The circles he rubbed on my stomach continued, moving up, dangerously close to my breast. The tip of his finger grazed the underside of my boob, sending chills through my entire body.
“If you don’t want to talk, I get it.” And I did, he already got me twice and nothing for him.
His hands immediately moved to my hips, gripping them tightly, as if to keep them still.
“I do, I think we should get to know one another,” he said. “Just a little hard with you looking the way you do while sitting on me with no panties on.”
His smirk was adorable.
“Seems that’s one area you and I have in common: daddy issues.” He paused, his eyes failing to focus on me. “My dad never hit my mom, but he was a verbal and mental abuser, the best at what he did, which made him a menace. A true narcissist. He destroyed my mom’s self-esteem, along with mine. She finally left him when I was in middle school, but he didn’t leave me alone. He still felt he was myfather.” He put that last word in air quotes, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “He loved that I played football, bragged about it to all his buddies. But when he was around only me, it was one comment after another about how shitty I was, and how I’d never amount to anything in life.”
Logan was getting agitated, his heart beating fast under my palm. He let out a long, deep breath before continuing.
“Eventually, I cut him off, no more visits, and I told him not to come to my games. I knew he was there, I still heard him. But at least he didn’t seek me out after the games anymore. The only thing I still dealt with was the occasional annoying text either begging for us to get together, or him telling me what a shitty son I turned out to be.”
I leaned against his chest, my head on his heart, and held him. His arms wrapped around me, and we lay down on the couch for a while, quiet.
“I won’t say I’m sorry, because I didn’t do any of that to you. But I will say that I hate him for doing that to you, and I hate that you had to endure that. My heart hurts that he was the reason for you feeling the need to turn to alcohol to escape.”
His arms pulled me in tighter against him as he kissed the top of my head.
“He’s not in my life anymore, so there’s that, at least.”
His words were so final, and I didn’t completely understand them. A man like that seemed hard to keep away for good, but Logan also seemed done talking. As I lay against his heart, the beat strong and steady, the irony of our night struck me.
I’d have never thought I’d be half-naked in his arms, ever. And getting to know one another on so many levels.
About that…
I pushed against him and sat up, my knees against his hips, as my naked nether region was aligned perfectly with his not quite fully hard dick. Leaning down, I supported myself with that sculpted chest of his and shimmied back and forth along his length, feeling him grow beneath me.
“I guess we’re done talking,” he said with a sultry grin.
His fingers dug into my hipbones, the grip so tight it almost hurt. He stopped me from moving above him.
“If you keep doing that, our night will end before you want it to.” His guttural words came from deep within as his eyes fluttered closed.
I struggled against his clutch as I bent down close to his ear. “I like that I have that effect on you.”
That did something to him. He grabbed my ass as he jerked himself up to a sitting position, keeping me on his lap. The blanket fell from my shoulders, and I ripped the shirt over my head, my entire body exposed to him. His hands caressed my back, up my spine, over my shoulders, eliciting bumps on my skin along the way. When his touch hit the top of my chest, he stopped. I watched his eyes become heated as they stared at my breasts, wide with desire. He dragged his fingers across my chest, to each breast, roughly gripping each one.
“I love your tits, Ava. I’ve dreamt of touching them, licking them. I wasn’t quite expecting the piercings.”
His finger played with one as he said that. The sensation it created rippled throughout my body.
“Do you not like them?”
He responded by bending down, his tongue dipping to my left nipple, savoring and nibbling on the metal bar and sensitive skin. My hand went to my right breast instinctively, pulling at my right nipple.
“Oh, I like them,” he said. “That’s probably an understatement.” His words were muffled against my skin as his mouth continued its work.
At the same time, the desire I felt inside, deep and low, was mounting. My lower half rocked against Logan, writhing against his hard cock, needing relief.
“Ava…I’m going to fuck you,” he mumbled. “I need to be inside you.”
This was not asking consent.
This was a declaration.
