Page 59 of Fast Kill

Taylor held her breath, waiting. Dying for him to touch where she needed him so badly.

His tongue swirled around her nipple at the same time his palm finally settled between her legs and cupped her swollen sex. A strangled sound came out of her. “Feel good?” he murmured.

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

Logan groaned and kept sucking as he gently rubbed her sensitive folds. God, she was so wet, so needy.

He glided his fingertips through her folds, spreading the wetness up to the pulsing knot of nerves at the top of her sex. She whimpered as he circled the fragile spot, the muscles in her belly pulling taut.

Pleasure streaked through her like fire, burning her from the inside out. More, she needed more.

“Want to feel you come for me,” he muttered against her breast, and slid two fingers into her slick heat. “Been thinking about it for so long.”

Taylor cried out and grabbed hold of his head, her hips rocking against his hand. The orgasm was already building deep inside her, rushing at her with every deft caress of his hand.

With a low, rough sound of approval, he began sliding his fingers in and out of her in a slow, relentless rhythm while his thumb caressed her swollen clit. Over and over he repeated the intimate caresses, never varying his speed as he continued to suck first on one nipple, then the other. She tightened around his fingers as the pleasure rose higher and higher, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs.

“Oh, God,” she groaned, trembling all over.Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.

He didn’t.

She threw her head back and cried out over and over as the pleasure exploded in a black velvet wave. Pulse after pulse rocked her, every muscle in her body quivering. She curled around him, pressing her face into the curve of his neck and shoulder, nipping his slick skin while the orgasm faded.

His hand was still buried between her thighs. He released her nipple and straightened, and she caught the wince he tried to hide.

“Oh, your knee,” she whispered, putting a hand to the side of his face.

His laugh was low, strained. “That’s not what’s hurting at the moment,” he whispered, and claimed her mouth with his.

Taylor hummed and sucked at his tongue, sliding one hand between them to reach down and grasp his straining erection. Logan growled into her mouth and pushed into her grip, and his clear desperation filled her with longing. She slid her free hand into the back of his hair and kissed him with all the tenderness and passion he’d unleashed in her as she stroked the thick, hot length of his cock.

His entire body twitched and his breathing changed, growing choppy and labored. Raw, rough sounds came out of him as he pumped into her slippery fist, lost in their voracious kiss.

Sensing that he was getting close to the edge, Taylor slowed her strokes and reached her other hand down to grasp his butt. She squeezed once, then trailed her fingertips down and between his legs to caress the sensitive skin of his scrotum. Logan groaned, the sound almost pleading, and shuddered.

It was so freaking hot. “I want to watch your face when you come,” she whispered against his mouth. She wanted to sink to her knees and take him in her mouth, too, but right now she needed to see his expression as she brought him to release.

His eyes flew open and focused on hers, glazed and desperate. His nostrils were flared, his face taut with strain, just inches from her own as she squeezed and stroked his thick, swollen cock.

He was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen as he stood motionless before her, holding her gaze while he let her take him closer to the edge with each slick pump of her hand. “God, I want to be inside you right now,” he ground out.

Heat rippled through her abdomen. Staring into his gorgeous eyes, she felt the intimacy of their connection lock into place. In that single moment, she’d never felt more vulnerable. And because it was Logan, that didn’t scare her one bit.

An instant later his breathing hitched and his eyes squeezed shut. His jaw clenched and his head tipped back as he neared his release.

She kept her rhythm steady, watched his face greedily as he spurted in her grip and groaned while the orgasm wracked his body. He grabbed hold of her hand to stop her, squeezing tight, then sagged against her, their bodies plastered together from chest to thigh.

And then he wrapped his arms around her and simply held her there under the warm spray while the water ran over them in their private little cocoon.

Chapter Seventeen

Dillon had once looked forward to Friday nights during the school year. Not anymore.

His team was down six points with less than a minute to go in their second playoff game, and the other team still had possession. If they lost, they were done and wouldn’t make the finals for the first time in six years.

At first, he’d loved the outlet playing on the varsity football team gave him. The freedom it gave him and the respect it had garnered from his classmates. Even a little bit from Frank, who would show up to watch once in a while if he wasn’t working night shift.

Or too wasted to drag himself off the couch. Not that he gave a fuck what Frank thought.

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