The bed rocked under us, but hopefully it wasn't too loud. We were both lost in it, his hand firmly over my mouth, muffling all the little cries of pleasure before they could give us away.
I didn't know if it had just been so long since anyone but me had touched me, or if Logan was just very good at sex, but God. Each thrust was sending me closer and closer to the edge, and I was nearly hysterical with how good it felt. My skin was on fire, and each nerve was singing with pleasure. It was all I could focus on, and every time he bottomed out in me, I wanted to hold him there, to feel him deep inside me before he pulled back out.
I was so close, and I knew it was only going to be a matter of time before I fell apart and came for him.
Until, of course, he pulled all the way out, leaving me empty and bereft.
I made a noise of discontent and glared at him, but he wasn't wearing a shit eating smirk. It didn't seem like he'd done it just to fuck with me. Or... not fuck with me, as the case may be.
Instead he looked overwhelmed, too. His chest was heaving, and there was a light flush on his cheeks that actually just made him more handsome.
His eyes were still dark and intense, and he pulled his hand away from my mouth. Before I could ask him what the hell he was doing, he was swallowing hard and grabbing at my hips, flipping me over with ease.
It was like I barely weighed enough to be an issue, and he put me face down on the bed, pressing a hand to my upper back to keep me down.
"Lift your hips," he said, and it came out short.
I could have chided him about the joys of the word 'please', but I was too focused on getting back to that delicious pleasure, and that meant doing what he wanted.
That was fine. I was more than fine with that in the moment. If it got me closer to having an orgasm, closer to having his dick back inside of me, then I could lift my hips for him.
I pushed up onto my knees, bowing my back inwards just enough to really put my ass on display.
I was never very confident during sex, even if I knew I was attractive. I didn't do bold things like that, but something about the situation just made it seem like the right thing to do.
Logan groaned and slapped my ass hard, which made me groan, and I tried to muffle the sound in his pillow.
"You're making too much noise," I grumbled, because the sound of his hand meeting the bare skin of my ass had been anything but quiet, and if he was going to lecture me about making noise, then it was going to have to go both ways.
To my surprise, he relented. "Couldn't help it. Come back here." He grabbed my hips and dragged them back a little, hands digging into my skin hard.
He moved to grab either side of my ass, spreading my cheeks open so he had an unobstructed view of everything I had to offer back there.
My face burned, and I was glad for the pillow I was shoving my face in to hide it.
"Fuck," he mumbled, and I supposed at least he liked what he saw.
Thank goodness it didn't take long before he was plunging into me again, filling me right back up to the brim with his cock.
The new angle was amazing, and I took back any complaints I'd had about him wanting to switch things up. It was like I could feel everything ten times more than I had before, and each time he drove into me, I felt those sparks race up and down my spine.
I wasn't going to last long. Not with him fucking me in short, hard bursts.
Judging from the way he was panting behind me, he was just as close.
I gripped the sheets in tight fingers and swallowed hard, trying to hold on and not let myself spin out of control, but it was a close thing. I hadn't felt that good in so long.
There was only so much pleasure someone could give themselves, and even though I had no complaints about my private time with my hands or a toy, it was nothing compared to the way it felt to have my hips held in a tight grip and thick cock slamming into me again and again.
For however innocent I looked on the outside, I couldn't deny that I loved this. I loved it. Maybe that was what drew me to so many men who weren't actually worth my time. Maybe it was because I knew they would be good in bed and that seemed worth it.
Or maybe I was just thinking with my pussy right in that moment, and none of it made any sense.
Either way, it was a good thing I had the pillow there because I was moaning and begging for Logan, heedless of people hearing us or how much I didn't want to beg him for anything.
The pleasure had completely taken over, switching my brain off and leaving me with only the need to come.
"Please," I begged, muffled into the pillow. "So close, please."
