by Ethan Egorov
“You’re beautiful, princess,” he slides his warm calloused hands down my thighs and rubs his thumb in circles. I don’t even feel nervous about being exposed to him, because he already knows me so well, and I know that he cares about me. More than anyone ever has.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I run my hand down the midline of his abs, splay my fingers through his six pack. “How do you look like this?” I giggle. I don’t know when he works out but clearly, he does, and he also eats like an absolute pig. Cheeseburgers, pizza, pasta, doughnuts even. Lots of them.
He laughs, “I told you, fast metabolism. Maybe a little bit of lifting. That turn you on?” He flexes his right arm and I laugh, because it very much does.
“Maybe.” I sigh. When his hand roams closer to my clit, my breath hitches, and he looks right in my eyes. I wiggle my hips when he stops. It’s the heat passing between us, the passion, that makes me want to be honest.
“I’m a virgin, Logan.” I exhale.
“I don’t think so,” he laughs. I close my eyes and laugh, shaking my head a bit.
“Oh, right. I meant before this.” Once I say that his hand stops moving, and I regret it for a second. He just stares at me with a slack jaw and all I hear is our breathing for a few seconds, then he moves abruptly and turns us over and I squeal, shouting his name.
“Logan,” I giggle once, he just looks at me with this fire in his eyes that spreads to me.
He cradles his hands on my face, his forearms on either side of my head. Positioning himself between my legs, I wrap my thighs around him to hold him close, as I link my arms around his neck.
“You’re amazing, Chantal. Fucking perfect.” He kisses me hard and short. “And you’re mine.” He growls, and in the same breath he enters me with his hard cock. It’s so much of a shock that all I do is react, moaning aloud and holding him closer. Something about him saying I am his is just so… intense.
The way he grabs me and starts to fuck me. Logan doesn’t go slow at all, and I don’t mind it. My body can do nothing but conform to his, react to him, and enjoy every second of it. I slide my hands down his face and cup his jaw, leaning in to kiss him. His lips mash over mine and our tongues slide together immediately, tasting each other for as long as we can. I lose my breath as he really starts to go at me, he lets me adjust a little bit, but I have no choice but to open up to him and I prefer it that way. His lips go to my neck instead, working at the same spot and alternating. I know I have about five hickeys now.
I move my hands down the deep planes of muscle in his back and clench his ass, as his hands rove up over my breasts and kneads them in his large palms. I think they’re his favorite part of me, the way he focuses on them for a while. And he kisses down my shoulder, biting the skin there as his pace quickens. One of his hands slides down to my clit, rubbing in slow circles that feel deliciously good against his fast thrusts.
“Come for me, princess, I want to feel it.” He growls into my ear, his deep voice sending me straight there. I erupt in an orgasm that steals my soul away and takes him with me soon after.
It is when he empties his searing heat inside me that I freeze up for a second, but he doesn’t seem to notice. And so, I relax a little and let his kiss distract me, taking the thought away from me so far, I forget what I was even thinking about. After a while he slips out of me and just holds me in his arms.
We both watch the sun go down and the moon rise, as he just lays there holding me close.
The next day, Logan has to use every skill in the book to get the hot water to work, after a couple of tries, it gets warm enough for me to shower. It is too small to fit us both and so that isn’t an option. I get out and wear his shirt as I walk around, finding a snack to eat in my fake pantry, which is just a cabinet, and the snack is thin pretzels. I turn off the tv, since it was running all this time. We had both dozed off and now I have too much energy. I’m sitting on the couch when Logan comes out of the shower, looking steamy as hell. He didn’t even bother with the towel; it’s slung over his shoulder and he is naked as the night is dark.
“Hey princess,” he winks at me and starts drying off by the bed. I watch with rapt attention and he knows it too. I love when he calls me princess, he doesn’t mean it in the insulting way at all, just that he wants to pamper the hell out of me. I want to let him, but I have lived that kind of life for too long, I want to figure things out for myself while I still can.
He spent the night and got us breakfast in the morning. It’s my day off from the shop and all I understand about the club is that if no one is calling him he doesn’t really have to go. When he sits down next to me, wearing just his jeans unbuttoned, I smile at him brightly. The sun is up and shining through my one window and casts his light hair in a glow, the valleys of his muscles in deep shadows across his body.
“What’s on your mind?” He nudges me with his elbow and snickers at me.
I uncross my legs and stretch them over his lap, his warm muscles and feel good against my soft skin.
“Nothing. You I guess.” I half smile. He grins and gives me a long look; I already know what is coming.
“Why didn’t you tell me before? That you were a virgin.” He licks his lips and his eyes do that blazing thing, the green going up against his pupils.
I swallow back the last bit of nerves I have left; it is all out in the open now.
“You would have been different with me. I wanted the full experience.”
He smirks, “Well you’ve got it. I still feel bad though.”
“You shouldn’t. I liked it. A lot. Every time.” I giggle.
He grins at me and shakes his head. “You are something else, Chantal.”
“In a bad way?” I widen my eyes.
He laughs, “In a naughty way.” His smile widens, “In a good way. All the good ways.”
“Thanks,” I feel my cheeks heat.
He brings me closer to him and I lay my head on his chest. Somehow not being able to see him is easier to ask him this.
“What happened with your ex?” I whisper. His breath stalls but then falls back to normal. His grip on my waist tightens and I feel him press a kiss to my head.
“She cheated on me.” His voice turns grave.
“I heard that you almost stayed with her.” I say softly. My heart breaks for him, it really does. Being cheated on is one of the worst things that could happen to someone. To be betrayed like that. Lied to. I can’t imagine what it was like for him.
“Yeah. I loved her, I believed her when she said it was just a mistake. Darius is one of my best friends, he was looking out for me. He’s also a part time detective, found out she told me some bullshit story. She had been screwing the guy for months.” He releases a breath and I grip him tighter.
“It wouldn’t have been so bad, if I wasn’t about to propose to her. At least she had the decency to try and lie to me once she found the ring.” He adds with a darker voice. I chew on my lip and try to find the right thing to say. I keep falling short.
I pull back from his chest and look in his eyes where he can really see me.
“I would never hurt you that way, Logan. Or in any way at all.” I tell him.
He half smiles and kisses me. His body seems to relax the more the kiss goes on and I like knowing that I can relax him, put him at ease.
“You don’t have any exes on your mind?” He asks me.
I laugh, “Not any real ones. I would date for business alliance purposes for my father. Nothing was ever real, I don’t think.” I trail off. Maybe with one back in high school but I don’t even remember. Logan... everything with him is so real.
“Hm, that’s too bad.”
“Not really. I’ve got you.” I cup his face and run my thumb along the little dimple he gets when he smiles.
“You know, I don’t want you to get freaked out when I say this, but my mom would love you.”
That makes me beam inside and also very nervous.
“She would?” I ask him.<
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He nods, “Yeah, my dad too. If they weren’t traveling so much, I’d introduce you.” He tells me.
“I would love to meet them, whenever they are back.” I giggle. “But my dad would hate you. Just saying.”
To that he laughs.
“I mean, I figured as much. We can get by without him. But maybe he would agree with my mint account. I am a business owner after all.”
“What business?” I gape. To that he just laughs awkwardly like he hadn’t meant to say it. I don’t think he had.
“The shops. They were my idea, we opened them about five years ago.”
“But why?” I ask in confusion. He sighs and shifts me on his lap, so I sit on the side.
He shakes his head and contemplates, I wait patiently.
“Okay so you know how the club has our little side jobs to stay open besides the bar?”
“Not really.” I shrug. He blinks long.
“Well we do. And the kind of cash that comes in has to have a front for people like the IRS and FBI; so, we use the bar and the shops.”
I try to digest what he is saying, and I fall short. But only because I hope it isn’t like the movies, which is what I am thinking of when he says all that.
“Because it’s illegal?”
“More or less.”
“Holy shit, Logan.” I swat his shoulder and pull away from him. He laughs and wraps his arms around my waist.
“I don’t actually do the stuff, princess; I just manage the money.”
“Guilty by association, dufus. What am I supposed to do if you get carted off to prison?” I laugh once.
He shakes his head, “Visit me. Have phone sex.” He lifts my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist. I just shake my head at him and try not to judge. He talks about the club like they are his family, and they kind of are. So, it isn’t really my place to try and bring him away form it. I just want to accept him as he is.
“You’re insane, Logan. Absolutely crazy.” I lay back against his chest and he holds me close.
“One of these days, you should call your dad. I know you don’t want to. But he isn’t gonna take the first step, men like that never do.”
I sigh and nod against him. Whenever we talk about him, he is always the voice of reason. I told him about my mom dying and that changing things, but a lot of my emotional stuff is just left with my dad. I have to confront it at some point.
“Yeah, I know. Not anytime this week though. At least.” I giggle.
We keep talking for a while. It’s always like that, we can just go for hours. But we start to get restless and I ask the one question I hadn’t wanted to.
“Logan, I’m curious.” I pull back to look in his eyes. He grins at me and I smile back.
“You talked about taking care of me and all that stuff—I mean I’m declining your offer but how… how well do you even do for yourself?” I ask. I have been to his house a few times, and it is a good-sized family home. He eventually told me he bought it from his parents, but he still bought it.
“Pretty well, princess. I’ve been single for a long time, never split my cash with someone else. You’d be surprised.” He chuckles.
I sigh and try not to be materialistic. But I still wonder. I don’t want to exploit him or have him going beyond his means for me, he already tried to.
“But… I know it’s not my dad level but just how much?” I giggle.
He straddles me over his waist and smiles at me, I run my fingers through his hair and curl around his ears as his hands hold me tight around my waist.
“Princess, if you wanted to up and move to Bali for a year, we could. A few years at least, then I’d have to become an actual criminal.” He laughs.
I smile at him and shake my head, “Bali sounds nice. Private beaches.” I giggle.
He nods and kisses me, his lips like a whisper against mine.
“I don’t care about your money, Logan; I just don’t want to intrude on your life.” I breathe against him. He rubs his nose over my cheek and cups my face, pulling it back to look at him.
“You are far from intruding on my life, Chantal. You make it better. Every damn day.” He kisses me again and this time I melt against him completely, only feeling him around me and against me.
His cock grows harder by the second and I reach down to rub him through the denim. He groans against me and breaks the kiss.
“Fuck, princess, I don’t know what to do with you. Except fuck you until I can’t anymore.” He grips the flesh of my ass and drags me over his cock. I rub against him through the denim, since I’m bare underneath the shirt.
His mouth breathes over mine as his hands drag up my shirt and grasp my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples.
“Logan, that feels so good. When you touch me…” I moan, trailing off, because it is just that good. One hand goes between my legs and he slides two thick fingers inside me, swirling around.
“I need to be deep inside you.” He undoes his jeans to pull his cock out, the hard flesh points right to me. I told him earlier this morning that I take birth control, after finally finding a place to get it here, and he hasn’t been with anyone else. So, when he slides deep inside me, I don’t think twice about it. His bare flesh against mine is like a blessing.
“Oh god yes…” I settle against him, trying to find a good place. The angle is much different this way and it is so hard to get all of him in.
“Easy, princess,” he takes my hips in his hands and wiggles his hips to help me. My body adjusts to him, the way I am so wet for him helps, and then he is in me so deep I feel it in my chest. In all my fingers and toes.
“Logan—oh my god, that’s so deep.” I roll my hips and feel him stir in me, I can literally feel his cock growing and twitching inside me and it’s amazing.
“No princess, you’re so perfectly tight. Damned perfect. You trust me?” He kisses the hollow of my neck and then pulls back to look in my eye. My body is so keyed up, all I can do is nod.
Then he takes control. He has a hold of my hips and I steady my body by holding onto his shoulders as he controls the pace, how deep he goes, each time. He doesn’t go that fast, but it is enough to get my body jostling, the way he has me circling and riding him. It makes my eyes roll back in my head and then I am done for.
“I think I am almost to the point where I can’t anymore.” He chuckles, after emptying his load into me.
“How will you know?” I giggle, kissing the corner of his lips. He licks them and then shakes his head a bit.
“Better go one more time and make sure.”
10
Logan
I spend the night at Chantal’s place and it’s the first time I have done that since my ex. It isn’t as… scary as I thought it would be. I thought I might wake up and regret it but having her in my arms just feels right. I have already gotten to know her, without all the pressure, and so now I can just get to know her in other ways. More sexual ones. But after we get settled and it’s late morning, one thing keeps pressing heavily on my mind, from last night.
“Why didn’t you tell me before? That you were a virgin.” I moisten my lips, staring across the couch at Chantal. Her smile is soft, a little nervous as she swallows. I watch the skin of her throat tighten, soft and specked with my kisses and hickeys. I wish I could say I hadn’t meant to mark her but that would be a lie.
“You would have been different with me. I wanted the full experience.” She answers. And for some reason it puts me at ease. I didn’t want to feel like she lied to me or something, by not telling me. But maybe she was scared, I started to think. And honestly, I don’t know if I would have still done it—that way. I would have still done it for sure.
I grin at her, “Well you’ve got it. I still feel bad though.” Maybe I could have gone slower at the get, I know how to hold myself back if the time permits.
“You shouldn’t. I liked it. A lot. Every time.” Her giggle is soft and sweet.
It makes me smile at her, at
her genuineness. “You are something else, Chantal.”
“In a bad way?” Her blue eyes widen with concern and I chuckle.
I laugh again, “In a naughty way.” And I smile at the thought of her and her slightly dirty mouth, “In a good way. All the good ways.”
“Thanks,” her high cheekbones speck with blush and I want to kiss it away, then make it show even more.
So, I bring her closer to me, settling her in my lap on the couch. I only have my jeans on and her head lays against my bare chest, her cheek right on my heart beat. I close my eyes and enjoy this moment, for as long as it lasts. I didn’t think I could have this again, but now that I do, I realize it wasn’t even real the first time. This is very real. Chantal starts to tense up around her shoulders and I wonder what she is thinking.
“What happened with your ex?” Her whisper cuts the silence and it is my turn to tense up. I should have known she would ask about it at some point. That she would be curious. I didn’t think I had it in me to even talk about it, but for some reason I want to with her. I kiss the top of her head and it gives me a bit of courage to hold her a little tighter.
“She cheated on me.” I say, my voice is heavy in my chest. It is like admitting it makes me weak or something.
“I heard that you almost stayed with her.”
“Yeah. I loved her, I believed her when she said it was just a mistake. Darius is one of my best friends, he was looking out for me. He’s also a part time detective, found out she told me some bullshit story. She had been screwing the guy for months.” My memory holds well, and I wish it would go away sometimes. Darius only looked into it because he never liked her, maybe I should have listened when he told me that the first time I introduced them. When he first met Chantal, he had nothing but good things to say. I remember that the most.
“It wouldn’t have been so bad, if I wasn’t about to propose to her. At least she had the decency to try and lie to me once she found the ring.” It’s hard to talk about this because sometimes I still feel like it was my fault. I mean I thought I was attentive enough, I thought she was going to say yes. But she found the ring and her conscience I suppose.