I pounced on him before he finished speaking, kissing the words out of his mouth while my hands worked at the zipper on his jeans.
“Whoa, whoa,” he laughed against my mouth and reached out to stop me.
I slapped his hands away, ripped down his zipper, and dropped to my knees in front of him. “You said you want me to make your fantasy come true, so let me.”
Logan groaned as I wrenched down his pants and boxers and freed his hard length. I ran my tongue along the tip of his dick while holding his gaze.
“Nina.” He closed his eyes as I took as much of his length as I could into my mouth. “You’re killing me.”
I closed my lips around him and let my tongue do the talking. Logan threaded his fingertips through my hair and wrapped his fist in my curls. He gave a little tug and groaned again as I reached up to caress his balls.
I took my time worshipping him.Teasinghim, drawing my mouth up and down his cock, alternating fast and slow rhythms, keeping him guessing. I could tell he was holding back, trying not to push too deeply into my oh-so-willing mouth, but I wasn’t having any of that. I wantedallof him. I finally placed my hands on his ass and pulled him deep inside my mouth, to prove to him that I could take every inch of his glorious cock.
It was the green light he was waiting for, and he started pumping with increasing desperation. I could tell he was straining, getting closer to release, until he pulled away with a frustrated groan.
“You. On the bed,” he said in a strangled voice, gripping his gleaming cock at the root.
“One second,” I said. I smiled mischievously as I stripped off my T-shirt, then my jean shorts, and finally my panties and bra until I was standing naked in front of him.
He let out a guttural groan as he crashed into me and landed on top of me on the bed. His mouth and hands raced over me, like he was trying to make up for lost time. I giggled until his fingertips found the heat between my legs.
“You’re soaked already,” he whispered in my ear.
I couldn’t answer because he was already working me to a fever pitch, stroking and caressing my clit so expertly that he had me whimpering in no time.
“Let go,” he coached in a hoarse whisper. “I wanna make you come three times before they even notice we’re gone.”
He continued making delicious little swirling motions against my swollen nub. I pressed against his hand, panting. How was it possible that he could make me feel this out of control this quickly? But it wasn’t a straight shot into orgasm. Logan teased me, edging me closer to the brink then slowing his pace or pressure until I was practically begging him to put me out of my misery.
“You ready, baby?” he whispered.
Logan dropped his head to take my nipple into his mouth, and I almost screamed.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes as the waves started to build. Strangely, I felt like I was about to cry. I couldn’t focus as the explosions started going off throughout my body. I shuddered even harder as he slipped his fingers inside of me.
“There she is,” Logan whispered as I rode out the final ripples of pleasure.
I was wrung out, and it had only taken him a few minutes to get me to this point.
He pressed his lips to my neck as I found my way back to consciousness. “Ready for more?”
I couldn’t form words, so I nodded. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed.
“Hold on,” he muttered, sounding more frustrated than he should’ve considering he had a naked and happy me pressed against him. “This isn’t good.”
That pushed the post-orgasm haze back far enough for me to speak. “What do you mean?”
“Condoms,” he growled as he glanced around the room. He sat halfway up. “I don’t have any in here.”
I stroked his back, daring myself to say out loud the words ricocheting in my brain.
“Well…do we really need them?” I finally asked.
Logan froze, then pulled back to look at my face.
“Are you serious?”
I shrugged, hiding a smile. I didn’t want to influence him one way or the other.
