Chapter 24 – Nalia #2
“I need you spread out on my bed.” He carries me towards the stairs as I lock my legs around his waist. Panting, I bury my face against his throat and lick there without thinking, then drag my lips up his neck to his ear, pulling his earlobe between my teeth.
“Fuck.” He stumbles to a stop and turns, pressing me against the wall using his hips to hold me in place as he wraps his hand around my throat and kisses me.
The kiss goes wild, and my hands dive into his hair, tugging the short strands as he devours my mouth while his free hand cups my breast. With more willpower than I have, he drags his mouth from mine, wraps his arm back under my ass, and gets me the rest of the way up the stairs.
When we reach the first floor, he carries me through the kitchen and down the hall.
The door to his room is open, but he kicks it closed as soon as we are inside and carries me to the bed, dropping me to the mattress.
With my chest heaving, I push up on my elbows and watch him reach his hands behind his back and remove his shirt, then undo the button of his jeans.
He’s so perfect, his abs sculpted, the hair on his chest and torso a dark line that disappears into his jeans.
I swallow hard as he locks his gaze on mine and steps up to the end of the bed, reaching for the waist of my jeans and ripping them down my legs along with my underwear.
“Shirt and bra off,” he orders, and I don’t hesitate to comply, but that doesn’t mean I don’t fumble as he spreads my legs wide and dives between my legs, his mouth latching onto me, pulling hard on my clit.
My back comes off the bed, and I moan as he slides two fingers inside me as his tongue continues lashing against my clit.
“Top and bra.” He reminds me, and it takes all my concentration to follow his order, especially when he begins licking up one side of me, then the other, avoiding my clit that feels swollen with need.
When I finally get my top and bra off, he looks up my body and cups my breast, as he draws my clit back into his mouth and uses the fingers of his free hand to explore until he finds that bundle of nerves inside of me that has me moaning his name.
The orgasm that slams into me comes out of nowhere and washes over me so quickly I don’t have time to prepare for the way my pussy tries to latch onto his fingers still buried deep inside me or the stars dancing at the edge of my vision as my body quakes.
Breathing heavily, I fall to my back as his mouth leaves my pussy and he wipes his jaw on my thigh.
“You taste like candy.” He crawls up between my legs and slides his hand behind my back, hooking his arm around me before dragging me further up in bed.
Opening the drawer, he reaches inside and comes out with a condom.
“It’s probably because I’m addicted to gummy worms,” I tell him breathlessly.
“I’ll go to Costco so that you’re stocked up.
” He rolls to his back, taking me with him.
Resting my hands against his chest, I watch him deftly rip open the condom with his teeth, then slide it down the hard length of his cock pulsing between my legs.
Once he has it on, he cups my breast, tugging my nipple between his fingers.
The sensation that shoots from my breast to between my legs has me rolling my hips forward along his length.
My core tightens in response, wanting him inside me.
“Fuck.” He lets my breast go with one hand and slides his hand down my stomach, where he rests his thumb against my clit for a moment before wrapping his hand around his cock. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Logan,” I breathe when he begins to circle my clit with the head of it. “Oh god.” My head falls back on my shoulders. The sensation of him so close to giving me what I want is almost maddening.
“Come here,” he grabs me by the throat, bringing my mouth down to his as he nudges the entrance of my pussy with his cock.
Digging my nails into his chest, I whimper into his mouth as he slowly lifts his hips up into mine, feeding me inch after inch until I’m stuffed full.
“God dammit, you’re so fucking tight.” He groans against my mouth, capturing my hip in his hand when I try to move. “Give me a second.”
“Okay,” I agree, wiggling my hips to adjust to the feel of being so full.
“Fuck, that’s not helping, baby.” He rolls us and drags his hips back until only the head of his cock is left inside me.
“Logan.” I latch onto his shoulder and dig the heels of my feet into the back of his thighs.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He slowly slides back inside me while whispering. “Ever.” Against my mouth.
Holding onto him, I rock my hips into his until he sits back on his calves and starts to fuck me with hard, deep strokes.
His cock hitting that bundle of nerves inside me while his thumb rolls over my clit.
Toes curling, I hold onto his sides, feeling his muscles bunch under my palms while a tingle begins to spread over my scalp, and across my skin, and a heaviness settles in my lower belly.
“Oh god,” I cry out, then whimper his name as my pussy starts to spasm around his cock, and I come so hard that my whole body begins to shake.
As I’m still reeling from the aftermath of my orgasm, I feel his thrusts become jerky before he plants himself deep inside of me, groaning my name. Chest heaving, he falls against me, his heart beating in tandem with mine as it thunders against my ribcage, and he buries his face against my throat.
“Jesus,” he whispers, planting an open-mouth kiss on my throat before rolling to his back, taking me with him.
“It’s safe to say that didn’t suck,” I say breathlessly, and he leans back enough to see my face.
“You were worried?”
“I mean, I thought about it.” I close my eyes that are heavy, my whole body feels heavy. “Did you?”
“Think about fucking you? Every fucking day, did I even once wonder if you’d suck in bed?” I hear the smile in his voice. “No.”
“I’m glad you have faith in me,” I mumble, and he laughs, then starts to laugh so hard that the bed shakes with it.
“Christ, you make me happy.” He presses his smiling lips against my forehead, and I squeeze my eyes closed. My heart feels so big that I worry my ribcage won't be able to contain it. “How about a shower and then we figure out what we want to order for dinner?”
“Sure,” I agree and he uses his fingers under my jaw to raise my chin then he touches his lips softly against mine. When he pulls away, his gaze roams my face for a long moment before he shakes his head with a smile.
“I’ll go start the shower.” He rolls off the bed, taking a blanket from the bottom, and tossing it over me.
Holding it to my chest, I sit up and watch the muscles of his back move under his skin as he walks into the bathroom.
When I hear the shower turn on, I take a moment to look around.
Even with as often as I’ve been here, I’ve never seen his bedroom, and I have to admit, it might be my favorite room in his house.
The walls are a soft brown, and there are a few pieces of art on the walls that look like rough sketches of cars done in charcoal.
The furniture is masculine, but with the burnt gold bedside lamps, a dove grey duvet, and touches of warm browns here and there, it’s cozy and fits him perfectly.
When he walks out of the bathroom naked, I swallow. He really is perfect in every way.
“Showers ready.” He walks to the bed and leans over, dragging the blanket from my grasp before scooping me up in his arms and carrying me into the shower.