Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CRASH
My cock is thick and heavy in my pants. The greedy prick is wanting inside my girl like he has never wanted anything before.
Her body wriggles beneath my lips, as I kiss down her body, needing her taste on my tongue. My fingers slip over the waistband of her leggings, pulling them and her panties down her leg, as my lips leave a trail of hot kisses over her skin.
“Lower, Logan. Please.”
I chuckle when I swirl my tongue around her navel, and her breath hitches when I do.
“You want me here?” I tap my finger over her clit, making her whimper.
“Yes, please.”
“Fuck, I love the sound of you begging, baby. Your pussy is weeping for my tongue, and my cock.”
“As much as I love the dirty talk, Logan, I want that mouth to do so much more,” she pants, her voice demanding.
I swipe my tongue through her dripping cunt, from bottom to top, sucking on her clit when I reach it. Her back bows off the bed, her cries of pleasure filling my ears and spurring me on to make her cry out my name.
Dipping my finger into her pussy, she calls out my name, her juices coating my digits, while my tongue flicks and sucks at her clit.
Her fingers grip at the bedding under her, thighs tighten around my head, keeping just where she wants me, and fuck, I would happily stay here if it made her feel good.
“More.”
I give her more, adding two more fingers into her dripping pussy, the one that I am the only man to every stick a dick into. Then a thought rolls through my head like a freight train on broken brakes.
Shooting up the bed, I pin her arms above her head, causing her wide, shocked eyes to lock on me.
“Have you been with anyone else?” I try to keep my tone casual, but the ugly green beast inside is simmering below the surface.
“Are you freaking kidding me right now? Get off me.” She tries to buck me off, but I am stronger than her, so I hold firm.
“No. Fucking answer the question.”
“God, you’ve got some nerve. You were flirting with your ex-girlfriend in front of me, letting me believe that you were fucking her. So what if I fucked someone else? We were done, remember?” she snaps, fire raging in her eyes.
“I didn’t fuck her,” I growl.
“But you let me believe that you did. So if I did fuck anyone else, you can’t do shit about it, Crash.”
I latch onto the words ‘if I did,’ my jealousy fading. I know she would not do something like that; Stevie is not an easy lay like most of the women I know. But I had to know for sure.
“I fucking love it when you get all feisty.” I smirk.
She tightens her thighs, bringing her heels down to kick my calves, making me grunt. I press my hips hard against hers, but she fights me.
“You fucking asshole.”
“Yeah, but I am yours.”
“Now, that is debatable.” I chuckle at her reply.
I kiss her, hard, dipping my tongue into her mouth, and our tongues duel for control. I laugh against her mouth, before moving off the bed. Her eyes track my every move, the heated gaze showing me she likes what she sees.
“I have a lot to make up for, baby. Being a man, I am going to mess up a few more times in our lifetime.”
“Lifetime?” she asks, her eyes wide, her lips parted.
“Yeah. Lifetime. Once you forgive me, I am never letting you go again.” I remove my clothes, one item at a time and fuck, I love having her eyes on me.
When I am down to my boxer briefs, she bites her lip knowing what is coming next. I take good care of myself, eating okay most of the time, and I like working out with my brothers, even if I am not built like they are.
“You are so freaking hot,” she expresses.
“Right back at you, baby. Now” —I move onto the bed, inching closer to her body, where she lies in wait for me— “Are you ready for me?”
She nods, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Then she smirks, a mischievous look flashes in her eyes, before she is on the move. Slipping down the bed and before I can stop her, her mouth is around my cock, sucking me deep, while I watch.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunt, as she swallows me down her fucking throat.
Tilting my head down to watch as she sucks me into her mouth, I see her hand cupping my balls, like she was fucking born to do it. Her tongue toys with the head of my dick, her smile telling me she is enjoying the little torture routine she is performing.
“When?” I hiss, when she teases the underside of my cockhead, with her tongue. “How?” I grunt.
“I told you, I like reading romance books. You can learn a lot from reading, baby.” Before I can give her a smart-ass comment, my cock is down her throat and she swallows.
“Fuck me, quick. You are going to make me come down that pretty throat soon, Stevie, if you keep doing” —I suck in a breath, when her teeth drag across the sensitive head of my cock— “That.”
“Do it. I want to taste you.” Her voice is husky, sexy, and makes my balls draw up.
“ Make me come down your throat, Stevie.” I hiss, my teeth clenched from how intense the sensation is.
She is fucking lucky I have a quick recovery time. Shock takes over when I see her hands drop to the bed. She tilts her head back so she can look at me, her eyes telling me she is giving me permission to fuck her mouth.
With a wink, she solidifies her intentions. Keeping my weight on my forearms and toes, I thrust, fucking into her mouth.
“Play with that pussy, baby. Get it nice and wet for me.”
I slide my cock in and out of her mouth. Her tongue moves along the underside, adding to the sensation.
“Fuck, that is so good. I am going to come, babe.”
I thrust faster, deeper, and she lets it happen. My girl has no gag reflex, which is very good to know. My balls draw up, my spine gets that familiar tingle and my legs get weak.
“Fuck, yeah.” Her hands go to my hips, holding me in place while I shoot my load down her throat.
Panting, my chest heaving, I move down her body, my feet dangling off the bed while I seal my mouth over hers with a hot kiss. I can taste myself on her tongue, something I have never done before.
“I need in your pussy, baby,” I growl, slipping off the bed. I flip her over, and she lets out a yelp, then a giggle.
Getting to her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder, she smirks at me, taunting me with her perfect ass. Rocking forward and back, her glossy pussy calls to me, wanting to be filled with my dick and hell, I want that too.
“You want this?” I pump my wet cock that is still covered in her saliva.
“I do. So, are you going to give it to me?”
Hell, I like this sexy minx vibe she has going on. Bending down, I pull a condom out of my jeans, sliding the latex over my shaft. Running the head of my dick over her entrance, she whispers my name.
“Logan.”
“I love it when you whimper my name. But you know what’s better?”
“Wh-what?” she stutters.
“When you scream it.” I drive home, slamming into her in one hard thrust.
“LOGAN!” she cries out.
I grip her hips, keeping her in place while I fuck her hard and fast, my hips slapping into her. The sounds of her soaked cunt make my balls ache to be deeper inside her.
“Yes.” She pants. “Harder.”
I grit my teeth, sweat covering my skin and hers, while I fuck her harder. Her whimpers and cries of pleasure do something to my soul. She is fucking made for me. Looking down at her body, her back is arched, her ass pushing back onto my cock while I thrust fast into her.
“Oh, fuck, I am close,” I growl, my fingers digging into her flesh, leaving my marks on her.
“I need you to come soon, baby. God, your cunt is the highest caliber a man could fucking hope for and this one is all mine.”
Stevie moves, lowering her upper body down onto the bed. I slip in deeper, making us both make sounds of pleasure and ecstasy.
“Yes.” The word slips free on a hiss, my balls drawing up; I am so fucking close.
Reaching around her body, I find her clit, hard, and throbbing. Pressing down hard, making perfect circles with my fingers has her screeching as her orgasm takes over.
Her body violently shakes, her voice hoarse from screaming. I fuck her through the climax until I find my own high. Emptying my balls into the condom, a flash of Stevie round with my baby plays in my head, causing more cum to squirt from my dick.
“Oh, fuck,” I say out loud, but ‘what a sight to see’ reels in my head.
Panting, I rest my head on her back. I have no fucking idea how the hell our legs have not given out yet. As I think that, Stevie lies flat on the bed, my dick slipping from her body.
“Oh, I am going to feel that for days,” she mutters, her voice muffled by the bedding.
“So is my dick.” I chuckle. “Be back.”
I move off the bed, walking into the bathroom to clean up, before I come back and do the same to her. Once I take a piss and wash up, I wet a washcloth, then return to Stevie, who is still lying face down on the bed.
She turns her head to face me, a lazy smile on her face.
“You good?” I grin, asking her.
“I am better than good.”
“Spread.” I tap her thigh.
She does as I say, and I grin at how compliant she is right now. Clearly, I need to use a good orgasm to get what I want in the future. When she is cleaned up, I toss the cloth into the laundry basket, before moving back to the bed.
“Baby, slide up.” She still has a lazy, sated smile on her face, but I know behind that smile, is a wall that is still in place, so I will need to work to climb over it.
When I am positioned just where I want us: her curled into my side with her leg slung over mine, her hand resting on my chest, her fingers tracing the tattoos on my collarbone, my body fills with contentment, and hope.
However cheesy as that sounds.
Something in her shifts, her body goes rigid, and she tilts her head up to look at me. Uncertainty swirls in her eyes, her post orgasm look gone.
“What’s wrong?” I gently grip her chin, my thumb brushing back and forth across her cheek.
Her eyes close for a second, her teeth nibbling at her bottom lip.
“Hey, talk to me. I can’t fix things if I do not know what I am fixing.”
Her finger traces the tattoo again. I had it done not long after I arrived in Fort Lauderdale. It is a quote that says, ‘Remember why you started,’ and it is a reminder to me to go get what I want. To finish what I start.
Being with the club, and getting to work on cars, and help with custom pieces, makes the finishing line seem closer, but lying here with Stevie, I can see that it is closer than I think.
“Val told me that she dug her nails into this, while she rode you.” Her voice is low, and cracks at the end.
“Fuck.” My anger simmers again and I fucking wish I had not stepped back into Valarie’s life.
“Yeah,” she murmurs, looking away.
“Hey, listen to me.” I lift her chin so she can see the look in my eyes when I speak.
“The heat in the garage gets unbearable sometimes, so the guys and I end up working shirtless. Savage found out that Val had been watching the club for a few days before she was attacked. That’s how she saw what she saw, not because I was fucking her.
You’re the only woman I’ve been with since I came back.
I won’t pretend I’ve been perfect, because I have been with other women before coming back here, but I haven’t crossed that line since you.
I’m no saint, but compared to Savage… that man is always hunting for his next victim. ” I wink.
She giggles at that, burying her face in my chest.
“You are it for me, Stevie.” The word Dibs is like a flashing neon light in my head, and I grin.
She is definitely my dibs.
“Okay, I believe you, but you hurt me again, Logan Vaughan, and the club will never find you, but my aunt will have really good fertilizer for her garden.”
I throw my head back laughing at her threat, my arms tightening around her. She pokes me in the ribs, making me yelp.
“Fucking trouble.” I tackle her to the bed, and she squeals and giggles as I gently dig my fingers into her sides, where I know she is ticklish.
“I will pee. Stop.” She laughs loudly.
That sound is fucking music to my ears, making my damned heart happy that she is here with me. For a time I thought I had lost her and fuck, she would have had every right to tell me to ‘fuck off,’ I am just pleased that she is giving me a second chance.
We laugh while we fight for control of the tickling, but I win. Lying between her thighs, I’m nestling my now hard cock against her pussy.
“Again?”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “My cock will always want to be inside you, babe. You have that effect on him.”
“Charmer.” She pinches my nipple.
“Ouch. Fucking hell woman, I need to call the boyfriend abuse hotline after that.”
Her eyes widen at my words. “Boyfriend?”
“Yes, baby. Boyfriend. Partner. Worshiper. Ol’ Man.”
“Whoa,” she whispers.
Leaning down, I kiss her. Pouring everything I can into this one kiss and hell, she gives it right back. I make love to her, then she sucks my cock in the shower. My girl loves my cock and I am here for that.
I order pizza for us. We eat it out on her balcony and this is something I could do every day for the rest of my life, as long as she is at my side. She sits between my legs as we eat, both enjoying the view, and the peaceful vibe around us while up here on the tenth floor.
Now, to take her to the club and make my claim.