Logan
She was my undoing.
I grabbed Ellie’s face and kissed her hard—desperate, hungry—as I guided her down the hallway toward my bedroom.
But she didn’t follow.
She shoved me back, slamming my spine into the wall, her hands already yanking at the hem of my shirt. In one swift motion, she pulled it over my head, the kiss only breaking long enough for her to strip me bare.
This was the moment I’d only ever lived in my dreams. The pent-up need coiled in my gut was on the verge of snapping, raw and volatile.
I wasn’t about to be outdone.
With a groan, I spun her around and pressed her against the opposite wall. My hands fumbled at her shirt, tugging it over her head in one swift move, revealing nothing but a bra that barely contained the rise of her chest.
I stilled, just for a second, because damn.
The way her curves flowed into one another like they were sculpted for me, the way her skin shimmered like silk under the hallway light. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, frantic breaths, her eyes dark and blown wide with desire.
She was breathtaking. A fever dream. Mine.
Adrenaline surged through me like lightning, clouding every rational thought. I was high on her—on the idea of her, bare and desperate beneath my hands. I wasn’t usually a selfish man, but with Ellie, I wanted it all. I needed it all.
When I pulled her from the wall, she jumped, legs wrapping tightly around my waist. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging so hard a jolt of pain shot through me, and God, I liked it. A groan tore from my throat and vibrated against her mouth.
She moaned in response—soft, aching—and I would’ve sold my soul to hear that sound again.
We stumbled into my room, the door slamming shut behind us like a seal on everything we were about to become. My room, my bed, was our haven now. A sacred space where I could worship every inch of her the way she deserved.
She slid to the ground, feet landing on the hardwood with a soft thud. Through tangled hands and racing hearts, we fumbled our way to the bed. I stepped back just enough to look at her, really look at her. And in that moment, I was gone.
The version of me I carried around every day, the calm, collected Logan, wasn’t here anymore. What remained was wild. Raw.
“El,” I said, voice thick with everything I felt for her. I reached out, trailing a single finger down the curve of her neck, gliding across her shoulder in a path so slow it made her skin pebble.
“Yes?” she breathed. Her eyes flicked down, catching the hard line of my cock pressing against the zipper of my jeans. I watched as her gaze widened, her lips parting slightly when she took in the length of me.
I reached down, palming myself with a groan I couldn’t hold back. My body was strung tight—too tight.
“I need to know,” I said, the words gravel in my throat. “To make sure you’re okay with this.”
“I am.” There wasn’t a shred of hesitation in her voice.
She reached out, dragging one teasing finger over my cock through the denim. It jumped under her touch, and I swore my skin caught fire.
“Good,” I rasped. “Because I can’t stop now.”
“I don’t want you to,” she whispered, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor with a soft thud and she stood before me, fucking beautiful.
Her breasts were perfect. Round, full, and mine to explore.
“Jesus,” I muttered, voice reverent.
She was a masterpiece. Every inch of her, more stunning than the last.
And I couldn’t wait to taste her.
No more time could be wasted.
I stepped toward her, towering over her smaller frame, and gently tilted her chin up between my fingers. Her breath caught.
“Get on the bed.”
Ellie obeyed without question, climbing on and lying back, her legs dangling over the edge in invitation.
I stepped between them and reached out to cup her breasts in both hands.
Full, warm, and perfect. Her nipples were already stiff, brushing against my calloused palms as I gave them a squeeze.
When I pulled back, I pinched both tips between my fingers, tugging just enough to make her gasp.
She yelped in pleasure, hips twitching toward me.
I trailed my hand down her stomach, teasing her inch by inch. She shivered beneath my touch, her body arching with anticipation as I finally reached the waistband of her jeans.
Ellie groaned, frustration etched into every sharp breath. My deliberate slowness was clearly driving her wild.
I smirked. Good.
With one hand, I popped open her button while the other pressed gently on her waist, holding her in place. I slid my hand beneath the denim, down the front of her panties, and found what I already knew would be waiting for me.
Soaked. Hot. Ready.
I let out a low, satisfied chuckle. “Oh, Ace…” I murmured, withdrawing my hand. “You have no idea what a tease you are.”
Ellie moaned, rolling her head to the side, her blond hair fanned out like a halo. Her skin was flushed, her body begging.
“Once I get my taste,” I warned, voice dark and hungry, “neither of us is leaving this room.”
With both thumbs hooked in her waistband, I tugged everything down—jeans and panties in one smooth motion. Her bare pussy was exposed to me, glistening, demanding. I was seconds from dropping to my knees.
Ellie finished the job for me, kicking off the remaining clothes and flinging them across the room.
“Impatient girl,” I said with a grin.
“The build-up is too much,” she groaned. “I can’t stop thinking about what it’ll feel like… having you between my legs.”
My hand reached for my own button. Perfect timing because her eyes locked on my fingers as I undid it slowly, then pulled down the zipper, revealing the top of my boxer briefs.
“Did you ever think about it?” I asked, voice low, eyes locked on hers. “Did you ever imagine what I’d do to you? Because I do. All the damn time.”
Ellie swallowed hard, lips parting.
I reached into my jeans and wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking myself slowly. My head tipped back as a guttural groan escaped.
“Ellie,” I moaned, the sound raw.
Her eyes burned into me, her voice thick and breathless. “What did you think about?”
I brought my gaze back to her, pinning her in place with the weight of my stare. “If I tell you,” I said, “you have to play with that pretty pussy while I watch.”
“I…” She hesitated, cheeks flushing. “I’ve never touched myself in front of someone before.”
“Would it help if I stroked my cock too?”
She didn’t answer but nodded in agreement. She was shy, timid, and I liked that.
I pushed my jeans the rest of the way down and kicked them aside, standing tall and completely bare before her.
“Holy…” Ellie whispered, her voice trailing off as she bit her bottom lip, eyes fixed on me.
I gripped the length of my cock again, giving it a slow stroke. “I love praise,” I confessed, voice rough.
Praise had always been a kink of mine. But with Ellie, it was more than that—it was a fantasy I’d played over and over. Her voice in my ear, her mouth against my skin, telling me how good I made her feel… how right this was.
Slowly, I ran my hand along the length of my cock, circling the tip with my thumb. Stroke after stroke, I edged myself as Ellie’s hand slid between her thighs.
“Just like that,” I murmured, voice thick with need.
Ellie found her rhythm in my encouragement. Her fingers glided through her core before circling her clit, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.
“Tell me,” she panted, eyes locked on mine, breath ragged.
I let out a low laugh, primal and raw, as I watched her. She was laid out on my bed, legs spread wide, her body a masterpiece in motion—completely unguarded, completely mine.
“This is exactly how I pictured it. Those legs open for me. You moaning my name.”
She whimpered, her finger sliding inside herself, and I damn near lost it.
“You at my mercy, begging me to keep going.”
She pumped in and out faster and faster, the sound of her slickness consuming me.
My arousal surged, a slow burn exploding into an inferno. I pulled my hand off my cock, barely saving myself, then reached for her.
“That’s enough, baby,” I said, wrapping my hand around hers and stopping her movement. “That release? I want it for me.”
Her breath hitched, and I dropped to my knees between her legs like a man who had found religion. Hooking each leg over my shoulders, I ran a single finger from her clit to her entrance in one fluid, deliberate motion. Her entire body shivered under the featherlight touch.
Then, I replaced my finger with my tongue.
Finally tasting her after imagining it for so long was overwhelming. The warmth, the sweetness, the sound she made when I licked up the length of her slit. I moaned into her, circling her clit before sucking it gently into my mouth.
Ellie gasped, her hips lifting off the bed in search of more. My control slipped, and I gave in to the wild need clawing at my chest. I devoured her with abandon, fingers plunging into her as my tongue danced against her clit.
“Logan!” she cried, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking hard.
The sting only spurred me on. I groaned into her, letting the vibrations tease her even further. Her moans grew louder, her legs trembling around my shoulders.
“That’s it, baby,” I growled, breathless. “Ride my face.”
She ground herself against me, rocking into every movement, chasing the release I was desperate to give her.
“I’m… so… close…”
I didn’t let up. I licked, sucked, flicked, and fucked her with my mouth, determined to push her off the edge. She tasted like sin and heaven, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Come on my face, El.”
With a strangled moan, her hips lifted, body seizing as her climax crashed over her. I held her steady, riding the waves with her until she collapsed back against the bed, breathing hard.
“No one…” she panted between gasps, “has ever done that before.”
I stood, stunned between her legs, my palms planted on either side of her face. Her eyes met mine, hazy and full of wonder.
“No one?” I repeated, voice thick with disbelief.
She bit her lip and gave a soft shake of her head.