Chapter 17 #2
“I thought about the way you’d moan if I took you in my mouth. Your taste.” He groans and grinds himself against my thigh. “How you’d feel inside me.”
“Audrey.”
“I want you inside me, Logan,” I tell him.
His whole body shudders, but I see the war on his face—want and caution, lust and the terror of getting it wrong.
“As long as you feel ready.”
He meets my eyes and nods. “I do.”
I pull him to me, kissing him deeper, threading my hands through the back of his hair, and when I urge his body flush over mine, the tip of his cock slides against my soaked center and he makes a sound I’ve never heard before.
It vibrates through his whole frame. I brace my leg around his hip and pull him closer, desperate and greedy.
He kisses me, messy and unfiltered now, barely holding his body up above mine. He’s whispering my name, and I can feel him shaking with anticipation, the same way I am.
Every cell in my body is tuned to his hands, his breath, his face so close above mine.
There’s a clumsy moment as he lines himself up and I wonder if I’ll remember how to do this—if my body will stutter, go shy, fail me at the last moment—but he’s so careful, so fucking careful, slow even as he’s trembling, and he surges forward only when I relax and tip my hips to meet him.
The stretch is perfect. He slides into me, and there’s a moment—God, always, always this moment—when it’s almost too much, and then it’s not enough, and then all the nerves of my body reorient and seize him like he’s the axis I revolve around.
He’s thick and hot, and the fullness is dizzying.
He’s bracing himself above me, forearms shaking, eyes glued to where his body disappears inside mine.
“You OK?” I ask, though my voice comes out strained.
“Yes. Just—give me a second. You feel...” He shakes his head, lost for words. “Incredible. You feel incredible.”
He stays still for a long moment, buried to the hilt, breaths jagged as his body adjusts to the heat and pressure.
His arms tremble with restraint, hands planted on either side of my head as if he’s bracing for an earthquake.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, fingertips sinking into taut muscle, and arch up to kiss the sweat from his brow.
“Move,” I whisper. “Please, Logan. I need you to move.”
He starts slowly, pulling out halfway and pushing back in, finding his rhythm. I guide him with my hands on his hips, my voice in his ear—"Faster. Yes, like that. Angle up a little—oh fuck, right there."
He learns my body the way he learns everything—with complete focus, with absolute dedication, with a desperate need to get it right.
When he hits a spot that makes me gasp, he memorizes the angle and repeats it.
When I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper, he gives me exactly what I’m asking for.
“Harder,” I pant. “I won’t break.”
He snaps his hips forward with more force, and I cry out, my nails raking down his back. This is what I needed—him losing control, giving in to the hunger I can feel coiled in every muscle.
“Yes, Logan, fuck—just like that—”
“You feel so good.” The words spill out of him, raw and unfiltered. “So fucking good. I’ve wanted this for so long—wanted you—”
“I know.” I pull his mouth to mine, kissing him messily between gasps. “Me too. God, me too.”
The bed is creaking beneath us, the headboard tapping against the wall, and I don’t care. Let the neighbors hear. Let the whole building know that Logan Whitman is fucking me like his life depends on it.
“Will you come again like this?” he whispers, his forehead pressed to mine. The words are pure nervous energy, but also a dare, a need so sharp I can taste it on his tongue.
“You want me to come with you inside me?” My voice is lower than I’ve ever heard it, almost mean with want.
He nods, wordless.
“Touch my clit,” I gasp. “Or I can.”
“I’ve got it.”
He shifts his weight to one arm and reaches between us, finding my clit with his thumb. I jerk at the contact, a high keening sound escaping me.
“Oh God. Oh God, Logan—”
He rubs circles around my clit while he fucks me, the dual stimulation pushing me toward the edge at lightning speed. My walls start to flutter around him, and I see his jaw clench with the effort of holding back.
“Fuck, yes. Come with me,” he begs, his voice wrecked. “Please, Audrey. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
The words—filthy, desperate and so unexpected—tip me over.
I come with a scream, my whole body convulsing, my pussy clenching around him so tight it’s almost painful.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, and I’m dimly aware of him following me over the edge, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he spills into me.
He collapses on top of me, barely catching himself on his elbows. We’re both panting, sweaty, trembling. I stroke my hands up and down his back, feeling his racing heartbeat against my chest.
“Holy shit,” I breathe.
“Yeah.” It’s all he can manage.
“That was...”
“Yeah.”
I laugh, the sound vibrating through both of us. “We need more words.”
“I think you fucked them all out of my brain.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault?”
“Definitely your fault.” He lifts his head to look at me, and his expression is so open, so vulnerable, it makes my heart ache. “You’re incredible. Did I mention that?”
“Once or twice.” I trace my fingers along his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. “You’re not so bad yourself. For a first-timer.”
“I’m going to get better.” He rolls off me carefully, pulling me against his chest. “I’m going to study. Practice. Run extensive trials.”
“Extensive trials, huh?”
“Multiple data points are essential for drawing accurate conclusions.”
I snort. “You’re such a nerd.”
“Your nerd.” The words seem to slip out of his mouth and he tenses slightly, as if he’s worried he’s said too much.
But I just smile and press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “Yeah,” I say softly. “My nerd.”
The possessive feels strange in my mouth—I’ve never been someone who claims people, who lets herself belong to anyone. The armor was supposed to prevent exactly this. But lying here, with his heartbeat under my lips and his arms around me, I realize I don’t want the armor anymore.
I want this. I want him. And for once, I’m not going to analyze my way out of it.