"Midnight, baby."
Oh, god. It was tomorrow.
His turn.
Every thick, throbbing inch of his hard cock sank into me. Retreating, the fat head popped free. He plunged mercilessly back inside. Seesawing between all the way in and all the way out, Logan bounced me up and down his shaft. Each time, the head popped free before he buried himself again. The relentless, sensual stretching of my ass squeezed my pussy and tugged at my clit.
I couldn't breathe. I had been climaxing when he flipped me over and hadn't stopped. Like a freight train out of track, my orgasm rolled through me even after Logan froze with my ass pinned against his stomach, his cock jerking inside me as he filled the condom. My pussy knotted, squeezing at nothing between heavy throbs.
Leaning forward, Logan kissed between my shoulder blades. He pulled back and I felt the head exit, his thumb stroking the rim of my ass while it slowly drew shut in his absence.
Rubbing a fingertip along my clit, he kissed the small of my back then retreated once more into the bathroom.
Returning from the bathroom, he pulled the covers across our bodies and drew me to him. His hand traced the curve of my hip, the slope of my breast, up along my throat to my lips. Mouth followed hands followed mouth as if he were memorizing me in the time it took for him to grow hard again. When he did, he brought my hands to his erection while his fingers explored my pussy all over again.
I started to twist, my hips rolling to a quick crescendo. An indulgent smile playing across his face, Logan pushed me onto my back and disappeared beneath the sheets. He rubbed his face across my stomach and rested it there a few seconds before sliding lower. His broad shoulders forced my legs apart. He started to suckle at my clit. His hands returned to stroking my body, toying with my nipples so that they stayed hard and pointed.
He nibbled at my clit and along the swollen lips of my pussy. He took long swipes along my wet slit as his fingers traced a path to madness. I didn't want to come without him in me and I begged him to fill my pussy with his thick hardness.
He kissed a trail up my breasts, his back arched so that he could rub his cock along the line of my pussy. Canting one hip up in the air, he angled the tip down to my cunt and gave a shallow poke.
"This pussy, baby?"
"Yes, please…" Lifting my ass, I tried to push onto his cock. "I need you to fuck it. Please…I'm going to come if you don't stop teasing me and I want you in me."
Another poke, a little deeper than the first. "Maybe we should wait-"
"No." I drew my knees as close to my chest as I could manage, the insides of my lower legs running flat along the sides of his stomach and hips. "Please fuck my pussy, Logan. It's all empty but it can't stop squeezing. Give it something to hold onto."
"Are you wet enough?"
I was so ready he would soon have a waterbed if he didn't start fucking me. I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed the side of his mouth. "My pussy's soaking, I want you so badly."
He kissed along my throat, his breath heating the skin. The head of his cock circled my cunt before seating just the tip. Easing a hand between us, his fingers slid around the head to force my opening wider.
"Such a tight pussy, baby. So fucking swollen." He dragged his fingertips along the knot of flesh blocking further entrance to my pussy.
I felt my clit slide up as my skin pulled tight in response and I gave another needy little moan. There was no way the swelling was going to go down, not while he was in the same room with me. I started to grind against his fingers and the fat head of his cock. Then my hips rocked with minute precision. Hard, rhythmic contractions squeezed the walls of my channel.
"Fuck, Logan, fuck. Don't make me come before you're even in me."
A wicked laugh and then he pulled his hand away. He reached up under my back to grip my shoulders from behind. His ass lifted up and I reached between us to reposition his cock.
"Hold it straight, baby."
I did and he started to make shallow dips against the entrance, all of his weight resting on his forearms and his toes as they dug into the mattress.
"Stretch those legs wide…wider, baby."
I moved my other hand down, my forearms pressing my thighs apart as my fingers brushed up and down his shaft, keeping him centered as I urged him on.
He drove in, pushing half his length. "You're going to take it all, just like your sweet ass took every last inch."
He pulled back out and then he sank balls deep. Half his weight settled on me, lifted, slammed into me, his hard hips hitting my generously padded ones.
"God, yes. Harder, Logan. Fuck me harder."
He lifted, descended, driving deep. He tilted his hips, angled his cock and dragged it roughly through me before thrusting back in. I moved with him, hips flexing, the muscles of my cunt rolling along his shaft, swallowing the thick tip and squeezing.
"Fuck, baby, yes. Make that lovely cunt suck my dick."
Hard, quick thrusts filled my pussy, the head traveling only a few inches inside me before he threw his weight into another push. He buried his face against my neck, sucking at the flesh, bruising it like he was bruising my thighs and the more tender tissues inside me.
"You feel so good, Lily. So fucking perfect."
I was coming and crying, tears wetting my cheeks, cum coating my thighs as his strokes grew longer and harder. I bucked against him, froze at the same time he did. Our bodies thawing in a flash to slam against one another in unison. Another freeze, another flash and then my pussy began to convulse. His cum gushed from him, the pulsing squirts of his climax following one after the other, my tissues so swollen and sensitive I could feel each ripple of liquid through his shaft.
He drew a hard breath in and then his hips slowly rocked side to side as he gazed into my eyes, waiting until he saw the last jolt of my orgasm run through me before he stopped thrusting.
Hovering over me in exhaustion, he pulled out and sat on the side of the bed for a second. Rolling toward him, I placed my palm against the small of his back and watched his expression from the corner of my eye.
He blinked a couple of times, his top and bottom lip rolling against one another. I had never seen him do that before. My brain ran through half a dozen possible emotions I could assign to that continued lip roll. None of them comforted me — remorse, guilt, a quiet revulsion…
"I'm going to check on Stevie." Leaning to the side, he kissed my forehead — another bad signal of his thoughts.
I watched him grab his robe from the bathroom and wrap it around his gorgeous body. He glanced my way one last time before leaving the room, his gaze clouded and his mouth lifting in an attempted smile.
Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I watched time flicker past. After ten minutes had elapsed, I retrieved my phone and keys from his ACU pockets and started getting dressed. I was just sliding my sandals on when Logan opened the door, one arm wrapped around a fresh blanket.
His gaze dropped to my phone and keys then his brows drew together. "Why are you dressed?"
I sucked a breath in. I had assumed he didn't want me to stay; now it looked like he did. His change of heart, if he had one, didn't matter. He had to think about whether he wanted me to stay and he had spent a dozen plus minutes doing so.
"I need to go home."
He tossed the blanket on the bed. The fabric landed on top of my keys and phone. I retrieved them and turned to leave. His hand curled around my elbow. I glanced up to find him doing that lip roll thing again. I shrugged, trying to extract my arm from his hand. His grip tightened and he stepped closer.
"Your mom isn't expecting you for at least another hour." His thumb rubbed at my arm but his face refused to relax. "You could tell her you're staying or going to Emy's."