Logan
Chapter thirty-one
The look in her eyes is enough to have me shoving all other thoughts from my mind. Thank fuck I don’t have to be back at the station tomorrow morning because there ain’t a damn thing that could convince me I need to be anywhere other than right here.
She takes my hand in hers and guides me to the bedroom, but she’s wrong if she thinks she’s taking the lead this time.
It’s been a couple of months, and while I’ve had my hands on her quite a few times now, it’s nowhere near enough.
When it comes to her, I’m fucking insatiable.
Everything about her lights a fire inside of me. A craving that never goes away.
“Got something on your mind, darlin’?” I tease, following her into her bedroom and closing the door behind me.
No matter how badly I want every piece of her, I’ve been telling myself not to rush her since the beginning.
The last thing she needs is for me to come on too strong.
I can only hope she feels the same way about me as I do her and that it won’t be too long before we take the next step in our relationship.
Then again, what comes next when there is more than just the two of us to consider?
Aside from when she’s working, we have been spending most of my days off together.
It would be nice not to have to go back and forth between her place and mine.
At the very least, I wish I had some clothing here, but broaching the subject seems a bit sudden with all she has been through.
I realize I probably sound crazy with how quickly things seem to be moving, but she’s the first and only woman I’ve ever wanted to spend all of my waking hours with. Even my time at the firehouse feels like fucking torture lately because it’s time spent away from her.
She makes a soft humming sound as she stands beside the bed, her fingers teasing along the waistband of her pajama shorts.
Her nipples are hard and peaked beneath her green top, the taut buds begging for my attention.
Fire blazes through my veins as my cock hardens.
I drop my gaze to follow her hand as it moves up her torso, her fingertips tracing her top’s dipped neckline.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” My words are drawn out with a gravel-laced breath.
I don’t think she has any idea how damn beautiful she is.
The way she confidently holds my gaze as she grabs the hem of her top and pulls it off over her head has me captivated.
My dick pulses behind the zipper of my jeans at the sight of her exposed rosy nipples.
I groan, desperate to get my mouth on them again.
“Eyes up here, Lo.” The teasing lilt of her voice has a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips as my eyes lift to hers.
Here I was, dead-set on being the one to take control tonight, and she’s all but commanding my attention.
The gold flecks in her eyes sparkle in the warm, low light of her bedroom as she runs her fingers along the waistband of her pajama shorts.
I’m battling an internal war, fighting to pay attention to every inch of her ample body all at once.
“I’m dying to taste you again.” It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve had my mouth on that pretty pussy of hers.
She curls her fingers around the waistband of her shorts and pushes them to the floor, revealing a thin scrap of lace meant to be underwear.
A tortured growl rips from my chest as I close the distance between us, grabbing her hips and pulling her into me.
Sliding a hand to the nape of her neck, my grip tightens in her hair as I crash my lips to hers.
A soft gasp escapes her before she nips at my lower lip, her teeth sinking in and pulling gently.
“You can taste me,” she whispers, releasing my lip. Her warm breath skates across my skin as she adds, “But only if I get to taste you too.”
Fuck yes.
Lascivious thoughts run through my mind as my cock throbs at the idea of sinking into her hot little mouth.
“On the bed,” I growl, fingers digging into her hips as I guide her back. She crawls onto the bed, her eyes on me as I pull my shirt off. My movements slow as I undo my belt, watching the way she squirms in anticipation. “On your back with your head at the edge.”
She quirks a brow but follows my instructions.
When she’s positioned properly, I shove my jeans and boxer briefs off in one motion, kicking them to the side.
She lets a soft gasp slip free as I fist my cock, stroking from base to tip a few times.
She shifts closer to the edge and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out as I step toward her.
“Good girl." The words are ragged in my throat as I widen my stance and slowly guide my dick between her lips. “Relax your throat for me, baby.”
Leaning forward, I brace my forearms on either side of her hips and drop my head to swipe my tongue through her wet center, flicking my tongue over her clit.
She gasps and moans, the heat of her mouth disappearing as I gently spread her open, teasing her entrance with the tip of my finger as I circle the sensitive bud with my tongue.
Her hips lift to chase my mouth, and I stop.
“Get that pretty mouth on my cock,” I growl.
She whimpers but obliges. I feel her hands on my thighs as she takes me back into her mouth, her tongue licking around my crown. She lifts her head, taking my cock into her throat.
“Fuck,” I bite out. I seal my lips around her clit, sucking it gently as I slide two fingers into her pussy, thrusting my hips into the heat of her mouth.
The taste of her is fucking addicting. I could start and end my days with my face buried between her legs, worshiping her perfect pussy, and it still wouldn’t be enough to satiate the hunger rolling through my veins.
Her thick thighs are spread open, her glistening cunt on display, and all I can think about is coming down her throat while her taste explodes on my tongue.
Her tongue lashes against my cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks me deeper and fights against the urge to gag.
My body shudders, hips rolling to slide my cock back and forth over her tongue as my balls tighten, my orgasm rising to the surface.
“That’s it. Just like that, darlin’. Fuck, you’re doing such a good job,” I praise. She moves her hands to the inside of my thighs, and flames rush down my spine as her fingers curl around my balls. Massaging them in the palm of her hand, she gives them a gentle tug, and I groan. “Harder, baby.”
She pulls back, focusing her attention on the head of my cock. Her tongue flicks over the slit, then glides lower, massaging the sensitive spot on the underside of my crown. Her grip on my balls tightens, and my pre-cum coats her tongue as my cock throbs.
With my mouth back on her pussy, I swipe my tongue through her center before shifting lower, pressing deeper into her throat as I alternate between licking and sucking at her clit.
She’s fucking soaked. Growling against her cunt, I shift back to her clit and slide my fingers in deeper, curling them to press against that spot inside of her that has her a whimpering, writhing mess beneath me.
She pulls back, releasing my cock as my name falls from her lips with a moan, and her hips roll against my mouth.
“Get that cock back in your mouth,” I snap, desperate to coat her throat with my cum. She whimpers, wrapping her lips around my cock just in time for my release to take hold. “Swallow for me,” I growl, and it’s the only warning I manage before my cock begins to pulse between her lips.