Page 89 of Bloom: Part 1

“Yeah? What is it?” It was hard concentrating on his words when he was taking his sweet time, first squeezing toothpaste onto his toothbrush, then coating his fingers with lube.

“I found this black lace lingerie I want you to wear for me tonight.”

“Lingerie?”

“Hmm. I could picture you in it—so damn sexy.” He brushed his teeth with his right hand and brought his left between my cheeks. I held my breath as he teased me a little, then slid both fingers inside me.

“Ooh.” I spread my legs wider and braced a hand on the vanity. With slow and deliberate motions, he fucked my ass with his fingers. In no time, my cock was hard, precum leaking onto the vanity.

He spat out toothpaste. “So do we?”

What was he talking about? I couldn’t focus on anything but what his wicked fingers were doing inside me.

“Do we have time to make the stop?” he asked. “And will you wear the lingerie I bought for you?”

He grazed my prostate, and I gasped, eyes rolling back in my head. “Logan.” I moved my hips to the rhythm of his fingers. “Yes, whatever you want. Just don’t stop, please.”

He chuckled darkly and resumed brushing his teeth while teasing me. The warmth of my breath fogged up the mirror, but I could still see my face. Stunned, I stared back at the image with heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips while my hair streamed down my shoulders. Damn, I felt…sexy.

“See how damn beautiful you are?” Logan murmured, crooking his fingers so I cried out. He rinsed his mouth but never removed his fingers. When his toothbrush was back inthe holder, he moved behind me and spread my cheeks open. I arched my back.

“I just can’t keep my hands off you.” Logan planted kisses on my back. “God knows I tried, but it’s a losing battle.”

“You don’t seem to mind losing.”

“Because I still end up winning. Look at this ass.” A satisfying groan left him. Then his mouth was there—right where I liked it—and my soul separated from my body. All I could do was feel the sensations he triggered, with his tongue slurping at my hole and his fingers alternately diving deep inside.

Logan’s hungry exploration of my body unlocked my limbs, and I moved effortlessly against his tongue. His palm cracked against my cheek, the sound echoing in the bathroom.

Logan went still. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

I reached back to grab my ass and squeeze, then slapped it hard. “It feels better when you do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hell, yes. It felt so fucking good.”

“Then I really must.”

He slapped my ass again, and I choked out a muffled moan. “More.”

“God, how are you so fucking sexy?” He wrapped an arm around my torso, and I turned my head to kiss him. “You were a virgin. You’re supposed to question everything I do, but you take my dick like you’ve been riding it for years.”

“I will.”

Logan picked me up and brought me to the shower. We kissed while he fumbled with the faucet. I gasped when cold water hit my back. He whispered he was sorry and adjusted the temperature. All with my arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist.

He didn’t once allow my feet to touch the ground. Not even after he lubed up and slipped his cock inside me. He shifted usso my legs dangled from his arms, pressed me against the wall, and laid into me. Loud cries tumbled from my mouth with each forceful thrust that slammed my hips into the glass. He had my cheeks in his hands, keeping them pried apart while he buried himself deeper inside me. Over and over until I nearly drove us deaf.

His lips came down on mine, soaking up my cries. He slowed his pace, but his thrusts became possessive that claimed everything I had to give him, leaving nothing for me. I had no choice but to hang on to him and take everything he offered.

“Logan,” I whimpered into his mouth, turning my head to kiss and bite his neck, tasting the water cascading around us, the sweat on his skin, and the tangy blood under my teeth. His groans echoed in my ears, mingling with splashing water.

“Damn it, you feel better every single time.”

I bit his neck again, never staying at the same place for long until his skin was marked with my need. Each nip of my teeth made him hiss, made his grip on my thighs tighten, made his thrusts more frantic. I reveled in this power I held over him, how I could push him to the brink with just my mouth.

“Jesus, Bloom, that hurts.” He hissed. “Are you trying to kill me?”

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