Single Mom’s Guide to Love (Guide to Love #2)

4. Logan

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logan

I’ve always prided myself on being a gentleman.

I open doors and help women into seats. I carry their bags and hold their hands as they step out of cars.

I wasn’t gentlemanly earlier tonight when I made a bet with Maeve about who would get a room first. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I got mine when we arrived and already had the keycard in my wallet.

Now all I can think about is getting her into that room and tasting her lips again.

Except now I must wait for a bloody lift that I apparently have to share with six other people.

“Patience,” she whispers, sensing my eagerness.

“Not one of my virtues.”

“You’ll be fine,” she says. “It’s just a few floors.”

“Try twenty-three,” I groan as I pull us to the back, placing her in front of me as the other people get situated. Everyone else calls out their floor numbers, but I keep quiet. I don’t need to bring attention that we’re going to the penthouse level. I don’t want any attention on us at all. Not for what just came through my mind.

“Stand still,” I order through a whisper, my lips against her ear. Her body goes still at my command, which makes my cock harder than it already is.

Oh…does Maeve like being told what to do? That makes sense. Because Maeve is the kind of woman who wants control. Needs it. Dare I say craves it. Has she ever let go? Does she want to? Judging by how her body is reacting to my simple order, I think she does.

And luckily for her, I’m just the man who can give that to her.

Not because I’m some sort of dominant in the bedroom, but I can take the lead. I can be whatever she wants me to be, because all I want is to see her come apart at my touch. I want to hear her scream my name. Knowing that I made a woman find that release? There’s no better high. So however I need to be, and whatever I need to do, to get them there—sign me up.

But I have a feeling Maeve isn’t going to be as easy as asking if she wants top or bottom. I’m going to go on a limb and guess that she’s always been in charge, but until right now, she didn’t know she wanted to just let go. To feel pleasure so deeply that her brain shuts off. To take every decision out of her hands so she can truly experience what it’s like to be cared for.

And because I have only this one night, I’m going to make damn sure that’s what I do.

Doing my best not to make a sound, I kneel down behind her, pretending that I’m tying my shoe. When I’m sure no one is looking, I slowly start moving my hand up her leg.

“Oh!” she yelps, causing a few people to turn and look. They apparently don’t notice me on the ground, or where my hand is, because they just go back to staring ahead after Maeve mouths an apology.

I look to catch her biting her lip as she subtly widens her stance as my hand travels up her leg. I swallow a groan as I keep going, her pose now perfect as I slide my hand over the wet lace at her pussy.

I hear a slight sound from her just as the bell alerts us to a floor stop. Two couples exit and I stand up, realizing I can’t keep kneeling and without drawing attention.

When the door closes, I let my fingers play a little more, sliding her panties to the side so I can insert a finger into her wet pussy. I look up at the beautiful sight that’s Maeve’s face growing redder, her head tilting back as she lets me finger her in front of an audience.

I push thoughts away of my apparent newfound fondness of public displays of sexual affection as the lift stops on the eighteenth floor, letting out the last couple. I slowly lower my hand, and hear a whimper from Maeve, as the doors close.

“Holy shit,” she breathes out as I take the few steps needed to scan my keycard for the penthouse level. “Wait! When did you get a key?”

Ah…yes. Our bet.

The bet I knew I won the second she proposed it.

“I’ve had it all night. Got it at check-in and didn’t tell you since you didn’t have yours yet. Perks of being Logan Matthews.”

She looks almost shocked that she was duped. “So when we made that bet earlier?”

I shrug and walk back to her, pressing her body against the wall of the elevator. “Guess you’ll just have to get used to me calling you Love…Love.”

She narrows her eyes at me, which somehow turns me on even more. Wait, do I also like my women a little angry? I’m learning so much about myself tonight…

“New bet,” she says confidently. “Double or nothing.”

I didn’t expect her to say that, but I’m here for it. The competitor in me loves a challenge. And maybe if I press into her a little more so she feels how hard I am, the bet stipulations will fall under the orgasm category.

“If you can make me come twice tonight, but in different ways, you can continue calling me Love,” she says.

If I had the room, I’d run a victory lap. Hell, another minute in here and I would’ve had her screaming.

“Deal,” I say as the lift door opens and I take her hand to lead her out.

“Aren’t you going to propose a return wager?” she asks.

“No need.” I tap the keycard against the lock, the green light flashing, signaling for me to open the door.

“It’s okay to admit your shortcomings,” she says with a teasing tone. “That’s very gentlemanly of you to lose with grace.”

Oh Love…you have no idea what you’re getting into…

The door is barely shut before I take her hand and pull her back toward me, swiftly pinning her against the door.

“You seem to forget I’ve played video games my whole life. Which means I’m very, very, good with my fingers.”

Her eyes go wide and she opens her mouth like she’s going to fire off a witty comeback, but I plant mine on hers before she can say anything else, bringing up her skirt in the process.

Fuck…her lips are perfect, just like I knew they’d be. They’re soft, yet somehow also demanding. I can tell this is a woman who’s used to being in charge in the bedroom just by how her hand wraps around my head, holding me in like she’s calling the shots.

I love it when I’m right…

Without breaking our lips, I take her hands in mine, bringing them over her head and holding them in place with just one of mine. I use my free hand to trace down the side of her face, her breast, and waist, before trailing over to cup her throbbing pussy.

“You got so wet for me,” I moan into her lips as my fingers resume where they left off.

Maeve seems to like this, deepening the kiss while also begging me with her hips to give her more.

“I thought you were patient?” I whisper as I allow my lips to start kissing their way down her chin and onto her neck.

“That was before I knew you were a tease.”

I chuckle against her pulse. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

I press one more kiss against her neck as I drop to my knees. I wasn’t lying to her about my agile fingers, which are coming in quite handy as I quickly undo the clasp of her skirt and lower the zipper in record time. I push it down, leaving her standing in nothing but a blouse that’s fighting to stay closed, and a pair of red lace panties calling to me like a matador.

“So sexy,” I say, sliding my fingers through her soaked thong before I rip it off her body.

She gasps at the sound of the thread tearing. Or maybe it’s the feeling of me inserting two fingers inside her. Either way, I have Maeve panting, begging, and right where I want her.

“Since I’m going to win, I’m going to let you choose how you want to lose.”

“What?” Her voice sounds like she’s not in her body, which balloons me with a swell of pride. “What do you mean choose?”

I take one of her legs and throw it over my shoulder. Her hands press against the door for balance, which is a good thing. She’ll need it.

“I’m going to make you come on my cock. That’s a given. But for the other…do you want my tongue?” I pause to show her, giving her a slow, long, lick.

“Holy shit…” she moans as her other leg wobbles.

“Or do you want my fingers? Your choice.”

I slowly take the two fingers I was teasing her with earlier and mimic the motion I just made with my tongue, slowly grazing over her, inserting them just enough so she can feel it, before continuing the motion.

“Fuck!” she screams. Luckily we’re the only ones on this floor. Though, if she keeps this up we might wake the hotel. “Both. Fingers. Mouth. I don’t care. Please, Logan.”

“Oh Love…was that begging I heard?”

She nods her head as she does her best to try and ride my fingers, begging with her body for more pressure. “Yes. Please. Just make me come.”

I have a feeling this is the first time ever in her life Maeve has begged for anything. And who am I to deny her?

I don’t say anything else as I push my two fingers further inside her, giving her what her body had been asking for. I don’t think she was ready for them, as I hear her hands smack the door. It only takes a few curls and swipes before her hands fall to my shoulders, needing me to keep her balance. When I fully insert them she lets out a feral scream and falls onto me, her hands holding onto my shoulders for dear life.

“Jesus Christ, Logan,” she whimpers, her nails now digging into me. “How are you…shit I’m…”

I slowly put her foot down on the floor so I can stand up. I want to watch her face as I make her come all over my hand.

“Now, Love. Come for me now.”

Our eyes lock as I watch in awe as I feel her start to come apart on me. She throws her head back, and I quickly catch it with my free hand so she doesn’t bash it against the door. And…holy shit, did her eyes roll back in her head? Bloody hell, that was fucking amazing.

And this is why I say I get off by watching others. Tell me something fucking hotter than what I just witnessed. Go ahead. I’ll wait.

I know I should be a gentleman and bring her down. A little after care. But no. Instead of letting Maeve catch her breath, I’m picking her up and carrying her into the suite.

“What are you doing?”

I make quick work of the distance between the entrance of the room and the bedroom, our breathing the only sounds in the air as I place her on the mattress. She still looks slightly dazed as she gets her bearings. Her brown hair is tousled, and her shirt is disheveled. I don’t think I’ve ever been turned on more in my life.

“I’m going to fuck you. Any objections?”

I know my in-charge tone is a risk. I might have her a little off guard from the orgasm, but this is still a control-freak woman who has likely never been ordered around in the bedroom before. But just as I’m questioning my tactics, I see her bite her bottom lip. Her eyes look me up and down. And when they lock on mine again? I knew I was right.

This woman wants to lose control.

“Rest of your clothes—take them off,” I demand as I take off my jacket and start unbuttoning my dress shirt. I’m in such a rush I don’t fully appreciate the show in front of me with Maeve, though I do catch the finale as she unclasps, then tosses aside, her lace bra.

Holy fuck, I knew this woman was gorgeous. But the vision before me now? There are no words to describe her. She’s now kneeling on the bed, her perfect tits on display. A trim waist, but it also doesn’t look like she’s starving herself. Hips that I can see myself grabbing onto.

God, where should I start…

I push down my trousers and snug briefs in one motion before closing the distance between us. I reach down for her, bringing our lips together again. Her soft lips and begging tongue are doing something to me that I haven’t felt maybe ever. I wish I could kiss her all night, and maybe after this I will, but there are some things I need to check off the list before this woman vanishes from my life.

A grunt escapes my mouth as her hand snakes between us and she starts stroking my cock. Christ, she feels so good. Her strokes are firm and long, and I can’t get the image out of my mind of her mouth working me in tandem with it.

Which is why it nearly kills me to say what I’m about to.

“Stop.”

She jerks away with a panicked look in her eye. “Stop?”

I lean in for a reassuring, yet hard, kiss. “Only because I can’t wait any longer to fuck you.”

Her eyes flicker a shade darker. “You trying to win the bet?”

“Something like that.” I grab her hips and start turning her around. “On all fours. Let me see that perfect ass in the air.”

She bites her lip again as she does what I say. I don’t take my eyes off her as I fumble for my wallet, quickly grabbing a condom.

“You ready?” I ask, stepping closer as I sheath myself.

She looks over her shoulder, her eyes burning in anticipation. “Win that bet, Logan.”

“Gladly,” I groan, stepping up to her and kneeling on the bed, perfectly positioning myself to enter her.

“Ah!” she yells, falling to her elbows as I slide in. She’s still wet from earlier, but holy fuck is she tight. And I’m not just saying that to make me feel better about the size of my dick. The woman’s pussy is gripping me like a fucking vise, and I’ve barely entered her.

“So fucking tight.” I grit out, slowly starting to move in her.

She whimpers something unintelligible as I slowly work her up. She doesn’t move from how she’s fallen on the bed, which, if I do say so myself, gives me such a better angle and picture of her ass that I do appreciate. I give it a slap for good measure, which seems to perk her up as I continue slowly thrusting into her.

“Harder.” Her word comes out as a muffled whisper.

Did she just ask me to go harder?

“Say it again. Tell me what you want.”

She pushes back up to all fours and turns her head around. Her eyes are determined, and her cheeks are flushed. At this moment, she’s a siren. I know I said I’d be in charge tonight, but this woman could tell me anything right now and I’d do it.

“Fuck me harder, Logan. Please.”

I feel a roguish smile form on my lips. “Gladly.”

And I do. I fuck her with reckless abandon. I squeeze her hip and smack her ass. I pound into her as if I’m trying to imprint myself onto her.

Needing more, and wanting to see her come apart again, I quickly pull out and flip her over, throwing one leg on my shoulder as I ram back into her. The position makes her back arch, and the scream she gives out as I rub her clit with my finger was worth not seeing her ass bounce against my hips.

“Logan…” She doesn’t say anymore as my name trails off on her tongue. But I know what she was about to say. I can feel it. Her cunt is squeezing me again, and if I’m being honest, I’m not too far behind. Watching her fall apart underneath me is going to be my undoing.

“Just let go, Maeve. Just let go…”

And she does. With one more hard thrust, combined with a perfectly timed rub of her clit, I watch as this beautiful woman has an orgasm that goes through her entire body. Her body is shaking as it hits her, which is plenty to send me over the edge with her.

That feeling of pure bliss shoots up my spine and I fall down on top of her, feeling my cum spill into the condom, but I refuse to pull out. No, not yet. Not as I feel Maeve’s body under me, both of us recovering from an experience I don’t think either of us are going to forget.

At least I know I won’t.