Forever Logan

by Elena Matthews

  “You were right; we did have enough time until the food came,” I say.

  She nods her head while letting out a breathless laugh. I lower her to the floor, and I press a quick kiss to her lips as I remove the condom, putting a knot in it. I pop it into my pocket until I can properly dispose of it. I quickly fasten my jeans back up.

  “I’ll be back in a second,” I say while grabbing my discarded wallet from the floor. Unable to resist, I smack another kiss to her lips before opening the door I just fucked her thoroughly against and making my way to the front door.

  Let’s just say, with the incredible mood I’m in right now, I will be tipping the delivery guy very generously tonight.

  “So, how many guys have you been with?” I ask casually while taking a bite of my noodles while we sit next to each other at the kitchen island.

  Ally cocks her head to the side while swallowing her own food. “Oh, so now that you’ve seen me naked, you think that means you can get personal?”

  “Correction.” I point my chopsticks in her direction. “We’ve been dirty, but I haven’t actually seen you completely naked. Which, by the way, is going to change really soon.” I waggle my brows.

  She lets out a breathless giggle, rolling her eyes. “Let me rephrase that. So, now that we’ve had sex, you think that means you can get personal?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  She mulls over that for a moment. “I’ll only answer if you tell me how many women you’ve slept with.”

  Oh, she’s the devil.

  “I would, if I knew,” I tell her, unable to lie.

  I mean, there’s no point in trying to sweep it under the carpet. She knows I had a reputation with women; it’s the reason she fought so hard against me for so long.

  She clucks her tongue. “What do you mean, you would, if you knew?” This must be a rhetorical question, as she doesn’t give me a chance to answer before speaking again, “Have you slept with that many women that you’ve lost count?”

  “In a nutshell, yeah.” I frown, realizing how bad that actually sounds. “Wow, that doesn’t make me come off too well, does it?”

  “Nope,” she says before taking a bite of her lo mein.

  I let out a light chuckle as I dig in my carton for a piece of chicken. “No wonder you hated me at first.”

  “You were so arrogant. I really just wanted to kick you in your balls…but you improved a little, over time.”

  “Just a little?”

  “Well, you know the saying, Rome wasn’t built in a day?”

  “Yeah,” I say, squinting in confusion.

  “Well, it took some time and a lot of patience to tolerate you. That, and you slowly wore me down.”

  “That’s because I never give up on the things I really want, and if I haven’t made things clear enough, I want you.”

  Her eyes flutter at my words, and I don’t miss the way her chest contracts, as if her heart had missed a beat. She inches in closer, her crossed leg brushing against mine.

  “Why is it, when you say things like that, it makes me want to strip off my clothes and let you do whatever you want to me?” she whispers, making goose bumps erupt along every inch of my skin.

  Dropping my chopsticks to the counter, I lean in even closer, a smile plastered on my lips. “Because you want me, too.”

  Her eyes flicker down to my mouth, a slight curve to her lips. Her eyes continue moving over my face before she grips hold of the side of my face. “Damn you,” she whispers before slamming her lips to mine.

  I smile around her kiss, bringing her into my arms as we deepen our connection. She stands from her seat, stepping in between my legs.

  My fingers run along the waist of her skirt before dipping inside, tracing her ass. She eagerly flicks her tongue against mine, her own fingers coming to my hair and pulling tight.

  “I think now’s a good time to finally see you naked,” I speak against her plump lips.

  “Well, take my clothes off,” she dares, pulling back, throwing me a devilish stare.

  Eagerly, I go to pull the zipper down on her skirt when the sound of the front door shutting jolts us from our sex-induced haze, and Ally stares at me with wide eyes. We shift away from each other just before her mom and dad walk into the kitchen.

  “Oh, hi, Logan,” Dave greets while Ally’s mom looks between us with a suspicious gaze.

  Discreetly behind the kitchen island, I reposition my hard-on, making it less obvious.

  “Mr.—Dave,” I correct when he throws me a stern stare. “Hi, Lydia.”

  Dave looks at the array of takeout cartons on the countertop. “We didn’t mean to interrupt your dinner. Just give us a minute, and we’ll be out of your hair.”

  “It’s okay. We’re almost finished,” I bullshit, pretending to be innocent and not the dirtbag who was about to defile their daughter on the kitchen counter.

  “Did you have a good night?” Ally asks her parents.

  Dave takes out a couple of bottles of water from the fridge while Ally’s mom sets her purse down on the side.

  “Oh, it was perfect. We went to our favorite Italian restaurant, and your dad surprised me with this.”

  She holds out her arm, and I have to blink hard as the lights hit against the dazzling diamonds of the rose-gold bracelet wrapped around her slender wrist. Ally rounds to her mother and takes a closer look.

  “That’s gorgeous.” She flicks a glance at her dad. “Well done on the jewelry front. I didn’t even have to pick it out for you this time.” She winks, and Dave throws his head back with a laugh, wrapping an arm around his wife’s shoulders.

  “What can I say? I’m finally getting the hang of this marriage thing after twenty-seven years.”

  Ally’s mom elbows him in the stomach. “You had nothing to do with this. I literally threw the Tiffany’s catalog at your head just so you would get the hint.”

  “And that’s why I knew it was the right thing to buy you,” he admits, pressing a kiss to her temple. He turns his attention to me and points his bottle of water in my direction. “Word of advice: if you buy them exactly what they want, they will love you forever.”

  I take a side-glance at a smiling Ally, chuckling. “Noted.”

  “Well, between us, we had a full bottle of red wine, and it seems alcohol doesn’t agree with my old age. So, we’re going to call it a night. Good night, kids.”

  “Night, guys,” Ally says.

  “G’night,” I call out with a smile.

  Once their retreating footsteps ascend on the stairs, Ally wastes no time in grabbing my hand and pulling me from my seat.

  “Where were we?” she asks, her devilish eyes glistening with mischief. “Oh yeah, you were going to take my clothes off. Let’s head to the cabin, where we can make all the noise we want.”

  Like a lost puppy, I just let her lead the way.

  Once in the cabin, she locks the door securely shut and pushes me backward until my ass falls onto the bed. Glancing at her standing before me, I can’t help but admire how sexy she is against the moonlight shining through the windows. Her silhouette shifts from my sight until I blink at the sudden illumination when she flicks the light on.

  “Before you get naked, you never gave me an answer earlier,” I say.

  “An answer for what?” she asks with a tilt of her head.

  “If we’re compatible or not.”

  “Well, considering most men only get into my panties once and you’re about to get in them for a second time tonight, I’m going to say, yes, I think we are.”

  “So, you’ll let me take you out again?”

  She steps closer to me until her legs are straddling one of mine. “What do you think?”

  Then, without another second wasted, she whips the sweater over her head, revealing the sexiest pair of tits I’ve ever seen in an adorning lace bra. My hands come to rest along her waist, and I pull her so close until her breasts are a breath away from my mouth.

  “Damn, you are somethin
g else.”

  I pepper a kiss along her cleavage, and her head lolls to the side with an exhaled moan. Pulling back a little, I stroke my hand along her stomach, up toward her tits, but just as I’m about to cup one into my hand, she shifts away from me and stands to her full height. Silently, Ally reaches behind her skirt, and I hear a zipper being pulled down before she shimmies the tight skirt down her thighs and over her boots until she kicks it away to the side with her foot.

  My mouth drops to the floor at the sight of her in only underwear and boots. My eyes happily gaze along her subtle hips, and already, my cock is bursting at the seam of my jeans. I’m a little too distracted by her thong area, and when I finally make my way up her body, I realize I missed her removing her bra, as all I’m met with are plump, juicy tits with dusty-pink nipples.

  “Holy shit,” I whisper, watching her in complete awe.

  “You like?” she asks with a coy smile, twirling a piece of hair that hangs around her face.

  “I love,” I sputter out as I stand to my feet and charge toward her, needing her in my arms.

  I gulp when she effortlessly lifts her leg until her heeled boot digs in against my stomach.

  Holy shit, she’s bendy. Hot as fuck.

  “Uh-uh, it’s your turn,” she all but demands before dropping her leg back down and wandering sexily toward the bed.

  I turn in her direction and watch how she perches her pretty, round ass on the comforter. I expect her to cross one leg over the other in a delicate way, but when she defies that expectation and widens her legs open, showing me exactly how little her tiny thong actually covers, I almost come on the spot.

  When I glance back up to her face, my nostrils flare with testosterone as pheromones shoot through my entire nervous system. All the while, she grins at me.

  “You’re the devil, woman.”

  “And you’re still not naked,” she points out.

  This time, it’s my turn to throw her a devilish grin.

  “I guess I need to change that, huh?” I say while reaching for the bottom of my sweater.

  She nods but then quickly backtracks. “No, wait one second.”

  I stay on the spot as she grabs her phone from where she tossed it on the bed when she pushed me onto it a few minutes ago. She slides her finger against the touch screen for a few seconds until the sound of “Pony” by Ginuwine comes through the speakers.

  Setting the phone back on the bed, she returns her gaze on me. “Okay, now, you can strip.”

  “Nice song choice,” I say with a raised brow.

  “You’re probably the hottest guy I have ever been with, so this moment deserves the right music.”

  “But Magic Mike though? Do you not remember what you called me when we first met? Channing Tatum. It was clearly an insult.”

  “It wasn’t an insult.”

  I tilt my head to the side, calling bullshit. “It really was.”

  “Okay…it was an insult, but you loved it, and you know it.”

  I did love it. It was the beginning of our love/hate relationship. One of the best moments of my life.

  “You told me that day that I was out of your league. You still believe that?”

  “Of course, but it doesn’t mean you can’t prove your worth—which, up to now, you have. Except you’re lacking with one thing.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “That I’m only in panties and boots, and you’re still fully dressed. I thought you liked sex,” she comments, her lips pulling up into a sly smile.

  “Well, you slowed things down when you put music on. And you know I love sex.”

  She shakes her head, biting down on her finger. “It doesn’t look like it.”

  This fucking woman…

  Without another word, I grip the bottom of my sweater and pull it over my head, revealing my tight chest and six-pack. Keeping my eyes solely on her, I watch as her gaze takes in my chest, and she bites against her bottom lip as I throw my sweater to the floor. I reach for my zipper, and painfully slow, I slip out of my jeans. As they reach my ankles, I toe off my shoes and socks with them.

  She lets out a grunt as her eyes roam over my body, and I realize this is the first time she’s seen me like this…in my naked glory.

  “Logan,” she breathes out. “How are you even real?”

  “I could say the same about you.”

  Her eyes flutter, a breathless exhale leaving her lips at my compliment.

  She focuses her gaze on the heavy bulge against my boxer shorts. “You’re still not naked.”

  “Neither are you,” I mention, standing proud with my hands resting on my hips like Superman.

  Wordlessly, she lies back on the bed, and with a lift of her hips, she slides her thong down her thighs. She kicks the garment in my direction before widening her legs, showing me every detail of her neatly groomed pussy.

  “Should I keep going, or do you want me to keep the boots on?”

  “Hell fucking yes to the boots,” I say while teasingly pulling my boxer shorts down until my very large erection springs free, showing her exactly how much he wants her. How much I want her.

  I stalk toward her, my eyes fierce with feral need, my blood pumping with hunger. I have never felt a possession like it. I want to mark her, claim her, make her mine.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” Ally asks as I just stare down at her with awe.

  Leaning down, I draw her legs around my waist and pull her to the end of the bed. Breathing heavily against her mouth, I say, “Do you trust me?”

  “In what way?”

  She always has a question for everything. Damn woman.

  “In a I’d risk my life to save you from a burning house fire way.”

  Her doe eyes widen in surprise, but with the way she pulls me in tighter, I feel her tough exterior walls begin to crumble around us. She’s letting me in…all the way.

  “Well, since you’ve already saved me from one, how can I not trust you?” Ally tells me, smiling.

  I lean down and press a quick kiss to her sweet lips.

  “Then, let me feel you…all of you. I’m clean…and I swear, there has been nobody since I met you. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

  She lets out a sigh, chuckling a little. “You just continue to keep wearing me down, don’t you?”

  “Oh my God,” I growl with a frustrated laugh. “Can you be serious for one minute?”

  Her eyes glisten with lust while her legs tighten around my waist, bringing my cock dangerously close to her pussy.

  “How about I just shut up and let you fuck me instead…bare?” she adds in a sultry voice.

  I let out a low groan before smacking another kiss on her lips.

  “You fucking slay me,” is all I say while positioning my cock against her pussy before driving inside her with pure voracity.

  Her head falls back, and a gasp leaves her lips. “Oh God, Logan.”

  The instant her pussy wraps around me, it almost sends me in a frenzy. She’s hot, wet, tight, and unlike anything I’ve experienced before…and I realize that’s because she’s the first woman I’ve ever gone bareback with. She’s the first person I’ve ever wanted to risk it all with, and that’s because she’s all I want.

  “Ally, fuck…” I grunt as I rear back and slam inside her again, my words lost against the powerful sensations shooting along my spine.

  Ally’s fingers trail along my shoulders, scraping against my skin. “Logan, yes…”

  She meets my thrusts with her own, and it only adds to the mind-blowing experience.

  “You…are…fucking…amazing,” I chant with every drive of my cock, and her nails only dig deeper into my skin, edging me further.

  “I…am amazing,” she agrees.

  I let out a snort as I continue destroying her pussy to the point that she probably won’t be able to walk after this.

  “Wow, even when I’m fucking your brains out, you keep on giving me your sass,” I say breathlessly, still keeping m
y stride going.

  She lets out a moan-filled laugh while her fingers grasp my back, making my toes curl. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. But you said it first.”

  “God, you’re so infuriating.” I thrust harder as I grunt out the word infuriating, and her head falls back to the comforter with an exhaled cry at the impact, each moan getting louder by the second.

  “But you love it,” she breathes out.

  “I do love it…I fucking love you,” I growl my declaration, not caring that it wasn’t my intention to say it because it’s true.

  She is it for me, now and forever. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else for the rest of my life. The exhale of breath from her lips tells me I’ve shocked her, but not wanting to derail the most intense moment of my life, I slam my mouth to hers, flicking my tongue along her lips as I fuck her senselessly.

  Feeling the burn against my thighs, I grip her by the ass and shift her up the bed with a thrust of my hips, easily repositioning my legs so I’m kneeling on the bed, giving me much more control.

  Ally writhes under me, her fingers raking up and down my arms as I drive into her over and over. She hums into my mouth, and her pussy squeezes against my cock like a vise. The wood of the bed creaks, and it gets louder with every move.

  Pulling away slightly, I pant out, “Jesus, could this bed be any louder?”

  She lets out a giggle, followed by a loud groan as I plunge inside her again. “It’s your fault…oh God…for fucking me so hard.”

  Leaning down, I pull one of her nipples into my mouth and suck against it with my lips, causing her back to curl off the bed. “You want me to slow down?” I ask breathlessly, pulling out, only to ram my hips back in.

  “God, no!” she screams. “Don’t you dare! Logan, God, yes!”

  Her moans become more frantic, and I watch her while I bring her to climax, feeling her wet pussy slide effortlessly over my dick, pushing me closer to the edge. Not ready for this to be over yet, needing to savor this for as long as possible, I grip her by the hips and roll us over, so I’m lying on my back, and she’s straddling my waist, staring down at me in disarray, her skin flushed.

  “Ride me, baby,” I grit out, squeezing her hips with the palm of my hands.