24. RYA
24
RYA
Live in this moment, Rya. I can’t allow myself to think about everything that’s left unsaid between us or it’ll ruin this for me. My heart squeezes as I look up, bearing witness to what I’m doing to him. Me . And through teary eyes, I let the emotion of this moment roll through me in a wave of undiluted anticipation for what comes next.
A growl rolls loose from Logan’s throat, and he grips my jaw with one hand, easing his cock from my mouth. I’d been so into what I was doing, his swift movements catch me by surprise. His head is tilted back, and… I’d say he’s focused on the ceiling, but it’s also possible his eyes are closed. “Logan?” I bite my swollen lip. “Did I do something wrong?” Oh, god, please say no. I’ve wanted this for so long. My heart gives a violent, preemptive lurch of disappointment.
“Fuck no. No .” His voice is rough, like he has rocks in his throat that he’s pushing the words past. “Trust me when I say there’s not much you could have done wrong. My dick… your mouth. Fuck. I—” His head comes forward, hot blue-eyed gaze landing on me. “Rya, I didn’t want this to be over yet.” He works his jaw to the side, then stoops to hook his hands under my arms, lifting me to my feet. “You were so fucking close to making me come.” Shaking his head, his eyes dip downward, and suddenly, the reality that I’m standing before a very naked man with my breasts bared to him slams into me. And more to the point—that man is Logan.
I hardly have time to process it when he drags me close and bends to skim his lips over my chest. My heart rate accelerates at the feel of his lips and tongue dancing over my skin, and I let out a shaky breath as I thread my fingers through his hair. He teases me, my chest rising and falling with each breath. I keep having to remind myself that this is Logan. It almost doesn’t seem real; I’ve wanted him for so long.
His tongue languidly swipes a hot path that leaves me shuddering. “Goddamn, Rya,” he mumbles against me, “the scent of your skin is so fucking intoxicating.” A moment later, he closes his mouth over my nipple and draws it deep inside. The suction makes my toes curl, and I grip his hair tighter, my fingers clenching reflexively. His palm skims over the other breast before tweaking at the nipple protruding toward him like a silent offering.
Letting my nipple go with an obscene pop, he mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot like This is fucking insanity . If it is, I don’t care. We dive into another heady kiss that goes on and on, making my panties dampen with every passing second.
I don’t know exactly how it happens—whether I climbed or he lifted me, but I find myself suspended in his arms. This energy between us is all heat, and it swamps me, pulling me into the chaotic depths of pleasure. In a few hurried steps, he has me pinned against the edge of the raised bed. My parted legs naturally wound around his body the moment he’d picked me up, and I can’t help myself. His hard cock is lined up with my very excited lady parts, and as he sucks on my neck, I writhe in his arms. The speed with which my heart is pounding can’t possibly be a good thing.
Or maybe it’s the very best.
An unbidden moan tears from my throat as he thrusts against me, and all at once—even though I know it can’t possibly be true—every last nerve ending in my body feels like it’s centered in my clit. The friction we’re creating gives way to a craving that is almost more than I can handle .
“You are a wild, beautiful creature, Rya.” He breathes those words into my mouth, then nips at my lips.
I grind against his cock, a purposeful move. “And what are you going to do with me?”
He eyes me with such heat, my pussy throbs for him. Each of my breaths tumble raggedly between my lips while I wait for him to answer. After another moment, he leans close, his words whispering past my ear. “You wanna know what I’m going to do with you?” There’s a pause while my heart thumps hard in my chest. He lets a small huff of air out that’s part laugh and part growl. “I’m gonna lick you until you scream, then I’m gonna fuck you so good you see stars.”
Tension coils in my lower abdomen, and soon, he’ll know exactly what he’s doing to me because there will be no denying the soaked state of the dance shorts under my leggings. My nipples remain hard, needy points of desire on my chest. It’s simply another of many ways my body cries out for him.
Logan lays me crosswise on his bed so the lower half of my legs are dangling, a determined look in his eyes. With my gaze locked on him, I toe off my shoes, and he raises a brow, his hands poised to remove my leggings. My mouth goes dry, but I want this, want him to touch me. I lift my ass, encouraging him to keep going.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he grits out, his voice raspy, as if he can tell what’s in my head. But that shouldn’t surprise me because this is Logan. He knows me like no one else does.
I shake my head, my eyes never leaving his. “Don’t you dare stop.” He catches his lip between his teeth and a moment later, drags my clothing from my body, leaving me completely naked. His fingertips skim over heated skin as they make a return trip up my legs, causing my breath to hitch and catch with every fiery inch he traverses.
My breath stutters, and I watch the hard swallow work down his corded throat as he fights to maintain control. His gaze skates over my body, drinking me in. I’m betting he’s thankful for Levi’s computer geek tendencies, because the screen from his open laptop is the only light source in the room, the only way we’re able to see each other at all. I’m enjoying watching the play of emotion on his face each time it shifts and changes his expression. I’d have regretted it every day of my life if I’d been unable to witness the raw hunger in his eyes as he studies every inch of my body.
I’m like a live wire whipping around. At first, I thought he’d be the one to tame me, but with every passing moment, it becomes obvious he’s the electricity, zapping under my skin and through my veins.
“You’re so beautiful. I want to see all of you.” Logan rests his hands on my thighs, then slowly begins to ease them apart. Oh, shit. Wow. This is really happening. I’ve given blow jobs and hand jobs to boyfriends. I’ve been fingered… but never brought to orgasm. The idea that everything that transpires from here on out with Logan is all new and uncharted territory—it’s overwhelming. But it’s also exactly what I want and need, especially because I know Logan can make me come. And more than that, I want him to.
Pulling myself out of my own head, I let him open my legs, but then bend them of my own accord and bring my feet to the edge of the mattress. His eyes fall to my pussy, and I try to imagine what he must see. My pussy. My arousal. And the tiny pucker of my asshole. His chest practically convulses as he stares, unblinking, and he lets out a choked groan. Placing his hands on my inner thighs, he pushes them open wider.
A wave of heat crashes over me. “Fuck.” At my squeaked curse, he lifts his gaze to mine, and his brow arches, in question. My hands clutch at the sheets and blankets beneath me, and I silently thank Levi for insisting they raise their beds for more storage space. Because holy fuck, all he has to do is bend at the waist and his face is right there. And then… he does just that, and I almost pass out. I wet my parched lips before demanding, “Touch me , Logan. I want to know what it’s like.” My eyes plead with him to keep going, to make me feel things no one else has.
He turns his head, nipping at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before brushing his lips over it. As he trails farther upward, inhaling deeply, he grips the juncture of one thigh with one hand, and the other travels to the promised land. My back arches as his fingertip comes into contact with my pussy. He draws in an unsteady breath. “You’re so fucking wet. I’ve hardly touched you.”
“More. I need you.”
One side of his mouth hikes up before he runs his fingers all over my pussy, then up to my clit. It feels so good, so right to have him touch me like this, I don’t know why I didn’t make my feelings known earlier. Is he gay? Bi? Does he just love me ? I don’t have any of those answers, but all logical thought flies from my head as he groans, dipping his face in close to nudge my clit with his nose this time. I let out a strangled yelp, that quickly becomes a moan because as promised… he’s licking me. Logan Kent, my best friend, is using his tongue on my clit. I moan, desire flowing freely through me as he slowly drags it from my throbbing pussy all the way back to my clit. He flattens it, rubbing over me again and again until I’m squirming .
I’ve never experienced such raw animal need before. I chase the feeling he’s giving me, seeking out all the ways he can make me feel good. And to his credit, he licks me until I gush, my arousal coating his tongue. He gives a feral growl and buries his face in my cunt. A gasp explodes from my lips.
Logan makes me feel like a fucking goddess seeking pleasure from his mouth. He slips an experimental finger into my pussy, his eyes widening at the feel of it—and maybe my swift, breathless reaction. Surrendering to it, I throw my head back, my entire body quivering with need.
He works his finger in and out of me until I’m going out of my mind.
“Fuck. Right there.” My breath heaves and my hips come off the mattress. “Do that again.”
He does as I ask, rubbing at what I think might be my G-spot. My eyes practically roll back in my head. Oh. God. Yes. He dips his head again, so now he’s licking me while finger fucking me, and I think I might be ready to combust, it’s so good.
“Play with your breasts.” He glances up from what he’s doing. “I wanna watch you.”
My brain short-circuits. “Logan. Oh, fuck, Logan.” I chant his name like it’s a promise. A pledge. A vow. And then, as he drives me to the brink of madness, it changes to a curse—the don’t-you-dare-fucking-stop kind. I gasp and pant and moan. “I-I might be close.”
My body is drawn tight like a bow, the muscles in my legs trembling with the effort of trying to get to a place I’ve only been once before. Shuddering and quaking, I’m unable to keep up with what he’s doing to me. All I can do is feel. Logan covers my clit with his mouth and sucks, creating a riot of sensation that ripples through me. My vision darkens, and then… he plunges his tongue deep inside me. And I come undone, the knot of tension at my center unfurling and untwisting. “Logan,” I cry out. “Oh g-god.” My pussy contracts hard over and over, but Logan doesn’t stop. He keeps right on going, licking and sucking and touching—and he’s got this gleam in his eye that tells me he won’t stop until I beg.
But I don’t want to stop, because we aren’t done yet. I sit up, propping myself on my elbows, and my gaze quickly moves downward to his erection. It’s long and thick, pre-cum glistening at the tip. I can’t believe I know what my best friend tastes like. My cheeks heat. I had my mouth on his dick. And I want it inside me.
I tuck my lip between my teeth, reaching for him as my eyes wander over his chest and pointedly down farther. “I want all of you against me.” But really, it’s more than a want. It’s a bone-deep need. A greedy desire .
Logan blinks, and his dick jerks at my words, but he doesn’t hesitate. He climbs onto the bed with me as I shift, turning myself lengthwise on the mattress. He hovers over me for a moment before nudging my legs apart and dipping his hand between us. My heart hammers as he runs rough fingers through my arousal, collecting the moisture. Kneeling there, he keeps his eyes on me as he grasps his erection in hand, stroking it with my wetness. The idea of it, him lubricating his dick with… me… is simply more than I can take. I watch as he strokes himself slowly, unable to help the shudder that rolls through my body as I stare first at his cock, then where he’s about to bury it.
Anxious about the entire thing, I reach for him. Bracing his forearm near my head, he leans in and worships my mouth, his tongue plunging in to meet mine. Oh my god. The taste of myself on his tongue sends a fresh rush of arousal to my pussy, and there’s something about it that’s sexy and so right, it kinda blows my mind. We twist together, his muscular body hot over mine. With his dick in his hand, he runs the head of his cock up and down my slit. “Condom?” he whispers, his voice raspy.
I shake my head, swallowing hard. “Birth control.”
His eyes pop wide. “You’re sure that’s what you want?”
“I want to feel everything.” I wait several seconds for some sort of a response—literally anything—but his mouth is agape, eyes blinking like I’ve somehow struck him dumb with those five words.
Finally, he snaps out of it, a harsh exhale exiting, then a moment later, he grits out, “Fuck, yes.” My heart hammers, and I wait with bated breath for what comes next. My eyes follow his every move as he nudges the head of his cock into my pussy. A literal just-the-tip moment. Sweat pops out on his brow, and my heart hits the inside of my rib cage in a frenetic rhythm. The feeling is foreign, and I can tell by looking, after this first one, there are so many more inches to go. My breathing falters, my entire body going tense.
His eyes search mine. Maybe he sees the tiniest bit of the panic rising within me. “I can stop,” he grits out. His chest jerks, and he holds back.
“You’d better not,” I breathe out right before wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, locking him in. With both my arms and legs, I ease him closer, and I angle my body to meet his. My pussy flutters around the head of his cock.
“There’s no going back after we take this further.”
“Logan, I think we’re already beyond that.” I glance down our bodies to my parted thighs and his dick where it’s ready to slip inside me. My heart is ricocheting a million miles a second inside my chest cavity, and every part of me aches for him. Every thought I have is consumed by what he’s doing to me. “I want this.”
Logan looks steadily into my eyes, and as he slowly eases into me, inch by inch, he rasps, “I’ve always wanted this.”
His bold statement serves to distract me for a second, but then his thick cock pushing into me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He fills me, stretches me beyond what I thought was my limit. Drawing in a breath, I hold it, but also bite down on my lip at the same time, the pain in my lip momentarily overriding the twinge of discomfort inside me.
Logan’s hand cupping my jaw makes me blink and refocus on him. “Breathe, Rya.” He’s holding very still, staring intently at me. “Try relaxing your muscles.”
I nod. What he says makes perfect sense. Being tense never helps anything. I let an unsteady breath skitter past my lips. “Kiss me?”
He touches his lips to mine, softly at first, but only a few moments later, he takes us deeper. I surrender to the feel of his wicked tongue rubbing against mine, and let myself get into it, threading my fingers into his hair. I tug him close as we become more frenzied. Logan slips his hand between us, his fingertips touching where we’re joined. The idea of it does something inside my head .
“Fuck. That’s it,” he mumbles against my lips. “You’re gushing. So fucking wet. I can’t—” He groans, seemingly as affected as I am, which makes me feel not quite as awkward.
Because, oh my fucking god, I am naked with my best friend. Body to body. Skin to skin. Heart to heart. It’s overwhelming and everything all at once—his dick inside me, his fingers touching us, the knowledge that both of those things are making me wetter—it makes me shudder with pleasure. Slowly, he begins to ease back, which makes my brow furrow.
“Were you all the way in?” I choke out, experiencing only the slightest amount of discomfort as his cock exits.
Logan’s lips twitch. “Not by a long shot.” He slicks his tongue over my lip. “Stay with me,” he breathes out. His fingers brush over my pussy, then, as he thrusts forward again, he brings his arousal-coated fingers to my clit, circling.
I throw my head back, lips parted, as a state of euphoria washes over me. It feels good. So good, that as Logan edges deeper and deeper inside me, I hardly notice the slight tenderness. But boy do I notice him . His dick is doing things to me I had no idea were possible. And the way he’s playing with my clit has me awash in blissful sensation. I hold on tightly, wrapped around his body, and ride it from below as best I can. There’s no stopping the moans that trip off my tongue, and the way my body seeks more of his has me flushed and anxious that I’m being weird. Or doing it wrong.
“Rya,” he groans against my neck as his thrusts pick up speed. “You feel so good. You’re squeezing my dick so tight. Fuuuck.” He punctuates his words by kissing the shit out of me again, all while our bodies move in unison. He’s making me feel good, too. The sounds we’re making—oh god. His grunts. My moans. The creak of his bed. The sex noises.
His lips leave mine to trail down my neck, nipping and licking along my skin and sending me out of my mind. Pushing upward, he edges back so he can drag his teeth over my nipple. I gasp at the scrape, but my muscles also clench around his cock at the same time, which has a fire lighting in his blue eyes like nothing I’ve ever seen before. He sucks on the one, and I can’t help myself, I tug on the other.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His lips curve into a smile as he kneels between my legs in a more upright position. He stares down at the slick slide of his cock into my pussy, gripping the juncture of my thighs. My chest is rising and falling so fast, I can hardly catch my breath, and the coiled tension in my lower abdomen is beginning to unravel quickly, a tingling warmth blooming within me. My breath heaves out as my eyes widen .
The stuttered exhalations get Logan’s attention. Oh fuck. I can’t. Can he see my face? Because I’m certain an orgasm is imminent… and if it’s like it was the other morning, it will crest and break, taking me under like a wicked riptide. I’ll die right here without any desire to escape it.
Proving he knows me better than anyone, he whispers, “Let go, Rya. There’s no one here but you and me. And I think you’re beautiful.” He eases back, then slides into me over and over again, pressing the pad of his thumb to my clit, holding it there. My entire body trembles; everything we’re doing feels almost too good. It’s certainly better than I ever imagined. With Logan, I feel safe and cherished, but this is all so incredibly surreal, having sex with my best friend.
It’s not more than ten seconds later my vision darkens as lights flicker and a shimmer of pleasure rocks me, starting at my core and moving outward. I meet Logan’s piercing blue eyes as he watches me with interest, the muscle at the back of his tense jaw twitching. A look of sinful, sensual pleasure slides over his face while he watches me tip over the edge.
I’m drowning in a sea of erotic waves. “I-I’m coming. I’m coming,” I gasp out, the words falling from my lips, but I hardly recognize my own voice.
Logan drives his cock into me, a look of rapture on his face as he snaps his hips, burying himself inside me as far as he can go. “Rya!” His body curls over mine, holding me with his face tucked against my neck. A warm sensation floods my pussy. I didn’t know how I’d feel about this part until now, but it’s nothing short of sexy. It makes me believe I’m so wanted. Desired. Cherished. This was everything my first time was supposed to be.
On the way back from the bathroom, my phone begins to ping with one rapid-fire text notification after another. Wondering who it could be at this hour, I pause in the hallway outside Logan’s room to pull it out of my hoodie.
Hey, roomie.
I assume you’re still with Logan.
They finally let me back into our room.
I know this shook you up.
I’m wigging out, too, but we’ll be okay.
I made your bed with a set of fresh sheets.
Whoever the dick weasel was…
He didn’t destroy everything.
I guess you really are busy.
*wink*
Hope all is well.
I glance down the hall toward our room where Hazel must be trying to sleep—and obviously not succeeding—and an involuntary shudder runs through me. Rubbing my fingers over my weary face, I contemplate my options. Do I want to sleep in our room tonight? Could I, even? I release a controlled exhale. Once we were both capable of speech again, Logan had reminded me that he’s traveling tomorrow. The baseball team has their opener at some school like three freaking hours away.
Logan would never tell me that I couldn’t stay with him, but maybe it’s for the best with him needing to get up at the ass crack of dawn. I let myself into his room, crossing quickly to the bed. “Hey,” I say softly. “I’m back.” He doesn’t respond, and as I’m about to toe off my shoes, a familiar, gentle snore blows past his lips. He’s already asleep.
I guess that makes my decision easier… because I’m wide awake, my mind still processing the fact I’m no longer a virgin. My head keeps questioning whether or not it really happened, but the dull ache between my th ighs is confirmation. I don’t know where we go from here.
In my hand, my phone sounds again with several more messages, and I quickly silence it. My eyes dart to Logan’s sleeping form. Nope. He’s out. Glancing down, I expect to see they’re from Hazel, so when Jaxon’s name pops up on the screen it takes me by surprise.
Hey. Heard there was some trouble.
Sorry I wasn’t there.
I looked for you, but Hazel said you were with your buddy.
Hoping you’re okay.
I’ll tell you about my night soon.
I’ve got a busy day tomorrow with travel for the game.
Can we talk after? I can call from the bus.
Inwardly, I cringe. Jaxon and I have been on a date, and we’ve messed around plenty, but we aren’t official or anything. My heart twinges with a not-so-subtle reminder of what I asked Logan to do. And I don’t regret it, wouldn’t ever… but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel guilt, and it’s definitely causing me some anguish and heartache. I bite my lip before tapping out a quick reply.
Hey. Yeah, someone ransacked our room.
I’m okay.
I hesitate, thumbs poised over the keyboard. It’d feel awful to ditch Jaxon now. I like him, despite how Logan feels. It may be stupid, but I wonder if I could be the bridge between them.
Yes. I’d love a call after the game.