Page 31 of Dirty Secrets

He licked and sucked at my clit, teasing my hole every so often, and the familiar feeling of an orgasm started tingling quickly. I’d come plenty from rubbing my clit myself over the years, but it was different like this.

My muscles tensed with anticipation, and my hands fisted by my sides as I tried to fight it off. I grabbed his hand as he reached for mine, giving me an anchor to hold onto, and I squeezed it so damn hard that I was surprised I didn’t break it.

He didn’t stop when I came, but he did slow down at least until I forced him back by fisting his short hair with my free hand and yanking him off me.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I panted, a cocky smirk taking over his lips as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Just setting a standard. If you can walk when we’re done, I didn’t do it right.” He moved up my body, leaving kisses across my skin as he went. Insecurity nagged at me as his lips brushed over the scar on my ribs from the knife, his tongue darting out to trace it before he kept moving upwards.

I winced as he finally eased a finger inside me, his eyes flicking to mine as he leaned over me. “You good?”

“It burns a little. How the fuck is your dick going to fit in there?” I asked a little nervously, making him chuckle.

“With patience and a lot of orgasms. You’ll be so relaxed that you won’t tense up at all.”

I hadn’t thought this through. I’d seen the guys’ dicks more times than I wished to admit, and none of them were small.

If Logan’s finger was hurting, his dick was going to tear me in half.

“Slow, right?” I asked warily, hating how pathetic I was being about this. I was a tough bitch, but now I was being a baby, and I hated it.

“That’s what I said,” he promised, continuing to pump his finger in and out of me. “No rush, we have hours.”

I needed a distraction, so I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to kiss me again, my body grinding on his hand and pushing his finger deeper. The moan I let escape made him curse, his dick as solid as a brick against my thigh as he moved a little faster.

He got me off again before deciding I was ready, my eyes trailing over his chest as he pulled his shirt over his head. I didn’t realize I was staring until he muttered under his breath.

“I’m not going to last long, Jesus.”

“Why not?”

He managed to look embarrassed, unbuttoning his jeans. “You’re just looking at me in a way I never thought you would.”

“Like how?”

“Like you want to devour me.” My eyes dropped down his body as he took his wallet from his pocket and slid his jeans down, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. His boxers followed, and he kicked them off the edge of the bed before pulling a condom from the wallet. “You ready?”

“No,” I admitted, staring at his dick. “That’s way too big.”

“As much as this is good for my ego, I promise it won’t hurt as bad as you think,” he said softly, tearing the foil open with his teeth to roll on the condom. “Trust me, I have no problem playing with your pussy until you’re ready.”

“This is weird, right? We’re just friends and I’m fucking things up between us.”

I was freaking out. Did he even want this? I’d put him on the spot without a lot of warning, so maybe we should’ve thought about it for a while.

His dick was only hard because it always was, right? Guys couldn’t help it.

“Hey, you’re overthinking things.”

“You don’t want this. I pushed you into it.” I was babbling now, but I became silent as he grabbed my chin between his fingers, forcing my eyes to his.

“I want this more than I probably should. Do you still want to do this?” he asked in a low voice, waiting for me to mumble a yes before continuing. “Then don’t worry about me. My dick’s so damn hard I’m surprised it hasn’t snapped off. I promise, I want this and I’ve got you.”

“Promise this won’t fuck things up between us,” I whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“I promise. All you have to do is lie there and look pretty.”

“What did I tell you about?—”

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