I run my tongue over my suddenly parched lips and step back so I can drop to my knees. My hands splay over his hips, fingers in the waistband of his pants. “You’re right. Iamhungry.”
Logan’s pupils blow wide, making his eyes dark and fathomless pits of lust as I tug his sweatpants and boxer briefs down his legs, letting his hard cock spring free. “Oh shit, baby. You don’t have to do th?—”
His words cut off with a garbled groan when I stick out my tongue and lick the head of his cock with a slow, deliberate stroke.
“Oh, fuck.”
I grin and open my mouth, taking the crown between my lips and sucking lightly.
“Fuuuuck.” Logan’s head falls back against the door, but his gaze never leaves me as I grip his hip with one hand and wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft with the other.
I let myself explore every hard, pierced inch of my boyfriend’s dick with my mouth and tongue, paying particular attention to the metal barbells that line the underside of his shaft. His hips buck when I run the tip of my tongue around each steel ball before tracing the ridge of his crown.
“Blair. Shit.”
I can tell he’s trying to hold himself back, but I want him to let go. I want him so lost to his pleasure that he lets himself fuck my mouth. I’m so turned on by the taste of him, the feel of him, and the fact that we’re doing this at work where someone could find us, that I’m completely soaked.
Never thought I’d be one of those people turned on by a little danger, but you learn something new about yourself every day.
When Logan’s fingers tangle in my curls, I hum encouragement around him and take him deeper. He rewards me with a strangled whimper he has to muffle with his own hand.
“Baby, I’m close. You need to stop.”
Like hell. Looking up at this gorgeous man I never expected, I let him see my resolve. I have no intention of stopping. I want Logan to fall apart. I want him to lose control. I want to taste him on my tongue for the rest of the day.
He sighs when I pull off for a moment, but I’m not done. Licking my palm, I work his cock with my hand and go back to sucking. I bob up and down his length, taking him as deep as I can as I also fuck him with my hand. When I cup his balls, his grip on my hair tightens.
“Shit. Shit, angel. I’m gonna come.”
Looking up at him with tears pooling in my eyes, I take Logan as deep as I can and suck. His hips buck forward, eyes fathomless pools of lust as pleasure tightens every muscle in his body. His abs clench, his jaw tightens, and his cock jerks in mymouth. I swallow down every last salty drop of his release as he loses control and thrusts into my mouth with a whispered curse.
When Logan’s body stills, he’s loose and languid. The smile on his face is utterly satisfied and full of affection, and then he bends down and pulls me to my feet before quickly tugging his pants back up and slanting his mouth over mine in a searing kiss.
“That was…” He runs a hand through his hair. “Wow.”
Pressing my thighs together, I lean into another kiss. “Agreed.”
“I’m gonna bend your perfect ass over that desk and fuck you silly. Think you can stay quiet?”
My stomach chooses that moment to growl. Loudly. I cover my face, embarrassed, but Logan chuckles.
“Shit, right. You need lunch.”
“I also need to come,” I grumble. Because I do. My clit has its own heartbeat, and my panties are slick with arousal.
“We can do both,” he tells me, cocky as ever. Lacing our fingers together, Logan opens the door a crack to make sure no one sees us sneaking out of an office together. When he’s sure the coast is clear, he tugs me down the hall, hand still wrapped around mine.
“I’ll fuck you with my fingers in the car on the way to the restaurant. Then you can sit in the booth next to me, panties soaked, knowing I’d crawl under the table and lick you clean if it wouldn’t get me arrested.”
thirty-seven
LOGAN
Me
I know it’s a weeknight, but we have games all weekend, and I just realized I haven’t taken you on a real date. So as soon as you get home from work, change into a pretty dress. I’ll pick you up at six.
Blair
