Page 55 of Tell Me Lies

His hand dips between my thighs, and he slides two fingers inside of me, plunging them in and out. I grip the railing so hard that I’m surprised my fingernails don’t bleed. And then he quickly drops his fingers and his mouth from my body and stands up.

All at once, he rams his hard length inside of me, and I cry out in both pleasure and pain. One hand moves to my waist, pulling me a few steps back, while the other tangles in my hair, pushing my face down on the railing. It’s so quiet out here, nothing but the sounds of the rustling ocean washing up along the rocky coastline and his balls slapping my ass each time he thrusts inside of me.

“So fucking wet,” he grunts. “I love when you’re a slut for me, baby.”

His words aren’t degrading, but instead somehow liberating. Because this is a safe space, where I can be however wild I want. I know he won’t judge me or make me feel bad.

“Just for you,” I whisper, my voice much huskier than I’d like.

Pulling my head back, he brings his lips to my ear. “I can’t wait to blow my load inside of you and sit back and watch it drip out.”

His words are absolutely crude, and yet … I can’t get enough of his filthy mouth. I want more. I don’t ever want him to not say those types of things to me.

He pulls out and slowly glides his length to my ass. It’s wet, and I can feel it sliding along my skin. Putting his fingers to my lips, he growls, “Spit. Get my fingers nice and soaked. I’m going to take your ass.”

Doing as told, I spit onto his fingers, scared about what’s coming next. He moves his hand to my ass and lubricates me, to the point that I’m dripping. Then, he hovers over my entrance before nudging himself inside little by little.

“If you want me to stop, just say the word.”

Part of me wants to yell out that we can’t do this. The part that is terrified of trying something new. But the other part—the bigger, greedier part—doesn’t want to say a damn thing.

And that part of me wins because I lean forward again, pushing my ass further against him, telling him to keep going without saying the words. I don’t miss the low hiss that spews from his lips.

Each time he pushes further in, the pain deepens. And yet I don’t want him to stop. The hand on my waist slips lower and lower until he’s brushing his thumb against my clit and slipping two fingers inside.

Something inside of me is building; I can feel it in my belly, working its way down to my toes. And each brush of his thumb or pump of his hips, it only grows closer.

When he’s full-on fucking me from behind, I toss my head back. My back arches, and I feel like everything is spinning. This orgasm doesn’t feel like any other I’ve experienced. It’s fast and furious, and the moan that comes screeching out of me is probably loud enough that any seals in the harbor are wondering what in the world is happening.

“Logan,” I cry out. “Logan … yes.”

“Filling this ass full.” He barely grunts out the words before his body begins to spasm, and I feel the warmth of his cum shooting deep inside of me.

His body weight presses against mine as he continues to shudder, and moments later, he pulls out.

He slaps my ass cheek, cupping it. “What a beautiful fucking sight, Boston. My cum dripping out of your body,” he hisses. “Goddammit, I fucking love that.”

I just did something forbidden and frowned upon on Logan Sterns’s balcony. Airplanes and drones, hell … even hikers and boaters could have seen us.

And yet not a single part of me cares.

He spins me around, lifting me into his arms, and heads toward his bedroom door.

“Where are we going?”

“To take a bath together and then lie in bed,” he says matter-of-factly. “Maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll keep my clothes off for you.”

I have no idea how he does that. He can be so incredibly hot and filthy one minute, and the next, he makes me laugh, not taking anything seriously. I might not know how he manages to do both, but I’m sure glad he does. It makes life a lot brighter.

Iwake up and instantly reach for Maci, but she isn’t beside me. I flip over, looking at the clock on my nightstand to see it’s a few minutes after ten at night. I’ve been asleep for hours, and that’s coming from a dude who never fucking naps.

Where the fuck did she go?keeps running through my head as I quickly get out of bed and walk to my dresser. More importantly, why the fuck isn’t she in my arms, naked and ready for me to fuck her again?

I pull a pair of sweatpants on and head toward the door, panicking that we’ve taken things too far for her and now she’s getting spooked. It’s not lost on me how much I love having her around or how I’m no longer just excited to see Amelia, but Maci too.

Fuck. I think I’m falling for this girl.

I bolt toward her bedroom, scared to find her packing or something, but before I get there, the sound of fingers typing on a keyboard hits me, and I stop when I reach her office door.

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