39. Head Over Feet
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
head over feet
ABI
THE BLACK BEAR PUB
PRESENT DAY
Logan seems oddly confident— way more confident than me at least.
“We need lube, don’t we?” I ask.
My heart’s pounding as I stare at him, and I try to keep my nervous giggles at bay.
“You think I came unprepared?” He spins me around, pushing me up against the pool table with a grunt. “I’m just getting you warmed up.”
I’m fully aware that Kat and Marcus could come back at any moment and bust this whole thing wide open. But I also like the idea of getting caught. It’s dangerous, not to mention stupid, but being with Logan has brought out a different kind of animal in me.
He reaches around the front of my body, kissing up and down my neck as he slowly unzips my shorts and slides his hand inside.
“No panties.”
“I figured they were a waste of time,” I purr.
“You’re right about that.”
He takes his time, teasing me with slow circles around my clit, and I can’t help myself from grinding my ass against his cock. Logan’s gentle laughter and little growls are giving me the surge of confidence that I need, but just before we really start to get into it he removes his hand and drops to his knees, pulling my shorts down as he goes. I feel a sharp sting on my backside as the slap rings out through the empty room, and I let out a yelp.
“Can I try something?” He asks.
I glance over my shoulder to see him gazing up at me, a smile on his face.
“You’ve got carte blanche. Show me what you’ve got.”
He makes sure my asscheeks are spread before he starts to lick me all the way from my pussy to my asshole; I cry out, pushing the pool balls away as I struggle to hold myself up. Everything feels heightened as he swirls his tongue around, the new sensation lighting my nerves on fire. I can’t stop shuddering against the table, wondering what he’s going to do next.
He continues tormenting me for a while, alternating between his tongue and sliding his fingers deep inside of me. I shove my hips back, silently begging for more, but he denies me, pulling his fingers out and leaving me feeling empty.
He loves to keep me on my toes.
“Fuck, Logan, just put it in!” I half laugh, half moan. “Please?”
I feel him get to his feet, resting both hands on my hips.
“There we go, Shortcake. And all you had to do was beg me for it.”
I feel something cool dripping on my ass, gasping as he slides one finger inside for the first time.
“Tell me how it feels.”
My eyelids flutter, feeling that familiar ache of desire as he thrusts his finger in and out of me.
“Feels like I want more,” I groan.
“Greedy, hmm?”
“Please,” I rasp. “I’ll be such a good girl.”
He adds another finger, thrusting it inside until I’m shaking. My stomach is hot and twisted up as the throbbing between my legs gets worse. All I have to do is reach down and relieve it, but the build up is what’s making this feel so fucking good. The anticipation of being completely filled up is something I’ve never experienced before, and I want to hold onto this.
“Look at you, taking my fingers so well.” He groans. “You want more?”
“Please!”
I barely manage to choke the word out before I feel that soft squishy silicone plug press right up against me, but he takes his time, lubing it up and teasing my asshole as I wait with bated breath. Finally he places one hand on my hip, steadying me. Logically, I know what’s about to happen, but I’m bracing myself for how it’s going to feel.
“We’ll go slow. You say stop and we stop.”
With just a few simple words he puts me at ease, my heart still pounding, but now from pure adrenaline. I want more. I need more. If we only get to fuck each other’s brains out for two weeks, I want every second of it etched into my memory.
“Put it in,” I rasp, keeping my eyes fixed on the front of the pub.
I barely have time to wrestle with the fear of Kat and Marcus returning unannounced before Logan’s pushing the plug inside of me.
“Good girl, just relax for me, okay?”
I breathe, nice and steady. It’s not painful, it’s just… different. It takes me a bit to adjust before I drop my head and slowly begin moving my hips.
“That’s it,” he carefully pushes the plug in until it’s buried inside me. “You’re doing so good.”
I let out a groan and he slides his cock along my pussy lips, forcing a whine from my mouth.
“You want more?”
Just as I’m about to glance over my shoulder, Logan snatches me by the waist and spins me around. I don’t even have time to utter a word before he’s lifted me onto the pool table, and dropped back down to his knees. I try to speak, but I’m cut off as his lips wrap around my clit, sucking on it in gentle pulses.
“Oh my god…”
God bless this man’s beautiful mouth. He puts it to such good use. I can feel my clit throbbing on his tongue, my body so desperate for him to push me past the edge with a few gentle licks, but I don’t want to come just yet. I want that build up. I want an explosion. I want what’s left of me to be a fire that consumes him.
He flattens his tongue and I whimper, my body deciding to betray me as I squirm against his mouth. I keep trying to speak, but all I can manage is moaning his name over and over again. Then, just as he pushes me right to the edge, my pleasure comes to a halt, replaced by a cruel ache.
Logan rises to his feet, licking his lips like a ravenous beast.
“You’re fucking exquisite.”
I bite down on my lip as he stares, thinking about how I can prolong the feeling that’s pooling inside of me. I need to be fucked, I’m hungry for it, but I don’t want it hard and quick. I want to savor it like you would a delicious meal.
I want both of us to work each other up until we can’t take it anymore.
“You like games, Sunshine?”
He grins, his eyes dancing with desire.
“You know I do. What did you have in mind?”
“Have you ever played just the tip ?”
He stays silent, those eyes burning into me, dark and dangerous as he reaches down to give his cock a stroke. I think if you looked up the word feral in the dictionary right now, there’s a reasonable chance you’d see a picture of Logan Flynn.
“It’s fun.” I reach down, spreading my pussy lips for him. “See, you take that big, gorgeous cock of yours and put the tip inside me– just the tip. And then we see how long you can last.”
He reaches into his pocket slowly, pulling out a condom. I grasp his wrist, shaking my head.
“Abi…” His voice is timid, almost pinched with worry. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve tested negative. Haven’t been with anyone else since you,” I whisper.
It feels like all his bravado is sucked out of the room and he’s back to the other side of him, the charming, awkward nerd I’ve known for so many years.
“Oh, me too! I can show you, I have the results on my phone!”
I giggle, covering my mouth, but he still looks a little nervous.
“I figured as much. Don’t worry, I trust you, Logan.”
We’re crossing yet another line, but I don’t care. This is the most we’ve ever given in, and I want to get completely lost in him until it’s time for us to stop playing pretend.
The pain will come, but it’ll come later, and we can handle it.
We’ve done it before.
“Are you… on birth control?”
I nod, pointing to the little scar underneath my arm.
“Got an implant last year.” I gently pluck the condom from his fingers, tossing it away. “So none of this. I want to feel all of you.”
Logan unzips his pants, spitting on his palm before wrapping his fingers around his cock. All I can focus on is the way it looks, pulsing in his hand as he glides the tip against my pussy lips. Feeling him without that thin barrier of latex I’m used to only makes me more eager.
“Fu— uck !” He groans.
The plug inside me is only satiating a fraction of my hunger. I need to know what it’s like to be filled. Entirely. Pleasure begins to slowly consume me, like I’m sinking into a pool, and I drink in the sound of his heavy breathing in turn. I can tell he’s starting to spin out of control.
It’s all in the tremor in his voice.
“We’ve barely started the game.” I tilt my head to the side. “You gonna come already?”
Logan lets out a snarl, ever so slowly pushing inside me but stopping just past the tip. Holy shit . I can feel the head of his cock pulsing already, and I can tell the longer we stay like this, the more I’m gonna want him to ram all the way inside me.
I reach for his hand, linking my fingers with his and squeezing tight.
“So, we know what I get if I win, but what happens if I lose?”
His voice is shaky and he squeezes my hand a little tighter.
“I haven’t decided yet,” I grin.
I reach down to gently strum my clit, but it feels so good that even the slightest amount of pressure is almost too much. The plug buried inside of me is basically multiplying the sensations that I’m accustomed to, and making things much more difficult.
“You want me to show you how wet I can get?” I ask, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.
“Y— yes.” He shudders. “Please?”
I let out a breath, guiding his hand down to my clit to show him how I want to be touched. He seems happy enough to follow along, letting me guide him every step of the way.
“No need to be nervous,” I murmur. “You already know what you’re doing.”
He nods to himself, flashing me a megawatt smile, and I can physically see the change take him over. He draws himself up a little higher and his gaze becomes more focused. He’s determined.
My hips start to rock like my body has a mind of its own, and Logan moves in response, pushing his tip inside before carefully slipping it out over and over again as I teeter on a razor’s edge.
My body feels like a tightly coiled spring, trying to maintain what little control I have before finally giving in. I’m so close, I can taste it.
“All you have to do is say the word and I’ll be all the way inside you.”
He pulls out, forcing an agonized groan to slip out from deep inside me. I grit my teeth and he grins before pushing inside me one more time, refusing to give either of us what we really want.
“I want to win,” I whimper, trying to keep my cool.
“You never said what you’d win.”
“I never thought that far ahead.”
The confession slips out more as a gasp than as words, but Logan only chuckles, wrapping one hand around my throat and gently squeezing the sides.
“How about you let me come inside you?” He rasps. “Fill you up until you’re dripping.”
All logic has sprinted out the door, leaving me with nothing but an aching want that can only be soothed by him.
“Yes.” I cup his cheek, nodding as I stare into his eyes. “Fuck me.”
He sinks himself all the way in, and I wrap my legs around his waist, the combination of his cock and the little silicone plug tearing a sharp gasp from my lips. I stare into his eyes as the hand around my throat slowly slides up to caress my burning cheek.
“That’s my girl.”
My girl. I’d do anything for him to call me that again.
And again and again.
“What’s it like?” He asks.
I swear I can feel every little detail: the way the plug sits inside me, the small ridges and veins on his cock as he gently pushes himself all the way to the hilt.
“It’s fucking magic.”
Sweat trickles down the back of my neck and I tremble like a leaf as he places a tender kiss on my forehead.
“Can I show you something?”
“Yes.”
Logan reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small remote.
“I didn’t tell you about the extra features our new toy has.”
“What—”
With the click of a button, the plug inside me comes to life. While it’s true every part so far has been new to me, I’ve definitely never felt anything like this before. Intense heat shoots through my body and I let out a shriek, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and forcing my mouth onto his. I need something to focus on, to keep my mind off the fact that my climax is building so quickly I’m afraid I might lose control.
I’m falling fast and I can’t stop.
Logan tears his mouth away from mine after a long kiss, his hips slamming into me with brutal force, ruining any chance I have of staying focused.
“I can feel it,” he groans. “Oh, fuck. Can I turn it up?”
I don’t hesitate. I think I’m on autopilot at this point.
“Please! Please please please, baby!”
Logan’s gaze stays locked with mine as he clicks the button another step up, increasing the intensity of the vibrations. My voice breaks as I rock my head back, crying out into the darkness of the empty bar.
“Fuck me like you own me,” I moan.
It’s all the permission he needs, and he snatches me up by the hips; I cry out, screaming his name along with each feverish thrust, my head starting to spin in circles. All I can think about is him. All I need is him.
The table creaks beneath me, rocking with the weight of our bodies as what’s left of the balls clatter and clack around, most of them ending up in some pocket or the other. I cling to him like my life depends on it, sinking my nails deep into his arms.
I never want this to end.
“Open your mouth.”
He grips my chin tightly, a wad of spit landing on my tongue and dribbling down my chin.
“Swallow.”
The moment I obey I’m engulfed in a hungry kiss, followed immediately by him turning the vibration up one more level. I’m falling apart. I have to tear my mouth away from his, and bury my face into his shoulder to keep sane as wave upon wave of pleasure crashes against me. I’m a mess, sweat-logged and ravenous for more of him. More of this. More of us.
Logan keeps his feverish pace until finally, after what feels like an eternity of bliss, he lets out a raspy groan. His body stills and his cock twitches inside me as the two of us catch our breath. Mercifully, he has the sense to turn the vibrations off before we collapse, my muscles feeling more and more like jelly with each passing second.
“That was incredible,” he murmurs. “I wish I had a better word for it.”
I’m finding it tough not to just sit here, smiling like an idiot, when everything I’ve ever wanted is right here in front of me.
“You did better than me, I think half the stuff I said tonight was gibberish.”
He chuckles, brushing my hair away from my face as his expression grows slightly pained, bringing me back down to earth with him.
“What is it?”
“Nothing. I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more beautiful.”
I can’t keep falling in love with him, I think it’ll kill me.
Luckily, as always, he knows just how to break the tension.
“I’ve gotta wash this.”
Logan pulls out of me, gingerly removing the butt plug in turn.
“I can do it, it’s been in my –”
He cuts me off with a kiss.
“You relax. Let me do the work, okay?”
I want to insist, and maybe I would have a week or two ago, but now…
“Sure.”
He disappears into a bathroom in the back while I wet a cloth and try to mop up the mess we made on the pool table. Nobody needs to know, and it’ll be dry by morning.
Hopefully.
I can hear Logan whistling a song from the other room: Shania Twain. It’s gotta be the same one we danced to in Manitoba.
I pull out my phone, bobbing my head as I make sure there aren’t any new texts from Kat or my mom. Finding nothing, I move quickly on to clear any new work e-mails that might have slipped past my ‘out of the office’ alert.
INTERVIEW REQUEST FOR ADJUNCT POSITION
My jaw nearly drops to the floor.
Is this for real?
I blink, reading the subject line over and over again to make sure it says what I think it says, and finally, with shaking hands, I open it.
Dear Dr. King,
We’ve reviewed your application package and would be thrilled to have the chance to chat with you about the adjunct position. I’m currently in New Zealand, finishing up a project, so the interview will have to be on Zoom, but I’ve attached a calendar with the date and time of the interview to make things easier.
Warm regards,
Allister Paxton, PhD.
Anthropology Department Head
Emerald Bay University
This is it. If I get this job, I can have all of it.
Everything.
Including–
“Hey, Sunshine! I’m gonna text Kat and see if it’s cool if we grab one of these bottles of champagne! We can go out to the falls to celebrate!”
Logan wanders out of the bathroom, drying the plug off with a very perplexed look on his face.
“You know I’m always down for a party, but I don’t know if a butt plug calls for a celebration. Is this a Canadian tradition I’m unaware of? Does the Prime Minister know?”
My first impulse is to snark back, but with everything going so right, I can only beam.