‘You’re not imagining it,’ I whispered. ‘But …’
‘No but’s, no talking each other out of this. Let’s just have one perfect night and we can talk about what it means tomorrow. I was stupid to suggest The Dalton, though I promise I’ve not been able to face taking anyone back there since that night with you.’
‘You haven’t?’ I exclaimed, searching his eyes to see if he was lying to me.
‘I haven’t. I didn’t want to ruin the memory of what I had there with you. You’re under my skin, Summer Beresford. I’m falling for you. So damn hard I don’t even know which way is up anymore.’
‘Logan,’ I sighed, as my eyes filled up again, he seemed so sincere.
‘Just kiss me,’ he ordered, his voice hoarse with emotion. I dropped my treasured clutch bag onto the floor as I reached up and weaved my fingers behind the back of his neck, stood on my tiptoes and let my lips brush softly against his, shivering at the sparks that crackled between them and the groan he let out. In a split second his tongue was in my mouth, plundering and taking me forcefully as he pressed up against me, trapping me between his hard body and the wall behind me as he clasped my face. I whimpered as I felt his large erection grinding against my stomach. He could have anyone he wanted, paid or unpaid, yet he’d come back for me. Me. He was right, we could discuss what that meant in the morning, right now I just wanted him. Months of dreaming about him, fantasising about him coming back to my house for me, romanticising him carrying me off into the sunset in his arms, and here he was. ‘Summer, I need you,’ he whispered, as he finally broke away panting. ‘But not here, not in a stairwell.’
‘Where?’
‘Your hotel?’ he questioned, as he bent down to grab my bag and I quickly tried to smooth my ruffled hair back into place.
‘No,’ I uttered. ‘Some of the cast are there and there may be journalists waiting too, I don’t need the extra attention, not when I’ve already been pictured with you and said you’re just a friend.’
‘Follow me then,’ he ordered, as he handed me my bag, unlocked the door and grabbed my hand. I followed him back into the corridor, it was deserted, the party was in full swing and the noise of the music could be heard drifting down towards us. He called for the lift, pulled me inside and pressed a button for the basement as he dug his phone out of his trouser pocket. ‘James, can you meet me at the service entrance? We want to avoid photographers.’
I looked up at him as he spoke and felt my stomach flutter. “I’m falling for you.” He’d really said that to me? This sinfully handsome man wanted me. I thought of all the trouble he’d gone to tonight, to make my evening even better. My flowers, dress, probably the knickers as he seemed to like me in that blue judging by the dress he purchased for me on my original booking. He’d also arranged the loan of this beautiful jewellery and the car to make my parents feel special. He hadn’t had to do that, no one was paying him this time. He smiled down at me as he nodded.
‘Yes, we,’ he said into his phone with a grin and a wink. I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arms around his waist as I nuzzled against his chest. All the cocktails were making me brave. ‘I guess … mine,’ I heard him say as his free arm snaked around me, holding me tightly to him. ‘No need to make a big deal out of it, James … whatever, see you in a minute.’
‘A big deal out of what?’ I mumbled against his jacket.
‘Nothing,’ he replied, as he kissed the top of my head and tucked his phone in his pocket. He stayed holding me until the lift trembled as it reached its destination, then he grabbed my hand again and looked left and right. He stopped to check a fire escape map on the wall, then hurried me down a maze of corridors. He stopped just short of some exit doors and undid his jacket and shrugged it off. ‘Turn around, arms out,’ he ordered as he held it up. ‘It’s gone cold out and you have bare arms.’
‘What about you?’
‘I’ll be fine, I’m worried about you, do as you’re told please.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I grinned and saw his nostrils flare as his eyes narrowed. I turned around and let him help me pull it on. I pulled it tightly around me and tried to sniff it without him noticing, blushing as I heard him chuckle.
‘I take it I smell good?’
‘It’s nothing to do with you,’ I retorted, embarrassed. ‘Didn’t your in depth research on me tell you I was a tuxedo sniffing freak?’
‘Funnily enough, no,’ he laughed, as he spun me around and tilted my head back to examine my face before sighing. ‘I mean it, Summer. This isn’t Logan Steele the escort speaking. This is me. You affect me … so deeply.’
‘If it’s not Logan Steele, then who am I with now?’ I asked, as I looked into his sincere grey eyes.
‘Summer, I’m …’
‘Hey, what are you doing down here? It’s restricted access,’ yelled a voice behind us.
‘Shit. Security. Unless you fancy being locked up for the night, can you run in those heels?’ he grinned.
‘I can give it a damn good try.’ I giggled as he grabbed my hand and slammed down the bar to open the alarmed exit doors. I hitched up my dress with my other hand and we started running up the ramped exit, with the guard yelling behind us.
‘Start the engine, James,’ shouted Logan as we approached the limo, like we were running from a jewellery heist. James moved with impressive speed around to the driver’s side and the engine was purring before we even made it to the car. Logan shoved me through the open door and I landed sprawled on the seat laughing my head off as he crashed down beside me, slammed the door shut behind him and I heard the screech of tyres as James sped away. I struggled upright and turned to face Logan who was laughing as well, but we both stopped as we locked eyes. Seconds later I was straddling his lap, hands in his hair as our mouths melded in an inferno of blistering heat. He shoved his jacket off my shoulders and reached for the zip at the back of my dress. I could barely breathe, I was on the point of hyperventilation. Every part of my body was screaming for him to touch it, nothing compared to having his lips or hands on me.
‘Ahhh,’ I whimpered, as I felt his fingers move down my spine in time with the zip. My skin felt parched, starved of a sensual touch. Sure Daron “grasped” at me during filming, but nothing about it felt like it was for my pleasure. I knew Logan couldn’t be totally selfless, that he must get something out of it, but even so, his fingers were so delicate. Had it really been ten months since he last touched me? He groaned as he pulled the dress away from my chest and my bare breasts came into view. I felt my cheeks flush as he stared at my chest, licking then biting his lower lip before his eyes moved slowly up to meet mine. I gasped at the look in them, pure unadulterated lust, but something else was there deep in the recesses, something that terrified but excited me at the same time. I couldn’t let myself imagine what that look was.
‘Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?’ he murmured softly, as he reached up with his hand and brushed my cheek with his fingers. I leaned into them and closed my eyes, he constantly surprised me. I’d expected him to go at me frantically, yet he was still being all tender and gentle. I gasped and my eyes flew open as his tongue circled one of my sensitive nipples, making it pucker as his fingers gently pulled on the other one. I pushed my shoulder back and let out a cry. ‘Summer,’ he sighed as he enveloped it in his mouth, nibbling, sucking, licking. I raked at his hair with my short finger nails as tears of utter bliss streamed down my face.
‘Logan,’ I mewled. I longed to touch his naked body again, to feel those hard slabs of muscle beneath my fingers, not least that muscle I could feel flexing at the apex of my thighs. I could barely recall anything about it, except for how good it had made me feel, how I loved the taste of it as he’d instructed me in how to lick and suck it. I was sure I wouldn’t remember what to do, he’d need to show me again. I reached down with trembling fingers to grip his zip and his fingers immediately circled my wrists.
‘What are you doing?’ he asked gruffly.
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p; ‘I want … to touch you again,’ I whispered, as he looked up at me.
‘Not yet, this is for you. How long since anyone touched you, properly?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘When was the last time you had sex, Summer?’ he demanded, a hint of jealousy in his voice.
‘I … I haven’t,’ I said quietly, ashamed.
‘What?’ he looked at me confused.
‘You were my last. My first and my last. Does that make me less desirable?’ I enquired as my heart beat a little faster, wondering if it would put him off me. He lifted my hands to his mouth as his lips curved into a wide smile.
‘It makes you more desirable, to me,’ he advised, as he kissed my fingers.
‘Why? I’m so naïve, I’ve learned nothing new since that night together.’
‘Which means that I can be your teacher, in all things. Everything with you is a first. You’re truly my virgin. Mine,’ he breathed, as he rubbed his cheek up and down my hands.
‘But you … you’ve been with lots of women since.’ My voice was shaking at the thought of it, of someone else experiencing tender moments like this with him.
‘No,’ he shot back, as he flipped his eyes back up to look into mine. ‘I told you earlier, I’ve been with clients, Summer. I’ve not had one personal relationship. No one’s meant to me what you did, what you do. I’ve never broken my rules for anyone.’
‘But I don’t understand why, what’s so special about me? I’m just …’
‘Sssshhhh,’ he ordered, with two fingers against my lips. ‘I can’t answer why. I’ve asked myself that question a million times over. All I know is that no one has ever stirred these feelings inside of me, invaded my thoughts constantly, inappropriately. I told you I’m falling for you, Summer. I just want the chance for you to fall with me.’
‘I don’t understand what you’re saying, what you expect from me,’ I mumbled against his fingers, my stomach fluttering at his seeming sincerity.
‘Talk tomorrow. Action now. You need to be reminded how good I feel inside you. Take off the dress. Let me see you in those knickers I selected to go with your eyes, I want to see if I remembered the colour right.’
‘You did choose them,’ I smiled as I carefully lifted one knee after the other and slid the dress out from under me. ‘And the car for my parents?’
‘Do we have to talk about your parents when I’m staring at you virtually naked, with pretty damn indecent thoughts running through my brain,’ he groaned as he ran the tip of his index finger around my navel and down to the fitted lace boy shorts I was wearing. I inhaled sharply as he let that solitary finger skim over the crotch and I dug my fingers into his shoulders as he let out another groan. ‘You’re wet. All for me?’
‘Yes,’ I blushed. ‘Just looking at you makes me … excited.’
‘Excited,’ he repeated. ‘I can’t wait to taste you again, but right now I need you. Remove your knickers, quickly,’ he ordered, as he released me and moved his hands down to tug at his zip. I did as I was told, awkwardly yanking them over each ankle and shoe, as I looked back down I took a deep gulp. He was rolling a condom over himself, however big I’d remembered he was, however big I’d tried to explain to a wide eyed Mandy, was nothing compared to what was standing to attention in front of me. He grabbed my hips and suddenly hissed through his teeth. ‘What did you do?’ he uttered, as he stared in amazement at my naked pussy.
‘I … it was required by the film’s producers,’ I replied nervously, trying to read his reaction to my lack of hair, unlike the last time he’d seen it. ‘It doesn’t please you?’
‘Everything about you pleases me. Kiss me again, you’re going to need something to take your mind off the pain, because I’m rock solid for you and it’s going to hurt as much as that first time did.’
‘But the second time will feel better? Just like it did last time?’ I asked, as he slid the head of his erection through my puffed up folds and nestled it against my quivering opening.
‘Every time will feel better and better, I promise,’ he nodded, as he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and forced his tongue back into my mouth, just in time to muffle my scream of pained pleasure as he used his other hand to push my hip, bearing my frame down onto him.
Logan
I kissed her forcefully as I breached her tight entrance and she flowered open for me. She screamed into my mouth, as I shuddered and groaned. I’d forgotten how tight and warm she was, I felt like I’d come home, I was right where I was meant to be. The joy that had flowed through my veins to hear that no one else had slept with her, since I’d taken her virginity, was indescribable. She really belonged to me, our time together had meant something to her too. I slowed the kisses down as I realised she wasn’t moving on me and my heart warmed. She’d never been on top, she had no idea what to do. Some men may find that a turn off, not me, I loved it. I had so much to teach her, so much more pleasure to give her and I couldn’t wait. Tonight though, I didn’t have time, I was so close to unloading in her as it was, I needed to make her come so I could find my own release. Training could start another day. I gripped her backside and slid off the seat onto my knees and twisted, laying her diagonally along the seat opposite, silently cursing the fact that I hadn’t reserved the stretch limo for more room. She lay there, her breasts standing up perfectly, those stunning innocent blue eyes of hers looking up at mine and I felt like a dagger had just pierced my heart. I never wanted her to look at anyone else like that ever again. I wanted to be everything she ever needed.
‘Summer,’ I whispered, as I slowly pulled my hips back and watched her lips create a perfect large circle as she inhaled. I slid back in, gritting my teeth as she squealed and a flash of pain flickered across her face. Wet as she was, I knew I was too big for her again. It was going to take a lot of practice for her muscles to accept me willingly, but I hated the fact that I was making her suffer, when I was feeling such bliss. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.’
‘No, I wanted this, I wanted to feel again. I’ve been numb since you drove away that day. Even pain is better than feeling numb,’ she uttered sincerely.
‘I … I …’ I swallowed the words that were trying to escape from my throat. It was ridiculous. My second night with her, I barely knew her, I couldn’t have feelings like this so soon. What kind of spell had she weaved over me? Her cheeks were a beautiful pink and the tears in her eyes only enhanced that blue, making her pupils look like volcanic islands surrounded by clear blue oceans. She cried out again, as her fingers gripped my biceps and her back arched. ‘Wrap your legs around my hips,’ I ordered between pants for air. It may not be fast and furious sex, but she took my damn breath away all the same.
‘Logan,’ she moaned, as she did as she was told and I angled deeper into her. I pushed my fingers into her hair and clasped her face as I started to kiss her again, her hands clasping the back of my head as I moved my hips, slamming against hers as our momentum built. She started trembling below me, as her muscles started to ripple around my painfully swollen shaft. God, how I longed to feel the warmth of her insides caressing my skin, without this damn rubber in the way. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex without a bloody condom. I moaned, actually moaned, as I felt her crescendo rising, I was so close to coming, she stripped away all of my self-control. I started doing multiple times tables in my head to try and quench my desire to come, but her heated mewls in my mouth kept dragging my thoughts back to how my cock was making her feel, how she was making me feel.
‘Summer, please, I need you,’ I begged, as I pulled my mouth back and looked down at her through hooded eyes. She was fighting coming too. ‘I’ll give you more, so many orgasms, give into this one, now.’
‘Prom … ise?’ she gasped between rapid breaths.
‘Promise, try stopping me,’ I nodded.
‘I’ll … remind you,’ she smiled, as her eyes started to glaze over. I buried my face in her neck, gently biting and sucking it as
I moved faster, her hands slipping down to slide into my trousers and boxers to grip my buttocks and drag me further into her, as she started to quake.
‘God damn it, you wreck me,’ I groaned as I tensed up and unloaded more come than I ever had into my rubber coat. I wanted to collapse on her, but I remembered her first experience, where she’d been trapped below the weight of her neighbour as he tried to rape her, I didn’t want to invoke the same feelings, so I reluctantly pulled out and kneeled on the floor as I tied off my condom and quickly zipped myself up. She lay there on the seat, the occasional convulsion tearing through her sensational body. I longed to part her legs and lick her, but we were nearly there. I gently pulled her knickers up to her hips and lifted her with one hand as I hitched them up. There was no time to put her dress on, so I carefully folded it and put it in the corner, grabbed my tuxedo jacket and sat her up as she gazed at me completely stupefied. ‘Hey, lift your arms for me, baby.’
‘I feel so tired,’ she slurred. I smiled, it was late, she’d had an exciting night, obviously too much to drink and a powerful orgasm, which after so long without sex was bound to have taken it out of her. I pulled my jacket around her and buttoned it up, running my fingers through her silky soft hair which was coming loose. ‘Where are we?’ she yawned as the limo came to a halt.
‘Home,’ I replied.
‘My home?’
‘No, mine. I’ve never brought anyone here, Summer. That’s how special you are,’ I replied, as I scooped her into my arms.
‘I’m special,’ she repeated with a smile, as her head flopped against my shoulder.
‘Very,’ I confirmed, as I kissed her temple and watched her fighting to keep her eyes open. ‘Go to sleep for me.’
‘But sex,’ she groaned.
‘Can wait until the morning, when you’re feeling more with it. I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes,’ I whispered sincerely. She gave me a half-smile as her eyes closed and she nuzzled into my neck and my heart completely broke, as I looked down at her in my arms. My beautiful girl was mine again, at least for the night.
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