Chapter 23 - Rosalie
ROSALIE
“I’d much rather show you.”
Oh, mama.
My toes curl when Logan gets that growly tone, and the rumble from his deep timbre triggers an involuntary Kegel. I’m practically panting like a bitch in heat, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. Maybe Celeb Insider should call him the Pussy Whisperer instead.
“That sounds like a good plan.” I smile, opening my legs even wider.
He holds a finger up. “But first…I need to consult the list.”
I laugh, my heart pounding with excitement as Logan’s pretty eyes sparkle with mischief. My sexy to-do list has turned into a wicked little game, each new experience pulling us even closer.
He walks over to the nightstand, retrieving the notepad from the drawer.
I give myself props for actually writing out a list because that baby’s served me very well over the last few weeks.
The air crackles with tension as Logan scans the paper, his gaze flicking back and forth as if contemplating each item carefully.
But he can’t fool me.
I know he’s putting on a show, delaying the big reveal. Not that I’m complaining. It’s all part of the fun. One of my favorite things about this new relationship of ours is that we haven’t lost our playful teasing. We’ve simply graduated from flirty innuendo to dirty fucking.
Sexy, filthy, fantastic fucking.
“Hmm,” he muses, tapping a finger against his chin in mock contemplation.
“Let’s see what our choices are. Mutual masturbation?
Nope. We’ve got that covered. Road head?
” He looks around the room. “Highly tempting, but we’d have to leave the apartment, so that’s out, too.
Damn. So many options. However will I decide? ”
I play along, feeding the growing need between us.
“Are there really?” I challenge. “Because last time I checked, we’ve already marked off quite a few.”
Logan’s lips pull up in the corners, and there’s a playful gleam in his eyes, but he continues scanning the list. “Quiet, Pip. I’m thinking.”
I mime buttoning my lips, but on the inside, I’m smiling, thinking about the other items we’ve crossed out so far.
Sex club? Check. Twice now, in fact. Deepthroating?
Yep, that too. Logan nearly lost his mind when he figured out I don’t have much of a gag reflex.
Waking up with him inside of me? Way too many checkmarks to count on that one.
My pulse races as I recall his surprised—and oh-so-enthusiastic reaction—when I made that particular request. We both enjoyed it so much, of course I had to request an encore.
Or, you know, give him permission to wake me up like that whenever the hell he wants, because, sweet baby Jesus, it’s hot as fuck. New kink unlocked? Ding. Ding. Ding. Jackpot!
Damn, with as lucky as I’ve been getting lately, maybe I should start playing Powerball.
Logan, meanwhile, is still dragging this out, pretending he doesn’t already know how he’s going to ruin me for all other men.
Ha! Like he hasn’t already done that, Rosa?
He taps his chin, making a show of scanning the list, but I don’t miss the way his eyes crinkle with amusement, like he’s enjoying this way too much. Then, just when I’m about to demand he spit it out, his eyes flick up, dark with intent, and a cocky grin spreads across his face.
“I’ve got it.”
I arch a brow. “Care to share with the class?”
My heart skips a beat as he sets the notepad aside and turns his full attention my way. His hand snakes out to cup my cheek, thumb tracing across my lips. Logan’s pupils flare when I suck the tip of his thumb into my mouth. “You’ll see. You ready for this, baby?”
I nod eagerly.
I trust that whatever he has planned will feel incredible and push us to new heights of intimacy.
I am so hooked on this man, it’s dizzying.
But I don’t just crave his touch, I crave him.
The way he looks at me like I’m the only person that matters.
The way my body hums in anticipation the second he walks into a room.
The way his voice drops to a husky murmur when he whispers my name.
I ache for Logan when he’s not around. My need for him only seems to intensify with each new moment we share.
We’re like magnets, drawn together by a force that defies logic.
An inevitability, as if we were always meant to collide.
I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude that we’ve had the chance to connect like this, to explore each other in ways I never imagined.
Logan isn’t just my friend anymore. He’s my lover.
My confidant. The man who seems to get me on a level nobody ever has.
He reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a small velvety bag.
One that definitely wasn’t there when I left for work this morning.
He unties the strings, reaches in, and pulls out a long, gleaming butt plug.
I bite my lip as I notice how much bigger it is compared to the others we’ve played with so far.
The realization of what he wants to do tonight hits me like a bolt of lightning.
Anal? Checkmark pending.
With Logan’s very large, very girthy cock.
Yikes.
A wave of nervousness washes over me, making me gulp audibly.
Logan chuckles softly, as if he’s reading my mind. “Don’t worry, Pip,” he assures me gently, his touch soothing as he cups my cheek again. “We’ll go slow. I’d never suggest something I didn’t think you can handle.”
I blow out a breath, my nerves slowly dissipating. “I trust you, Logan.”
He smiles, prowling toward me until I’m lying flat against the bed, and hovers over me in a plank position, careful not to squish me. He reaches out, tracing a path over my hipbone, leaving goose bumps in his wake.
“God, Pip, do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I fist my hand around his length, giving him one long stroke from the bottom up. “I have some idea.”
Logan groans as I squeeze my fist around him.
“Later,” he says, removing my hand and standing. “Face down, ass up, baby. Before we get to the main event, I need to make good on a few promises.”
“Yes, please,” I whimper, making him laugh again.
Logan’s not the only one who’s a big fan of this position, so I obey without hesitation. His warm hand presses gently on my spine, guiding me down until my head and shoulders are pinned to the mattress.
“Spread your legs, baby.” God, his voice is pure sin. “As wide as you can go without dropping your hips.”
I do as he says, the cool air teasing my wet, aching center.
My breath hitches at the realization that I’m completely exposed, laid bare for his eyes to devour.
The thought alone sends a fresh wave of desperate, aching need straight to my core, slick evidence trailing down my inner thigh.
Logan still hasn’t touched me, but my body’s already primed.
Throbbing, waiting, aching for him to stake his claim.
His hands land on my butt, slowly massaging the muscles. “Damn, I love your ass. You’re about to make a whole lot of my filthy dreams come true with this thing.”
I giggle, while at the same time, a flush blooms beneath my skin. “All talk and no action makes Logan a very boring boy.”
“Smartass.”
Smack!
I cry out in surprise as he spanks me, first on the right cheek, then the left. The sting is brief, but strong, leaving me gasping for air.
I moan as Logan lovingly rubs the ache away. “You want more, Rosie?”
I arch my back like a cat, wiggling my butt. “What do you think, genius?”
“I think you get extra feisty when I spank you because you love it.” He reaches between my thighs, sliding his fingers through the wetness. “Your pussy seems to agree.”
Backstabbing hussy.
Always selling me out.
I’m too stubborn to admit the truth so I bite my tongue.
Logan tilts my hips forward, pressing me into the soft mattress beneath us.
The silky duvet is cool against my face, a stark contrast to the desire coursing through me.
His breath fans across my skin as he leans in close, whispering dirty promises in my ear.
Logan’s fingers gently navigate my body as his lips follow, featherlike touches stoking the fire within.
I’m writhing and panting beneath him. It’s too much, yet not enough.
He cups my breasts, rolling the barbells threaded through my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
It sends a jolt of electricity through me, and my back arches involuntarily.
Logan chuckles deeply. “You like it when I play with your pretty tits, Rosie?”
“You know I do, Captain Obvious,” I pant.
He pinches my clit, making me squirm. “Behave.”
The sassy retort is on the tip of my tongue, but when Logan tips me forward again, his tongue darts out to lick me from behind, and my brain misfires.
The only sounds I’m capable of are breathy little squeaks, none of which remotely resemble language.
His tongue continues lapping at my core until I’m screaming and squealing and panting his name over and over again.
Just when I think I’m on the verge of collapse, he surprises me by shifting his focus. Two fingers thrust inside of me, pumping at a furious pace, right before his tongue starts drawing slow circles over my asshole.
“Oh, fuck!” I shout.
Well, okay then. I guess we’re checking two things off the list tonight.
His laughter rumbles against my flesh.
Dear god, the sensation of having a tongue back there is unreal.
I’d never felt comfortable enough with someone to do this before—or even talk about doing it, if I’m honest—but hot damn, I’ve been missing out.
Logan’s fingers continue their relentless assault on my pussy, while he uses his other hand to tease my clit.
Multi-tasking for the win!
I white-knuckle the bedding as he brings me to the edge of another orgasm, only to back off at the last second. My hips buck wildly, chasing after him, but all I find is empty air, leaving me a whimpering mess.
“Please, Logan,” I gasp. “I need to come.”