tentatively on my waist as we kissed, but that wasn’t going to cut it. “Touch me, please!”
I grabbed his hand and placed it on my right breast, holding him there until he began to grip it himself.
He grunted into my mouth, his hips bucking against me as his large hand squeezed me through my sweater. It felt wonderful, but he still wasn’t close enough for me.
“Logan, wait.” I pushed him up a bit so there was enough room between us. His eyes were fiery behind his glasses, searching out my features to see why I’d stopped him. “Help me take this off,” I said, tugging at my sweater.
His eyes nearly bugged out of his head, but he quickly complied, lifting and pulling at the offending fabric until we successfully removed it. I tossed it down on the floorboard next to me and looked back up at him with a smile. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” he croaked, staring down at the pink cotton cloth that was the only thing left covering my chest. “You are so beautiful.” His voice was full of wonder and awe, making me feel like a precious treasure.
He leaned forward, kissing and licking across the exposed tops of my breasts, as if worshipping the parts that were in view. His hands slowly joined in the mix, gripping and squeezing them through the thin cotton, eventually pushing them together to exaggerate my cleavage—where he buried his face and groaned.
“Here, let me get this out of the way, too.” I didn’t want to take my bra all the way off, in case I needed to get dressed again in a hurry, so I started to pull the straps down over my shoulders. When Logan realized what I was doing, he backed up on his knees to watch. I noticed as he looked down at me that his glasses were fogged over. “Why don’t we take these off, too?” I asked with a giggle, reaching up to pull at the frames.
“Not yet,” he replied quickly, grabbing my hand. “I want to see you first. I need to see you as clearly as possible.” He quickly wiped them off with his shirt and put them back on, staring down at me intently.
Flattered at his obvious desire, I went back to pulling down my straps. Once my arms were free, I watched his face closely as I pulled the cups downward, turning them inside out to expose my bare breasts.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. We both watched transfixed as his long fingers reached out, ghosting over the round swells of flesh, inching closer to the tightened rosy tips in the center, just hovering there, as if he were afraid I would shatter.
“Touch me,” I pleaded again.
He made a choked sobbing sound before ripping his glasses off and chucking them in the ledge of the back window. He buried his face in my cleavage again, and I felt his soft lips kissing and nipping at the bare flesh frantically, his hands gripping me firmly and squeezing. I felt more than heard him grunt against one hardened nipple as he took it in his mouth, suckling on it while he pinched and rolled the other between his fingers. After a few moments like that, he swapped sides and repeated his worshipping all over again.
Holy shit!
I’d never been so close to coming over nothing more than some nipple play.
I ran my hands up and down his back, but the fabric of his shirt was blocking me from the warm skin I craved. Grabbing the material, I pulled at it until he got the message and leaned back just enough to yank his shirt over his head and toss it down next to mine.
At the risk of sounding like a broken record… Holy sh
it!
Logan had quite the body going on underneath his clothes. He had great muscles—nothing overly huge like Devon, but firm and toned in all the right places.
“Is something wrong?” he asked nervously when I continued to stare at his chest with my mouth hanging open.
“Uh, no. Not at all.” I smiled up at him. “I was just thinking that you are the beautiful one.”
“Oh,” he said, dipping his head down shyly. “Um, Devon’s been helping me work out on the weekends. He said it was payback for always giving him a ride.”
I reached up slowly and ran my fingertips across his stomach muscles, loving how they twitched at my touch. I dragged them higher up his body until I was circling his own flat, copper nipples. They pebbled instantly at the contact, and the loud groan he let out filled the car.
“You like that?” I asked, watching him throw his head back and bite his lip, getting more aroused by the second. He could only nod, too caught up in the sensation. I rose up a bit, holding myself up by the heels of my hands until I could kiss along his chest. I flicked my tongue over his nipples, one at a time, before sucking on them harder and biting down gently with my teeth.
He groaned again, bucking his hips against me more firmly this time. He pushed me back down and covered my body with his own, the feeling of his warm skin next to mine making my head spin. He kissed me fiercely, swirling his tongue in my mouth as he gripped and fondled my breasts.
Before long I could feel him slowly rocking his hips into mine, the hard bulge in his jeans teasing me where I wanted more friction. I was pulsing and throbbing between my legs, and every brush against me only flooded me with more moisture.
“Logan,” I panted. “I’m so wet for you… I want you so much it hurts!”
He buried his face in the crook of my neck and cried out almost painfully, slamming his hips into mine more roughly. “Oh, Eden, please…please,” he cried. “Please let me touch you. I need to feel you… I really want to try and make you feel good.” The raw hunger on his face when he pulled back to look at me spoke more than any amount of words.
His passion was so powerful that all I could do was nod mutely, reaching down between us to unbutton my jeans. I lifted my hips enough to pull them down a bit, just enough to give him room to touch me.
“Why don’t you want to take them off?” he asked. “I want to see you.”
“Because if I get my pants all the way off around you right now, I might break my promise to be responsible. You’ll have plenty of time to see me later. Now, come here.”
He nodded and moved back over me, propping himself up on one hand. Leaning in to kiss me again, he ran his free hand down my cheek before letting it drop lower. He stroked my breast a few times, pinching my nipple as he went, then ventured lower over my belly until he was playing with the elastic of my underwear. Shooting me one last questioning look to make sure it was okay, he slipped his hand beneath the material.
I was so slick with moisture that it was almost embarrassing. My outer lips were completely covered and my panties were soaked. I felt his long fingers searching, reaching until he encountered the wetness that waited for him.
He made another choking sound, and I looked up to see him clenching his eyes shut. Without opening them, he moved his fingers lower until they slipped right between my folds. A loud groan tore from his throat and he stopped moving for a moment, his entire body shaking above me. He took a few seconds to collect himself, breathing in deep, choppy breaths. When he finally opened his eyes again they had a new look of determination.
“Show me how to touch you.”
I didn’t even think about being embarrassed. I simply nodded and reached down, covering his hand with my own. I pushed two of his fingers deeper until he was centered over my throbbing bundle of nerves. “This is where you rub when you want to make me come fast for you,” I whispered, swirling his fingers around in tight circles, moaning at the sensation. Logan’s breathing was becoming more ragged, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from where our hands disappeared between my legs. “And this,” I said, pushing his hand farther down, “This is where you’ll fit inside me.” I spread my legs a bit wider and brought his fingers to my opening, moaning loudly as he started pushing them inside.
“Does that hurt you?” he asked, slowly moving his two fingers deeper. “It’s so—oh, God, it’s so fucking tight!”
“No,” I gasped. “It feels amazing.”
“What do I do now?”
“Just keep pushing them back and forth inside me,” I panted.
“You want me to fuck you with my fingers?” he moaned, moving them a little faster, sliding deeper each time.
“Yes!” I cried out. “Oh, God, yes.” I wondered if he even realized that what he was saying was totally hot, because whether he meant it to or not, his dirty talk was driving me insane. I started to move my hips with him, rocking into his hand.
“Oh, God, Eden, you look so sexy like this!” he whimpered. “I want to make you come. Please, please help me make you come for me.”
I reached for his hand again, angling it a bit so that he could rub my clit with his thumb as his fingers moved inside me. “It feels so good when you touch both at the same time. Just—God, just keep doing that… I’m already so close.”
He began thrusting his fingers deeper and circling his thumb just right and—holy fucking hell, did that boy have some raw talent. I started to feel the telltale coiling and tightening in my lower belly and, before I knew it, I was grinding into his hand roughly, screaming and crying out his name while my body exploded into a fit of tremors underneath him.
Wow…that was new.
Someone actually giving me an orgasm rather than just taking them.
“Was that okay?” he asked quietly, slowly pulling his hand away.
“Logan,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. “That was so much more than okay.” I quickly pulled my jeans back into place and buttoned them, really wanting to kick them off the rest of the way and jump on him. “That was amazing.”
He smiled proudly, but I noticed that he was preoccupied with staring down at his fingers. When I looked closer, I could see that they were glistening in the moonlight, still covered with my wetness, and he was swirling his thumb against them in wonderment.
“So slippery,” he whispered to himself. I watched as he brought them up to his nose and sniffed once, grunting low in his chest before flicking his tongue against them. The next thing I knew, he had sucked them into his mouth and proceeded to clean them off with a loud groan.
Oh. My. God.
I didn’t care if everyone else in the entire world thought it was gross; that was the most primal, instinctual, and sexual thing I had ever seen in my entire life.
And it made me want him even more.
“Get up on your knees for me,” I told him, breaking him out of his trance. “I want you to straddle me.”
“Why?” he asked, confusion written all over his face as he moved to appease me.
“Because I need to touch you, Logan. I need to touch you so bad that I’m going out of my mind. But I want you up here over me so I can’t get my legs around you.” I didn’t trust myself to not yank my jeans back down the second I got my hands on him.
“Oh, God,” he moaned. “Eden, I don’t know how long I can handle this. I’m hanging on by a thread already. Watching you like that, touching you… It was hotter than anything I’ve ever dreamt about.”
“That’s okay,” I explained. “Don’t try to make it last right now. This is about me making you feel as good as you made me feel.”
He moved where I asked him, straddling my waist with one knee against the back of the seat and his other leg braced on the floorboard. It was a little awkward, but it allowed me to look up at him like I wanted.
I put both of my hands on his thighs, sliding them up slowly while I looked him in the eye. The closer I got, the slower I moved, until he was whimpering above me. Once I was finally there, right the
re, at the large bulge straining against the denim of his jeans, I gently covered it with both of my hands.
“Oh!” he gasped, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. I gripped him a bit more firmly, feeling him through the material.
“Can I touch you, Logan?”
“Yes!” he gritted through his teeth, looking almost tortured.
I made quick work of his button and zipper, anxious to see what was waiting for me. When he was completely unfastened, I pulled his jeans down over his hips, bringing his underwear with them. His prominent erection sprang free, bobbing up and down in front of me a few times.
Wow!
It was gorgeous.
I mean, I knew bigger ones existed, I had seen porn, but his was long and thick and just…perfect.
“God, Logan, you are so sexy.” I went to reach for him, but thought better of it, pulling my hands up to my mouth and licking my palms thoroughly. “Don’t worry if this is over fast. Just enjoy it.”
I was gentle at first, sliding my fingers up and down his smooth skin. He made a loud hissing sound and jerked at the contact, slowly relaxing into my touch. Holding himself very still with his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful, he watched as I wrapped my slick palms around his shaft. I used both hands, end to end, to cover his length completely, sliding them back and forth.
“Oh—oh, God… Oh, Eden.” His frantic, repetitive words were sexy as hell, encouraging me to grip him more firmly.
“Move your hips,” I instructed, loving the feel of my hands slipping over his hardened flesh. “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”
“Ooooooh…. Oh fuck…” His moans almost sounded pained, like he was in agony. “Eden—oh, God, baby—I can’t hold it!”
“Then come for me. I want you to.” God, did I want him to.
“But—where?”
“Here,” I said, glancing down at my still-exposed breasts. “I want you to come on my tits.”
“Oh fuck!” he cried out, jerking his hips forward rapidly. Just hearing me say the words sent him over the edge. I watched as he pumped thick bursts of warm fluid all over my chest, and I would be a damn liar if I said it didn’t turn me on even more.