Chapter Twenty One
please don’t stop
Logan's hands roam frantically over my body, into my hair, and down to my ass.
He’s greedy, making sure he touches every inch of me, as if he’s memorizing it.
“Charlie, I need you.” he moans into the crook of my neck, and I whimper in response.
He kisses back down my neck, hitting the edge of my shirt.
I’ve always been small chested, so bras aren't really necessary for me, so as his lips skim over the neckline of my top, I feel my hard nipples rub against the shirt.
His mouth is devastatingly close, and I find myself arching into him, urging him lower.
He looks up at me, a silent question in his eyes, and my nod is my only answer.
His hands slide up my sides, his thumb brushing that sensitive spot just under my breast.
I arch into the touch, desperate for more, and his hand lands on my sternum, pushing me down onto the bed of his truck.
My breathing is rapid, and all thoughts and worries I had earlier have completely left my mind.
All I can think about is Logan's mouth on my skin, and how he’s dangerously close to some very sensitive areas.
Logan slowly pushes my shirt up and over my head, exposing my breasts.
He takes a step back, looking at me, and his eyes are filled with hunger. I’ve never been looked at like that.
Like he’s about to devour me, and leave me aching for more.
“You’re a masterpiece, Charlie. Absolutely exquisite.” he says, his voice nothing short of a growl.
I squirm under his gaze, the anticipation of any type of contact making me lose control.
Logan slowly climbs up over top of me, his hands on either side of my head, and his eyes meeting mine.
“I need you to stop me now, Charlie girl. Stop me now if you want to, because once I taste you, once I start worshiping your body, I won't be able to stop.”
A whimper escapes my lips, and he smirks.
“Use your words sweetheart.”
“If you can't stop, then don't.” I breathe, and it's like those words were the only thing holding him back.
His lips come down on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth and sending a shockwave of pleasure straight between my thighs.
He starts moving his kisses back down my neck, to my collar bone again, and this time he leaves little nibbles as he goes, making a trail of pain and pleasure.
I need more.
I feel the warmth of his mouth hover over my hard nipples, and my head whips up to look at him.
He’s watching me with a smile on his face, and as he does, he takes my nipple into his mouth in a gentle kiss. My head falls back, a moan escaping my lips.
“God Charlie, I love watching you squirm.”
Then his tongue starts making slow, torturous circles around me, while his other hand caresses my other breast, gently squeezing my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.
Holy fucking god.
I feel pressure start to build, and jolt up, “Wait,” I say, completely breathless.
Logan looks up at me, but doesnt stop. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Please,” I breathe, a moan following. “Please stop.”
“Why, Charlie girl? Tell me why, and I’ll stop.”
He picks up the slow torment, and I feel myself start to tense.
“I’m gonna come.” I breathe out, my eyes begging him to stop.
“And you don't want to?” he asks me, then bites down on my nipple just before sucking it back into his mouth.
My head falls back, the sensation too much.
I breathe, and look down at him.
“I don't want to. Not like this.”
“Mmm.” he moans against my skin, “How do you want to?”
I shrug my shoulders, and he bites me again.
“Words, honey. Use your words.”
“I want you inside me.” I whisper, my cheeks turning red.
Logan smiles, then starts trailing kisses down my stomach, going lower and lower.
“I haven't even tasted you yet, don't you want that?”
I hesitate, because I’m unsure.
“I…” I stutter, and he leans up, looking at me.
“What's the matter?”
I blush harder, embarrassed. “I’ve never had that done.” I say, my voice quiet.
I watch his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“Never? Not even..” he trails off, because he doesn't have to say it.
“No. Never. I was always too self conscious.”
He nuzzles his nose against my stomach, “Can I?” he asks, planting kisses all over my stomach.
I start to nod, but remember he wants words.
“Yes, please.”
He smiles, and undoes my belt, then my pants.
Sliding them down my legs, leaving me completely bare, save for my ivory lace thong.
A low growl rumbles up his throat, and it sends a wave of pleasure through me. I never knew that sound could be arousing.
“Absolutely beautiful.” he says as he looks over me.
He leans down between my legs, and starts kissing my inner thighs. I squirm, needing to feel his mouth on me. Eager to know what that feels like.
But he keeps up with the slow kisses on one side, then moves to the other.
Then, finally, he moves to the waistband of my underwear, grabbing it between his teeth, and pulling them down.
I feel his warm breath on me, and that alone has me going wild.
Logan slides his hands up the sides of my thighs, grabbing my hips, and then I feel his tongue on me.
He’s gentle, and slow, and the feeling has me arching and moaning and on the verge of combusting.
“Oh my god.” I moan, and he hums his approval against me.
He starts working his tongue in slow, torturous circles, and I can feel my orgasm building already.
My hands come up, tangling in his hair, and he moans into me.
He switches back and forth between slow upward licks, and circles that have me losing my mind.
“Fuck, Logan.” I moan.
He starts to pick up the pace, and it's the best thing I’ve ever felt. I moan, and writhe under him, but his hands hold me against him, keeping me in place.
My orgasm is so close, and I debate not stopping him, just because I don't want this to end, but I need him.
“Logan..'' I breathe, and it's so hard to form words.
“Hmm?” he hums as he sucks me into his mouth.
“Ah!” I cry out, “Oh my god, Logan. Yes..” I squirm, and moan, and dig my hands into his hair.
I can't hold back any longer.
Just as I feel my orgasm about to rip through my body, Logan pushes a finger into me, and I instantly come undone.
My body shakes so hard, Logan has to hold me down. Not once does he let up, and the feeling has me gasping for air.
As my body slows, and I’m coming back down, he slows his pace, and removes his finger.
Logan crawls up over me, his eyes full of hunger as he says, “Never be self conscious of that. You taste fucking delicious.”
I nod, still completely out of breath.
He lays between my legs, and I can feel his erection through his jeans. It takes everything in me not to show any reaction to the size of what I feel.
“Do you still want me?” he asks, and I quickly nod.
How I’m still turned on and ready to go, I have no clue, but I need more. I need him.
I need to feel his skin on mine.
I sit up, my hands sliding up his sides, to his chest. I feel smooth skin, and a couple spots that feel extra soft. Like scars.
Lifting his shirt, exposing his chest, I take a good look at him.
There’s a small circular scar on his left shoulder, right above his collar bone, and another across his abdomen.
I look up at him, and he's watching me assess his scars.
“Can I?” I ask him.
He nods his head knowing what I’m asking without me having to ask.
Moving my hand along his body, I slowly trace his scars, starting with the one on his shoulder. His jaw tenses, and he swallows, but he doesn't stop me.
“Bullet.” he whispers. “We were under attack, they had a sniper that we somehow missed. Luckily he was a shitty shot.” he laughs, and I move down to the one on his abdomen. This one looks more like a slice of some sort. I look at him, waiting patiently.
“Shrapnel. A grenade hit about 8 feet from where we were set up. I tried to cover in time, but those things go off within 3 to 5 seconds. I was just a second too late.”
I look over the rest of his chest and stomach, there are random scars scattered everywhere, and I want to hear all of his stories. But right now, I just need him.
Feeling somewhat confident, I reach down and unbuckle his pants, then slide them down.
His eyes track my movement, and I watch as his breathing picks up.
My eyes go wide as his pants and boxers hit the floor.
He’s enormous, and it’s slightly intimidating.
I mean, he’s a large man, so I figured…but I was not expecting this.
“Is that..” I start to ask him a question but stop myself.
“What? Is it what?” he asks, when he catches where I’m looking.
“I mean..Logan..I’m tiny.” I giggle, embarrassed.
He smiles knowingly, and leans in giving me a kiss. I taste myself on his lips, and that only adds to my arousal.
“It’ll fit, if that's what you're worried about.” he whispers against my lips, and I whimper as I feel the tip of him pressing against me.
Slowly, and I mean slowly, Logan starts to push into me. The overwhelming fullness of him has me moaning and biting my lip.
“Fuck.” he moans as he pushes all the way in, his base hitting my pelvis.
“You feel so good, Charlie.” he moans as he starts kissing me, and starts thrusting into me. He instantly hits that sensitive spot, and my body immediately tenses back up, my second orgasm building with each push.
“Yes..Logan..” I moan, my hands roaming over his body.
I can finally touch him. His back is toned, so is his chest. He has a little bit of a stomach, but that just turns me on even more.
I watch as he works himself in me, and that pushes me closer to the edge.
“God you’re fucking beautiful. You're taking me so well, Charlie girl.”
I moan at his praise, and feel myself tighten around him.
Logan moans into my neck, biting down.
Picking up his pace, he holds me and looks into my eyes.
“Come for me, honey. Let me hear you.”
His words have my body trembling, my orgasm right there.
“That’s it, Charlie. Breath through it, come on me. Come for me, Charlie.”
With one last push, I cry out, my orgasm crashing into me even harder than the first.
My eyes roll back into my head, and my back arches off of the bed of his truck until I’m practically sitting in his lap.
I grind into him, feeling him tighten up and knowing he’s right there with me.
“That's it honey, make me come.”
His words fuel me, and I start bouncing on him, until he slams me down on him, filling me up.
“Charlie..” he moans into me, holding me against him.
We sit like that for a minute. Both of us completely spent.
Never, in my life, have I experienced sex like that.
My eyes grow heavy as I lay in his arms, and he gently lays me back on the pillows.
Before I fade away completely, I feel him clean me up with something warm, then he’s at my side, pulling me against his chest. He plants soft kisses to the back of my head, I instantly fall asleep in his arms, outside, in the bed of his truck.
And I love every second of it.