His hands were so big as they slid up my legs and hips, catching on the hem of my shirt and dragging it up, uncovering my breasts. My nipples were hard little nubs, and as much as I wanted to tell myself it was just the cool air that had done it, I knew that wasn't true. I was aching for him to touch me, to fill me up, but I didn't want to beg for it. That was a step too far.
Luckily, he didn't seem inclined to make me suffer.
He dipped his head and started kissing his way up my stomach to my chest, the stubble on his chin catching against my skin roughly. My back arched at the feeling, and he chuckled before licking the space between my tits.
One hand cupped one of my breasts, and his mouth went to the other, licking and sucking the nipple gently before taking it between his teeth and biting.
I keened softly at the jolt of pain and then swallowed hard. When I looked back down my body, his eyes were bright and pinned on me. It was impossible to look away as he worked my breasts, making me cream even more for him.
"Please," I gasped out, hating how desperate I sounded, but unable to hold back. "God, stop teasing me."
He chuckled again, and it was a dark sound that thrilled me to my core. "Oh, this isn't teasing," he said. "If I wanted to tease you, I'd have you spread out and begging me to let you come for hours."
My heartrate kicked up another notch at just the mental image of that, and I spread my legs almost involuntarily, clearly more eager than I wanted to let on.
But Logan took pity on me. Maybe it was my begging, or maybe it was the fact that his cock was clearly rock hard and just as needy, judging from the bulge in his pants when he sat back on his heels.
I licked my lips, watching as he reached in to pull it out, eyes intent.
And of course, he had a perfect cock. Of course, he did. A shitty attitude, but a gorgeous body and a big, thick, delicious looking cock.
It was slightly curved upwards, flushed and heavy looking, and when he moved back over me, I spread my legs even wider.
There was no more teasing after that.
He brought his cock right to my pussy, and I had to resist the urge to hump the air, wanting it closer. I could feel the heat coming off his body, and I watched as he wrapped a hand around himself with a slight hiss and then guided himself in, the head of his cock pressing against my hole.
It had been a minute since something so wide had tried to press inside of me, so there was some resistance at first, but luckily, I was so wet that soon enough, he was pushing in easily enough.
I felt the stretch all the way to my toes, and I moaned softly, hips rocking upwards as he pushed in, and in, and in.
When he was finally fully seated, we were both breathing harder, and he looked down at me, an unreadable expression on his face.
I didn't really want to look at him. I didn't want the reality of what we were doing to keep crashing in over me, so I closed my eyes and waited for my body to adjust to having something so big inside it.
It only took a moment, and then Logan was moving.
And God. Fuck. He started slow, and the drag of his cock against my sensitive inner walls was enough to have my toes curling. It felt so fucking good, and I couldn't help the high-pitched whine that spilled out of my mouth.
"Hush," Logan said, and at least he sounded unsteady, too. It wasn't just me. "Unless you want everyone down there to know you're up here taking my cock so well."
I shook my head because, God, that would be a clusterfuck and a half. Dan would have a conniption.
But it wasn't like it was easy to just hold it back when he was moving so good, making my body ache with pleasure.
Another moan broke free when he pushed back in, hitting that spot just right. For a second, all I saw was stars.
Instead of shushing me, Logan just moved so he was pressed more against me, and put one large hand over my mouth.
Oh. I wouldn't have thought that was something that turned me on, but apparently, I would have been wrong. I tried an experimental moan, and it was muffled enough that no one would hear it unless they were right outside the room.
And the fact that Logan was silencing me while going to town on my pussy with his cock was enough to have me writhing under him.
"Hm," he said. "I wouldn't have guessed."
He didn't elaborate on that. Instead, he just started driving into me with hard, punishing thrusts. It was like he was taking out all his frustration with me on my body, and I was reminded of my dream from the night before.
It felt so good. Each thrust had sparks of pleasure dancing up my spine, and I laid there and took it, hips pushing up to meet him halfway time and time again.
