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 it 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.
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 it 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.
