by Tina Donahue
He lifted his heels from the damp floor and brought them down with an audible tap. “Damn.”
This time, Tessa gave in to tenderness, kissing the left side of his ass, his injury. He didn’t appear to notice what part of him she’d chosen. She hadn’t expected him to, given how she fondled his balls. As she continued caressing them, she’d lifted her free hand to the furrow between his cheeks. Her finger circled his anus.
He wiggled a bit, then surprised her by spreading his legs even more. Inviting her bold touch.
Tessa gave it. Squeezing his sac gently, working the tip of her finger past his tight ring of flesh, suckling his ass, the ravaged skin not bothering her because it was a part of him.
If only he could have felt the same.
Not that she was in a position to judge. Even though he clearly didn’t mind her imperfections, Tessa was still all too aware of them.
Her intimacies with his ruined skin finally proved more than Logan could bear. “Enough.”
His gruff manner didn’t fool Tessa. Nor did the fact that he’d moved to the side, away from her.
Sitting back on her heels, her thighs spread, she lifted her face and watched his retreat. He took a moment to calm his breathing, then turned to face her. Water dripped from his long lashes, the tip of his nose and chin.
Tessa reached for the soap, to continue washing him.
Before she could grab the bar, he sank to his knees and pushed her down, then unfolded his body over hers. With her legs wrapped around his lean hips, Tessa gave herself to him freely, fully. She understood and accepted that at this moment he didn’t want her to see his scars. Nor did he want to talk. He demanded nothing except sex, entering her with one savage thrust.
Tessa cried out in delight, grateful to have this…to simply be with him.
Logan covered her mouth with his, muting the noises she made, demanding silence and acquiescence to all he craved, no matter how salacious or fleeting. What he’d paid for.
A pleasure slave. An escort.
Chapter Ten
He was content finally. Fucking floating on air. Enjoying a whole lot of indulgence, then blessed peace.
During the following day, Logan gave Tessa none of it. Peace that is. He couldn’t seem to get as physically close as he required, touch her enough to slake his carnal hunger. With his erotic fantasies set free, he used his silk ties to secure her wrists and ankles, knotting the ends around the squat legs of the pool’s chaise lounge, leaving her spread eagle. Trapped. His.
It was another flawless afternoon, just a few wispy clouds, the air sweet and wonderfully mild. He’d positioned one of the large umbrellas so the sun didn’t touch Tessa’s skin. Had to protect his lady since he hadn’t rubbed her down with suntan lotion. She was fully bared and vulnerable, wearing nothing except her belly gems. Logan hadn’t even allowed her to put on any makeup, telling her earlier that she didn’t need it.
She’d rolled her eyes. “I think you need glasses.”
Slapping her ass playfully, he’d said, “It’s what I want. You naked, except for this.” He’d fingered her jewelry.
She’d submitted to his preferences and now looked up at him from her prison, arms above her head, legs spread wide. The chaise’s seafoam green cushion complemented her eyes, though it was no match for their beauty. Her mussed hair was a pale cloud around her face, making her seem both innocent and sexy beyond belief.
Logan stared at her for minutes, taking sips of his beer as he padded around the chaise to get a better view of her pinkish nipples and the delicate folds between her legs. His scrutiny excited her as much as it did him. A flush covered her chest, throat, and cheeks. He witnessed the first hint of moisture dampening her cunt, preparing it for him.
Not yet.
Not for a long while.
He dropped another cushion next to her chaise, using it to protect his knees as he leaned over and carefully separated her vaginal lips, exposing her clit.
Tessa’s back arched. She dug her heels into the foam pad to lift her ass, bringing her cunt closer to him. Wanting this.
She wasn’t acting, putting on an escort show, and Logan certainly appreciated the gesture. However, he wasn’t of a mind to give Tessa the release she needed. Not right away. He suckled the insides of her thighs until her breathing picked up. The moment it had, he traced the length and contours of her cleft with the tip of his tongue.
She wiggled in response, wanting him on the right spot, her needy nub.
He took his time, approaching it slowly, finally giving it one quick lick.
Tessa inhaled sharply.
Didn’t sway Logan one bit, not as far as increasing his pace. He licked and suckled her leisurely, appreciating the hint of soap on her skin. A light flowery fragrance, the same as her perfume. One of the things she’d packed in her luggage.
That and her toothbrush were all he’d allowed her to take out. Preferring her au naturel, especially her female scent. Musky and wanton.
Before he was through, she’d smell as he wanted her to, but he didn’t rush toward that goal. He tended to her with the same patience and determination he’d employed to get through his exercises in the early days after his injury. When it came to endurance, he was a master at it.
Tessa was a mere baby.
She panted and cried, “What are you doing? Let me come. Please.”
He didn’t, having stopped just shy of her climaxing. Her breasts and belly wiggled with her thrashing. Her fingers were fisted, toes curled, teeth gritted. She tugged on the ties around her wrists, no doubt wanting to be free so she could masturbate herself into sexual nirvana.
Her bonds held.
Logan enjoyed more of his beer, watching, waiting until she settled down. It didn’t come quickly or easily. Beads of perspiration dotted her temples. One drop wiggled from her neck to her shoulder, then slid out of sight.
“You okay?” he asked mildly.
She whined, “I want to come.”
“You will.” He lowered his bottle to one of the salmon-colored flagstones. The glass made a small tapping sound against the hard surface. Tessa pulled in a great deal of air as Logan suckled the inside of her thigh, while also thumbing her clit.
That got her going again, but in no way matched her response when he latched onto her pussy, carefully holding her nub between his teeth, giving her no chance of escape. He licked, licked, licked the precious little thing, then stopped abruptly once more.
Tessa grunted, groaned, cursed.
None of it influenced Logan. He tormented her steadily and mercilessly until she couldn’t resist his dominance any longer. She had no choice and knew it. He demanded and she yielded.
With her limbs sprawled over the cushions, Tessa panted as though she’d run all the way to the caretaker’s house and back.
She was ready, and Logan finally allowed her to climax, driving her over the edge. All of her lassitude faded in a moment. She cried out loudly enough to frighten a couple of birds. They took off from their perches within the trees, rustling the leaves even more than the light wind. Tessa added to the noise, thrashing, groaning, and cursing once more as Logan continued to stroke her clit.
At length, she had no more strength and collapsed, her fight gone, her body finally his. He stopped then. Watching her color return to its normal shade and her breaths quieting was the best reward Logan could have imagined.
When Tessa at last opened her eyes, she regarded him with awe, as though he’d just invented sex and let her in on its wonders. “Oh shit,” she gushed. “Do it again.”
Logan warned himself not to laugh, not wanting her to think he was making fun. Her joy was a gift he hadn’t imagined. “In a minute.”
He climbed on the chaise, his hair swinging forward, his full focus on her. Tessa’s mouth went soft and willing, begging for a kiss. Ignoring her need and his, Logan untied her wrists.
She frowned at them and him. “What are you doing?”
Logan had already twisted arou
nd to free her ankles, aware that he was giving her a good view of his back in the pitiless outside light, telling himself he didn’t care. Tessa was here to see to his pleasure.
Once her legs were free, he pushed her knees toward her torso so he had full access to her pussy. As he’d done in the shower earlier, Logan now mounted her missionary style, thrusting deep, his mouth sagging open at how awesome she felt.
A lengthy purr escaped her. She cupped his face in her hands and brought his lips down to hers.
“Do it again,” she’d said.
They kissed as though the world were coming to an end, then screwed like crazy on the chaise. It was a fucking surprise they didn’t break the damn thing. When they were finished and the breeze died down to a whisper, allowing the insects to return and bother them, Logan hauled Tessa from the cushion, then over his shoulder.
She stiffened. “Wait.”
He looked over and got a great view of her ass. “Why?”
Even as he asked, he thought about his scarred back, the fact that her face was now against it.
“I’m too heavy,” she said.
Logan caught her embarrassment, surprised, saddened and angered by it.
“Bullshit,” he growled. “Don’t ever think that. And never say it again.” He smacked her ass to let her know he meant business.
“You’re sure?” She sounded anything but.
He slapped her ass again.
“Guess you are,” she mumbled, then cupped his buttocks, squeezing them.
All right then. With that settled, he carried her back into the house to a blur of pleasure. Kissing. Suckling. Fondling. More fucking.
It wasn’t until much, much later—when he rolled over—that Logan realized he was in his bed, sprawled across the mattress, his left foot tangled in the sheets. Bleary-eyed, he looked around dumbly, trying to figure out how he’d gotten here and when. Sun spilled through the windows, the angle odd, as though it were rising in the west rather than the east.
Couldn’t be setting.
What in the hell had happened to the rest of yesterday and all of today?
The last Logan recalled—after he’d carried Tessa into the house and went at her in every hall and room he could manage—it had been getting dark outside. He’d set up his four camcorders in the master bedroom’s closet with its fragrant cedar walls and endless expanse of mirrors, no different from the bath. The area was almost as large as the kitchen, giving him enough space to also set up several of his larger computer monitors. At the very center of everything was a mahogany island with numerous drawers for his underwear, socks, whatever he wanted to put there.
Tessa had regarded the scene with building excitement, but also a bit of trepidation. It was in the way she stared at the monitors.
“You’ll look great,” he assured.
She turned to him. “As long as you think so.”
“I do.” He frowned. “You’re luscious.”
She blushed.
Seeing her embarrassment, not knowing what to do about it, Logan asked, “You ready?”
She nodded, and went to the island where he’d directed all of the camcorders. Without him telling her, she folded her arms over the polished wood and lifted her ass, inviting him to use her.
Logan turned on his equipment, adjusting it. Tessa’s blush deepened when the images of her face, breasts, and openings appeared on the numerous screens.
“You still ready?” he murmured, touching her cheek.
Tessa turned her face into his hand and licked his palm.
He grinned.
She whispered, “What are you waiting for?”
Damned if he knew. From another table, Logan grabbed the tube of lubricant he’d purchased when he knew Tessa was coming here. He placed it on the island next to her arm, letting her know what he intended.
She licked her lips.
God, she was something.
With his attention torn between her openings and the monitors, he spread the lubricant on her anus, working it inside, mesmerized at how hot and narrow her passage was.
She wiggled and huffed out a sigh.
Outrageous lust tightened his throat. He choked out his words. “Feel good?”
“Different…nice.”
It wasn’t a lie. The camcorder to the left captured her expression. The way her lids fluttered and her delicate nostrils widened slightly as he continued to prepare her.
Finished, he tossed the tube on the island. It whapped briefly against the wood, then skittered close to the edge without falling off.
Her tightest opening was slick as could be, her cunt oh-so damp with her arousal. His cock responded, stiffening even more. His balls tightened to the point that they actually hurt, warning him that he needed to unload. Empty those suckers out.
He penetrated her sheath first, much to Tessa’s surprise. He saw her reaction on the screen. Her response didn’t last. Her expression grew distracted, glazed with longing as he rubbed her clit.
Tessa’s inner muscles tightened around him. She fisted her fingers and dropped her head.
“No,” Logan said, the word strained, the same as his breathing. He had trouble thinking, considering how her cunt’s tightness held and warmed him. “Lift your head. I want to see your face.”
Tessa groaned, but did as he demanded.
She looked as far gone as he was. Ready for anything.
He pumped and stroked until she squished her features, signaling her coming orgasm. Before it arrived, Logan pulled out, the screen showing her moisture glistening on his shaft, the ruddiness of his crown.
“No, no, no,” she complained, “don’t stop.”
He wasn’t. He brought his cock to her tightest opening and worked the bulbous crown inside.
Tessa’s jaw hung down.
“You okay?” he panted, praying she was.
She swallowed, then pleaded, “Don’t stop again. Not a single freaking thing you’re doing now. Keep going.”
On a relieved sigh, Logan continued fingering her clit while he tunneled his cock inside her, going as deep as he could until their bodies touched.
They both heaved air.
He watched her struggle to pay attention to the monitors, viewing the action. Logan couldn’t look at them enough, especially the one that showed his rigid shaft sliding in and out of her, an act so completely intimate, so shameless, it made him feel invincible again, as he had when he’d been a teen. Reckless with desire.
He took what he wanted and so did Tessa, both of them using each other to reach their goals. Logan held off as long as he could, a scant couple of minutes. It seemed like months. Tessa must have thought so too because she wailed when her orgasm hit, while he howled.
His legs and arms shook as though an electric current were zipping through him. She rolled her forehead over the wood.
Logan didn’t have to ask if it’d been good. They were both seriously wasted from indulging in the best drug of all—sex. When he finally gathered enough strength to pull out of her, he quickly gathered Tessa into his arms, thanking her with his embrace and kisses.
She accepted all he had to give, not hesitating in the least to touch every part of him as though he were whole, normal.
Behaving nothing at all like the other escorts he’d hired when loneliness had finally forced him to do so. Those women had seen to his every need as Tessa had, yet he’d sensed their discomfort when it came to his scars. They’d looked away from him too quickly, their hands stalling just short of the grafts before actually touching them…the few times they had. They prattled on and on about what they were going to do to him, how they’d make their time together the widest, most satisfying night of his life.
Not a one had asked him if his injuries still hurt.
He hadn’t expected or wanted them to. They were with him because his nights had finally become too overwhelming to face without someone else at his side, even a stranger. Hell, he’d preferred that. A woman he’d paid for and expected nothing fro
m except for a good time. How much safer that was than getting involved in the least. Building a family. What he thought would be a safe home.
Never again. Not with anyone else.
His memories of earlier faded.
He moved to the edge of the bed, his legs dangling over the mattress. A quick view of the room told him Tessa wasn’t in here waiting for him to wake up. Was she in the bath? He listened for sounds of running water and didn’t hear any. Dragging his hand down his face, Logan went to his closet where he’d put her luggage.
On a relieved sigh he released his breath, unaware he’d been holding it. Along with all of the cameras and monitors, her stuff was still here. That meant she had to be too. Right?
He looked for the clothes she’d arrived in, not recalling where he’d left them. They sure as hell weren’t in the closet. Nor was her purse. The last he remembered, she’d brought it into the kitchen. Had she grabbed the bag, along with her clothes and left? Why? Had the camcorders and monitors been too much? Not titillating or pleasantly kinky as he’d thought, but creepy, weird, and too embarrassing.
Wait. If she had left, how would she have done so? She didn’t have a car.
Oh crap, Wallace did.
Logan was on the first floor and halfway down the hall when he heard what sounded like the TV—peppy music and voices—and caught the scent of popcorn. His stomach rumbled loudly, not having been fed since… He couldn’t recall the last meal he’d had. When it growled again, he gave it a frown and padded as quietly as he could to the family room.
Still nude, her hair bed-tousled, Tessa sat on the leather sofa, Molly on her lap, Jack snuggled against her thigh. The pups’ food and bowls of water were near one of the chairs, Molly’s pacifier forgotten on the floor, a large bowl of popcorn on the sofa’s center cushion. Blindly, Tessa dug into it, pulling out a fistful of the snack. She chomped on the kernels as her attention remained on the movie. Toy Story.
Logan rubbed his mouth to stop his smile. What in the hell kind of escort was she anyway? She should be swinging from the chandeliers, a rose clenched between her teeth, putting on a smutty act, her nipples rouged.