18
Logan’s living spaceis much bigger than I had imagined. It is like a little apartment over the barn. He has an open concept area with a bedroom at the end and a full bath. By the way it is barely decorated, you can tell that this is solely a guy’s place. Yet, it is surprisingly clean for someone who has a dirty job like he does.
We are sitting on his couch, and I think I’ve either scared him or made him like me more by my theatrical reenactments of the movies. We have started the second movie and I am positive he is becoming a huge fan.
I’ve been lying on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around me and a blanket over us the entire time. Logan’s thumb casually rubs my arm and I feel at home for the first time in a long time. This farm, and everyone I have met here, have made these past few months easier than I could have anticipated.
“What’s on your mind?” Logan asks me as the movie goes off, but his thumb continues to rub my arm.
I am silent for a moment, not sure how I’m feeling, but then I remember something and look up at him, “Do you remember the day up on that hill when we saved Maggie?” I ask him and he nods, looking at me like he wants to know where I’m going with this.
“How much do you believe what you told me?” I look away from him but quickly look back into his eyes, “You said nothing’s random,” I search his eyes, “Do you really believe that?”
His eyes twinkle and a soft smile tugs at the sides of his lips. “Honestly, at one point, I didn’t.” He turns to face me and holds my hand in his. “I used to believe life was a dumpster fire and it’s going to shit on you no matter what.” He takes a deep breath and then continues, “Then I made my way to this farm and Margaret and Jefferey took me in like I was their own. They taught me things about life that I had only ever seen in movies and books. I found this place randomly, and I knew when I started work here it, in fact, wasn’t random. I just couldn’t figure out why.” He puts my loose hair behind my ear, “Then you came into town. It was like a lightning bolt hit me the night we met. I honestly didn’t know what else to do besides be a dick to you.” We both laugh at the memory.
“I want what Margaret and Jefferey have one day. That kind of love and marriage.” I sigh, “I sure hope she will be okay.”
I lean back into his arms, and we sit in silence, both of us thinking the same thing. Hoping Margaret comes home soon.
After a moment, Logan gets up and goes in the kitchen, “Want anything else to drink?” he asks, opening the fridge.
I answer, “No, thank you.”
While he’s bent over, looking in the fridge, I take it upon myself and make my way over to him. I make sure not to touch him but get close enough to where I’m the first thing he sees when he turns around.
He turns with a bottled water in his hand and his eyes go to mine, then trails down my body. He licks his lips. “What are you up to?” he asks me, and I do not say a word. Instead, I pull my t-shirt off over my head and let it fall onto the floor.
I see his Adam’s Apple rise and fall, and he sits his water down on the countertop. He takes a step toward me, and I put my finger up to stop him. “Don’t move.” I say and I take my shorts off slowly, gliding them down my thighs and onto the floor. My eyes never leaving his.
Seeing me in my bra and barely-there thong, I watch as his eyes darken and his jaw clenches down, making the muscles in them twitch.
“Now, Mr. Parker...” I start walking towards him, “show me a personality I haven’t seen yet.” His throat bobs again, and he meets me, kissing me softly. He is gentle, but strategic, as if he is calculating the risks of what he is about to do.
“I don’t want to scare you off.” He says and my eyebrow hitches. “Not possible.” I whisper into his ear.
He accepts the unspoken challenge, and in one quick move, he picks me up and my legs settle around his waist. He holds me up with his hands on my bare ass and he is walking us into the bedroom. Logan kisses me before slowly laying me on the bed next to the headboard.
His green eyes darken to brown, in that look I have seen before, but darker. He crawls up me, his legs in between my thighs, and deepens our kiss. I feel him unclasp my bra. My breasts spring free and he throws my bra to the floor. Leaving our kiss, he trails kisses down my neck and shoulder until he gets to my breast. My nipples are hardened, and he takes one in his mouth and bites down hard. My back arches and a moan escapes my lips. My body remembers him, and I love the way it reacts.
“Where are you going?” I ask him as he suddenly leaves me and the bed all together, making his way to a nightstand that is locked at the top and puts a key in to open the drawer. I gulp when he takes out a blind fold, rope, and cuffs.
Holy hell. He’s into the kinky shit.Things I’ve never done before.
He makes his way over to me and he bends down at my ear, “You told me to show you a personality you haven’t seen before, but if I do anything you don’t like, say the words and I’ll stop.” He says kissing my forehead and I nod.
“Say the words, Ivy.” He says, searching my eyes like he’s afraid I’ll run.
“I promise.” I smile at him. I give him my hands and he smirks. “What a surprisingly good girl you are.” He puts the cuffs on me one by one. He takes his time as he grabs the rope to tie my cuffed hands to the headboard of his bed.
He covers my eyes with the blindfold. It is pitch black and I can’t see anything, anymore. Suddenly, I feel like my senses elevate and holy shit, I’m wet.
I hear him walk back to the drawer and grab a few more things out of it. He places whatever he got out on the nightstand beside the bed. I feel the bed dip and he’s now between my legs again making a trail of kisses up my stomach, my breasts, neck and back to my lips.
I never realized just how much being blindfolded would heighten my senses. Just him kissing me is making me pool with wetness in my panties. I feel him slide back down my body and stop at my panties. He hooks his thumbs inside and slides them down slowly until they are completely off me. Sliding his hand back up my thighs, he trails a finger in between my legs to my opening and I swear to God, I heard him growl. A full-on primal growl that makes me moan with acceptance.
“You are soaked for me,” he glides a finger into me and my back arches. He wastes no time sticking another one in. “What a fucking good girl you are.” As those two come out, a third finger joins in, and I can feel them stretching me. I moan loudly and my hips start to ride his fingers, needing more of this feeling.
He leans up on the bed grabbing whatever he put on the nightstand, but his fingers remain inside me. A vibrating noise is heard throughout the room and my breath hitches. I’ve never used toys before. Stephen wouldn’t let me, and I was afraid to buy some and him finding them.
“Have you ever played with toys before?” Logan asks me as he rubs my G-spot with his fingers, slowly.
I moan, “N-no.” I whisper, struggling to respond through this pleasure.
He drags the toy down my stomach, and brings it lower and lower, stopping just before he reaches my clit. My breathing becomes desperate, wanting – no, needing - him to continue lowering it.
“Well, you see,” Logan starts, gliding the toy around my thighs. Teasingly close enough to my opening, but not touching the spot I need him to. “Most guys don’t like toys because they are insecure. They don’t appreciate them.” He touches my clit with it and my back arches, but he quickly removes it. My breathing becomes even more desperate. “A real man knows that toys are his friend, and he should work with them to give his woman the pleasure she deserves.” And within that moment, he slowly guides it from the top of my clit, downward. I moan at the contact, and he does the motion over and over again. His movements become slower every time.
“A guy who doesn’t put his woman’s pleasure first,” he removes his fingers from me and leans up to kiss me, “Is not a man, but an immature boy who doesn’t deserve the pussy he’s fucking.” And within one swift movement, he puts the vibrator right where I yearned for it, and my body goes insane.
Logan puts two fingers back in me while he focuses the vibrator on my clit, and he hits my G-spot, repeatedly.
I can feel my body tensing and as I clamp down around his fingers, he moves the vibrator in a circular motion around my clit. My back arches, my toes curl, and the moan I release is feral.
Logan removes his fingers and the vibrator quickly and I hear the bed dip, something that sounds like his pants fall to the floor and the bed dips again.
“Ivy,” he says with a strain, “I want to feel you bare, do you trust me when I say I’m clean?”
I nod, “Yes. Please.” I beg and he growls again.
I widen my legs for him, my breathing hitches again as I anticipate the feeling of him taking me. I remember how big he is from us taking a shower together in the hotel. I know this is going to hurt to begin with.
He lines up his head with my entrance and says, “I’m going to need you to relax for this to work, baby.” He slowly guides himself in me and I tense. He’s huge and I haven’t been with a man in so long. “I”m going to go slow, but I need you to relax, or I’ll never fit.” He says again and as he slowly gets a little of himself in me, he bends down and kisses me. That helps me relax, and he pushes himself all the way in.
There’s burning at first as I feel him stretch me but then the feeling of pleasure takes over. My hips follow his movements. He trails kisses down my neck and then whispers in my ear, “Who knew my good girl was so bad?” That statement starts my arousal all over again.
He starts to thrust harder and harder until we are both panting and moaning together. He kisses my lips and bites the bottom one. I can feel my release coming and he knows it.
He grabs the vibrator he put on the nightstand, turns it on, and places it back over my swollen clit. My body instantly tenses and my orgasm ripples through my body. My eyes roll back and my toes curl. This brings Logan to his breaking point, too. The clamp my pussy has on him from my release, milks him completely.
I had no idea sex could feel so passionate and releasing. Logan pulls the blindfold from my eyes and kisses me softly. He pulls back looking into my eyes, completely sated. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Ivy.” Logan whispers.
I smile, mirroring his look, and feeling, “I think I’m falling in love with you too, Mr. Parker.”