Chapter 12
T he first thing that Logan saw when he opened his eyes was a mess of brown hair covering his pillow. That’s when it registered that his body was pressed tight up against Melanie’s. Her ass tucked nicely into his dick.
He could definitely see himself waking up like this for the next fifty or sixty years.
Sure, she was laying on his arm, and it was completely numb. But that was a small price to pay for having her in his arms.
He huddled in closer to her, breathing in her scent. She shifted in his arms, arching her back and pressing her ass more forcefully into his already hard dick.
“Mmm,” she moaned, stretching her arms above her head.
“Good morning,” he said into her ear. Now that she was awake he didn’t bother to stop his hands from caressing her stomach. The tee she was wearing had ridden up and his hand was touching bare skin.
She turned her head, looking up at him. “Your bed is so comfortable. I slept amazingly well.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t the person you were sleeping with that made it so amazing?”
She turned fully in his arms. “I guess we’ll never know.”
With her hair a mess and her makeup from last night smeared and smudged, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.
“Spend the day with me?” he asked out of nowhere.
She licked her lips, something he’d seen her do a million times when she was thinking. “I’m supposed to spend the day with Carly and Leah.”
“Oh.”
“But, we were just going out on the lake and I think Bran is coming.” She smiled. “Come with us.”
He wasn’t about to say no to that. “Count me in.”
“You know, that’s hours from now,” she said. “Any idea what we could do to kill some time?”
“You’re a very bad influence.”
“I’ll follow your dumb no sex rule but how about this time we use our hands.” She wiggled her fingers in front of his face, a gleam in her eyes.
He stared at her, words unable to form in his mind. He hadn’t been this turned on at the thought of a handjob since he was fifteen.
Even better than a handjob though was the thought that he was also going to get to touch her. Feel her squeeze his fingers and maybe, holy fuck, taste her.
“Hello, Earth to Logan.” She waved a hand in front of his face.
All rational thought went out of his body and he practically jumped on her. He was a man on a mission. A mission that gave him permission to touch her intimately.
“I see you like my idea.” She laughed as he kissed down her neck.
Ignoring her, he asked, “Is taking this t-shirt off part of using hands?” His fingers were already holding the edge of the tee.
“Only if you do the same.
“You first,” he said and lifted it enough so that he could see her stomach. He scooted down a little more and aligned his face with her bare midriff. Slowly, he touched his tongue to her skin. He heard her hiss of breath above him but that only encouraged him more. He licked the path that the shirt was taking only stopping when he reached her bra. She maneuvered the shirt the rest of the way over her head while he stared mesmerized at her bra clad breasts.
“They’re just breasts.”
He scoffed, “First off, there is no such thing as just breasts. Men love breasts. Any and all breasts. And second, your breasts, even covered, are a thing of beauty.”
“Could you imagine if women treated the penis as sacred as men treat breasts?”
“Are you saying you don’t want to worship at the sight of my penis? Cause that might hurt my feelings?”
“I guess we’ll find out when I finally see it,” she teased.
Rolling off her he threw the covers the rest of the way off the bed and began to lower his shorts. “This seems like as good a time as any.”
Logan watched her face as she watched the unveiling of his dick. The photographer in him wanted to remember every detail of the way she looked when she saw it for the first time. Her eyes went wide and her breathing hitched. And when her tongue came out and licked her bottom lip, he was fucked.
“Your turn,” he said, indicating to her shorts.
The speed at which she lowered them was excruciating, especially combined with the need in her eyes and the steady rise and fall of her chest.
He wasn’t sure how he was going to contain himself to just touching and not tasting, but for a future of this, he could do just about anything.
When at last she was naked, at least from the bra down, he pulled his shirt over his head and he moved in.
“Tell me what you want?”
“Turn around.”
Confused, he asked, “That's a weird request?”
“I want to see your tattoo.”
“You've seen it before.” He'd gotten it on a whim right before moving back home for good. It was a giant swallow that covered most of his upper back. Turning, he sat on the edge of the bed.
He felt her fingers lightly feather over his skin. “What's it mean?”
“It symbolizes coming home.” He wanted to say more but her fingers on his skin were lighting him on fire.
“It's gorgeous.”
He turned around pushing her down on the bed, pinning her under him.
“Touch me.” Her voice was solid, not a hint of uncertainty in it.
He slid his hand up her smooth leg, all the way to her hip. Not stopping there, he slipped it down over her gloriously bare pussy.
A shaved pussy was, no joke, the best fucking beauty phase that had ever come along. Whoever came up with that was a goddamn genius.
She was wet, incredibly so, and he dipped a finger inside. Her breathing changed, now choppy and ragged.
“Oh God,” she moaned and her hips circled, grinding against his hand.
And then he felt something touch him. More precisely, touch his dick. Her hand wrapped around him forcefully, causing him to buck his hips.
They weren’t in the best position, standing would have been better, but he could survive a little uncomfortableness anytime she wanted to jack him off.
The intimacy of the situation was off the charts. They weren’t kissing, instead their faces were just inches apart as they brought each other to climax. She went over first, her pussy clamping down like a vise on his fingers. That, combined with her moans, sent him over the edge, spilling warm liquid over the top of her hand.
Her body was still quivering around his fingers as he slipped them out of her. He was about to do something that he didn’t think he’d ever done before and had no idea if it would creep her out. But he would not make it through the day if he denied himself the pleasure of tasting her.
Lifting his hand to his mouth, he watched her watch him. Her eyes widened and she gasped when he licked his fingers. Not stopping there, he put them fully in his mouth and savored the taste of her. Giving them one last lick he pulled them out of his mouth with a loud pop.
“Delicious.”
He saw her body shiver and her hand, which was still gripping his cock, contracted harder.
“Easy baby,” he said and unclenched her fingers from around his most valued asset. “Don’t hurt the merchandise.”
“You just...” She shook her head. “I can’t believe you just...did it taste good?”
He wanted to laugh at her lack of being able to form a coherent sentence. But the only thing that penetrated his mind was her asking if it tasted good.
“The best thing I’ve ever tasted. Maybe next time, you can try.”
And then, like she always did, she surprised him. A grin spread over her face. “Can’t wait.”
––––––––
L ogan dropped Melanie at home and then went to help Bran get the boat ready. When he stepped on Brandon’s dock he was surprised to find Tony there.
“Hey, man,” he said to his friend and they shook hands. “I didn’t know you were going out on the water with us today?”
“Unlike you, my other friend, Brandon, invited me.”
“You have to cut him some slack, Tony, he’s been shacked up with Mel and probably doesn’t even know what day it is.” He knew his brother was joking but it still pissed him off.
“I wasn’t shacked up with Mel. We had a date.”
“Considering that I saw you leave your house a little before seven and then saw you speed by again a little after eight, you’ve either lost your touch with the ladies or you shacked up.”
“Is your sex life so boring that you need to spy on me for entertainment?”
“Wait a minute,” Tony interrupted, “Since when are you and Melanie dating?”
“Since he pulled his head from out of his ass and manned up.”
Logan could see that this conversation was going nowhere. “Last night was our first official date. And before you say anything,” he looked at Brandon, “we did end up coming home early and she did stay over. That is all you get.”
“He drove the Stingray,” Brandon said to Tony.
“Seriously? He never drives the Stingray.”
“You do know that I am standing right here?”
“We know,” Tony said. “But it seemed like you didn’t want to talk about it with us.”
He huffed at a breath. “Can we be done with the Logan and Mel inquisition?”
Brandon laughed and punched him in the shoulder. “I just like to mess with you, man. Come help me take the cover off.”
Within twenty minutes the boat was uncovered and packed with a cooler full of food and beer. About the same time, the three girls; Mel, Carly, and Leah came sauntering down to the dock.
“We all ready to go?” Leah asked.
Brandon grabbed her around the waist and kissed her. “We were just waiting for you.”
Melanie was standing about three feet from him and by the look on her face, she was trying to decide how to handle their relationship. He took the decision out of her hands by taking her hand and pulling her to him.
“Hey again,” he said, kissing her.
Her body relaxed and she kissed him back. “Hi.”
“Everyone stop with the kissing,” Carly said from behind him. “I’m instituting a no kissing rule on today’s boat ride.”
“Not gonna happen,” Leah said, still holding onto Brandon.
“I’m with Leah,” Logan added.
“You know, if you weren’t so mean all the time, you might have someone to kiss too,” Brandon said.
“UGH,” she yelled and stormed onto the boat. “I am formally protesting all this relationship stuff!”
“You guys really shouldn’t tease her like that,” Tony said.
Logan’s mouth fell open in shock. “What the hell, Tony, you tease her all the time.”
He shrugged. “Not recently.”
Logan watched him step on the boat and he looked between Mel and Brandon and Leah. “Have we entered an alternate universe?”
“Leave it alone, man,” Brandon said and then Leah and he got on the boat.
“Am I missing something?” He turned to Mel. He knew that a few months ago Carly and Tony had slept in the same bed after a night of heavy drinking. But he also knew that nothing had happened. Tony had sworn to it.
She gave a small laugh. “I’ll tell you later. Now let’s go have fun.”
The weather was beautiful for a day on the lake. Late July was always hot in Ohio and today was no exception. The sky was a clear blue, not a cloud in sight. Boats were everywhere, filled with families and friends, enjoying the late summer day.
The boat was anchored and Melanie was in the water with Leah and Tony when Carly came and sat next to him.
“How was the date?” Her smile told him that Mel had already mentioned that they hadn’t made it long at the restaurant.
“Best date ever.”
She studied him. “Are you over whatever had you fucked in the head? Cause Mel isn’t a play toy.”
“You think I don’t know that?” He sighed and shook his head. “She’s everything. When it finally hit me that she was and had always been what I wanted, it was like my life came back into focus.”
She nudged him with her shoulder. “Did you invite Anthony?” Her quick change of the subject was classic Carly.
“Bran did.”
“Damn him for meddling.”
“Is there something going on with you two?”
She laughed and stood. “I, with complete honesty, can say that Anthony has never touched me.” She walked away and left him confused. It was pretty normal to be confused by Carly, but this was a different kind of confusion.
Chalking it up to Carly being Carly, he slid off his flip flops, dropped his sunglasses on the seat and went to join Melanie in the water.
Carly was a grown woman and could figure out her own problems.