He groans against my mouth as his hands skim up my body to drag the straps of my dress down my arms. Once my arms are free, my dress falls down to bunch at my waist. He leans forward and presses kisses over my chest while his hands work the clasp of my bra which he strips me of. As soon as my breasts are free, Logan flicks a nipple with his tongue, circling and teasing it before moving to do the same to the other. The bolts of pleasure that shoot to my core have me panting and close to coming just from him toying with my nipples, if that’s even possible.
I fumble with the buttons on Logan’s shirt in a hurry to remove it. Once all the buttons are undone, I strip him of his shirt, letting my hands wander over his hard, chiselled chest. I let them wander further down to the waistband of his jeans. I unbutton them, feeling the hard ridge of his cock straining against the fabric. I pull his jeans and his underwear out of the way and his cock springs free. I reach for it, wrapping my hand around the thick girth of his length and working my hand up and down. I'm surprised at how soft he is, I'm not really sure what I was expecting it to feel like, but definitely not this. Long, hard, smooth, and... throbbing.
He lets out a groan and my mouth waters with the need to have him in my mouth. The thought has me both excitement and nerves fluttering in my belly.
What if I do it wrong?
What if he doesn't enjoy it?
I shift off him and fall to my knees between his spread legs, continuing to work him with my hands. He watches every move I make, his eyes never wavering from mine as I stare at him right back. I lean forward, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, flicking the tip with my tongue, and his hips buck, pushing him further into my mouth.
“Fucking hell, Ames,” he moans, his voice thick and hoarse.
I take more of him in my mouth, using my hand as an extension as I continue to pump him in my hand while my mouth begins to move up and down, my lips closing around his thick shaft.
After a minute or so, I fall into a rhythm, some of the nerves I first felt falling away as Logan’s hand comes to rest at the back of my head, not tugging or pushing, just resting, squeezing a handful of my hair to show me to keep going. It turns me on to know he’s enjoying what I’m doing, and if anything it gives me a burst of confidence, a boldness that I’ve never experienced before. It makes me feel sexy.
“Just like that, baby. Suck my cock.” His hand closes around a fistful of my hair, the noises he’s making only spur me on and I suck him a little harder, hollowing my cheeks while I stroke the underside of his cock with the flat of my tongue.
Logan’s breathing soon comes heavier, his hips thrusting upwards, and just as I think he’s about to come, he pulls himself out of my mouth and reaches forward, lifting me back onto him.
“I wanna come inside you, babygirl.” He pulls my dress over my head leaving me in just my panties before his mouth claims mine. He shifts my panties to the side and lines himself up with my entrance, then pulls me down onto him.
“Oh God, Logan,” I moan as he fills me to the hilt.
“Ride me, baby.”
I lift myself up and drop back down, over and over again until my orgasm begins to build in my lower belly. I grip the sofa cushion either side of Logan’s head as I begin to ride him harder and faster, chasing my release. He brings his hand between our bodies and begins to rub my clit with his thumb and I cry out.
We’re both panting now and my legs are beginning to shake from both exertion and my inevitable release. His hands are on my ass, squeezing and massaging as I rise and fall, bringing us both closer and closer to the edge. His lips close around my nipple and I come with a scream, tumbling over the edge, my orgasm tearing through my body. My head falls back as a scream catches in my throat. My body spasms and trembles as wave after wave crash through me.
Beneath me, Logan thrusts his hips up into me, chasing his own release, and not long after me, he comes. He groans through his orgasm, the sound only prolonging mine as my walls squeeze around him.
We stay like that for a few moments, his softening cock still buried inside me as I rest my head against his shoulder. Once our bodies have cooled and our breathing has returned to normal, I lift myself off him, feeling something warm and wet trickle down the inside of my thigh. Logan sees it too and his eyes go wide.
That’s when we both realise we didn’t use a condom.
“Fuck. Ames… I’m so fucking sorry. I-I didn’t think…” he panics, running his fingers through his hair.
“I-It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” His body relaxes somewhat at my words.
“I’m clean, I swear. I’ve never fucked anyone bare before.”
“Never?” Surely not.
“Does that surprise you?”
“A little. I mean, given all the girls you’ve been with… it’s just hard to believe, that’s all.”
“I’ll have you know Miss Moore that I’m an honourable man and I would never put a girl in danger.” He smirks. “But being with you… you drive me crazy, crazy enough to forget about my number one rule.”
“So, Mister Honourable, what do you plan to do with me now?” I ask playfully.
He rises from the couch, tucking himself back into his pants but leaves the fly undone. “I’m gonna carry you into that bathroom, wipe my cum off your body, just so I can dirty you up all over again.”
I squeal when he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, marching us into the bathroom where he proceeds to make good on his promise, againand again.
Chapter 18
