Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Logan
H arper’s pussy was heaven. No debate.
Logan’s hands gripped her thighs, his fingers biting into the soft flesh. Her legs were spread open in front of him, her eyes glazed, and her lips parted slightly as she gasped and moaned.
She had no idea how stunning she was.
Harper was all soft curves and wicked smiles. He groaned, his already hard dick throbbing as he settled himself between her thighs.
He spread her labia with his thumbs, nosing through the patch of soft, trimmed hair, and lapped lightly at her clit. She arched her back, her hands bunching the sheets as she grabbed for purchase, as if she needed an anchor to this dimension.
“Oh, yes! There, just there,” she cried out.
He smiled and did it again, paying attention to what she liked most. Soon, she was writhing underneath him, eyes closed and lost to the pleasure he was giving her.
He eased a thick finger inside her tight heat, curling it until he found the spot that had her making choked moans.
“That’s it, princess. Come for me.”
He doubled his efforts, adding a second finger to join the good work of the first, and flicked her clit with his tongue. He watched her writhe on the sheets as she came, clenching around his fingers in a way that had his cock leaking onto the covers.
He eased his fingers from her and sat back on his heels smiling smugly. Harper lay boneless in front of him, her breathing slowly becoming less ragged. Her eyes opened, her warm brown gaze amused as she looked up at him.
“Cocky, aren’t you?” She smirked.
Logan watched her from hooded eyes as he slowly licked his wet fingers clean, one by one. Harper’s mouth fell open, her eyes locked onto his hand.
She pushed herself up on her elbows which made her breasts sway as she moved. They were full and heavy, and Logan froze as he watched her.
“Come here,” she said.
He found himself next to her, not even realizing he’d moved.
“My turn,” she purred, putting a hand in the middle of his chest and pushing him until he flopped back against the pillows. She crawled toward him on hands and knees, settling next to him and sitting back on her folded legs.
“What have we here?” She looked with pretend shock at his groin where his dick was hard and thick, stretching along his lower abs. Harper lifted her hand to cover her open mouth with one hand. “My, my. What a big boy you are.”
Logan barked out a laugh and grabbed her around the waist, wrestling her back onto the bed.
“Princess, you are something else.”
She giggled as he dropped a kiss to her lips, which deepened as they lost themselves in each other. The world outside the bedroom felt very far away as long minutes passed in teasing kisses and caresses, until Harper’s hands trailed down Logan’s stomach to touch him where he had been aching for her.
She stroked him experimentally, her grip tightening as he thrust into her grip, being careful of the sensitive head of his dick. Harper used her thumb to smooth the bead of pre-cum over the head of his penis in small circles, Logan groaning as she teased the sensitive flesh.
But it was when she bent her head and licked him that all sense fled.
“Jesus fuck, princess. Like that, yes. Just like that.” His mouth opened and all the words he kept bottled up inside spilled out. He couldn’t have stopped talking if he tried. She opened her mouth and took him tentatively inside.
Logan had been in enough locker rooms to know that he compared favorably to other men. At least the ones who were showers, not growers. He was careful not to thrust up into her mouth in case he hurt her, so he gritted his teeth and grabbed a hold of the sheets, mimicking the posture Harper had taken when he’d given the same treatment to her.
She sucked, hollowing her cheeks, and his eyes rolled back in his head. She was perfect. From her determination, and sassy attitude, to just how perfectly she fit in his arms. He loved her curves, the soft sway of her hips as she walked, and the way she ducked her head to hide behind her hair when she was uncertain about something.
And then she reached down and gently squeezed his balls and Logan couldn’t help but jerk his hips, sending his cock down the back of her throat in a way that had him groaning and worried at the same time.
“Shit. Are you ok? I didn’t mean to do that.” He reached out a hand to touch her head.
She looked up at him with amused eyes before pulling off his dick with a wet sucking noise. “I’m fine, Logan. Do you want to fuck my throat?”
Logan blinked.
Yes, yes I do!
But there were so many other things he wanted to do with her. To her. Have her do to him. His head swam.
“Oh, baby. Did you lose your words?” She grinned and squeezed his cock with her hand, giving it a playful tug.
Logan growled and narrowed his eyes at her, but she tossed her head and laughed. “You make me feel so good, princess. I would love to fuck your throat. But there’s lots of other things I want to do to you, too.”
Her smile dropped, and she bit her lip her eyes wide. “Oh?”
Logan nodded. Ah, how the tables have turned. Who’s forgotten their words now. He smirked.
“Would you like to hear?”
She nodded so quickly, her hair swam around her face like waves.
“First, I want to eat your pussy again, with a finger in your ass. I want to find out what toys you like to use and have you put on a show for me. I want to see the way your face changes when you come on my cock. I want to jerk off all over those amazing tits of yours and watch you rub my cum into your skin like it’s the most expensive goddamned cream on the planet. I want?—”
She lifted a hand. Her cheeks were pink and she was panting.
“Too much?”
She shook her head. “No, not that. Just… Condoms?”
“Ah, hold on.” Logan rolled over and opened the nightstand drawer, hunting for the box he put in there when he moved in over a year ago.
Please still be in date, please still be in date.
“Thank Christ for that,” he muttered. They were in date.
“Sorry?”
“Nothing.” He rolled back towards her, holding the little silver packet up triumphantly. “Success!”
She laughed, then sobered. “When were you last tested?”
Logan settled himself back on the bed, scooting up to put his back against the headboard. He hadn’t brought a woman back to this house, Harper was the first.
He frowned. He didn’t want to think about anyone else but her in this bed.
“Logan?”
“Uh, after my last partner.”
“When was that?” She asked.
He coughed, looking away. “Six years, three months.”
“Sorry, I missed that.”
“Six years, three months,” he repeated turning back to look at her.
She blinked. “I must be going deaf, I thought you said six years.”
“I did.”
“Oh.”
Logan watched her. “Harper, I don’t do this often. I’m not someone who can jump into bed with a woman without it meaning something. You mean something. I don’t know what the future holds, but right now I want to spend this time with you, however you want.”
The smile that split her face was radiant and she scooted up the bed on her knees next to him to drop a chaste kiss to his lips. “That means a lot, baby. Thank you.”
Baby. She called me baby.
His heart thumped in his chest so hard he thought she would hear it.
“And you?” He asked. “When were you last tested?”
She took the foil packet from his unresisting hand and tore it open, pinching the end and rolling it down his hard length. Her hands felt amazing on him, and he groaned.
“Last year,” she said. “After the last time I...All clear.”
“Me too.”
“Good,” she said, shooting him a radiant smile. “Because I need you inside me. Now.”
Logan smirked. “Who am I to get between a lady and her ambition?”
She laughed, throwing a leg over his thighs and rising up above him. She lifted herself up on her knees and Logan gripped his cock, lining himself up with her entrance.
As Harper eased herself down onto his hard length, she moaned, throwing her head back and tossing her hair. He lifted his knees and planted his feet on the bed, bracing her against his thick thighs.
When she was fully seated on him, he gripped her hips and gave an experimental thrust, watching her face as he did.
“You feel so good,” she moaned.
“That’s my line.”
She giggled, and the movement had him groaning. She leaned forward and captured his lips with hers, rising up and down in a slow rhythm that was slowly driving him mad.
“That’s it princess, fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how you want me.”
One of Logan’s hands was on her hip, the other cradled her cheek, his thumb sneaking around to trace her bottom lip. She turned her head and captured it in her mouth, meeting his eyes with hers as she sucked.
He made a sound that was a cross between a grunt and moan, tilting his head back and focusing on not coming right that instant.
“Touch your clit, princess. Get yourself off. I’m not going to last long in your pretty pussy.”
Harper gasped, dropping a hand to do as he said. He grinned, watching her as her passion-flushed skin rose and sank onto his cock. The slap of their bodies in the quiet of the room sounded deliciously erotic.
For the rest of his life he would never forget the way she looked right now. The glow of the light on her skin. The way she tossed her head, the blonde waves falling over her shoulders to dance over her breasts. The crease where the top of her thigh met her hip.
He was particularly obsessed with that particular part of her, and he traced those precious lines with his thumbs.
He couldn’t get enough of her. He would never get enough of her.
She arched her back, her hand working harder as she clenched down on him. “Oh, fuck, Logan I’m coming.”
He flipped her onto her back, making her gasp. His hips moved in quick thrusts as he plunged into her tight, wet heat, groaning as he followed her into bliss.