Chapter 29 - Gwendolyn #2
I’m leaning against the plexiglass, my hands placed on either side of me as I take in the scene below. My sight snags on couples locked in embraces that sends a thrill down my spine. A few share kisses so hot I almost fan myself as their hips meet, dipping as one to the slow beat.
“You look a little flushed, Gwen.”
His voice is soft against my ear. His breath stirs my hair and tickles my cheek.
But that’s not the reason I shiver so hard Logan notices.
Standing behind me, so close I can feel his warmth, yet too far away to touch.
My body craves to lean back and plaster myself to him, but I refrain. For the moment.
His left hand lands beside mine, while his other moves my long hair away from my neck. I feel him place a soft kiss right below my ear, sending my body into another shiver as goosebumps erupt all over my body. I tilt my head to allow him more access, silently demanding more of his lips on my skin.
Thankfully, he seems attuned to me as he doesn’t waste any time placing more open-mouth kisses from my neck and up to my ear. His nose traces the edge of it, while he hums in satisfaction.
“Fucking delicious,” he murmurs.
Giving in to my body screaming at me, I lean back, finally meeting Logan’s front with my back. My hips still sway to the sultry beat, only now his follow suit. His hand grips my hip through the skirt of my dress, bunching the fabric as we meet each other move for move.
We continue this way as the music continues, but when I can’t take not touching him anymore, I grip his hand holding my hip with mine, guiding it around my stomach as we interlock our fingers.
He uses the leverage to pull me in even tighter.
That’s when I feel him. His impressive length presses into my backside.
The thickness of it sending that now familiar thrill right to my core.
I can feel the wetness beginning to pool between my legs, between the music and Logan overtaking all of my senses.
I look out into the sea of people below us. All in their own little bubbles. None of them are paying any attention to us right above them. This knowledge sends another thrill through me. One that I have never felt before as a thought forms in my mind.
Releasing his hand, I let my fingers trail lightly along his arm until I slide it right between us.
I feel his abs through his tee first, taking a second to scratch my nails through the fabric and earning myself a groan of pleasure as they constrict under my touch.
Feeling proud that I could elicit such a reaction out of him and wanting even more, I let my hand drift lower until I land on the bulge threatening to break through his jeans.
“Gwen,” his voice is husky in my ear and full of warning. It’s weak, but it’s there.
“Hmm?” I turn my head to glance back at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Exploring. Isn’t that what we are doing with each other?”
He squeezes his eyes shut as I put pressure on his hard dick one more time. His forehead lands on my temple as he takes a deep breath.
“Anyone could look up here,” he tells me.
Twisting my head a little more, I capture his lips with mine in a bruising kiss.
He doesn’t waste any time as he spins me to face him fully, our lips never letting go.
My back presses against the barrier behind me as he cages me in with his body.
His knee slides between my legs as I widen them to welcome his thigh against my center.
I might feel embarrassed later, but yet again, I find myself grinding against Logan.
Chasing a high I know he can give me. But when I start to thrust against him, he pulls back slightly. His eyes are wild and hungry.
“I need you,” he whispers against my lips.
I lean forward and nip them quickly as I respond, “Then have me.”
Before I can comprehend his next move, Logan swoops in for another soul-searing kiss as the whole building falls away from my senses.
It’s just me and Logan now, and I was very much okay with that.
Especially as I feel him guide me back to the couch, my feet immediately follow his guidance without me telling them to.
I plop down on the cushion as he leans over me. His finger trails down my face, to my lips, over my jaw, and down my neck.
“What did I do to deserve you?” he questions mostly to himself.
His finger comes back up to my lips, and I reach out, biting him hard enough to watch his eyes go wild.
Feeling like I need to touch him so badly that I might go insane, I reach out and start to unbutton his jeans. I don’t get far as his hand enveloped both of mine in his grasp.
He shakes his head when I look up, pleading with my eyes to let me touch him.
“Baby, if you touch me right now, I’m bound to embarrass myself. Besides, I’ve been dying to have a taste of you, and I don’t think I can last any longer.”
Dropping to his knees in front of me, I gasp as his hands grip my thighs so hard I wonder if they will leave bruises. I almost wish they would so that tomorrow when I wake up I can remind myself this wasn’t a dream.
Falling back on his heels, his eyes trail behind his hands as they slowly push my skirt up. Revealing more and more skin with every inch until he stops at the hips.
His eyes flash up to me. “Lift for me, baby,” he demands.
Without another word, I do just that. Lifting my hips so he can flip my skirt up. My body flushes as I watch him lick his lips while staring down at my black lace covered pussy like it’s his last meal.
Slowly, his hands finish their trip up my thighs, stopping right where I needed him the most. I start to lower my hips, but he stops me with a look.
Our eyes stay locked as he hooks his fingers on either side of my panties, pulling down slowly, exposing my wet center.
He maintains the eye contact we have as he slides the lace down my legs, removing one then the other.
In my periphery, I watch as he pockets the scrap of fabric.
He pushes down lightly on me, silently signaling me to drop down again. That only lasts for a second, though, as he pulls me to the edge of the couch. Finally, he releases our gaze only for him to lock on to my exposed pussy.
We don’t say a word as the band continues on below, leaving the perfect background music for the moment. The bass travels from the first floor, through the ground, and into our bodies.
Logan’s thumb traces my outer lips, and I jolt at the contact.
A whimper escapes me when he places it directly over my clit.
He grins down at me as he dips down to my wettest part and brings it back to swirl my clit again.
When he removes his touch, I almost weep at the loss of contact, only to watch him taste me off of his thumb.
His eyes close briefly before opening back up, brighter than ever before.
“Even better than I could have imagined.”
I don’t have time to respond, not that I could formulate a sentence right now. Because Logan dips his head at the same time he angles me up to meet his mouth. And then he begins to feast like a man starved.
I cry out in pure pleasure. Not a care in the world that anyone could hear me if they were in the section next to us. My hands dive into his hair, gripping the long strands out of fear I might actually float away in this moment.
Logan’s tongue dips into me, gathering my wetness as he explores every inch of my pussy.
And when I think the feeling can’t get anymore spectacular, I feel his finger against my entrance.
My eyes pop open, glancing down at the man bringing me to pleasure I’ve only ever read about in a book, only to find him watching me.
I writhe against his mouth as we stare at each other.
A silent agreement to keep my eyes on him that I instantly abide by.
Barely removing his mouth from me, he slowly enters a finger into me.
“Good girl,” he praises, and my hips buck wildly at the words.
Fingers still in his hair, I guide him back to my pussy.
He chuckles against me, sending another wave of pleasure through me as his breath is on my most sensitive area.
I feel like a live wire ready to explode as he continues his feast. My body begins to shake as I feel my entire being elevate to a height I never believed to be capable of.
When he adds one more finger into me, curling both of them up, I lose all control, pressing my core against his face as I convulse.
My eyes squeeze shut while fireworks dance behind my lids.
Reaching the precipice, I release my hold on his hair, only for him to lace his free hand with mine and guide me back down to earth.
One last lick from Logan and I twitch from the overwhelming sensation as I return to normal.
Somehow, I ended up flat on my back on the couch. My eyes are screwed shut as my breathing tries to level out. I feel my skirt cover my lower half back up before the warmth of him falls over me.
I peek my eyes back open to find him leaning over me with a satisfied grin on his lips, glistening with my essence. I reach up, brushing back a lock of hair that fell over his forehead, then guide his lips down to mine.
I could count on one hand the number of times a guy has attempted to get me off with oral with none of them succeeding.
But I could count on one finger the amount of times I was so overwhelmingly happy afterward that I didn’t care if the guy was covered in me; I just needed to kiss him.
And that was this moment, as I lazily locked lips with Logan.
It’s awfully hard to kiss when you’re so happy you can’t stop smiling, but also so tired you can barely move from the intense orgasm he gave you.
Doesn’t stop me from reaching down, ready and incredibly willing to return the favor. Logan just chuckles and stops my descent, placing one more kiss on my lips before pulling me up to a sitting position.
My face contorts in confusion. My lower lip juts out in a pout that has him tracing skin with his thumb.
“Don’t look at me like that right now, baby. I’m barely hanging on.”
“Then why can’t I reciprocate?”
He chuckles and looks behind him, and I realize the crowd is cheering loudly while Frederick thanks them for coming out tonight.
I slap a hand over my face, which has Logan grinning stupidly.
“Come on. Let’s go get the stuff and get out of here as quickly as possible.”
He pulls me up to my feet, and I can’t resist one more kiss when I reach him, a thought occurring to me at the same time.
“You got the one bed, right?” I waggle my brows at him.
His responding groan has me flaring with heat again as I imagine myself making him do that again, but this time thanks to my own mouth. “Trouble,” he whispers as he guides me toward the staircase.