Fuck, he is so damn beautiful.
My neck arched and I lost sight of him as he pushed several fingers thick into my cunt. He fucked them in and out, the pressure from his knuckles blowing my mind as he rotated inside me. The tips of his fingers dragged hard against my flesh with each twisting retreat. I bore down on him, wanting to prolong the sensation but found the pleasure too intense.
"Logan…" My hips crested. I squeezed at my breasts, aching to come but not wanting to succumb so quickly.
He softened his attack, his fingers stilling inside me while he suckled my clit at a tender, leisurely pace. My lower body relaxed, but contractions ran through my cunt, pulling my clit tight and refusing to relent. I squirmed, hovering at the precipice and moaning his name.
His mouth lifted and I felt the sharp flick of his nail against the spine of my clit. I gasped. He flicked it again. I inhaled another ragged breath, my lungs refusing to release the first. A third flick and I was certain I would explode.
Getting on his knees between my thighs, Logan pinched my clit, pulling it taut as the fingers of his other hand work inside me. He had to be four fingers in, my pussy stretched almost as wide as if his cock filled me.
"You come too quickly, baby," he teased. I whispered my apology but he shook his head. "Teaching you to control them will give me great joy."
My eyes shuttered in pleasure as he forced me back from edge with the thick, inching penetration of his fingers. The palm of his other hand rested across my mound, just his thumb engaged in a toying line against my clit. A quiver rolled through me and I heard him groan over the static roaring in my ears as my jaws and eyes clenched.
"Relax, Lily."
I tried to swallow, gargling air as my hips shot up and every nerve ending blazed with lust. His strokes in and atop me intensified, coming harder and faster. My clit tingled and pulsed; my cunt gripped and tugged his fingers.
My body no longer mine to command, I wrapped my arms around my head. My ass levitated. Logan's hands disappeared for an instant then gripped my generous bottom as his cock invaded me. Hands unraveling from my hair, my eyes flew open in surprise.
I could tell by his purposeful gaze and breathing that he remained in control. The only one in danger of coming with him bare inside my pussy was me. I squeezed at his shaft, desperate to erode his self-discipline. Biting at his bottom lip, Logan shook his head, his eyes knowing and half-slitted as he denied me.
Arms shifting, his palms along my lower back, he supported me more firmly and strengthened his thrusts. "Mmm…baby. Graspy little hole, isn't it?"
I couldn't stop squeezing at him, milking his cock as I thundered back to the edge. My clit jerked rhythmically between my pressed labia while I ground against Logan within the tight confines of his embrace.
"Mmm, yes." He bit harder at his lip and then his mouth suddenly relaxed to form a small circle, its bottom quivering.
Too late for me to coax him closer to his own release, my climax ripped through me. Reaching down with both hands, I squeezed at my mound as if I could stop the surging abandon. Held aloft by his strong arms, I trembled and quaked until little jets shot from me to wet his stomach.
Growling, Logan dropped me and fastened his mouth to my clit, sucking and fucking at my pussy until my bones melted and I couldn't stop crying his name.
Three weeks of bliss followed, interrupted only occasionally as I tried to balance Logan's desires with my home life. Home was exactly the problem. Logan wanted me to move in. He at least wanted me to be open with my parents about my seeing him.
Escorting me to my car on a Friday night, he stopped me before I could open the door. He turned me so that I faced him then wrapped his arms around me. A flutter of the front room curtains produced a sympathetic twitch in my stomach.
"Stevie's watching," I warned. Logan and I had kept things low-key around Stevie, never indulging in more than a light hug or caress when he was up and around.
Cupping my chin, Logan forced me to meet his gaze.
"Champ knows you're my girlfriend, baby." Lowering his head, he kissed me. "He doesn't have a problem with it like you do."
Feeling the push of his sizable erection into the soft flesh of my stomach, I couldn't help but relax and open my mouth to his inquisitive tongue. He took it slow, tightening his grip on me and controlling my head as he claimed a deeper kiss.
With a sigh, he stopped and drew my gaze back to his. "Tonight, Lily."
I nodded, another wild flutter unleashing inside my stomach. I had agreed to break the news to my parents provided I could do it alone. Convincing him to leave it to me had been no small feat. I was half-certain he expected me to chicken out.
I wouldn't call what happened later that evening at home chickening out. It was more like a calculated retreat until I could bring in reinforcements. Things might have gone differently had the conversation with my mom not started on the wrong note before I even had a chance to broach the topic on my own.
I walked into the house to find her sitting in the kitchen, her address book in one hand and a pen in the other. Looking up at me, she tapped the pen against the book. "Back from Major Jones, dear?"
Sucking in a lungful of air, I nodded and turned to the refrigerator. Shoulders tense, I removed a bottle of water and cracked its seal before looking at her over my shoulder. At the same time, the door from the living room swung inward, my older sister Judy appearing with her usual sneer plastered across her face. Grabbing her backpack from the hook by the front door, she unzipped the front pocket and started pawing through its contents. Two years out of college, she had moved back into our parent's home after breaking up with her fiance over the summer.
Mom cleared her throat. "Is the Major seeing anyone?"
My heart skipped a beat. No way in hell was I going to have this conversation with my mom with Judy in the room. Judy's most likely reaction comprised half the reason I'd avoided a conversation with my parents. Once they knew, she'd know.
Cheeks heating, I shook my head. Smiling, my mom thumbed through her address book.
"You remember Natalie Baker?"
"Yeah." I straightened the frown trying to pull my mouth down. Natalie Baker was another Mrs. Jones — very thin and every bit as self-absorbed.
"I thought we could have a barbecue and invite them both over."
My gaze tracking right to where Judy pretended to continue searching her bag, I offered an alternative. "What about Katie Pearson?"
Judy's lip curled higher at the mention of Katie. Whereas Natalie is another Mrs. Jones, Katie is more like me, only a couple sizes smaller. My focus shifted to my mother. She wore one of those half-smiles she adopts while she's trying to figure out the politest way to tell someone they're stupid.
"You don't think the Major would be interested in Miss Pearson?" I kept my voice neutral, no hint of the heartache starting to swell inside my chest when Judy snorted.
The half-smile remained frozen on my mom's face a few more seconds before she blinked. "Well, you know dear…the Major is…" She cleared her throat then blushed. "Well, va-va-va-voom. Katie is a great gal, but-"
"She's a lard ass," Judy interjected.
The color on mom's cheeks darkened from a sensual pink to an angry red. "Judy, I've warned you about that language in this house."
More hurt cemented in my chest. Mom warned Judy a dozen plus times a week, the language always directed at me. It never proceeded beyond warnings, so she was only kind-of-almost-half-assed sticking up for me.
"It's true." Judy hooked her car keys to her jeans and zipped the front pocket of her bag before shouldering it. "And Fatty Bo Batty here needs to hear it so she can stop pretending Logan might ever be interested in her."