If Seth didn’t have condoms, Logan’s heart just might explode. He didn’t wait for a response, just pulled at her ankles, dragging her down the bed. Seth had gotten a taste of that pussy. Logan wanted one, too. God, he’d been craving her for months. Her pussy was gorgeous. Perfectly shaved and groomed like the rest of Georgia, but now it was sopping wet from her orgasm. Her first real orgasm.
He touched those plump folds, petting them. “You poor girl. No one’s taken real care of you, have they? I will.”
“Logan, are you talking to me or my girl parts?” Georgia was staring down her body, watching him.
He intended to give her a show. “I’m having a conversation with your pussy, baby. I think I’ll just talk to it from now on. It doesn’t spit bile at me.” He drew his tongue from the entrance to her cunt right to just below her clit. “Seth was right. You taste so good.”
His cock was dying, but he needed to memorize that pussy. He had weeks with her, but he was desperate to know her now, to commit her smell and taste and feel to heart so he could pull the memories out in later years and remember what it felt like to be truly passionate about a woman.
Logan licked and sucked, drawing both sides of her labia into his mouth, giving them equal attention and affection. The flesh was perfectly pink and softer than any silk. And she was so hot and sweet under his tongue. She wriggled a little, but he allowed it. Later, he would tie her down so she couldn’t move an inch, so she was forced to take what he gave her for however long he wanted it to go on. It would be all his way in those moments. She would be his submissive, her goal to obey him so he could give her pleasure like she’d never known.
He sank his tongue deep as his mind was swamped with images of Georgia. In bondage, her nipples in clamps he’d placed there, his collar around her neck. He could dominate her in play, but she needed a top in other parts of her life, too. She needed confidence, and a good top could give that to her. A Dom could teach her to value herself.
Seth. Seth would have to do all those things because Logan wasn’t that kind of Dom. He was the kind of Dom who fucked a sub and sent her on her way. God, he couldn’t help anyone with their problems when he was such a fucking mess himself. He was good for a lay, but nothing more. Not for anyone. But he could try with Georgia.
“You taste better than anything, baby.” He fucked his tongue straight up her cunt, softening the way for his dick. He was so hard, and her little pussy was tight as a damn drum. He took his mouth off her, but allowed his thumb to make long slow circles around her clit, not enough to send her over the edge again, but the perfect pressure to keep her there. “How long, Georgia?”
Her lips were trembling as she looked down at him. Her blonde hair was tousled around her shoulders, the tendrils touching her nipples and making her look so sexy he had to take a breath. “So long.”
That wasn’t an answer. He used his thumb and forefinger to flick at her clit. His cock jumped at the little whine that came out of her. “Try again, Georgia. Be specific.”
Her breath hitched again. “At least a year, year and a half. I kind of gave up on trying. And I didn’t really get asked out all that much. Not by nice guys. And then apparently Seth has been scaring the nice guys off since I got to New York.”
“Damn straight I did.” Seth hopped back on the bed after tossing a string of condoms Logan’s way. His hands were on her breasts in an instant, his mouth lowering down to her nipple. “You don’t need a nice guy, baby. You need a me. And a him.”
God knew he needed her. And eighteen months was way too long for that body to go without being loved and worshipped and adored. He got to his knees, kicking off his pants and ripping open a condom wrapper.
He didn’t want anything between them. He’d never had sex without a condom, but it played through his head that if he just took her, she wouldn’t fight him. She was too far gone. She wasn’t thinking about anything but the next orgasm, the next sweet high he could give her. She would accept his cum into her body, and if nature took its course, then that was the way it went and he wouldn’t be able to leave her. He wouldn’t have to be noble. She would be stuck with him.
And so would that kid, and that was why he rolled the condom over his cock. If he wasn’t good for Georgia, he couldn’t possibly be good for a kid. Knowing what he knew about himself, he couldn’t be someone’s dad. How could he explain to a kid what kind of man his dad was? No. That was for Seth. Seth would be the dad. Seth would be the one to marry her.
But Logan could have her now. Logan could try to make sure that he held some tiny place in her heart, even if he was just a fond memory of pleasure she’d had.
“Are you sure?” He had his cock in his hand, stroking himself as he asked the question.
“Please, Sir.”
He couldn’t resist the “Sir,” but then he would never have been able to resist her. This had been inevitable from the moment he’d stumbled on her last night, maybe from the moment he’d met her. Georgia Dawson was it for him.
Logan moved between her legs, settling himself in, lining his cock up. Later, he wanted to feel her mouth on him, try all sorts of nasty positions, but tonight all that mattered was being inside her.
“Take off your shirt.” Georgia reached for his tank.
This was one of those times when it was good to be the Dom. “I’m in charge, Georgia. And there’s no time.”
He pushed in and her eyes widened as she clutched at his biceps. She wasn’t thinking about what was under his shirt anymore.
Seth moved in behind her, her back to his front. It brought Georgia closer, nestling their chests together and Logan realized he wanted to be skin to skin with her, but he wasn’t ready for her to see the tat. He settled for kissing her.
Her lips were so damn soft, like spun sugar, fluffy and sweet on his mouth. She melted underneath him, opening for him and inviting him in. He slid his tongue inside even as he started to ease his cock deeper.
Heat and a thrilling tightness squeezed his dick. She was ridiculously tight. He had to take her inch by inch, gently working his way in. Take an inch, ease back out. Thrust a little harder. All the while, he had to take charge of his brain because he wanted to mindlessly fuck her, to thrust in and not stop until she was coated in his cum, completely branded as his.
But he had to make this good for her. He had to be slow and steady.
“I feel so full.” Georgia’s head rolled against Seth’s chest, but her ankles hooked around Logan’s waist. “More. I want more.”
She surprised him at every turn. “You want more? I got more for you.”
He took another inch with a quick thrust. And then Georgia’s hips shifted and drew him in further, finally taking him to the root. He was surrounded by Georgia’s heat, his skin flashing with fire. She felt so good, so fucking right. He twisted his pelvis against her clit in a long, slow grind. Her chest hitched, her eyes dilating with pleasure. Her nails bit into his flesh, but he liked that bite of pain. He liked the fact that she was leaving a mark on him. He would feel it all day tomorrow and remember how Georgia tightened up when she came all over his cock.
He forced his dick up, trying to find her sweet spot. Over and over, he thrust in and pulled out and ground down. Georgia’s hips moved with his, her body finding a rhythm. He’d expected that sex with Georgia would be a fight, that he would have to force pleasure on her, but again, she threw him for a loop. She worked with him, his name on those luscious lips, her eyes watching him. There was no fight in those baby blues. There was affection and a sweetness that pierced through him. She was his because she gave herself to him, not because he could take her. What Georgia was offering him wasn’t something that could be forced or stolen. It was a gift.