Page 49 of What It Means To Be Found

Logan smirked, pressed his lips firmly against mine, and pulled back just enough to grip my waist and twist me down so that I was laying on my back next to where he was sitting. He slid down under the covers more, resting his weight on one arm as his body hovered over mine and his hand slid up the front of my shirt. I gasped and pressed my thighs together at the suddenly filthy images I had of Logan hovering over me like this.

Logan’s hand paused, his fingertips barely brushing the bottom swells of my breasts, his eyes on mine as he waited for me to give him confirmation that this new position was okay. I grabbed his wrist and helped him continue his slide, his large palm covering almost the entirety of my breast.

“Just so we’re clear,” I gasped as his thumb brushed across the stiff peak of my nipple, “I’m totally down for a home run tonight if you are.”

Logan paused and gave me a confused look, making me gulp as I used my grip on his hand to encourage him to keep going. “Meaning…I have no intention of stopping anything. I have condoms in my nightstand drawer.”

If Logan’s eyes were dark before, now they were black pits as he struggled to take a deep breath. His gaze bounced between my face, and where his hand was hiding underneath my tank top. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so he could see how his ministrations affected me based on the show my untouched breast gave him through the cotton.

I arched my back and released Logan’s wrist, using my hands to pull my tank top over my head and tossing it carelessly somewhere else in the room before I tucked my thumbs in the waistband of my sleep shorts, and started to pull them down. My legs were still under the covers, so Logan lifted them out of the way for me to toss my shorts to the side. He sat up just a little as I laid down on my back again, and he scraped a hand down his face as a deep rumbly sound came from his chest, his eyes closing as if he was struggling with restraint.

“Don’t hold back on my account, please,” I whispered, removing his hand from his face, and bringing it back to my stomach. He let me guide his rough, calloused hand again. I slowly slid it up my rib cage, barely over my other breast in the slowest pass that made me gasp. I didn’t stop there, and I loved how Logan’s eyes were purely focused on the path his hand traveled on my body as it made its way up towards my collarbone, slowly up my neck, and halting as I encouraged his fingers to gently squeeze the sides.

Logan lost control. He pulled his hand away, a movement that made me whimper from the loss of his touch, only to gasp in delight as Logan pulled on the back collar of his shirt and ripped it over his head.

He didn’t give me a chance to admire him, instead, he launched toward me. His mouth immediately found mine for the briefest moment, his hands unable to find a place to settle on my skin. Shoulders, neck, chest, stomach, hips, chest, breasts, neck.

I immediately reached down to undo the button of his jeans between us, and he paused his exploration with his hands to settle them on the mattress on either side of my shoulders so that he could lift his hips and help me tug his jeans down. He then awkwardly kicked them off the rest of the way, letting them get lost underneath the covers of the bed.

“Holy shit,” I gasped when my hand cupped him through his boxer briefs. And the longer my hand had to slide down to reach the tip of him, the more shocked my expression was. The dirty smile Logan gave me when I finally reached the end of him was mind-numbing. This was the hottest I had felt with another person in a very long time. I was so turned on by touching him and being trapped under his weight, that I was certain only a few perfectly placed grinds of his hips would set me off.

“I mean,” I lifted a shoulder as my hand gripped him through his boxers and started making leisurely passes, “I’m willing to try if you are.” I used my free hand to reach over and open up my side table, patting around chaotically until I found what I was looking for. A silver foil pinched in between my fingers, and I handed it to Logan.

He took it, then tossed it on the bed beside us.

“Um—?” I didn’t finish that thought because Logan started sliding down my body. “Oh god, oh god.” I dug the heels of my palms into my eyes at the feel of Logan’s hands wrapping themselves around my thighs, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses on my skin as he passed between my breasts, my belly button, lower, lower, lower.

“Wait, shouldn’t I be making it up to you?” I gasped, sitting up just enough to see the almost comical image of Logan almost completely hidden underneath my comforter, his head only peeking out enough to lift and make eye contact with me. He didn’t stop his travels, instead, he kept his eyes locked on mine as he used his hands to skim over my skin, toying with the edge of my plain cotton underwear.

I gasped as his thumb barely brushed me, my breathing short and heavy and overall embarrassing.

I was hyper-focused on him, which was probably the only reason I was able to register Logan’s nod of approval before he mouthed the words, you are, to me. I blinked, then gasped again when he roughly tugged my panties out of his way and lowered his head to devour me.

That was the only way to describe it.

I couldn’t focus on what exactly his lips and tongue were doing to me, only that it made me feel dizzy, and I could feel the invisible string tightening inside of me at a shocking rate. I immediately fisted the sheets next to my hips, biting my bottom lip in an attempt to smother the embarrassing sounds I made so as not to alarm anyone else in the house.

Before I could inhale my next breath, I was coming.

My back arched off of the bed, and Logan’s grip on my upper thighs kept me in place as he continued to eat me out. He never stopped what he was doing, not when I went silent as warm waves of heat unfurled from my core and spread through the entirety of my body, waves and waves of pure bliss coursing through all the way to my fingertips.

After an agonizing and euphoric amount of time, my body flattened on the bed again, and I was gasping for air.

Logan lifted his head from between my legs, his lips shining as his eyes sparkled. He kissed the juncture between my leg and hip, gently wiping his mouth off before he crawled back up toward me.

“I can’t, I can’t,” Logan tilted his head to the side as he lifted his hand to brush some of my hair away from my face. I was sweaty, and the fine strands stuck to my forehead until his calloused fingers brushed them out of the way. He tilted his head as he looked down at me, amused but questioning. I inhaled another lungful of air, before gently exhaling through my nose. “How did you do that?”

Logan’s shoulders shook with silent laughter as he bit his bottom lip, his dark eyes skimming all over my face as he lowered his head to my neck to leave more kisses against my skin.

“That was—wow—I’ve never come that fast,” I breathed. Logan’s teeth gently bit my collarbone, and I shivered from the contact. I patted around until I found the foil square he tossed aside and held it up to Logan’s face once he was done making out with my neck and shoulders.

He gently bit the corner of the foil in between his teeth, firm enough for me to be able to rip the package open. I smirked as I pulled the condom out, tossed the wrapper aside, and snuck both of my hands down toward his boxers. Before I could do it, he quickly rolled to the side to shuck his shorts down his legs, leaving him completely bare whereas I still technically wore my panties.

“Here,” I rolled the condom onto him, blinking at the massive erection as it bounced against my thigh. I then shimmied out of my underwear, leaving us both completely naked.

Before I could swing one leg over him, his rough hand grabbed my shoulder to keep me on my back, his body caging mine in a way I had specifically pictured in my DIY time.

“Why are you so hot?” I asked, my voice sounding a little too pathetic to my own ears as I traced my hands over his massive shoulders, and his hard chest. He was ripped. He was a professional athlete, and it showed. No tattoos of any kind on his skin, just the light pink scarring on the upper half of his body, neck, and face. I found myself gently tracing the largest scar up his pec before I looked up to see him studying me. His dark eyes were heavy, and his lush lips were only parted a hair.

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