by Jay McLean
"Have a good night." She smiled at us.
***
We were both a little wasted by the time we got into bed. She stripped of her dress and was sleeping in her bra and panties and that’s all. I was doing everything I could to not touch her inappropriately.
"So are you likely to get more game time now?" she asked, settling under the covers.
"No. I'm done. I'm telling them tomorrow. I quit."
She gasped. "Really?"
"Uh-huh. What a way to leave the game, huh?"
She just smiled. "It sucks that I wasn't at the game today, but I'm glad I still got to share some of this moment with you."
I brought her into my arms. "I'm glad I'll get to share all my moments with you."
THIRTY
Amanda
He wasn’t in bed when I woke up the next morning, but there was a text from him. He was in a team meeting and would be home soon. I jumped in his shower, but forgot my clothes so I put on his jersey that was lying in his hamper. When I opened the bathroom door, he was there, sitting on the edge of his bed with his back to me.
His jersey barely contained my ass, and even though he'd seen me like this before, the fact that I was completely naked underneath had my skin feeling hot. I knew I was blushing. I cleared my throat. He looked up surprised.
"Hey," he said. "You just getting up?"
I nodded, nervously pulling the hem down further.
His eyes narrowed in confusion, then went from me to the bathroom door and back to me again.
I stood in front him.
He was looking down, I assumed at my legs. I've seen him do that a lot. He wet his lips and sat up a little straighter. His hands twitched at his sides. He hadn't said a word. "Logan?" I tried to get his attention.
Slowly, his gaze travelled from my legs, up my body, and rested on my face. His eyes were hooded, burning with lust. He bit his lip as he moved forward; his hands reached and cupped the back of my thighs, bringing me closer to him. His touch was soft and demanding, all at the same time.
He blew out a heavy breath before dropping his head forward and letting it rest on my stomach.
And I let him.
For a few moments, I let him stay there. Not moving. Not saying a thing.
Then slowly, and so fucking lightly, his hands moved.
Higher.
And higher.
And I knew that I wanted him there.
I wanted him to touch me.
My legs rubbed together. A moan escaped before I could control myself. Because I couldn't. I couldn't fucking control myself around him.
He cleared his throat.
My eyes darted to see him looking up, watching my face.
My hands clenched at my sides, my eyes fluttered shut. I needed him to touch me.
One hand cupped my bare ass. He didn't grab, he didn't squeeze, he just held it there. He finally lifted his head to meet my eyes. There was a question on his face, but he didn't need to ask. Not anymore. I was his. My fingers started undoing his jersey. I started from the top, slowly parting the material. His eyes followed my fingers, waiting. When I undid the last button, his free hand splayed flat on my stomach. He started moving the material aside. His mouth came to my belly button, as his tongue tasted my skin. My muscles tensed at the sensation. When he pulled away, he looked up at me. His eyes were dark and penetrating. "Fuck," he breathed out, before pushing his jersey off my shoulders. It easily fell off my arms and onto the floor. Then I stood there, naked in front of him, for the first time. He stayed silent. His eyes raked all over my body for so long I started to feel self-conscious. My arm shifted to cover myself but before I could, both of his hands were on my ass, pulling me closer to him. I stepped forward the same time his mouth covered my nipple. At first he was slow, and gentle, but it didn't last long before the gentle kisses turned to sucks and my knees began to weaken. His mouth was warm on my skin. He kept moving from one, to the other, making sure they got the same treatment. My hands moved to his hair, gripping tight, trying to hold on. Then he slowed down, his mouth pulling back slightly so that his tongue could make slow circles around my nipples. It drove me crazy. I needed more. But he wouldn't give it to me. He just kept going, from one, to the other. I was panting. "Logan," I pleaded.
"Shh," is all he said.
He pulled away; all the way away, and then blew a heated breath on each wet nipple. My knees buckled but he held me up with his arm around my waist.
Then his mouth was on me again.
Kissing. Licking. Sucking.
I needed more.
My legs squeezed together, trying to ease the tension that was building. Then I felt his hand in between them, trying to part them. And then his finger—oh my God—His finger gently separate my folds. He started at the top of my slit, and moved down, then back up again. He repeated the motion over and over, but never enough to push me over the edge. I started squirming but he just held me tighter.
"Logan, please," I begged. My eyes were shut tight. I'd lose my fucking mind if I saw him. I tried to move my pelvis down so I could take more of him, but he wouldn't fucking let me. Just when I was about to yell at him to do something, anything, his finger was inside me.
I let out a gasp. "Oh fuuuuck."
He pulled out his finger and replaced it with two.
And then he started the in and out motion, so slow, so gentle. My juices poured onto his fingers.
He used his thumb to rub slow circles on my clit and I lost all control. His tongue on my nipple copied the same lazy circles. I started thrusting my hips, fucking his fingers. "Fuck, Logan," I managed to get out.
"I got you, baby."
I could feel it building, my toes curled, my fingers tightened around his hair, he never stopped fucking moving. His fingers, his tongue, he's everywhere, all at once. "Holy..fucking..uh.."
"Mmmm," his deep throaty rumble made me open my eyes. I looked down to his face, his mouth still attached to my nipple. His eyes were filled with lust. His gaze was trained on my face, watching me enjoy the way he made me feel. My breathing was short, heavy. My hips kept thrusting onto his fingers. Our eyes locked, watching each other.
And then he smirked.
With a mouth full of boob, he fucking smirked, his dimples deepening.
Then winked at me.
Fucking winked.
And then his fingers curled inside me, his thumb rubbed harder and his mouth covered my entire nipple and sucked. Hard.
And I lost it. My walls tightened around his fingers. My legs gave out. My head threw back; I bit my lip to stop from screaming. He held me up, the entire time never stopping, never changing his rhythm.
When my breathing had settled and I could stand on my own, I peeled my eyes open, and he was watching me, biting his lip. He slowly removed his fingers from inside me, kissing my stomach a few times before pulling away completely.
"Hey," he greeted, "welcome back."
Logan
She didn't respond. Just straddled my lap. There was fire in her eyes. They roamed all over my face. "I need you inside me now," she informed.
I grunted.
She ripped my shirt off.
I grabbed her ass, bringing her closer. And then I took her mouth with mine.
Her nails dragged along my chest, lower and lower, they paused on my abs, fingering the dips. She did that a lot.
Then her fingers curled in the band of my sweats, pulling them out. She kissed me harder, her tongue invaded my mouth. I almost came when my fingers were inside her—this—this was almost too much. Then I felt the heat of her fingers closing in on my dick, as she wrapped her hand around it. But she was there less than a second, before she moved completely off me and away. All the way, away. Her naked body was pressed against the wall opposite me. She had a shocked look on her face. Her eyes bugged out. Her mouth hung open. She was slowly shaking her head.
I looked down at my dick—just to make sure i
t hadn't turned into a dragon or some shit.
It looked fine.
I sniffed once.
It smelled fine.
My eyes lifted to hers again. "Logan," she whispered, looking around the room.
I unintentionally did the same. Just in case we weren't alone.
What the hell was happening?
I looked back at her. She hadn't changed positions.
Her head began to shake more frantically, but her eyes were glued to my dick.
"Logan," she said again, whispering a little louder, "That's not gonna fit."
I tried hard to contain my smirk but I don't know if it worked. "It will fit," I tried to assure her. She continued to shake her head. I stood up and pushed my pants down to my ankles. A gasp got caught in her throat. I was all out grinning now.
I sat on the bed with my back against the bedhead. "Come on," I motioned for her to join me. She slowly moved off the wall, still hesitant. "You can be in full control. We'll take it slow. I promise."
She nodded, biting her lip. She crawled onto the bed and over to me, throwing one leg over mine and straddling me again.
She ran her tongue along her top lip. I stopped it with my mouth, and that's what we did, for minutes, just kissed. And without knowing, both our hips had started a rhythm, thrusting, rubbing on each other. I pulled back. "I need inside, Baby."
She sat up on her knees and took me in her hand, then slowly guided me into her. "Holy...oh my...shit," she moaned, lowering herself onto me.
And then she moved.
Up and down.
Grinding and making little circles once I was all the way in.
And even though I've had sex way too many times to count, this time, it was different. It was more.
Her eyes were shut, her head thrown back, her mouth slightly open, panting. Fuck. "Oh God," she whispered. "You feel so fucking good."
Then she started moving faster and faster and I was so fucking close. My legs had tensed and I did everything I could to hold off so I could watch her come again.
"Fuck, Logan."
My hands gripped her ass while she rode me. She looked so fucking amazing and I was so fucking close— "Fuck. Stop."
She did. But only for a second before she started to move again.
I held her still. "Stop. Just—shit." If she kept going it'd be over and I don't want it to be over. Not yet. But I'd never had a problem holding off before. Ever. "I just—" I let out all the air in my lungs with a whoosh. "I've never had this problem." I grabbed her face on my hands and made sure she was looking at me. "I've never felt like this." My eyes roamed her face, looking between her eyes. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to make her understand that this was different. "It's all you, Amanda. Just you."
Then I flipped us over until I was on top of her. I started kissing her neck, down her body, her breasts, her stomach, lower and lower. She needed to blow once more, because I sure as shit couldn't go on much longer. I got to her pelvis, and kissed either side. I could smell her. It made me dizzy. I needed to taste her.
I started to dip my head, but her fingers gripped my hair and pulled, stopping me.
Amanda
I looked down at him. His eyebrows were bunched.
"What the hell are you doing?" I whispered.
He rolled his eyes. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
My mind was swimming with lust I didn't even register what was happening until it was too late. Now he was down there and I didn't know what to do. I shook my head, "You can't. I mean—"
He cut me of with a smirk on his face. "Has this happened to you before?"
I shook my head slowly.
His smirk got bigger.
"Good," he said, moving off the bed and kneeling on the floor. "Enjoy, babe."
Then his hands were on my ankles dragging me further down the bed. He spread my legs with his palms flat on the inside of my thighs, and then lifted them over his shoulders.
I threw my head back against the pillow and shut my eyes tight. Then I felt his warm breath on me and I waited.
"Ready?" he asked. I imagined his half smile single dimple face and could probably come just from that image alone; I was so fucking turned on.
Then his tongue was on me.
My hips raised off the bed because it was so much more than I thought it would fucking be. He held my hips down to stop me from moving. "Relax, babe," is all he said before I felt it again. He moved slowly, up and down. I tried to squirm and pull back and away because it was just too fucking much. But he held me there and made sure I took every single second of this intense pleasure he gave me. Unknowingly, my hips had started thrusting into his face. I was making him fuck me with his tongue. Oh my God. What the fuck was happening?
"Fuck I love your pussy,” he said, his mouth never leaving me.
"Oh my God," I moaned out, thrusting faster. I couldn't fucking help it.
"Ready?"
"Huh?"
Then he covered my clit with his mouth and sucked. And it's all I needed to push me over the edge. I bit my lip to stop from screaming. Not squealing. Not moaning. But screaming.
When I finally came back to earth and opened my eyes he was above me. Watching me. "Hey, pretty girl." He wiped my wetness of his face. He leaned down to kiss me, but paused half way, hesitating. After the way he made me feel I couldn't give a fuck if I could taste myself on him. I put my arm around his neck and brought him down to me. He moaned into my mouth. Tasting myself on him turned me on more.
"Fuck," he groaned out, before effortlessly entering me. His head fell to my shoulder. His weight held up by his forearms. He started moving in and out, harder, and faster. "I’m not going to last long, Amanda. You're ruining me right now."
"Uh." I couldn't say anything else because I felt it building again. I'd never felt like this before. Ever. And I knew why. It was him. And I don't know if it was his skill, or the feelings I had for him, but I felt myself climbing again. He kept moving. Over and over and I was there the exact same time I felt him get even bigger. Then he lets out the sexiest, manliest fucking sound I'd ever heard.
THIRTY ONE
Logan
"So I think I want to meet her," I said, looking up from my textbook. We were in my bed; I sat against the headboard, shirtless. She didn't let me wear shirts. Ever.
She was on the opposite end of the bed. She did this so she could look at me shirtless without making an effort. I did whatever she said.
Balls. Pockets.
"Who?" she asked.
"My sister—or whatever. I think I want to know more about her."
She sat up and scooted closer to me. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," I shrugged. "What have I got to lose, right?"
Everything. I had everything to lose.
***
I called Dad to let him know we were coming. He practically choked on his words when I told him I was bringing Amanda home. He jokingly asked if she was pregnant. I laughed it off, remembering how she wigged out after our first time. That was three weeks ago. I was clean, and I knew she was on the pill because I saw her taking them. Still—it was stupid that we got so lost in the moment that we didn't discuss it until after the fact.
Two hours later we were at the grocery store near home. I pushed a cart while she pulled items of the shelf and placed them in there. I told her we'd probably just order a pizza for dinner. She said she wanted to cook for us.
She walked in front of me, her short shorts barely covering her ass. I watched it sway from side to side—hypnotized by the movement. It's probably why I wasn't paying attention when my cart ran into the side of someone.
My eyes lifted, "Sorry," I tried to say, but my words died. And so did my heart. At least for a second.
"Logan?" the woman in front of me said. She took two steps until she was standing only feet away. She looked me up and down. I didn't blink. I didn't move. I didn't breathe. "It is you," s
he whispered.
She was older. But then again, so was I. If you took away the effects of time, she looked the same. The same drugged up, fucked up person that carried half my genes. The only difference was her eyes. They looked tired. Or maybe that's just how the seven-year-old me remembers her. Maybe I remember the fire in them. The crinkle in her eyes was always due to the anger inside her. She never smiled. I remembered that then—that she never smiled. Not when I was a kid. But right now—she was smiling. It didn't make sense.
"Logan?" she said again.
What was I supposed to say to her? What's the protocol for mom meets beaten kid fifteen years later? I wanted to ask her why she did it. I wanted to know how she let it happen for so long. I wanted to ask her how—how she could do that to a kid? But really, I just wanted to tell her to get the fuck out of my face.
I could feel the muscles throughout my body start to get tense. My jaw locked from flexing so hard. My fists balled so tightly I could feel my nails breaking skin.
She took a step forward, eyeing me closer. I squared my shoulders. "Jesus, son, you've grown."
"I'm not your fucking son, don't call me that." My teeth clenched. My heart pounded in my ears.
Then I felt Amanda's hand curl around my arm, and instantly, I relaxed. As if she had some sort of power that made everything better. Maybe she did. Maybe that's why I needed her.
"Excuse me," I heard Amanda say from next to me, but she wasn't talking to me. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but fuck you." She released my hand and took a step closer to my mother. She was in between us, blocking my like a shield. "Of course he's grown," she said quietly, so only we could hear. "What? Is he too big now? You only enjoy beating on little helpless, defenseless kids?" She took another step forward. "You sick fuck. You need to crawl back in the demented hole you came from and I hope you die there. Because I swear it lady, if I ever see you again, I'll kill you myself."
Amanda