“Holy shit. Logan.”
“I know, baby. Gotta get you ready for me.”
I’d make a crack about him being cocky, but I remember how it felt to be stretched by him that night in LA, and he won’t hear me complaining. He’s not big enough that sex with him is uncomfortable—let’s be real, big dicks are great, but no oneactuallywants to be split in half—but it’s more enjoyable if I’m warmed up.
Logan presses a second finger inside, swallowing my gasp. My body responds so easily to him. I can already feel my lower belly tightening. All it will take is a few more swipes of his fingers against my clit, and I’ll explode.
“Please,” I gasp. “I want your dick.”
“Is that right?” Logan nips my shoulder and presses a third finger into my slick heat. “You want my dick, baby?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Please.”
“So pretty when you beg,” he murmurs against my neck. “Can’t say no to you.”
I whine when he pulls away from me, and he chuckles.
“Don’t worry. I’m just grabbing a condom, then I’ll give you what you need.” When he bends over to remove his wallet from his pants, I’m treated to a front-row view of his perfect hockey ass. And damn. Hockey players have the best asses. You could sink your teeth into those things.
“Like what you see?” Logan asks with a smirk when he turns around to find me staring. He gives his dick a stroke before ripping the condom wrapper open and rolling it down his length. It encounters resistance when the rubber catches on his piercings, but Logan quickly works around the barbells until he’s completely covered.
“Yes,” I reply honestly. “You’re beautiful. And your ass?” I bring my fingers to my mouth in a chef’s kiss.
That makes Logan laugh as he stalks back to the bed and crawls over me. “You like my ass, huh?” He presses between my legs, and I let them fall wider.
“I like all of you.”
“I like all of you too.” Logan grips his dick and runs the head of his sheathed cock across my slit, covering it with my arousal. “You’re stunning. Perfect.”
He presses slowly against my entrance, and my body gives way for him. He moans when the crown of his dick breaches me. “And you feel like heaven.”
Then he’s filling me. With a fast series of short thrusts, Logan seats himself completely, and I suck in a breath. Thestretch is everything. The drag of his piercings only heightens the sensations.
“Okay?” he asks, gray eyes searching my face.
“Better than okay,” I assure him.
“Good. Gonna fuck you hard and fast. Can’t hold back anymore.”
“Don’t hold back,” I demand.
I cry out when he begins to move. His hips snap against mine with hard, punishing force as his hands run across my body. His strong fingers pluck and play with my nipples, and his lips suck the flesh at the top of my breasts. He’s everywhere all at once. Filling me, playing my body so expertly, I can’t believe we’ve only done this once before.
He moves like he didn’t forget a thing about that night. Like my body imprinted itself in his mind, and he continued to learn it every night in his memories.
“Blair,” he murmurs against my neck. “Fuck.”
I wrap my legs around his ass, encouraging him to move harder, faster. Sweat slicks our bodies, and his chest slides against mine. Pleasure builds like tingling pressure low in my belly. And when Logan slides a hand between us and circles my clit, that pressure becomes almost unbearable.
“Oh, god. I’m gonna come, Logan. Please. Fuck, don’t stop.”
“Never,” he promises, not losing that perfect rhythm. He works me higher and higher, pleasure filling my belly, tingling down my legs, making my back arch off the mattress.
“That’s right, baby. Just like that.”
Sweat drips from his collarbone onto my chest, and when he presses harder on my clit, the pressure in my body goes supernova, and I shatter. I’m stardust and endless, infinite space as I scream his name.
Logan’s pace stutters for a moment before he thrusts harder into me, his movements frantic as I convulse beneath him, mypussy rippling around him and bringing him right up to the brink with me. When I rake my fingers down his back, he bucks into me and stiffens, finding his own pleasure with a deep roar.
