6. LAUREN
LAUREN
Logan hovers over me, nudging my hair to the side and running his tongue along the side of my neck, nibbling as he goes.
I can’t believe how amazing this feels. More like a scene from one of the books I’ve read and nothing like real life.
I mean, I’m not a virgin. Not exactly. I had a boyfriend in high school I had sex with.
Except he came right as he was putting it in, so I’m not sure how far he made it.
My friends said it counts. But I’ve felt Logan’s dick, and it’s nothing like that guy from school who’s name I seem to have forgotten.
If I’m using fingers as a comparison, that guy was a pinkie finger, and Logan is all five fingers plus my forearm.
Plus, he’s a fantastic kisser. I can’t stop pulling his lips back to mine each time they move away.
And his hair, it’s so thick and soft, I want to keep running my fingers through it.
It’s all so new: feeling the muscles along his shoulders and back, locking my legs around his waist as he grinds on me, grabbing his ass as he tightens the cheeks.
I love every part of it, especially when he settles his weight over me, like now, and rubs his cock along my pussy.
Making me want things I can’t begin to describe.
“Logan.” I wriggle my hips to try to rearrange his placement. I want to feel him inside me.
He lifts his hips to lay his dick back between us, denying me. His tongue searches out mine, and I can taste myself on him. I like it. When I tell him that, he groans; the sound is raw and primal. I feel it between my legs, making me ache.
“Please,” I beg. My body is trembling; I’m on edge and impatient.
“Patience,” he says.
“Fuck patience.”
I rub myself against him, trying to get some relief. I’m on the precipice and all I need is a little push so I can fall into the oblivion. I’m so close.
He just keeps kissing me. Like we have all the time in the world. Like I’m not dizzy with my head spinning, and I don’t think I’ll ever catch my breath again.
“Please, Logan,” I moan against his lips as he runs his rough hands all over my body. It feels so good. He feels so good.
“I like it when you beg,” he says.
That’s it. I’m going to die. This will kill me.
He runs his nose along mine softly, his breath heavy against my face. I’m shaking with need.
“Fucking wrecks me.” He kisses his way down my body.
“It’s too much,” I say weakly.
“Pretty sure I said I was going to eat your pussy until I was so full, I can’t move. And I’m not there yet.” He shoves two fingers deep inside me, keeping his thumb pressing against my clit.
“Mmm,” I moan, rolling my hips against his hand. “Oh God, it’s so good.”
He doesn’t have his mouth on me, but I know it’s close. I grip the sheets with one hand and his head with the other, pushing it closer to where I want it to be. He adds his tongue with his fingers, I cry out, so close to coming again.
He spreads me wider, fills me further, scissoring his fingers until it feels like he’s tearing me apart in the best possible way.
He smears my wetness back to my other hole, tickling it with another finger.
I want to tense, tell him no, that I’ve never had anything back there before, but everything he does feels so good.
But before I can decide either way, that other finger enters my ass.
I tense at the invasion. Then he starts to move.
His mouth pulls at my clit, his fingers fuck my holes, I’m going to lose it. I’m talking total combustion.
This is it.
The moment I die from pure pleasure.
My hips buck uncontrollably, chasing after his fingers each time they pull out.
I need more, but I don’t know what more is.
This combination of a little pain with a lot of pleasure is mind blowing.
I grab at the air, failing to find purchase.
His grip on my inner thigh tightens. He’ll leave a mark later and I don’t care.
I want him to mark me, all of me, all over and everywhere.
I want him to destroy me for all other men. Make me his and never let me go.
His fingers piston faster and stronger, his mouth pulls harder and longer, and his tongue lashes sharper. My orgasm barrels its way forward, ready to obliterate everything in its path.
“Oh God, oh Logan, oh God,” I cry out, over and over, like a chant.
A prayer. And I’m a servant at the altar of Logan as he bestows endless pleasure and satisfaction.
My back arches, but he pushes me back down.
My muscles tighten. I can’t breathe. Pure sensation takes over my entire being.
It’s so fucking good. My thighs clench, my nails dig into the mattress, and my body liquifies, wasting away in wave after wave of hedonistic decadence.
My body no longer my own, just a particle existing in a pleasure zone of bliss, undulating through time and space.
Aware of and oblivious to everything all at once.
I’ll never be the same again.
And Logan gives me no reprieve.
My body is jerked to the center of the bed; he straddles my hips and rolls on a condom in one smooth move. His body blankets mine. Flesh to flesh. The heat between us searing my soul. My legs splay around him. I can’t get enough. My soul is depleted.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard. I gotta be honest, I may not last long. You’re going to have to come quick,” he warns.
I shake my head, knowing I won’t come again. It’s physically impossible for one person to experience this much pleasure.
So, even though I know it’s coming, I’m not prepared for the invasion of his cock.
I cry out, partly in shock and partly in pain as he plunges in with one deep thrust.
“Jesus Christ, you’re tight,” he grunts.
More like he’s huge. I want to push him off me. Get him out of my inside. It stings and burns. Everything is tense. My eyes squeeze shut; a tear rolls down my face. A small part of me wonders if this was a bad idea.
Then he starts to move. And it feels . . . better. Until he stops.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft and concerned. He pushes the hair back from my face. “Look at me, Lauren,” he commands.
I open my eyes, feeling breathless and scared, impatient and satiated, all at the same time.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No! It just hurts more than I thought it would.”
“Hurts?” He cocks his head. “Why? You’re not a virgin, are you?” He chuckles uncomfortably.
“Not anymore,” I joke.
“What the fuck?” He pulls out of me and quickly moves to the edge of the bed.
I feel relieved and empty at the same time. “No! No! No!” I cry. “That’s not what I meant; that was a joke. I’m not a virgin.”
He looks down at his condom-covered cock. Even I can see the traces of blood from here.
“I just got over my period,” I lie. “It must just be a little left from that.”
He narrows his eyes, like he doesn’t believe me.
“Come back over here, please.” I hold my arms out, hoping he’ll come back. “Please?”
And he does, but only to sit beside me.
“I’ve only had sex with one other guy.” I sigh, telling him a partial truth.
He wraps his arm around me, and I lean into him feeling instantly better.
“It’s been almost a year ago since I’ve been with him.
That’s all.” I don’t understand what the big deal is if I am a virgin.
But since he seems weirded out about it, and I have every intention of having sex with him, I’ll say whatever it takes at this point to make him feel better.
“I didn’t mean to freak out,” he says. “It just caught me off guard. I don’t think I’ve been with a virgin since I was a virgin.” He chuckles, but not in a laughing kind of way. “But I need to know, how old are you, Lauren?”
I blink at him, stalling. “How old am I?” I parrot.
He nods.
“Twenty-four,” I say.
He lets out a breath I’m not sure he even realized he was holding.
“Is that bad?” I ask, hoping I’d said a high enough number.
“No.” He laughs. “I just had a moment of panic that you were under eighteen or something. And realized I was stupid for not asking. But you were in the bar, so obviously you’re over twenty-one. I just wasn’t thinking.”
I don’t remind him that the drinking age here is eighteen. So, now I just need to make sure he never finds out the truth.