Page 15 of Unmistakably Us

Five

Tonight was a night of wows. Wows everywhere. It was the Oprah show of fucking wows.

Wow in the back of the club. She had never done anything like that before, had never even dreamed of it.

Wow to Logan’s…everything. Fuck me sideways, the man is built, and those piercings, capital Y-U-M-ilicious. Before tonight, January didn’t even know half of those existed.

Wow to how she acted. January was not a racy girl. She showed her tits and fake flirted, but she was as vanilla as they came where sex was concerned. Or at least, she had been. She should be embarrassed by how she had acted. Lord knows, her mother would have a fucking coronary if she knew. Ew, no. No Mom in my head right now.

And the biggest wow of all? This sweet side to Logan was completely unexpected. If someone had bet her, she would have taken them up on it and bet the farm, so to speak…and she would’ve lost it all.

She hadn’t bargained for this side of him, and it terrified her as much as it was exhilarating. Logan, testosterone wrapped in a leather jacket kept a ratty old elephant in an outdated hotel room. Yeah, she noticed it in the chair when he sat down earlier. He’d tried to hide it so she didn’t dare ask, but that Logan was scary.

The Logan she planned to fuck and enjoy in the Biblical sense was angry and edgy, dangerous in that sexy because you know it’ll piss your parents off, kind of way. Borderline douchebag level, who she wouldn’t think twice about walking away from after she was sated.

This Logan?This Logan was dangerous, and not in the exciting way; in the holy shit, I could lose my heart kind of way.

Not good January, not good.

January hardened her resolve, fortifying the protective barriers she’d erected around her heart years ago. She was waxing poetic in her head and comparing her situation to a castle with a curtain wall. Her heart was the castle, and she had to protect it from being breached.

Those thoughts fled as Logan continued to massage her scalp. It was relaxing and erotic at the same time. Her body started to rock against his without thought or instruction from her brain.

When she shifted her hips and rocked again, that piercing hit her clit just right, and she damn near saw stars. She did it again and again with the same result. Logan begin to rock with her, and the combination was explosive.

“You like that, do you?” he asked with a smirk. January didn’t answer. She didn’t even really give a flying fuck what he had said. She was almost ready to rocket to the stars. He could recite the Pledge of Allegiance or read the ingredients on that travel-sized shampoo, for all she cared.

“Wait until it’s inside. You’ll like it even better,” he growled in her ear. Before she had a chance to process the words, he was…and hot damn, did she like it better.

“Fuck, Logan,” was all she was able to push past her lips before she was hurtling over the edge to an amazing orgasm. His piercing deserved a blue ribbon.

January’s knees gave out while she was rocking out the aftershocks, but Logan was attentive and continued the rhythm she couldn’t.

A series of stuttered “uh” sounds were all that escaped her as she tried to shout or moan or…something. That piercing was dragging along her g-spot, back and forth at the perfect pace to draw her pleasure out. Before that moment, January was unaware it was possible for an orgasm and aftershocks to last more than a second or two. Even when she pulled out her favorite wand, she never managed to draw them out, and of course, no man ever tried.

Just when she thought it was coming to an end and she took a deep breath for the first time since it started, Logan’s grip on her hips became punishing, and he slammed her body to his. Instead of retreating, he ground her down against him. One knee raised while the other lowered, pushing her slightly off-center toward the cracked pink tile.

That change of angle was pure ecstasy. Logan was relentless and moved her body just enough to circle that spot inside that felt like Heaven. No more retreat, just a pleasure swirl that blinded her with bliss.

Now, she was incapable of even the series of incoherent “ohs.” There wasn’t enough oxygen entering her lungs to make a sound other than pants.

She never fully recovered from her last orgasm to say this was a new one building, but it was certainly rebuilding or something.

The only thing grounding her was Logan’s teeth tugging her ear and the filthy words he was firing out around them. This man was dirty as fuck, and she loved it.

Suddenly, his teeth were gone, but his dirty words still filled the air, and his piercing was still circling inside her. One hand left her hip and not so gently gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him and demanding her undivided attention. His other hand still led the dance.

“Fuck, you’re the picture of perfection when you’re riding my cock.” January managed to focus on his face. His eyes were blazing and intense. The dim yellow light above the sink didn’t reach the pink depth of the shower/tub combo. The trick of light cast a strange shadow over Logan’s face. The amber brown of his already intense eyes appeared as a glossy patent leather black, and it felt like he was staring deep into her soul.

“I can feel it, you know. The ripple of your pussy stroking my cock is begging for me to bathe it in my scent.” Not missing a beat with his hand at her hip, he kept up the punishing pace, but he dragged her face within an inch of his.

His eyes were rapidly darting between hers. January didn’t dare look away. It was a silent command she obeyed.

“It feels better than even that pretty throat doing it. Up and down without ending after a few seconds, fuck, do you know how amazing that is? Riding that edge for this long.” January felt her body clench at his words. Apparently, dirty talk is my thing. Who knew?

His body halted, and she whimpered. “Oh no, you aren’t going yet. We are going to dance on this razor for a bit longer. If you feel like falling over the edge, you stop yourself, or I’ll do it for you, understand?” January nodded as best she could with him gripping her chin and not yielding. “If I must stop you, there will be consequences.”

Logan started the swirling pace again, but now he added a small thrust. She felt her body engage that edge again, and she sighed in relief. Not because she feared the punishment he promised or the pleasure, but because she didn’t want to disappoint him. She wanted to please him, and that disturbed her to no end. She wasn—

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