I would have fucked Logan onday one out of lust, no question.
But there was more to itnow. Ilikedhim.
He surged forward foranother kiss, deep and toe-curling, sending another rush of blood straight tomy cock. We were running up against a fifty-fifty chance that I’d pass out doingthis, but I didn’t care.
Logan cupping me through myunderwear almost tipped me over, a sharp bite to the inside of my cheek theonly thing that stopped me coming in his hand. I couldn’t ever remember being thisturned on before.
The rest of our clothes cameoff in a hurry, the sound of more than one seam tearing and button poppingmaking me grin. Loganwantedme. Logan wanted me so bad he’d stopped caringabout the deposit on his suit.
I hadn’t felt like thisin a long time.
Maybe ever.
I pushed him down on thebed, naked except for the black lace panties, Logan stripped bare under me.This was exactly where I wanted him.
“Holyshityou’re hot,” Imurmured, fingers catching on the edges of scars, still unsure how excited Iwas supposed to get about those. Logan was a little bit dangerous, and that wasmore than a little bit hot.
Because he was safe for me.He’dbeen nothingbutsafe for me.
“View’s not bad from here,either,” he said, hands resting on my thighs, the heat of them searing my skin.
I would have accepted aquick handjob if that was the only thing on offer, but I could see in Logan’s eyes that hewanted more. That he was ready to take the plunge into shoving his cock intoanother man.
And it was anicecock, and I wasn’t about to say no. Rolling my hips, I slid back so the fabricof my underwear caught against his length, teasing delicate skin. I gasped as aspurt of precome soaked through the thin lace, leaving a sticky trail as Irubbed against him.
I fumbled for the lube andcondoms stashed in the nightstand, swooping down to kiss Logan again while Isearched for them. He thrust his hands deep into my hair, pulling the tie outand tossing it aside.
A gasp escaped me as his cocktwitched, hips rocking against him for friction, my cock straining against myunderwear. But helikedit, and I wasn’t ready to take it off yet.
“I’ve done this before,”Logan said in a rush, catching my gaze and holding it. “With, uh. With girls.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’tassuming you were a virgin,” I said.
I knew Logan had been withother people. His list might even have been as long as mine.
“No, I mean… butt stuff,” hesaid. “With girls.”
Wow.
I was staring. I shouldn’t have beenstaring, should I? That was normal. I knew straight people did this.
“I will pray to any forceyou wanna name that you’re about to tell me you’ve been pegged,” I said, bitingmy lip as the image of Logan on all fours flashed through my mind, a prettygirl with an eight-inch strap-on plowing him into the mattress.
And him moaning and beggingfor more, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, hard cock bouncing againsthis stomach with every thrust.
“No.”
The image burst like a soapbubble.
“Are you gonna…?” he asked,halfway between nervousness and excitement.
I shook my head. “Not tonight. Icouldnotbe patientenough with you and I want your dick all to myself. If that’s okay?”
Logan nodded eagerly, eyeswide.
I grinned. He liked this. He’d done it before,and he liked it.
I silently thanked whateverwoman had been brave enough to try anal with him and uncapped the lube.
