by Evelyn Glass
I got onto his lap, straddling him, and started moving up and down against him, rubbing myself against his cock through my panties. It didn’t take long before the material was soaked and slippery.
Logan kissed me and I put my arms around his neck, pulling myself into him so he could feel my breasts. I arched my back and moved my hips and rode him like that, dry humping through our clothes. The kissing, the imitation of sex, was spectacular and it only made me crave it all the more. I knew the same was true for Logan.
His one hand was on the small of my back, helping my grinding on him, pulling me closer to him than I would have been able to push myself. His other hand was on one of my breasts, massaging it, tugging at the nipple through the material. I gasped into his mouth and relished every inch of his skin, his body, against mine.
Chapter 31
Logan
Every bit of my body was alive like a current of electricity was running through me. No matter how many times Selena and I have sex, I would never get used to it. It would still be the biggest thrill I had ever known. She sat on top of my lap, her legs on either side of mine on the bed and she was riding me, driving me even though I wasn’t even inside of her. She’d slowly awakened my body with her hands and then her mouth, pushing me closer and closer to the edge until I was sure I was going to explode.
She didn’t want me to do that, obviously, and she knew exactly how to read me. She stopped before I toppled over the edge. She knew how to read me. She knew exactly how to push all my buttons and get me to crave her with every trembling fiber of my being.
I couldn’t hold it anymore. She was driving me insane with her smoking hot body on top of me, her grinding up against my cock with her panties on so I couldn’t get inside of her, her breasts almost in my face and her lips on mine, sucking my tongue, nibbling my lips, making me realize I had gone my whole life without understanding what it meant to be a man.
This was enough, though. She was pushing me closer and closer to the edge and I needed her under me. Now. I needed to be buried deep inside of her. I needed to make love to her, to show her what she meant to me, to claim every inch of her body as my own again and again, to fuck her.
I lifted her up and got up with her legs still around my waist. She yelped into my mouth, the sudden movement unexpected. I carried her across the room and pressed her up against the wall. She cried out again with the cold wall against her back but my mouth was on hers and we were heading into another gear. The love and sensuality and emotions had been fantastic, but I wanted raw sex now.
I ground myself against her. My pants were still on my ass, my shoes still on, but I could take care of that later. Right now I wanted her in a bad way.
I pinned her between my own body and the wall and showed her what I wanted. My mouth was in her neck, my hand on her breast, the other under her ass to hold her up. I grinded my hips against hers, pushing into her just a little, as much as the panties would allow. They were in the way.
I let her legs down so she could stand and hold her own weight. I slid my hands over her body, up to her breasts, and moved my mouth down to meet them. I pulled the material of the bra cups down and took her nipple into my mouth, nibbling on it, sucking on it. I massaged the other breast with my hand. She gasped and moaned, pushing her breasts toward me, squirming against my body, frantic with lust. This was the way I liked her – eager, wanting, craving me. This was a little bit of her own medicine, I wanted to make her beg for it, but I knew I wouldn’t last for very long. If she held out a split second longer than I wanted her to I was taking her anyway.
I slid my arms around her body and she pushed herself away from the wall so I could undo it. I pulled it off and it fell to the floor. Her breasts were fantastic. I would never get bored of them.
I paused long enough to get rid of my leather jacket and shirt. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my pants. The moment I started I wasn’t going to stop to do it. It was better to get rid of it now.
Her breathing was erratic, shallow, coming in quick gasps. I knew how turned on she was and I knew it was much the same as my own lust. I kissed my way down her body, nibbling, licking a trail all the way over her breasts, her stomach, her hips and down to the secret between her legs. I kissed her along the line of her panties. The smell of her sex was strong – I could tell she wanted me just by the scent she was throwing off. It was intoxicating and it made something inside of me growl in an animalistic response. Something wild and primal.
I started pulling down her panties, moving slowly, kissing and licking all the skin that was exposed. When it was down far enough for me to go for what I was really after I pushed my tongue into her slit and licked her clit. I pulled her panties down to her ankles. She moaned and picked up her one leg, throwing it over my shoulder to give me access. The underwear was forgotten.
I licked the length of her, savoring her taste. She shuddered when I ran my tongue over her clit. I licked her with a flat tongue over her lips and I pushed my tongue inside of her. She moaned and gyrated her hips. I pushed two fingers into her while I worked on her clit and she made sounds that told me she was building up toward an orgasm. I wasn’t planning on holding back the way she had. I latched onto her clit and sucked on it, running my tongue over her and pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her legs trembled and I knew she was going to buckle soon, but I wanted her to orgasm before I took her.
“Logan,” she said in a breathy voice and grabbed handfuls of my her, pulling my face right up against her sex as she orgasmed against my lips. It was fantastic. I looked up at her. Her nipples were tight and erect, her mouth open, her eyes closed. The perfect erotic picture.
When the orgasm subsided I let her go and I stood up. He was out of breath, gasping like she’d run a mile. I kissed her on the mouth, my hands on her hips, before I pulled her toward me and spun her around. She cried out, surprised. I pinned her against the wall again, her breasts against the cold plaster and she gasped. I leaned against her, keeping her in place with my chest. I pulled her hips toward me and pushed my cock between her thigh so it rubbed up against her. I wasn’t going to enter her just yet. I wanted her to ask for it.
I was driving myself wild, though. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to hold out.
I moved my cock in and out between her thighs for a small while.
“Please, Logan.”
That was enough for me. I wasn’t going to make her ask me twice. I moved her away from the wall, steered her toward the bed and pressed on her back so she was bent over and her ass pointed at me. I held onto her hips. She leaned on the bed with her hands and I entered her. She was hot and wet and the sensation of just being inside of her was enough to nearly make me release my load, but I held on.
I started pounding into her. I rubbed one hand up and down her back, hammering my cock into her, taking her from behind. She cried out in rhythm with my fucking and it was hot as hell. I reached around and grabbed hold of one of her breasts, tweaking the nipple, feeling it swing back and forth for a moment before I reached around again and took a handful of hair.
I waited for her to tell me if it was too much but she didn’t stop me. I held onto her hair, careful not to be too rough, and carried on pushing into her, keeping my rhythm. She cried out and I kept pumping until I was close enough that I knew I was going to lose it all over the place if I didn’t make a plan.
I wasn’t done, though. I wanted more of her. I didn’t want it to be over. I pulled out of her and let go of her hair. She dropped her head and breathed hard, leaning on her arms. I crawled onto the bed and lay down on my back, looking at her. My cock was slick and shiny with our sex, towering into the air.
“Do you want to come show me what you were doing just now?” I asked.
I wanted her on top of me again. I wanted her to do that magic with her hips while I was inside of her. She crawled over me, a devilish grin on her face. It was beautiful. She straddled me and kissed me before she lowered herself onto me, moan
ing when I entered her again.
“You’re so big,” she said in a breathy voice, stroking my ego just like she’d stroked my sex earlier. I smiled and put my hands on her hips, urging her to start moving. She complied. She started moving her hips back and forth, her hands on my chest for balance. Her breasts were pushed closer together with her arms on my chest and they looked amazing from that angle.
She started moving faster and faster, sitting up so she went deeper. She bucked her hips, sliding me in and out of her and her breasts bobbed and swayed, her nipples hard. Her eyes were on mine.
I gripped her hips and urged her to go even faster, still. I wanted a release now. I wanted it to be spectacular. She leaned her hands on the pillow on either side of my head and started bucking her hips for all she was worth, riding me faster and faster. Her breathing became short bursts of air, her clit rubbed against my pubic bone and I knew she was working herself up to another orgasm the same way she was doing for me. I didn’t want to close my eyes. I wanted to see her when she orgasmed. I wanted to look at her when I did.
I was getting closer and closer, and so was she. Her breathing became interrupted by moans and cries that were breathless and erotic. She was almost there. I could feel her tightening around me. My balls contracted and the moment she released in a silent scream, her mouth around and open, her eyes closed, I released inside of her. It was like fireworks. She collapsed on my chest and shuddered and I pumped into her again and again, painting her insides, making her mine. She breathed hard in my ear and I was right there with her, riding it out until we were both delirious.
She lay on my chest after the orgasm subsides, her body curled around mine, her face in my neck. Her breathing slowed and her body slowly relaxed, as did mine. I became soft and slipped out of her, but I wrapped my arms around her, wanting her to stay on top of me for as long as she liked.
When she finally rolled off she was still right next to me and I pulled her against me.
“That was amazing,” she said.
“You’re amazing.”
She smiled, a soft and tired smile. “I love you.”
My heart sang at those words. “I love you, too.”
I curled around her holding her close and I waited until her breathing became deeper, the sign she was asleep. I reached for a blanket and pulled it over us, letting myself fall asleep, too. For the first time in… well, ever, I knew I was going to have a great night’s sleep. I knew my future was set and I was happy with where I was headed.
Chapter 32
Selena
When I woke up, Logan was on his stomach splayed out with very little mattress left for me. We were going to have to get used to sharing a bed if we were going to live with each other. I’d never lived with someone and by the looks of things, neither had he. He seemed very comfortable with his own space and how much of it he had.
I nudged him and he shifted over without waking up. I smiled. I could work with compromises. I lay on my back, sheets over my chest. I looked up at the ceiling. So much had happened in such a short time I was still trying to wrap my mind around it. Besides the drama and subsequent trauma with May, there was also the week at the lake, the proposal and how quickly our relationship had escalated.
And then there was the publishing contract I was going to sign.
I got out of bed, quietly, and tiptoed to the bathroom. My lips were puffy from Logan’s kissing and nibbling. My neck was red with beard burn. My eyes were bright and the smile was quick on my lips. I got in the shower and washed Logan off me.
When I was done I wrote a note for Logan and left the apartment. I caught a cab back home.
My door was fixed. When I unlocked, there was no sign of the scuffle or the murder. It was like it had never happened. Logan’s men must have come during the night and made sure my apartment was ready for me to live in again. I kneeled down just inside the door and put my hand on the carpet where Mitchell had died. It didn’t look like anything had happened here, but I would never forget what he’d done for me. It was something very big when someone sacrificed their life for you.
I went into the bedroom and picked up the phone I’d forgotten in the drama that had followed after that man had kicked down my door. I dialed Joanne’s number.
“Are you busy today?” I asked.
“I’m always ready for a coffee,” she answered and we set a time.
I got dressed in fresh clothes and put on some makeup to cover the worst of my sex evidence.
Joanne waited for me in front of the café and we walked in together.
“It feels like it’s been forever since I last saw you,” I said.
“It has been. You were away for a week.”
I nodded. It wasn’t just that, though. Everything felt like it was a lifetime away. I was a different person. My life was different now.
“So, tell me what’s your big news?”
I smiled, feeling anxious and excited, all at the same time. “Logan and I are engaged.”
Joanne looked at me, her face a blank mask. After a moment she blinked and then frowned. “Are you being serious?”
I nodded. “He asked me two nights ago.”
A waitress appeared and we both ordered coffee.
She waited until the waitress left before she carried on. “Are you being serious about this? You haven’t even known the guy a month and you’re already going to marry him?”
I shrugged. I knew it sounded crazy. “He’s my other half. He’s the person I know I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. You know how you meet The One and you just know?”
Joanne shook her head. “That only happens in books and movies, Selena. Not in real life. This isn’t the kind of thing you can just call off when you’re not in the mood anymore. This is marriage we’re talking about.”
I nodded. “I know that. But so much has happened.”
The coffee came and we stirred in sugar and milk before I started telling her about everything that had happened. About May, the threats at the club, the lake and the Fallen Thorns arriving with news and gifts. Saul’s kidnapping. The part where I nearly died.
When it was all over my coffee was cold and Joanne’s face was one of shock and surprise and emotion. “This is the craziest story I’ve ever heard. If I’d read it in a book I would have said the author was putting too much in the plot outline. This is insane.”
I looked down at my coffee. It really was insane. “I think it’s going to work, though. We just fit.”
Joanne sipped her second cup of coffee. “If you’re sure…”
“Tell me about the book contract,” I said, changing the topic.
Joanne phoned her publishing friend and we set a date to meet up.
“Logan wants to get married this weekend,” I said.
Joanne froze. “That’s in like, a week.”
I nodded. “It’s very soon.”
“You’ll have known him for just about a month, then.”
I laughed. It was absurd. It was true.
“How do you feel about it?”
I shrugged. “When he mentioned it I was reluctant but the more I think about it the more I can’t see a reason why not. Everything has been a whirlwind, since the moment we met, and the truth is I want to be with him. We don’t have to wait – what would we be waiting for?”
I knew what was on her mind. We would be waiting to get to know each other, to know we weren’t making a mistake. But I didn’t agree. I knew we were doing the right thing. I knew what I wanted. I wanted Logan.
When I got back to the apartment, he was up, making breakfast. I had packed a bag I’d taken with to stay another night. Logan smiled when he saw me.
“You look great.”
I walked up to him and kissed him. He smelled fresh and clean, like he’d showered. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts. I’d never seen him in something that light I had to admit he was dashing no matter what he had on. Or didn’t have on.
“I have a surprise for yo
u.”
I hopped onto the counter. Logan turned to me, forgetting about his breakfast for a moment.
“Oh?”
I nodded. “You’ll have to wait until Saturday, though.”
He pulled a face. “Why did you tell me now? I’m going to die of curiosity all week.”
I hopped off the counter and pressed my body against his, kissing his shoulder.
“I’ll just have to distract you, then.”
He glanced at the kitchen counter and then at me with eyes that were full of sex and I knew what was coming.