by Lolah Lace
“Tonight I’m fucking you.”
“Nut-uh.” Did I just say nut-uh?
“Yes-uh.” He mocked. “I’m going to fuck you like Jesus commanded it.”
I swallowed hard. Okay, what do you say after that? Why he have to bring Jesus into our business.
Logan dashed over to me. I was quickly lifted off my feet and tossed on his bed. I landed on my back, but he was on top of me before I could lift my head off the mattress.
My body quaked. Like real live tremors quaked. Help me Lord.
“Hey.” He was gazing down at me. “Don’t be scared of me. I would never hurt you with anything but my dick.”
What’s that supposed to mean? I sank as deep into the mattress as I could, as deep as humanly possible. My panties were soaked with my juice. My little kitty cat was throbbing. My body had turned on me, abandoned me when we were supposed to be sticking together. I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn’t look him and that victorious face and those hypnotizing blue eyes. He thinks he’s won and he has. I felt his tongue lick my lips. He grazed my lips with a long, lush swipe of his tongue.
Ohhh’s and Ooooo’s oozed from my core and got trapped in my throat. My little pussy was pounding with neediness, wantonness, hungriness, all the damn nesses. Why was this happening to me?
Logan licked my cheek before moving back to my lips. Oh, my. He was licking me like a cat but not really kissing me. I squirmed under the weight of his body. He wasn’t completely laying on me, but he had me pinned down. I could still breathe but escape was not an option. Colonel Abrams song Trapped played in my head. Can’t you see I’m so trapped and I don’t know what to do.
Did I want to escape? That’s up for debate.
The urge to touch his smooth bare skin and pull him inside me clouded my judgment.
“All I ever wanted was to taste your skin.” Logan moaned into my earlobe and then licked the outer contours of that ear. My body was so heavy I couldn’t lift my arms off the bed. No. Stop. Don’t. Was readily replaced with— All you got to do is say yes.
Yes, yes, yes, one word played over in my brain.
He plunged his tongue inside my mouth. He sucked on my tongue until I could no longer breathe. He broke the wet connection to drag my arms above my head. I missed his lips as soon as they left me. Logan gingerly pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it.
Singer Tweet’s voice sang her popular lyrics in my head one good time. Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head. Oh, my.
He lifted my bra and devoured one of my breasts with his entire mouth. His hands were working on pulling my shorts down. I lifted my bottom to help him out with that task. Logan’s hand gently ran down my stomach, and his fingertips dug into the elastic rim of my panties. He rubbed his way down deep into he struck gold. His hand massaged me with a stimulating rhythm. His fingers caressed my pussy lips. He slipped two of his fingers into my folds and glided them up and down. I was wet and his fingers only alerted the rest of my body to where this was ultimately going.
I lifted my ass off the mattress to meet his body. I wanted the D. I really did. I couldn’t help it. Was he teasing me? He wouldn’t come down close enough for me to feel his erection? Did he have one? Was it average? Was it big? Did it work better than his tongue? I wanted to know. I really wanted to know.
My eyes were closed tightly as I tried to rub up against something. He rose higher every single time I tried to meet his body, his dick. Why was he playing with me? This is what he wanted. He won. I’m giving it up.
One of his fingers penetrated me and my mouth and eyes opened. Logan was staring at me. He was watching me as I begged for more than his finger with my total body.
“Okay.” He whispered as he removed his finger and lifted his body completely off of mine. He grasped a hold of my panties and swiftly discarded them. He reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. He tossed it somewhere.
“Pretty.” He referred to my breast as he kneaded one in his hand. I watched his eyes but I wanted to look down at his erection. I couldn’t break the trance. He rubbed my nipple into to a fine point. Whack! He slapped my breasts fast and hard. It stung like hell. I bit back a scream by biting my lip. Where did that come from?
Logan removed himself from the bed to remove his gym shorts. I was afraid to look at him completely nude. I didn’t have to think about it. He roughly grabbed my ankles and pulled my body down to the edge of the bed. My butt was still on the bed. Both of my feet had dropped to the floor. I lifted myself up on my forearms. I reluctantly looked straight ahead. His dick was staring me in the face. It wasn’t close to my face but the size made it look like it was in 3D.
He was large, very large, huge really and I had never bothered to notice. He was standing at attention, and I could even see the precum oozing from his smooth, generous dickhead. I gulped up all the air. My eyes roamed to his abs and rested back on his lovely generous dick. Just parting my pussy lips with that thickness would be a feat.
He was shaved completely. Not one single hair to dilute the size of his member. Hairless enhanced his size although that wasn’t needed.
Logan took both my hands and led me to stand. He kissed both of my hands before he lowered them to my sides. He softly kissed me on the lips. His kiss was kind, wet and gentle. His hands explored my collarbone and neck. His mouth traced my jawline and sucked on my earlobe.
“Did you miss me?” He groaned as my nipples brushed against his hard chest.
“Yes.” My mind was too scrambled to say more than one word.
Logan snuck one hand in my hair. He grabbed my messy ponytail and twisted my head to the left. It was unexpected and rough.
“Turn around. On your hands and knees.” He commanded and I had to do it. He had my hair firmly in his grip.
I turned around and climbed back on the bed, one knee at a time. I tried to crawl into the center of the bed but Logan yanked my hair keeping me right at the edge. He slapped my ass with his free hand. He forced my face down in the mattress with his heavy palm. My back caved in. My ass was up. I knew the position I just couldn’t believe I was in it. I couldn’t believe who put me in it.
My moist lower lips opened up anticipating a stiff intrusion. I lifted up a little to meet his body.
WHACK!
Fuck! Logan slapped my ass cheek hard.
“Put your fucking face in the mattress!” He roared like I never heard him roar before. What in the hell? I instantly went back down to first position. Both of his hands grabbed the sides of my hips. He rubbed his dick over my slippery opening but didn’t enter me. My heart beat like crazy. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe this was Logan and then I felt the head of his huge dick enter me. He guided his erection passed my pussy lips. I held my breath as he glided inside me. I tried to relax and spread to accommodate every inch of him.
He gripped my waist and pulled my fleshy skin away from my body. He twisted my meat and it hurt like a rug burn. It was a welcome distraction from his width that was stretching me beyond what I had grown accustomed to.
Logan rocked deep inside me and rested there for a second. He gripped my ass tight and twisted the skin on my ass. What was with grabbing my loose body fat? He angled his hips and rolled in slow circles, hitting my inner walls in a way that was going to make me drool. My pussy was wet and my mouth was getting there. My hands gripped the bed sheet. I thought I was going to break my fingernails off. He moved leisurely but with gradual increasing vigor. His strokes were sensuous but with accuracy and purpose.
I was used to getting banged out, but this was some grown man shit that only came from the brothers with skills. But Logan wasn’t a brother. He was Logan, and he had skills. Man-o-man, he had skills to pay the bills.
He picked up the pace, just a tad and made sure he hit every nook and cranny.
“Fuck! Can you feel that?”
Hell yeah, I can feel it in my fucking throat. “Yessssss!” I whimpered. My face started to sweat and the corner of my eyes s
tarted to leak. Tears? Why? I know why? This feels so fucking good. My body started to shiver. I was rejecting him. My pussy couldn’t take his dick anymore. My body couldn’t take this much pleasure. This angle made him delve inside me too deep. I was moaning too loud and too often.
“Shit, I’m going to explode.” He announced and I knew it was true because I was there too. I was soaking wet and my pussy was holding him inside too tightly for me to bear him anymore. He had to cum because I had a fierce orgasm coming in three, two, one.
“AHHHHHHH!!!”
Logan held my ass up in the air as he pumped cum inside me. I could actually feel his hot seed filling my insides as my pussy contracted around his dick.
“Fuck! Cheyenne!”
How much cum did he have? He kept pushing it in. He hadn’t given me the courtesy of a pullout. I was so confused about what we did I didn’t even care about his rudeness.
When he stopped moving, he just stood there with his dick still in me. I tried to rub my tears on the bed sheet. He couldn’t see that hotmessfoolishness. Maybe he would think the tears were sweat.
“Shit, you sucked the life out of me.” He mumbled as he bent over and kissed my bare back.
“My knees are weak.” It was true, but I realized how it sounded coming out of my mouth. Haha right, Logan made me weak in the knees.
Logan’s arm reached under my body and lifted me off the bed. His dick slipped out, and he crawled into the bed. He held me like a weighed nothing and placed me up at the center of the bed. He took a place at my side. He was lying on his back. I watched him as he looked up at the high vaulted ceiling.
He turned his head my way. He caught me staring but didn’t seem to mind.
“I wish I could have lasted longer. My dick was starving.” He wiped the sweat from his face with a quick swoop of his hand.
Lasted longer? It felt like we had been fucking for an hour. My insides were gushing fluids that saturated my inner thighs. My body felt like Jell-O. It ended right on time if you ask me. I was tired as hell and I didn’t even move my body much. I don’t think I moved at all. I didn’t even throw my ass back on him. I just took what he was serving. I just— I just— I just need some damn rest.
Logan took my hand in his hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed my knuckles. He hadn’t changed completely. He was still a sweetheart. That’s if you remove all the slaps I received tonight. That’s all I could remember. I was sleep after that.
***
Okay, so that happened. Like a true lady of leisure, I slipped out of Logan’s comfy bed in the middle of the night. I had earned the name harlot. There was no time for a shower. I didn’t want to wake Logan. I slinked my stankin’ ass out the apartment and drove myself home.
I was still so tired and weak. I needed a morning after pill. Maybe not, if I took a look at my calendar. The debate was clear. There were only two choices, twenty-four-hour pharmacy for the Plan B pill or home for Plan bath and bed. I’ll take the latter. I could barely keep my eyes open on this road. This is not me. This is not going to work. This can never ever happen again.
CHAPTER 20
The guilt ate me up. The overdose of sex filled me up. The next day I was haunted by the countless thoughts that clogged my brain. I never knew Logan had such a big dick. I never knew Logan knew how to use his dick. This was a one-time thing, and I wasn’t going to let Logan just pop back into my life and disrupt what I had going on.
I wanted to be with Juan but I just couldn’t face him. I ditched Juan because there was no way I was going to be able to be around him after what I had done. I called Juan on his cell. I told him I was coming down with a cold and I didn’t want him to catch it. Now I was making up lies to cover my tracks and to mask my deceit.
I checked my calendar and did the math on my menstrual cycle. I wasn’t close to ovulation. Thank god for small favors. The Plan B pill wasn’t necessary. Unprotected sex with Logan was not even something I ever considered. I needed to talk to him. I wanted to be a grownup for once. I had never run from anything or anybody, but Logan was dangerous. He made me weak, but he would never know it. He affected me. Deeply. Profoundly.
I typed out my text.
[We need to talk.] I hit send.
[ok]
He texted back so fast. A phone call wouldn’t do. I had face-to-face stuff to get off my chest. [Can I stop by?]
[anytime]
I hated his one-word texts. [I’m coming now.]
[ok]
I got in my car and drove over to Logan’s loft. I didn’t really rehearse what I was going to say, but I was going to say something profound. Something like …
Logan, last night was a mistake.
Logan, that shouldn’t have happened.
Logan, your penis is no longer welcomed in my vagina.
Logan, I don’t think we can be friends.
It only took a few minutes for me to drive to his place. I was sitting across from my long lost friend within minutes. I was smart enough to wear blue jeans. He couldn’t slip them off easy. Wait, what even makes me think he’s going to try something. Looking at him, he seems like a hit it and quit it type. He probably got some and wants to just go back to being friends. Friends, a term that I’m sure doesn’t fit us anymore. I hoped that was the case, a one-time bang. Bang, it sounded so vulgar, but I couldn’t reach for a better adjective.
Logan wasn’t saying shit. I wasn’t saying shit. I was posted up on his couch thinking too hard. He popped off the couch and caught my attention.
“Hey,” I said because things were weird. I forgot to speak to him when I entered. My head was a mess. I think I’m scared.
“Why do you look so sad?” He asked a question but left me and went into the area that would be the kitchen but there wasn’t a door.
I shrugged like a kid although he couldn’t see me. “I don’t, I don’t—”
“Oh, Chey stop thinking.” Logan strolled back in. He ambushed me with a glass of wine. It was like he was a mind reader. “You like Pinot Grigio right?”
“Yes.” I took a sip. It was chilled and smooth and definitely not the cheap stuff. “Where did you buy this?” I wanted to ask why did he buy this. He doesn’t drink wine. Or he didn’t in the past. I didn’t really know what he does now.
“I got it from Binny’s Beverage Depot. I grabbed a few bottles of Pinot and Red today just for you.” Logan left me and returned with what was left of the opened bottle of wine. He sat the bottle on the floor beside me and walked away.
Logan was and still is very considerate. I took another sip. “It’s good, the wine.”
“Is it?” He walked over to me. He was moving around too much. He was making me dizzy. He knelt down in front of me. He was kneeling in between my legs. His eyes were sinful.
He reached for my glass, and I handed it over. He tilted my glass to his lips and somehow this simple sip seemed overtly sexual. We had shared drinks and food before but things were different now.
“Yes, it’s pretty good.” Logan smiled as I blinked away the images that reappeared from last night. Lips, hands, kisses, sucking, fucking.
Logan handed my almost empty glass back to me. My sips were bigger than I thought.
“What happened yesterday?” I took another sip. I needed to have more than one glass to have this much-needed conversation.
“Oh, that.” His lips curled into a mischievous grin.
Yes, oh that. Logan hit it from the back. I can’t even begin to understand how that happened and he’s acting so cavalier. “I’m so confused.”
“Chey, what’s done is done. We can’t take it back.”
“All of that is true but—”
“No buts, life is too short. Live it. No regrets.” His hand was on my ankle. Why?
I gulped the rest of the drink down. Logan was too close. I reached down and grabbed the wine bottle off the floor. I was careful not to bump his face with my head. If I hadn’t drunk the first glass of wine, I would be shaking.
“Do you want me to pour it?” Logan took the bottle from my hands before I could answer. He removed the cork and tilted the bottle to my glass. He filled it up. I carefully brought the full glass to my lips and drunk it halfway down.
“Logan we made a mistake.”
“I didn’t make a mistake.”
“Logan.” I sang his name out like I was in concert.
“Can I eat your pussy?” Logan’s hand roamed up my leg.
“Logan, are you serious?” I took another drink.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just got here.” That was not the right thing to say so I why did I say it.
“I know. I really want to hang out between your legs.”
“How about we hang out right here and talk.”
“We are talking. I’m talking about oral sex. Can I get a taste?”
“That’s not a good idea.”
“Why not?” He whined, and it still had a masculine flair.
“Because I refuse to ever have sex with you again.”
“Oral is not real sex. I’m going to be doing all the work. All you got to do is open your legs. I’m fully dressed. I can’t fuck you through one layer of denim and one layer of cotton.”
“You can’t?” I don’t know why I was even entertaining this conversation.
“I haven’t smelled pussy up close in a long time.”
“I didn’t know pussy smelling was a thing.”
Logan licked his lips. “Yes, it’s a thing.” He put his hands on my knees and spread my legs farther apart.
“I think I should go home.”
“One lick for old times sake?” He was looking at my clothed pussy like he had x-ray vision. His hands were on my blue jeans button. He pushed my roll on skin up to get the button. He undid me.
I grabbed his hand. “Stop.” I unconvincingly said. Why was I even here?
“What’s the big deal?”
“My pussy is a big deal to me.”
“Do you want me to say please?”
No, Logan, I want to not want you. I want to not have a wet pussy under these panties and jeans.
He took his hands from under mine and stood. He peered down at me, and I couldn’t read his feelings from his facial expression.