52. My Love Mine All Mine
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
my love mine all mine
ABI
EMERALD BAY UNIVERSITY
FALL 2024
The last few months have been a whirlwind, but it was an easy decision to let my lease end, pack up my life, and move in with Logan. We even bought a few more rats for Lydia and Wednesday to hang out with.
I start my new position in January, and I’m excited to work in a new department with new people. I didn’t realize how fast things would shift once I finally embraced the idea that my life could change for the better.
Show me how good it gets .
“Does anyone have any final questions, or do we want to get out of here for the weekend?” I ask, glancing around the lecture hall.
I stare out at a sea of blank and exhausted faces, more than a little relieved that nobody has anything to say. Teaching Logan’s classes has been a challenge, but one I’ve been more than happy to rise to. I’ve done my best to follow in his footsteps while throwing in some of my own flare.
That said, regardless of how interesting the subject matter might be, I’ve felt my focus slipping for at least an hour now, checking the clock every 5 minutes or so since 9:00PM. Logan is supposed to be picking me up for our weekend trip to Portland; he rented an adorable little cottage near Cannon Beach for a short getaway, just us, the ocean, and a little bag of toys.
It’s reassuring to know I’m not the only one who’s excited though. He’s been texting me all day, from mostly innocuous stuff, to the particularly spicy line: ‘ I can’t wait to get my mouth on that sweet little pussy of yours.’
Needless to say, it’s been more than a little difficult to get anything done.
“Alright, well, have a great weekend everyone. Remember your papers—” I snort, watching a couple students already bolting for the door. “Are due next Friday! I’ll have office hours that whole week to answer questions if you have them, but I will be unavailable this weekend, so don’t even try it!”
I disconnect my laptop, toss out my abandoned coffee, and head for the door. Just before I make it out behind a couple of stragglers, my phone chimes in my purse, nearly making me jump out of my skin.
“Jesus!”
SUNSHINE
Come up to the sociology floor. I have a surprise for you.
Logan and his surprises. He might act like a giant kid from time to time, but it definitely means that he’s never boring.
I instinctively glance down at the ring he bought me in Banff, my little connection to both him and my Baba. I smile every time I see it.
Except I’m not smiling now, because today my ring finger is completely barren, save for the tiny white tan line.
“Shit.”
I was in a rush this morning. Alarm didn’t go off in time, and I was fighting with my hair and wardrobe… I guess I must have left it sitting on the nightstand. Maybe I can convince Logan to swing back to the house before we head out, because I don’t want to go to Portland without it.
I head toward the Sociology building, slipping in the door, and around an exhausted student staggering outside like a zombie. There are still some people lingering in the lounge, typing away on laptops and sipping coffee. Strangely, I kind of miss those days of burning the candle at both ends just to get a paper submitted.
I step into the elevator, and the ride is quick for once. It usually stops at almost every floor and it can take me an extra five minutes to make it to meetings, but tonight it’s blessedly empty.
When the doors open I’m struck by a peculiar sight: a trail of ring pops, still in their packaging, with tea lights guiding the way down the hall.
This has Logan Flynn written all over it.
I pick them up, one after the other, following the sugary path toward Logan’s office.
And there he is, standing at the end of it, dressed in a black suit with a lavender dress shirt. He looks particularly fancy, his hair combed back into a deep side part, and he’s even wearing my favorite pair of glasses.
“I suddenly feel underdressed,” I laugh, gesturing at my black cotton dress and pair of converse. “All this to take me to Portland?”
He grins from ear to ear, making a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers, and as I make my way toward him, I get the feeling this isn’t one of his more impulsive surprises.
“I wanted to do this right.”
He lowers himself slowly to one knee, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out a velvet box before popping it open. Inside is my ring, the same ring he bought for me in Banff, but it’s a little different. He added two small diamonds on either side of the amethyst, and replaced the band, which had been starting to thin.
“I want to be the man you choose to spend forever with. I want to be there to cheer you on through every victory, and comfort you through every defeat. I want to get old with you, and sit on the porch while we watch our grandkids play in the backyard. You’ve always been the one, Shortcake. You’re the stars in my sky, and I didn’t know what my life was missing until you lit it up.”
I got so caught up in the idea of spending a long weekend on the beach that I didn’t even consider he might be planning something like this. Little tea lights flicker around us, filling the hallway with a beautiful golden glow, and I sink to my knees, grasping his face and pressing my forehead against his.
“I locked up my heart, but you stole it anyway,” I whisper.
“Well, if you marry me, I’ll keep it safe for you.”
“Yes,” I sob. “Of course, I’ll marry you.”
I’m shaking as he slides the ring onto my finger.
“A lot better than a ring pop, huh?”
All I can do is fling my arms around him, and the two of us topple to the ground. Our kisses go from playful to passionate in seconds. Maybe it’s the filthy texts he’s been sending all day, or maybe it’s the proposal, but I’m practically clawing at his suit jacket.
“I want you out of these clothes, Doctor,” I purr. “Fuck me.”
“Here? Are you sure?”
I pull back, pressing my hands against his chest. His heart is pounding just as hard as mine.
“You’ve eaten me out on your desk at least twice over the past couple months, and now you’re shy?”
Logan glances around, excitement brewing in his eyes.
“You know what? Fuck it. Dr. Barnes left half an hour ago, and the cleaners don’t come up here until well past midnight.”
We manage to untangle our limbs and he helps me to my feet, giving me just a second to breathe before he scoops me in his arms and carries me over to his desk.
He opens the blinds, revealing the rest of the campus stretched out before us. The sky is filled with twinkling stars, mingling with the few lights still on in some of the adjacent buildings.
“I’m thinking we could try exhibitionism.”
He shrugs off his jacket, rolling up his shirt sleeves as he saunters toward me.
The edge to his voice has me instinctively spreading my legs, and he drops to his knees, slipping my shoes off before kissing all the way up my calf. His pace is torturous, but I know he’s doing it on purpose; the deeper we’ve gotten into our relationship, the more I’ve discovered how much Logan loves to tease.
“I’m thinking we could try something new.”
“Like?”
He pulls a small pink vibrator out of his pocket, setting it down next to me.
“Well, obviously we can still play with the toys, but I was thinking something more along the lines of…”
He slides his hand between my legs, teasing my asshole through my panties.
I stifle a giggle.
“So you want to…”
Logan grins, sliding my panties off and tucking them into his pocket.
“I really, really do, Shortcake.”
We’ve had a lot of time lately for experimentation, with open communication and strong boundaries.
“I’m ready for anything.”
He takes his time, working his way up from little kisses on my thigh to torturing my clit with his tongue, and I finally get to relish the pleasure that’s building inside me all evening. He’s deliciously slow, like he’s savoring a meal, and all I can think is that I want more. More pressure, more pleasure, more everything. After the hours and hours of teasing, I’m ready to fucking explode.
“I kept reading all those texts you sent me,” I moan. “Over and over. You’re a dirty boy, Doctor Flynn.”
He growls, only pausing for a moment to look up at me.
“You haven’t seen dirty yet. Now come on my face.”
I let out a gasp as he continues to devour me, his two long fingers sliding into my pussy and stirring me up inside. He’s ravenous. I can feel his cheeks burning between my legs, but as much as I want to hold on to that sensation, and savor it like a bottle of expensive wine, I know I’m too worked up to make it last.
I feel like I’m flying, my nerves crackling and popping with each thrust or pivot of his fingers. I can barely think about anything except the pleasure that’s flooding me, but the second he wraps his lips around my clit the feeling increases tenfold; I feel like I’m shattering, bucking my hips violently until I’m sure I’m going to collapse.
“I’m coming!” I grasp at him blindly, twisting his hair up in my clenched fist. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop!”
And he doesn’t stop until I’m completely spent, until I look up to see him greedily licking those fingers clean as he gets to his feet.
“Be a good girl and bend over the desk.”
“Yes, Doctor Flynn.”
I slip off of the polished wood surface, turning around and bending over just like he asked. I hear the familiar jingle of his belt, and quickly feel his cock rest between my asscheeks.
“I thought about this all day.”
“Fucking me in the ass or proposing to me?”
“Both,” he confesses with a laugh. “Now spread those gorgeous legs.”
Something wet drips onto my ass and I gasp, my legs already beginning to tremble.
“Just breathe for me, okay? You say stop and we stop.”
He begins to rub his thumb in circles around my asshole, all while he slowly slides his cock into my pussy. The sensation is almost overwhelming, and I find myself gasping as I claw at his desk.
A whole season of fucking this man and it’s still always as exciting as the first time.
“ Fuck , you’re such a good girl,” he moans, continuing to massage my asshole. “Just keep breathing. I want you to be nice and relaxed.”
I follow his instruction to the letter, buzzing from head to toe as he slides a single finger inside. It’s just like the pool table back in Blackburn.
“Grab the vibrator. I want you soaked .”
Even on the lowest setting, it rattles my bones. The sensation is almost too much— his cock deep inside me, his finger thrusting in and out of my ass, and my clit pulsing along with the toy. I keep trying different angles, never keeping it in the same place for too long as Logan sets a slow and sensual rhythm for me to follow.
“You think you can take my cock?”
It’s hard to focus as I get lost in the sweet rumble of his voice.
“Please,” I whine. “I need more.”
My heart slams against my ribs at the thought, and I keep myself right on the edge as Logan continues pounding my pussy. I’ve taken his fingers, and several plugs, but never his whole cock up my ass.
“You dirty little slut.”
“Takes one to know one,” I say, glancing over my shoulder to flash him a coy smile.
He pulls out of me in one quick motion, and I suddenly feel more lube on my ass. It’s cold, but Logan is nothing but gentle.
“I’ll take good care of you,” he murmurs. “Any time you want to stop, you say… berry , understand?”
“I understand.”
“Good girl. Now, remember to breathe.”
Cool air fills my lungs as he lines himself up, pushing into me slowly at first. Even the tip causes tears to sting my eyes, and I turn the vibrator up to balance things out. The blend of pleasure and pain rocks my body, and the stinging sensation starts to feel… surprisingly good.
He pauses, letting me get used to his size and stroking my lower back as his dick pulses inside of me. I’m feeling a little bit dizzy, but in a good way. Almost like when that first drink goes straight to your head.
Deep breaths, I remind myself.
Deep breaths.
“Holy shit you’re perfect.” He smacks my ass. “My beautiful little fuckdoll.”
Our bodies fall into a tender, almost soothing rhythm as decadent moans fill the room. Almost everything about this screams romance: the tea lights that fill his office, the splash of moonlight on the walls…
You can totally get fucked in the ass in a romantic way, right?
I turn up the vibrations again, trying to build to a beautiful climax as my fingernails dig into the fleshy part of my palms. I’m honestly shocked I haven’t drawn blood.
“Tell me how good it feels,” he grunts.
I can barely get a word out. It’s all vowels, like my tongue is tangled up with my moans.
“Tell me you’re gonna be my pretty little wife.”
“Gonna be your pretty little?—”
My climax rips through me, much sharper than I expected. I gasp and groan, struggling to focus through the haze, and when I start to come down I can hear Logan behind me, moaning my name.
“I’m gonna come. Oh, fuck, Abi! Tell me where you want it.”
It’s the perfect proposal.
“In my ass,” I whimper. “Please, Sunshine!”
I turn the vibrator up one final notch, pressing it hard against my clit as Logan pounds into me. His hips are sharp, his breath shaky and jagged, and his body stills as he lets out a deep grunt.
“That’s a good girl. Take every drop.”
I feel myself come, for the second time in as many minutes, the toy slipping from my fingers and falling to the ground as the raging flames consume me from the inside out.
I keep myself breathing, my body still vibrating as I try to get my bearings, with the grain of the wood beneath my fingertips grounding me in the present.
“Thawasincreble.”
I try to repeat the words, to separate them, but it’s no use. Luckily, I don’t need to be eloquent right now. Instead, I’m focused on the weight of his body, so comforting and warm; just like him, it’s quickly become something I can’t live without.
“I love you so much,” he rasps. “I can’t wait to start our lives together.”
Sometimes I’m afraid this is all too perfect, that it’s just a dream I haven’t woken up from, but even if it is…
“I love you back.”
I ran from one small town and found a home in another.
In the waves melting onto the shores of the bay.
In the mountains and the cedar trees.
In the halls of this very building.
And in Logan Flynn.