Chapter 19
Ava
There really wasn’t a need to set my alarm, I never fell asleep.
Turns out I had a lot of work to do, and by the time I finished, it was after one anyway.
Besides, the way my heart was racing with anticipation, there was no way I’d have fallen asleep.
So, I jumped in the shower. It didn’t hurt to be clean when you knew you were having sex.
This was new for me, getting ready for a hook-up session, with a guy I lived with, would see again, and had feelings for.
I kind of wanted to look nice. As I rummaged through my underwear drawer, I pulled out every piece of lingerie I owned, deciding it was time for some new ones.
Instead, I settled on my prettiest black lace bra and thong set, complete with matching bows.
My robe sufficiently covered my body and kept me warm as I tied the belt around my waist.
I didn’t bother with makeup, but I did spray myself with perfume. Logan mentioned once he liked the way I smelled.
A few minutes before two, I opened my bedroom door and listened intently for any noise coming from above. Both Becca’s and Macie’s rooms were on the third floor, and it was quiet.
As I tiptoed down the hall to his door, I noticed the soft glow of his TV underneath. I put my ear against the wood and listened.
Nothing.
With one knuckle, I lightly tapped on it. Within seconds, Logan had the door open and loomed over me, his large body taking up the entire doorway.
“Hey, beautiful,” he whispered as he grabbed me by the hand and whisked me into his room. He gently shut his door, careful not to make any loud noises. He spun around and held me at arm’s length, looking down at me. “You look amazing, Ava.”
“I’m in a robe, Logan.”
“Yeah, well, you could be in a potato sack, it’s never about what you’re wearing.”
As he spoke, his hands came to my face, stroking my cheek, down to my lips. My eyes fluttered closed at his touch, the yearning already building in my body and my mind.
Then I froze.
“Wait,” I said. His fingers stilled against my lips, his eyes wide almost in horror. “Whose room is right above yours?”
“Macie’s, why?”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“Good, because if she gets up, I can run back to my room, she might come to me.”
His one eyebrow lifted as his mouth twitched, trying to hold back a smile.
“How often has she come to you in the middle of the night lately?” he asked.
“Well, she hasn’t, but if either of them would, it would be Macie, not Becca, so it’s good her room is above yours.”
He laughed out loud.
Like really loud.
“Stop!” I whispered yelled while hitting his arm. My nerves were getting the better of me, I knew that, but his yelling wasn’t going to help. “You’ll definitely wake one of them yelling like that!”
He took my hand and walked us to his bed. As he sat, he pulled me between his legs, wrapping his arms around my middle, resting his cheek against my belly. He held my ass through the thin material of my robe.
“Try to relax, Tink, it’s the dead of night. I’m pretty sure neither of them will wake up and come looking for us.” His hands came back around and up to my face as I noticed the corners of his eyes turn down. “But if you’re really too nervous to do this, I’m not going to pressure you.”
Shit, I was nervous. Nervous about getting caught, nervous about Macie finding out and hating me for doing exactly what I told her not to do.
Yet I wanted time with him more.
As the internal battle raged inside my head, I took his hands in mine to make sure he understood I really did want to be here.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I won’t let my insecurity about all of this ruin our time, I promise.”
He swung his arms back around me, pulling me close.
“Are you sure? Because I don’t want to do this if you’re going to have your head somewhere else."
To get my point across, my hand reached down between his legs, grabbing a hold of his semi-hard dick.
“I’m sure,” I said.
“Good, and enough talking,” he said with a smirk. “I think it’s time for me to see what you have hiding under this robe.”
His hands went to the knot of the belt, slowly untying it as our eyes remained locked on each other. He pushed the material off my shoulders and watched it puddle at my feet. His attention was drawn to the lace garments that still covered my body.
“Christ, Ava, you are fucking gorgeous.”
His gentle hands landed on my belly, moving toward my waist as his thumbs rubbed up against my rib cage.
His thumbs worked their way to the underside of each breast as his mouth descended on mine.
His tongue fought its way in, lashing at mine, as his hands worked their way behind me to my backside.
My mouth swallowed his moan as he grabbed my ass, a finger lifting the strip of lace between the cheeks.
“You want to kill me, don’t you, Ava?”
His kisses moved to my neck, my chest, the top of my breasts, as he pulled me closer between his legs. My hands went around his neck, then up to his head, threading through his waves. Inhaling, his scent invaded me, and it was all him. That masculine combination of soapy pine and musk.
Reaching down behind him, I pulled at his shirt, bunching it up and over his head. I needed to feel the warmth of his skin against me. My hands roved along the planes of his back, both of us holding on tight to the other.
“You feel amazing up against me like this,” he said, his words vibrating against my chest.
Sitting back, his gaze lingered on me, my chest to be exact. His finger found the metal of my piercing through the lace, rubbing it gently. The pleasure it sent through my entire body made me quiver in his hold.
His hand trailed up my back, making its way to the clasp of my bra. He fumbled with it for a few seconds, realizing he needed more than one hand. Laughing at himself, he brought the other to help.
“I’m not as good at this as I thought, I guess.”
Once it was undone, I stepped back to take it off.
“But this is my favorite part,” he said with a smirk. “You are so fucking sexy.”
He made me feel sexy with his words and how he looked at me. So I decided to make this slow for him, to tease him a bit.
Holding the cups against my breasts with an arm, I lowered the straps from my shoulders, removing each arm one by one. Then I put my hands on the sides of my breasts, pushing them together, taunting him. He reached out, desperate to touch me, but I stepped away.
“Christ, you are going to kill me, Ava,” he moaned as he leaned back on the bed, enjoying the show.
“Well, I don’t think that’s true, but you might get blue balls while watching.”
My fingers found my nipples through the lace of my bra and pulled at the bars, making them taut.
Satisfied with how they now poked through the material, I moved a few steps closer to him.
My one arm was under my breasts, supporting them, while my other hand lowered the lace of my bra, revealing the tops of the deep brown circles he so loved to lick.
“Want a taste?” I asked.
He leaned forward, eager to oblige. His tongue laved at the tops of my breasts exposed over the lace, down to the pigmented circle surrounding my nipple.
Suddenly his lips clamped onto the hard tip and metal that stuck out through the lace, sucking deep into his mouth.
His fingers found the other and twisted it between them, the glorious pain igniting a fire inside me.
“Ah, you like this.” His words resonated against my breasts, the sensation heightened when his mouth returned to sucking on the other. My hands abandoned their hold on my bra, grasping his head, his hair, holding him against me.
When he pulled away, the material fluttered to the floor between us.
He inhaled deeply as he stared at me, seeming to anchor himself in the moment. His eyes stole a glance at mine, but quickly went back to my body. The back of his hand caressed the side of me, from chest, along my breast, to my torso.
“I’m not sure I deserve such beauty,” he said, almost to himself.
I took his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me.
“You deserve everything life has to give you, me included.”
Our mouths collided, the moment shifting. What had been pure sex was now full of emotion as well. Logan wrapped his arms around my body and stood from the bed, turning to place me down. Once above me, his arms caged my head as he lowered himself onto me.
“Wait,” I said, pushing him up. “Let me take your pants off.” Leaning forward, I made quick work of pushing his sweats and briefs to the ground.
“Don’t take your thong off, not yet,” he said as he lowered himself back into bed. “Your ass looks too good in it.”
Suddenly, he flipped me over and had me on my belly. His hands were on my ass, his fingers playing with the material of my thong between my cheeks. As he massaged my ass with one hand, his other came down with a tiny slap on my butt.
It startled me.
And then I realized I liked it.
When my reaction was to lift my ass in the air toward his hand, Logan knew that and did it again. He did it a few more times, and each time, my pussy tightened.
I heard him put his fingers in his mouth, and fully expected those fingers to go inside me. But where they went startled me once again.
This time, as he smacked my ass, the other hand moved the thong aside and pushed a finger inside my tight hole.
I stilled at the surprise, and so did he.
Yet he continued pushing it in slowly as he massaged my ass.
Then his other hand made its way around my belly and found my clit, rubbing the nub as he teased that untouched hole from behind still.
“Is this OK, Ava?”
“Yes,” I moaned. Because suddenly it was more than OK.
It was euphoric.
He felt the change in me, in my body, and moved with the rhythm. My ass bucked against the invasion but opened up for it at the same time, as his finger pushed in slowly, carefully, and deeper.