My eyes widened, and I made a sound of surprise, but that lasted for all of a second before I was wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him back with the same desperate fervor.
Heat rocked down through me, and I tried to ignore the feeling of rightness that spread in its wake. It was just because I was horny and he was touching me. It would have been the same no matter who it was, probably.
Probably.
His hands groped at my back and then down to my ass, and he squeezed it hard, making me moan softly against his lips. He took that opportunity to push his tongue into my mouth and deepen that kiss, teasing mine until it tangled against his own.
I pulled back when I needed to breathe, gazing up at him with lust clouded eyes.
Logan licked his lips and looked down at me, something a bit like wariness crossing over his face. "You did come here for this, right?" he asked. "I'm going to be really embarrassed if you actually wanted to talk about something."
I laughed and shook my head. "No, this was what I wanted. You saved me the trouble of having to come up with some way to segue it into the conversation."
His eyes went a bit darker, and he smiled. "Good. Then I don't feel bad about doing this."
He grabbed the hem of my shirt and hauled it up over my head, pulling the shirt off and exposing my bra. Methodically, he removed that too, leaving me half naked in the middle of his living room and not in the least upset about it.
His hands cupped my breasts, grabbing at the soft mounds and rubbing across my nipples firmly.
I gasped softly, my head tipped back as I let him explore. Part of me expected him to take his time, but clearly, he was not in the mood for that.
When he dropped his attention from my chest, it went down to my shorts, and he took those off too, sliding them and my underwear down my legs until I was naked. And then he pounced.
In a second, he had scooped me up under my thighs and pinned me to the wall, his body between my legs, and his weight keeping me in place.
I wrapped my legs around him, gasping in surprise, and then his mouth was on mine again, hot and intense, kissing me until I was a moaning mess for him.
I was getting wetter by the second, and since I was naked, I knew he could tell. And God, there was something so hot about being naked and at his mercy while he was fully clothed and pressed against me.
Logan's sweats did nothing to hide the erection throbbing between his own legs, though, and when he pressed it against my naked center, I ground against him, leaving smears of my wetness there.
"You're such a wet mess," he murmured against my mouth. "Do you want my cock?"
I nodded eagerly, arching sharply when he took a nipple between two fingers and pinched it hard.
"Say please," he teased me, grinning.
I rolled my eyes, but I was past the point of pretending I didn't want this. I was naked and wet and so turned on, pressed against his living room wall and practically humping him. There was no more room to pretend.
"Please," I said, voice strained with just how much I wanted him. "Logan, please."
"Please what?" he asked.
"Fuck me," I said, and though my cheeks flushed pink, that was more from arousal than embarrassment. "I want you so bad."
There was a beat where he seemed to savor that, and then he kept grinning as he reached down with one hand and freed his cock from his sweatpants.
It was a welcome sight, pressed there between our bodies, but I wanted it inside me. I squirmed against him, trying to get more friction, more anything, and he didn't make me wait.
He slid right into me, ramming his cock home in a hard, deep thrust that made me choke out a moan and shudder hard. His hands moved under my ass once more, holding me up while I kept my legs wrapped around him.
And then he moved, drawing his cock out slowly, making me feel every single inch rubbing against the sensitive inner walls of my pussy, before he slammed in again, rocking me back against the wall.
I had no idea if he shared the wall I was up against with a neighbor who would be home and would hear us fucking like a pair of horny teenagers, but I also didn't care.
In that moment, all I wanted was more, and I worked my hips with his, grinding against him every time he thrust inward, clenching around him when he pulled out.
In no time at all, our breathing had synced up, harsh pants spilling from our mouths as he caught each other's lips in messy, desperate kisses while we moved together.
