He licked her gently again. “It doesn’t feel good?”
“It feels weird,” she said, which was true. His tongue traced a circle around the perimeter of what she’d always considered an exit. “And good,” she admitted.
“Have you ever been taken in the ass?” he asked.
Her face flamed, and she buried it in the cushions so that her next words were muffled. “No. I thought we’d established that I was a virgin.”
“Yeah, well, there are women who get fucked daily in the ass and claim to be virgins because they’ve never given up the pussy.”
Were there really? Was he pulling her leg? “That doesn’t count, does it?”
“Not in my mind,” he said. “So this hole is virginal too?” he said before licking her ass again.
“And it’s going to stay that way!” She tried to squirm away from his mouth, but he had a firm hold on her hips.
“For now,” he said agreeably and rose to his feet.
He released his hold on one hip, and she trembled as she felt the head of his cock being rubbed the length of her slit. She tensed when the tip of his condom brushed her saliva-wetted ass.
“Logan!” She tried covering her butt with one hand.
“I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do,” he said before he slid the rigid length of his cock into her pussy, claiming her deep and slow.
“Yes,” she gasped, not sure why her ass was tingling with neglect, as if it wanted to lose its virginity too. That was not happening on her watch.
“One day soon, you’re going to beg me to claim every inch of you.”
Nope. Wasn’t going to happen. But she wasn’t about to relieve him of his fantasy when he was working his magic on her pussy. And she didn’t have the mindset to protest when his thumb began to rub her back opening in the same slow churning motion of his hips.
“Move with me, baby,” he murmured. “Let yourself become a part of our rhythm.”
He was doing spectacularly on his own; she didn’t want to get in the way of his skill. Yet she also wanted to be a good lover, and she supposed there wasn’t much good in just standing there taking all he had to give.
Her first attempts to move felt awkward. She rocked her hips front and back and was rewarded for her uncoordinated effort by his cock falling free of her body. He didn’t criticize, just found her again and used gentle squeezes on her hip to give her cues on when and how to move. Within a few strokes, she found that rhythm he’d referred to. The churning motion of her hips became more exaggerated as her confidence grew. Logan’s groans of pleasure added to her own bliss. She was so going to high-five herself later for being the cause of his obvious enjoyment.
“Oh God, Toni,” he said, “you’re going to make me come so hard if you keep doing that.”
Well then, of course she’d keep doing it. Their bodies were rubbing together so perfectly that his balls ground into her clit each time he thrust into her. Her own groans echoed his as she stopped worrying about what he was doing and concentrated on finding pleasure.
“Fuck, woman,” he said, stretching his hot body over her back. “Up, up, up. Your pussy feels too good in that position. I can’t take it.”
He eased her upright. Toni’s head swam at the sudden change of position. She made a grab for the back of the sofa as he lifted one of her knees onto the sofa arm and shifted so that he could thrust up into her. Once she had her balance, she began to move with him again. He held her breast, massaging and tugging her nipple as she bounced on his cock faster and faster. Her pleasure built until orgasm was just within reach, but she couldn’t figure out how to tumble over the edge.
“Logan,” she said, her legs starting to tremble from all the unfamiliar activity. “How do I?”
“How do you what, baby?”
“How do I come?”
“Touch yourself.”
“What?” Why would she do that when she had a man at her disposal? Wasn’t the whole point of having a lover so she didn’t have to get herself off?
“I’d do it for you, but I don’t have a spare hand at the moment.”
Her hand was trembling as she slowly slid it down her belly. When her fingertips brushed her clit, her body jerked. “Harder,” she demanded, wanting him to roughen his touch on her aching nipple. His thrusts grew harder. Faster. Harder. Her fingers stroked her clit, and she cried out as she exploded instantly.
“Keep it up until I finish,” he said in her ear.
Oh, but she couldn’t. It was too much. She wasn’t used to the added stimulation of a cock thrusting into her as she came. The pleasure was intense. Overwhelming. Her entire body was shaking with pleasure.
“Rub it out, baby,” he demanded. “Don’t stop.”
Her fingers began to move against her clit, sending her into a state of euphoria she hadn’t known existed. She was only partially aware of being pressed face down on the sofa with her hand trapped beneath her body so she could keep touching herself and of the loud cries of pleasure bursting from her throat and Logan’s answering cries as he worked toward his own orgasm. She was fixated on the intensifying and receding waves of friction as her pussy clenched rhythmically on Logan’s hard, thick cock. Her body began to twitch as she rubbed herself and rubbed herself and he fucked her and fucked her. His strokes stilled suddenly when he shoved into her balls deep and shuddered against her with a loud cry. She slowed the rapid stroking of her clit and groaned as her body shook with continued waves of pleasure.
“Best. Pussy. Ever.” Logan punctuated his words with hard thrusts.
She laughed softly, still shaking. He collapsed on her back.
“Was it good for you?” he asked with a self-serving chuckle.
“Not bad,” she teased.
“Not bad? Damn, woman. I thought your pussy was going to suck my dick clean off my body you were coming so hard.” He kissed her shoulder, nuzzled his face into her hair, and gave her breast a gentle squeeze.
“Did it hurt?” she asked.
He laughed. “In that way you think you might die from too much pleasure.”
“That’s how it was for me too.” She shifted her hand out from under her body. It was slick with her fluids.
“Just so you know—since you’re not very experienced and all—what we have here isn’t normal.”
Great. Something else that was abnormal about her. “I’ll do better. You just have to teach me what to do.”
“Better? Woman, if you do any better, they’re going to have to check me into a hospital.”
She’d always imagined she’d feel some profound, psychological connection with her partner after sex. But lying squashed under Logan’s hard and heavy naked body, absolutely nothing insightful stirred her soul. Nope, the only emotion washing over her was exquisite joy. And maybe a little love.
Okay, a lot of love. Overwhelming, tummy-fluttering, breath-stealing, thought-shattering love.
At least she thought that was what she was feeling.
But she wasn’t foolish enough to tell him that.
Seventeen
Logan jammed his foot into his shoe and tied his laces. He scowled at Toni, who’d managed to get one leg in her panties, but was now lying on her side on the sectional, her face squashed and her eyes closed.
“Come on,” he said. “Get dressed. The party has started without us.”
“I’m not going,” she murmured. “Too tired.”
He took her foot in one hand and slipped it through the empty leg hole of her panties, which he didn’t notice were wrong side out until he had them drawn up to her knees.
“You have to come,” he said, removing her underwear and turning them right side out before starting over. “I want to see what you’re like when you’re drunk.”
She opened one eye to look at him. “This is pretty much what it looks like, but with more vomiting.”
He was hoping that pouring a little alcohol down her throat would loosen her up a little. Open her shell.