She managed a laughing groan. “Something tells me I couldn’t survive an entire day of orgasms.” Not that it wouldn’t be enjoyable giving it a go.
He leaned down and gently scraped his teeth across the turgid flesh of her nipple. Soothing the sting with his tongue, he glanced at her. “Can you survive at least one more? Around my cock and your blue buddy here?”
The question sent another flurry of pulses through her clit, and she writhed against the mattress. Yanking the drawer open again, Logan snatched a tube of lubricant. But not a condom. He caught her questioning look and took a deep breath. “You can tell me no and I’ll honor it. But the truth is I want to feel every warm, snug inch of your ass huggin’ my cock.”
She swallowed, the image in her head initiating another series of tiny quakes. Good goddess. At this rate, she did stand a good chance of dying from orgasm overload. But talk about one hell of a way to go. She bit her lip and returned Logan’s prodding gaze. “Do it.”
A low growl rumbled from him. Once again settling between her legs, he popped the cap on the lube and squeezed out a good dollop. He removed the vibe, giving him more room to work, and eased one slick finger past her puckered rosebud. She lifted her hips, aiding his motions, and he added another finger, scissoring the digits to work past the resistant band of muscle.
Having him buried to the knuckles inside her, knowing his cock would soon take their place, elicited a wanton thrill within her. She’d tried anal sex once, a long time ago, and hadn’t particularly enjoyed it. But something told her that with Logan it would be oh so delicious. Already, with just his fingers readying her, she was on the verge of climaxing yet again. That was the difference of having someone who knew what they were doing manning the wheel. And the fact that Logan was so incredibly patient, endlessly stoking the fire raging inside her, made it a million times more amazing.
Wanting to return even a fraction of the pleasure he was giving her, she scooted forward and reached for the lube. She dribbled several drops on the head of his cock before glazing her fingers through the slippery gel. She explored each prominent vein and ridge, reveling in the way he grew ever thicker and steely within her grip.
His fingers had stilled in her ass, and she caught him watching her motions, his eyelids heavy and hooded. He looked like he was struggling against the fierce urge to lift her and impale her on his cock.
Now, more than anything, she wanted him to do exactly that. Still grasping his shaft, she coaxed him back on his haunches and straddled his lap. She teased herself with the silky gland of his cock, running it over her clit and labia. His hot flesh felt infinitely titillating and wonderful in comparison to the vibrator’s lifeless rubber. The plum-shaped cap furrowed between the cheeks of her ass, bumping at her entrance. She angled her hips, and he slid inside the barest fraction. The stinging stretch made her whimper, and Logan’s fists balled on her thighs, his knuckles whitening. “Rissa, I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You’re not.” Snagging her bottom lip with her teeth, she bore down, taking him deeper. A lush, decadent heat wave shimmered through her, making her shiver. “It feels so good. You feel so good.” And he did. Hard and unyielding, his veins a delicious friction on her sensitive tissues.
A fine tremor shuddered through Logan. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her jaw. “You’re better than perfect.” He eased her onto her back, pressing her knees toward her chest. A trickle of sweat sliding down his sternum, he stared at her. “You were made for my cock. Made for me.” He kissed her, his tongue thrusting deep, mimicking the slick advance and retreat of his shaft inside her ass.
She gasped, the coil of her approaching orgasm pulling tight.
“Don’t come. Not yet.” His chest heaving, Logan blindly grabbed for the vibrator. He shifted enough to allow room for the device and sank it home, powering it to maximum velocity—and her to brain-shattering climax. Starbursts of color and light exploded. They could have been real, byproducts of her magic or strictly hallucinations of her mind. She was past any ability to tell as she continued to convulse wildly beneath Logan.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Come hard on those cocks.” He twisted the vibrator, making her buck and the cords in his neck strain. “I’m right there with you. I’m gonna fuckin’ flood your ass with my come.”
His husky vow hurtled her into a pinpoint of dark, consuming focus. The only thing that existed in that world was the flesh-and-blood cock pounding into her and the incredible pleasure it brought. Desperate to tug him into the abyss with her, she squeezed her inner muscles around him. His features tensing, he surged into her one last time, lodging to the hilt. A sound that fell somewhere between a shout and a primal howl tore from him as he throbbed inside her, his seed jetting free.
She stroked his shaking torso, hugging him tightly to her. Groaning, he extracted the vibrator and tossed it aside before kissing her, their hearts thumping in syncopation. Eventually his cock softened, and he reluctantly pulled from her. He wadded the edge of the sheet and delicately cleaned between her legs and lower. Oddly enough, the intimacy of the act made her feel more connected to him. Cherished in some small way. The notion left her uncomfortable, her vulnerabilities stirred, but she didn’t stop him.
Once he was finished performing the task, he snuggled her into his arms again and kissed her brow. “I wanna take you out on a date.”
“Why?”
“It’s what people do,” he said, dry amusement edging his tone.
It’s not what we do. They had sex. Safe, uncomplicated sex.
Her mind relived the intense experience they’d just shared seconds ago. Okay, she couldn’t deny that even the sex was moving further and further away from being simple exchanges of bodily fluids. Emotions were becoming involved, and that was dangerous. She couldn’t afford to crave him this way, long for a future that would never be.
As if he’d plugged directly into her thoughts, Logan caressed the nape of her neck, lulling her back into drowsy contentment. For a moment, at least. “You still owe me for stiffin’ me the other night, you know.”
Their anniversary dinner. She should have known he wouldn’t let her off so easy. “Fine. When?” It’d have to be soon, or he’d be out of luck. As if to torment her, Seven’s taunting words ghosted through her conscious. Four days, and you will be mine. A vise clamped inside her throat.
“I have to work tonight.” Clueless of her private turmoil, Logan brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Tomorrow.”
Refusing to dwell on her numbered days, she nodded, her fingers following the pattern of his tattoo. “I always wondered why you chose barbed wire of all things to get inked with.”
His hand stalled on her shoulder. “Do you wanna hear the official story I tell everyone, or the truth?”
She blinked at him, her curiosity piqued. “That last choice, of course.”
He sighed before angling his arm for her closer inspection. “They’re hidden in the barbs. You wouldn’t even notice if I didn’t tell ya.”
Confused, she peered at the intricate design. Sure enough, there seemed to be tiny letters secreted within each of the barbed points. She frowned, making out a C and then an L. With each new letter she uncovered, a terrible truth slowly blossomed inside her.