10. Logan
10
LOGAN
I twist the key in the lock, the familiar click of the door a small comfort as we step inside. My house is quiet, the dim light from the hallway spilling in before I close the door, shutting out the world.
She follows me inside, her footsteps hesitant. I can sense the tension rolling off her in waves, the way she keeps glancing around like she’s expecting something to jump out at her.
“This is nice,” she says, her bright voice a little too forced.
Her eyes dart around, taking in the dark wood floors, the leather couch, and the bookshelves lining the walls. It’s not really a homey feel but more of a logical space.
“Thanks,” I say, setting my keys on the table by the door. “Make yourself at home.”
She nods but doesn’t move. Instead, she stands there, shifting from foot to foot, her arms crossed over her chest. It’s like she’s trying to protect herself from something, and it hits me how vulnerable she looks right now, how out of place she seems in my space.
“Wine?” I ask, heading towards the kitchen without waiting for an answer.
I need to do something, anything, to break the tension that’s hanging in the air between us. I also don’t think it’ll be appropriate to kiss her right now when she already seems timid.
“Sure,” she replies.
I hear her footsteps follow me into the kitchen, and when I glance back, she’s standing in the doorway, watching me with wide, uncertain eyes.
I pull out a bottle of red from the rack and grab two glasses, trying to appear relaxed. “Do you like red?”
“Yeah, red’s fine,” she says, but she seems distracted.
She’s not really thinking about the wine, and neither am I, to be honest.
As I pour the wine, I steal another glance at her. She’s still standing there, arms crossed, looking like she’s ready to bolt at any second. I need to get her to relax to calm down, but I’m not sure how.
“Why don’t you take a seat?” I suggest, nodding towards the living room. “I’ll bring the wine over.”
She hesitates, then nods, finally uncrossing her arms and moving towards the couch. I watch as she sits down, her posture stiff, her hands fidgeting in her lap. There’s something endearing about the way she’s trying so hard to keep it together, even though I can tell she’s a mess of nerves.
I bring the glasses over and hand one to her before sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. She takes the glass with a quiet “thanks” and sips it quickly like she needs the liquid courage.
“Where do you want to start?”
She looks at me, confused. “What do you mean?”
“With your financials,” I clarify, setting my glass down on the coffee table.
Her eyes widen slightly, and I can see the panic creeping back in. “Oh, right. That. Um...”
She glances around the room like she’s searching for an escape route. I can tell she’s uncomfortable with the idea, and it makes me wonder just how bad things are for her right now.
“It’s okay,” I assure gently. “We’ll just take it one step at a time.”
“I’m not sure where to start. It’s kind of... a mess.”
“That’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”
She takes a deep breath, then sets her glass down and pulls a stack of papers out of her bag. They’re a jumbled mess, some crumpled, others with notes scribbled in the margins.
I can tell just by looking at them that there’s no real organization, no system. It’s like she’s been trying to keep everything together with sheer willpower alone.
She hands the papers to me, her hands shaking slightly. She pulls out her battered laptop and starts tapping away.
“It’s... it’s really bad, Logan. I don’t know how to fix it.”
I take the papers from her and start flipping through them, trying to make sense of the numbers and figures. There’s no rhyme or reason to any of it, just a chaotic jumble of expenses, bills, and income.
It reminds me of a time in my own life when my finances looked similar—disorganized and overwhelming.
I look up at her and see the worry etched into her features, the way she’s biting her lip, her fingers twisting in her lap. She’s scared, and I can tell she’s afraid of being judged, of being looked down on.
After how I initially behaved with her, it’s not like I can exactly blame her…
“It’s not as bad as you think. We can fix this. But first, I need you to relax, okay? Take a deep breath.”
She nods, but I can see she’s still tense. I reach out and place a hand on her knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
Her eyes soften at that, and she nods again, this time with a little more conviction. “Okay.”
I give her a small smile, then turn my attention back to the papers.
“Let’s start with your income. Can you tell me what you make each month?”
She starts rattling off numbers, but her voice is shaky. I can tell she’s not confident in what she’s saying. I jot down what she tells me, trying to piece together a clearer picture of her financial situation.
As I review the numbers, she starts pacing across the living room floor. It’s like she can’t sit still, like the anxiety is too much for her to handle.
“Serena,” I say, not looking up from the papers, “you’re going to wear a hole in my floor if you keep pacing like that.”
She stops mid-step, blinking at me. Then she lets out a small, nervous laugh. “Sorry. I just... I’m not good at sitting still.”
“I can see that,” I reply, glancing up at her with a teasing smile. “But you’re making me dizzy. Come sit down.”
She hesitates for a moment, then reluctantly makes her way back to the couch. She sits down but still fidgets, her fingers tapping against her knee.
I set the papers aside and turn towards her. “It’s okay to be nervous. But you don’t have to be. I’m not going to judge you or think less of you because of this. Everyone goes through rough patches.”
She looks conflicted like she wants to believe me, but she’s struggling to let go of the worry that’s been eating away at her for so long.
“I just... I don’t want you to think I’m a mess,” she admits quietly.
“Serena,” I say softly, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “everyone’s a mess sometimes. But it doesn’t define you. And it doesn’t change the way I see you.”
Her breath hitches, and I can see the tears welling up in her eyes. She’s been holding all of this in for so long, trying to keep it together, and now it’s all starting to spill over.
I reach for the wine bottle and pour us both another glass, trying to lighten the mood. “So, how about we take a break from the numbers for a bit? We can always come back to them later.”
She nods, accepting the glass I hand her. “That sounds good.”
We clink our glasses together, and I take a sip, watching as she relaxes back into the couch. There’s still tension in her posture, but not as sharp as before.
I reach out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear again. My fingers linger on her skin, and I can feel the heat between us.
She notices it, too, and her breath catches slightly, her eyes flicking down to my lips before darting back up to meet my gaze. There’s a moment of hesitation, but then she leans in.
Our lips meet, soft and tentative at first, but then the kiss deepens, the heat between us flaring into something more intense. I can feel her melting into me, her body pressing against mine as her fingers tangle in my hair.
I pull her closer, my hands sliding down to her waist, and she lets out a soft moan. I tug her into my lap. My hands go up to her face, cupping her cheeks as our tongues tangle together. I drop to grip her thighs, needing to be as close to her as possible. She grinds down on me.
We’re both fully clothed, and I need to fix that immediately. I slide my hands up her skirt. She arches her back, her hands going to the back of my head. My mouth goes down her neck, feather-light kisses until I reach her cleavage. She pulls her shirt over her head, and her gorgeous full breasts are on display through her black lace bra.
One hand slides to her soaking wet core. I can feel the heat radiating from her, and I need more. I gently run my finger along the outside of the lace. She moans and sucks in a breath at the same time. I slide a finger inside of her panties, and she bucks toward me.
My other hand explores the curve of her waist, guiding her closer to me. Our breaths mingle as we kiss, our bodies now one, a wanton hunger for each other burning like an inferno.
I tear my lips away long enough to trail soft, hot kisses down her neck and then to her collarbone. I nuzzle her with my nose, taking in the heady scent of her arousal. My hands grip the edge of her lacy bra, fumbling to undo the clasp. When it finally releases, I pull back, revealing her flawless, pert breasts.
I didn’t get to enjoy this in the store. It was pitch black.
I’m going to take my time.
My tongue goes to her taut nipples. I graze them with my teeth, and she bucks forward again. My mouth envelopes one of her nipples, sucking gently as my hand travels back between her legs.
I need to taste her.
I grip her hips and stand with her. I set her down on the couch before I kneel between her legs. I grab her thighs and tug her toward me, putting her legs on my shoulders before I bury my face in her center.
“Shit! Logan!” she cries out as she starts shaking.
The vibrations of her voice reverberate through me, echoing the primal desire that fills the air between us. I lap at her, my tongue delving deeper, savoring the taste of her. She moans and grinds against my face.
Her hands grip the back of my head, pulling me closer. Her breath hitches, her body trembling. I can feel her nearing the edge, the tension building.
I slide a finger inside of her, my mouth never leaving her. She shudders, crying out my name again.
I lick her harder, my fingers kneading her thighs as she moans my name. I push two fingers into her, her walls clenching around me.
"Oh, fuck, you feel so good," I groan into her folds. "I want to hear you come, Serena."
Her hips buck hard against my face, her moans growing louder. I thrust my fingers in and out of her while lapping at her clit with my tongue, hungry for more. She's getting close, her breathing ragged and shallow.
And then it happens. Her body tenses, her moans turning into a wild, keening cry.
I keep at it as her juices coat my face, my tongue flicking her sensitive spots, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from her. Finally, she collapses back onto the couch, gasping for air, her chest heaving.
"Oh, God, Logan," she mutters, her voice shaky. "That was… Fuck, I need more of that."
I slowly pull my fingers out of her, savoring the feeling of her wetness. I lick my fingers, wanting more of her. I climb up her, kissing her and allowing her to taste herself.
"Up," I order gently, holding out a hand to help her stand. She takes it, her hand warm and steady in mine.
I lead her to the bedroom, hungry eyes never leaving hers. I push her gently onto the bed, my hands already on her waist, pulling her towards me. She lies down, her head sinking into the pillows, her eyes watching me hungrily.
"Are you ready for more?" I ask, my voice a low growl.
She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. I look at her body, still dressed in her tiny skirt and panties. A small smile forms on my lips as I undress her.
I remove her skirt first, taking care not to rush, making sure she stays connected to me. Her legs reveal the perfect toned thighs that I've been wanting to touch. Her skirt is now lying on the floor, and she's in just her lacy panties. I hook my thumbs in the sides and tug them down, letting the lace fall to the floor.
Her gorgeous body is now naked before me, her skin glowing in the low light of the room. I can see the arousal still showing on her body, her nipples hard and erect, her center wet and swollen. I can't resist any longer.
I roll her over, pulling her up so that she’s on all fours. She looks back at me, and my cock twitches, needing to be in her so badly.
My fingers feather over her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I run my hands down her sides, feeling the curve of her hips and the firmness of her stomach. I reach between her legs, feeling her wetness seeping through her lips and spreading across her ass. I slide a finger inside her, feeling the heat and tightness of her pussy. I spread her legs wider, showing her pussy to me, wet and open. I run my fingers through her folds, gathering her arousal, bringing it to her clit, rubbing it in circles, making her moan.
She whimpers and pushes back against me, her hips rocking slowly.
"Are you ready for me, baby?" I whisper in her ear, my voice low and growly.
"Yes," she breathes, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder. "Please, Logan."
I slide my finger out, my cock twitching and throbbing at the thought of being inside her.
I line up the head of my cock with her entrance and thrust forward, feeling her wetness engulf me. She gasps, her whole body shaking as I enter her fully.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I mutter, my breaths coming out in short, shallow gasps.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out, arching her back.
I pull out almost all the way, then thrust back in, feeling her wetness coating me, her muscles squeezing me. I can't get enough of this. I thrust in and out, driving deep inside her, feeling the resistance and heat of her body.
She moans, her hands gripping the sheets, her hips moving with mine. Her body feels so good, so warm and tight. I can't get enough of this. I want more, need more.
"That's it, baby," I mutter. "Ride me."
She does, her hips rocking back and forth, her pussy rippling around my cock. The feel of her muscles clenching and releasing is driving me wild. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
I slow down, knowing I don’t want to cum too soon.
“No. Faster, please faster. I need it. I need you.”
Her walls are gripping me so tightly.
I pull out and thrust back in, wanting to feel every inch of my cock inside her. She moans, her hips bucking to meet my thrusts.
Her moans become louder and more desperate, and I know she's close. I reach down and rub her clit, feeling her muscles clench around me, her moans becoming louder and more urgent.
"That's it, baby," I murmur, my voice a low growl. "Come for me."
She cries out, her whole body shaking as she climaxes. I feel her muscles contract
around me, tightening around my cock as she comes.
I thrust harder, feeling her wetness coating my cock, her walls still milking me.
She's still shaking, her body trembling with pleasure. I can't hold back any longer.
"I'm going to cum, baby," I groan, my voice hoarse. "I'm going to fill you up."
"Yes, Logan, please!" she cries out, her eyes wide and desperate.
I thrust one last time, my cock pulsing inside her, filling her with my seed. I collapse onto her back, trying to catch my breath.
Fuck.
I pull out of her slowly, my cock twitching with pleasure as it slides out of her wetness. I run my fingers through her folds, gathering our combined fluids and bringing them to her clit, rubbing it gently.
She whimpers and pushes back against me, her hips rocking slowly.
"Are you ready for more, baby?" I whisper in her ear, my voice low and growly.
She moans and nods, her eyes never leaving mine. Her body still trembling with pleasure, she reaches up and pulls me down, kissing me deeply.
As our tongues mingle, I slowly slide my cock back inside her, her wetness greeting me once again. Her walls quiver around me, and I know she's still so sensitive and needy.
"I want to feel you come again," I groan into her ear.
I start to move with a slow, steady rhythm. She arches her back, her hips meeting my thrusts, both of us lost in the passion of the moment.
"That's it, baby," I murmur.
"Fuck, yes, Logan. Just like that."
She cries out again, her body trembling and shaking with each thrust. I can feel her walls tightening around me, drawing me in deeper. I thrust harder, wanting to give her everything I have.
She moans loudly, her hands grasping at the sheets, her hips moving with mine. I can feel our bodies melding together, becoming one in this intense moment.
"I'm going to come," she whimpers.
I thrust faster, feeling her muscles clenching and releasing around me, her juices coating my cock.
"Good girl.”
“Oh God, yes!”
I feel her walls tighten around me, and I know she's cumming again. Her pussy ripples and pulses, milking my cock with each pulse. Her moans grow louder, her body shaking with pleasure.
"That's it, baby," I groan, my voice low and gravelly. "Cum for me again."
"I'm cumming, Logan!" she screams.
I feel her juices flow down my cock, coating my balls. The sensation is intense, and I know I'm not far from releasing myself.
I thrust harder, my hips slamming against her ass. I feel her muscles contracting around me, and I know she's milking me for everything I have.
"Fuck, Serena!”
I let out a primal growl as my orgasm rips through me and I empty inside of her again.
This time, I pull out and collapse beside her.
She sits up, and her mouth goes directly to my cock. She licks it at first before wrapping her mouth around it.
“Fuck.”
She moans, causing an incredible vibration through my already sensitive shaft. Her tongue is running over the head as she licks every drop of our shared juices. She takes me deep, sucking and bobbing her head, swallowing every drop. I can feel her tongue flicking against the underside, driving me wild with pleasure. She's a machine, her mouth never stopping, never slowing down.
As she sucks me, I run my fingers through her hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingers. I can feel her nails scraping against the back of my thighs, and I know she wants more.
I groan, my hips bucking up towards her eager mouth.
“I need a minute,” I say, gently tugging her away.
She giggles as she sits up and swipes the back of her hand over her mouth. I pull her into me, cradling her beside me.
“I don’t want you to date anyone else,” I growl. “I want you to be mine.”