Chapter 3 #3
Reflex took over as Lacy tried to escape. It was a futile effort. His large, strong hand had returned to the back of her neck, holding her down. The second and third blows fell as she still struggled.
When the fourth came, the pain and heat mingled. Transformed.
Lacy’s back arched and she went up on her toes to meet the fifth and sixth smacks.
“Logan,” she cried out, her voice tight with unshed tears. The spanking hurt, but not in a way that she longed to end. Instead, she wanted more.
Logan’s fingers found the opening to her body and before she could assimilate to the change, he had two buried deep, pounding roughly inside her.
This. God. Yes. This.
She tried to thrust back against his hand, but he still held her to the desk. She couldn’t move, couldn’t steal any extra stimulation. It was as hot as it was frustrating.
“Let me go.” She clenched her fists and beat them against the surface.
“No.” His reply was firm, unyielding.
“I need to move!”
He tightened his grip, added a third finger to the other two and increased his pace.
Lacy gasped at the increased tension, the beautifully brutal way he took her.
No. Claimed.
He promised to claim her. And now he was.
She wanted more. Wanted him to take everything she had to offer and then demand more from her. God. She’d give it all to him. Every. Fucking. Thing.
Lacy’s orgasm hit her like a bullet, arriving out of nowhere. One second she was grasping for harder, faster, deeper. The next, her body was writhing like a rag doll in a storm, shaking almost painfully as she came harder than she ever had before.
Logan didn’t give way. Didn’t stop the powerful thrusting. Instead, he rung out every drop of sensation he could. It seemed to last for hours. And when it began to wane, Lacy finally stopped fighting.
She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, draped over his desk, how many breaths she’d taken in and blown out before his fingers slowly withdrew.
Her pussy clenched greedily, trying to hold them in, but as always, Logan did as he pleased.
Lacy lifted her head and glanced at him over her shoulder. She shuddered at the hungry, almost feral look in his eyes.
Though she had known Logan her entire life, his beloved face as recognizable to her as her own, she had never seen this man. And yet she seemed to know him just the same. In some ways, it felt as if she knew this man better than the other.
She pushed herself from the desk as he took a step away. The connection of their gazes never broke as she twisted to face him, and then dropped to her knees.
Logan issued no complaint as she worked to free his erection from his jeans. She dragged the denim to his knees and then took his cock in her hands.
He didn’t say a word as she stroked the thick, hard flesh. God help her if she thought three of his fingers stretched her. He’d tear her apart with this baseball bat. And she’d love every second of it.
She ran her tongue along the bottom of his cock, her eyes studying his face.
She’d never been very sure of her abilities when it came to blowjobs.
She’d gone down on a few guys and while they made all the right noises, sometimes she felt like those sounds were similar to her grunts when the guys fucked her.
They were based more on encouragement than actual excitement.
Logan didn’t make any sounds, but his face and the way his hand cupped her cheek told her he liked what she was doing.
It gave her the confidence and courage to continue. Parting her lips, she sucked the head into her mouth, enjoying the way Logan’s hand flew from her face to her hair.
She closed her mouth around it and applied a bit of suction. Then, recalling the way Logan had suckled her nipples in his truck, she sucked harder.
His fingers gripped her hair tightly, tugging it.
As she lessened the pressure on his cock, he softened his hold on her hair.
She repeated the suction and his hands gripped her hair almost uncomfortably.
The burning in her scalp traveled straight to her pussy, her own arousal returning with a vengeance.
Lacy held on to the base of his dick as she moved her mouth lower, trying to take more of him inside. She hadn’t even hit the halfway point before his head brushed the back of her throat.
While Logan’s hands remained in her hair, he didn’t seek to drive her actions. Instead, he let her continue to explore, to play, to figure it out. He was a very well-endowed guy, so she had to improvise. Lacy was desperate to give him the same pleasure he’d just offered her.
Soon, she found her pace, moving her lips and her hand in unison along his erection, trying to keep the pressure tight, hoping it was enough to push him into climax.
Whenever his fingers tugged her hair roughly, she knew she’d hit a sweet spot and she catalogued the information, returning there over and over.
For several minutes, she worked her mouth on his hard flesh, losing herself in the quiet magic of the moment as Logan rocked gently toward her.
When Logan’s fingers tightened on her head more roughly than before, she thought he’d made it to the brink. She started to move faster, but he halted her motions.
Tipping her face up until her eyes met his, he held her there, his cock still in her mouth.
“You ready?”
Her brows creased, slightly confused. She assumed he meant for his climax, but he didn’t look like a man on the verge of blowing.
She nodded slightly—and then everything she ever thought she’d known about blowjobs was blown out of the water.
Logan gripped her cheeks as he took the reins from her. Lacy’s fingers flew to his thighs, seeking purchase when he tripled their previous pace.
He fucked her mouth, pressing deeper than she’d dared to take him on her own. All she could do was hold on as he took. Her eyes began to water and she gagged a couple of times, but Logan didn’t cease the movement.
Once again she was overwhelmed by the sensation of being taken.
Claimed. When he’d spoken that word in the truck, she’d thought it sounded hot.
It triggered all those sexual fantasies she’d never shared with anyone before, the ones where she was captured by a stranger and used roughly.
She had always felt slightly ashamed of those dreams, like they were wrong, like she shouldn’t feel arousal over such things.
Then Logan had promised to claim her, and it had brought all those shameful fantasies to the surface.
She couldn’t find a damn thing wrong with what she wanted now. Instead, she struggled with the realization that she was close to coming as well. How was that possible? He wasn’t touching her.
“Fuck yourself, Lacy. Put your fingers in that hot pussy of yours and fuck it. Hard.”
Her fingers tightened in the hard muscle of his thighs, her nails scratching his skin. However, she wasn’t sure if his loud grunt was due to pain or a precursor to his climax.
Then she obeyed his command, pressing two fingers inside herself as he continued to pound inside her mouth.
“How many?”
He tugged his cock out of her mouth briefly and she cried out in frustration.
“How many fingers are you using?”
“Two,” she gasped.
He shook his head almost angrily. “Not enough. Four. Shove four in there.” He punctuated his command with a rough return, his cock trying to slide all the way in. She panicked for a moment before her throat opened and he slid deeper.
“Fuck,” he murmured.
Lacy added two more fingers to her pussy, curling them to find that special place that never failed to set her off.
Stars exploded as she came. Logan was mere seconds behind her.
One moment he was pounding into her mouth, the next he was jerking roughly as he came, jets of hot come splashing against the back of her throat.
She swallowed several times, but didn’t seek to pull away. Even as his cock softened in her mouth, she held him there.
Wanted him there.
She was his. Completely.
But more than that, he was hers. And she was never going to let him go.
Off-limits or not.
Eleven years earlier…
Logan tilted his head, confused when Lacy opened the door, wearing a tatty old t-shirt and jeans. “What are you doing here? Thought you were going to prom tonight.”
She shrugged casually, though her painted-on smile looked fake. “My date got chicken pox.”
“Oh man. I’m sorry.”
She stepped aside so he could come inside. “It’s okay. It’s not like he did it on purpose.” She paused for a second, and then looked at him, concerned. “You don’t think he got them on purpose, do you?”
Logan chuckled. “I’m one hundred percent sure Tommy didn’t get chicken pox just to get out of going to prom.”
“Yeah. I guess not.”
“You could always go stag,” he suggested.
She looked at him like he’d sprung a second head. “That’s social suicide. No thanks.”
Logan figured she was probably right. He’d been out of high school for too many years to remember all the silly rules.
Lacy’s mom, Beverly, walked into the room before he could devise a way to cheer her up.
“There you are, Logan. I just finished wrapping the tray of cookies for you. Lacy, will you go grab it for me?”
Lacy nodded and headed for the kitchen.
“Tough break on prom,” Logan said when Beverly’s gaze followed her daughter’s retreating form.
“I absolutely hate this. You know Lacy. She smiles and pretends it’s okay, but she’s devastated. She worked every single day after school in the bakery with me for six months, saving the money for that dress.”
Beverly quickly dashed a tear. Logan couldn’t stand the thought of Evan’s mom and sister upset.
They were two of the sweetest women he knew.
“Mrs. Sparks. What if Lacy comes to the barn dance with me tonight? Evan’s heading over there in a couple hours, once his shift ends.
Tyson and I will keep an eye on her until then. ”
“Are you sure?”
Ordinarily, Beverly would never have consented to let her sixteen-year-old daughter hang out with them, but the fact that she so quickly agreed proved how much she wanted to see Lacy happy.
It wasn’t that they hung with a rough crowd.
Hell, half the people there tonight would be Lacy’s older cousins.
She’d be surrounded by friendly faces and Logan didn’t doubt for a second they’d all make sure she had a prom night to remember.
“We just play music and dance. I’ll make sure she stays out of the spiked punch and Evan will get her home at a decent hour. We won’t let her out of our sight. Promise.”
“Oh, Logan. How can I ever thank you for this? She’ll be delighted.”
Lacy entered the room with the cookies Beverly had made for the barn dance.
“Hey, Lace,” he said, taking the tray from her. “Go upstairs and put on your prom dress. You’re going to the barn dance with me.”
Lacy’s eyes widened in sheer joy. “Seriously?”
She glanced at her mom for confirmation, who grinned. “Logan and Evan will keep an eye on you.”
Lacy dashed toward the stairs excitedly. “Five minutes. Give me five minutes.” With that, she raced up, with Beverly hot on her heels.
“Better give us fifteen, Logan. I have the cutest idea for her hair.”
Logan waved, grinning. Surprisingly, he was kind of looking forward to taking Lacy to her first barn dance. God knew the kid had been begging him and Evan to let her tag along with them for years.
Beverly and Lacy split the difference on the time it took to get ready. Lacy descended the stairs ten minutes later.
She looked absolutely gorgeous—and Logan suddenly regretted the offer.
It would have been easier to keep an eye on her when she was still dressed like a gangly sixteen-year-old girl.
Right now, she would pass for much older in her form-fitting dress.
It was way too fancy for the barn, but no one there would care when they heard about her sick prom date.
“You look amazing, Lacy.”
Her smile lit her entire face.
“Here,” Beverly said. “You two stand there real quick and let me snap a picture.”
“Mom. It’s not like Logan is my date.” From her blush, it was clear she was embarrassed.
“I don’t mind.” Logan set the cookies down and put a friendly arm around her shoulder. They both said, “cheese” and then, somehow, Logan found himself taking Lacy to “prom.”