15
Lia
In spite of my request, he’s anything but rough at first as he drags his fingers over my back and to my hips, then guides me over him, so that he’s lying down and my pussy is hovering over his face, my own head level with his crotch.
I’m glad I’m turned away from him, because my face is splotchy red with embarrassment. I’ve never been more aware of how naked I am, especially given how clothed he is.
“Relax,” he murmurs, and then licks a stripe up my slit that has my entire body clenching again.
Only this time, it’s not from anything but pleasure as electricity zaps through my body, igniting my very core.
Another long lick has me reeling, and then he buries his face in my pussy.
“Oh my god… oh my god… Logan!”
“What is it?” he teases, his voice making my folds vibrate. “Never been eaten out before?”
“I… uhm… no.”
“Oh.” He sounds mildly surprised for a moment, but then, thankfully, he goes back to laving at my folds, before finding my clit.
I practically fall on him when he takes it in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, sending a mix of pain and pleasure sparking up to my stomach.
“Logan… oh, fuck…”
His stiffness is pressed against my face, and as he continues to torture my clit, I unzip his pants, and find his cock.
“Lia…” he groans.
Hungrily, I lick the bead of moisture away, then drag my tongue up and down his shaft, before taking him in my mouth.
He grunts loudly as I begin to suck him, wrapping my hand around his base and trying to take him in as far as I can manage. Which I guess isn’t all that far, only about halfway, and I can tell it frustrates him, as he begins to move up and down, trying to push himself further into my mouth.
Meanwhile, after the first moment of surprise, he’s gone back to rolling my clit around in his mouth, licking long stripes up and down my slit, before his tongue leaves my folds for an instant… and buries itself up my pussy.
“Fuck!”
His tongue drives in and out, finding the spot deep inside me that has me bucking around him. Then he settles into a rhythm, licking my arousal away, torturing my clit, before pumping his tongue in and out of me.
I’m breathless, trying to keep up, trying to pleasure him as much as he’s pleasuring me, but I at last succumb to everything he’s doing to me and rest my head against his swollen cock. Then he stuffs me with two fingers.
“Logan! Fuck!” My pussy grips them while his mouth captures my clit and sucks hard.
Moments later, all the pleasure fuses into an intense wave that crashes over me, leaving me gasping.
He doesn’t let me regain my breath before he’s shoving me off him, still on hands and knees, then pushing his cock inside me.
He’s no longer the least bit gentle as his full length stretches me. He pushes my head down on the mattress, grabs my wrists and pins them to my back with one hand. The other wraps itself around my neck.
“Logan… Logan!” I choke out.
But soon, I can’t speak, let alone breathe, as he pounds into me, his hand squeezing hard.
“You fucking ruined my life, you know that?” he growls, his every thrust turning my core into liquid heat. “I should kill you. I fucking should.”
Tears spring up in my eyes as his hand squeezes me harder. I can barely breathe, and while he’s choked me before, he never has while at the same time talking about killing me.
Is this the moment he ends my life?
The panic only deepens my arousal, and soon I’m shaking on the verge of another orgasm.
“But I can’t, Lia,” he croaks into my ear, and he loosens his hold just enough that I can gasp in a breath of air, before he pulls out and coats my ass with his seed. At the same time, he lets go of my wrists and pinches my clit hard, forcing a painful orgasm out of me.
“I can’t,” he repeats. “I Just. Fucking. Can’t.”
Before either of us can come to our senses, the door opens abruptly, revealing… Damien.
“Fuck!”
I stumble off the bed, hiding myself on the other side of it so that he can’t see me. I haven’t crossed paths with him in three years. Isn’t it just my luck that the first time the guy who made me eat trash sees me since high school is like this, naked in bed with his best friend?
Logan hurriedly zips up his jeans as Damien arches an appraising eyebrow.
“Well,” he says coolly. “So much for moving on, huh, Logan?”
“Shut up,” hisses the latter.
“I was wondering why you were refusing to kill her. Dario told me about your little phone call. Guess I have my answer now. I’ve been sent to get you guys. Carmelo wants you to bring the girl to the Idaho place. Think your cock will survive the trip to the car?”
“Fuck off, Damien.”
Damien merely smirks, then turns around, shutting the door behind him. Logan goes to the bathroom, grabs a roll of toilet paper, and tosses it to me.
“Get yourself cleaned up,” he mutters, “and put some clothes on. We’re late.”
His features have settled once more into harshness, and I start to wonder if I dreamed everything that’s just happened.
Grabbing my bagel, I follow him in silence. I breathe a sigh of relief when we reach the car. I allow myself to relax when I see Aurora strapped inside the car seat, babbling happily to Everest, who’s behind the wheel. Damien is sitting next to him, looking terribly bored.
Logan pushes me in roughly, then clicks my seatbelt over my lap, before settling himself next to me.
“I’m not completely helpless, you know,” I snap.
Logan whips his hand out and grabs my jaw so hard I gasp.
“I don’t want to hear your voice again today,” he growls.
Then he lets me go. His grip was hard enough that I can feel a bruise forming. I look away, smiling at Aurora reassuringly, trying hard to keep the tears that are blurring my eyesight from falling.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Damien raising another surprised brow, before Everest turns on the ignition and slowly pulls away from the Moretti villa.