Page 82 of Necessary Roughness
Like a fire had suddenly been lit inside him, Logan backed me up to the couch and kissed me more fiercely than before, biting down on my lip hard enough to make me hiss. But the flash of pain, and the metallic taste of blood that hit my tongue, made my entire body come alive in the blink of an eye.
“I bet my breath smells like the chicken sandwich I just ate,” I said, feeling a flicker of self-consciousness.
“Ilovechicken sandwiches,” he replied smoothly.
“Gross.”
“Don’t worry,” he said with a promise in his eyes. “I don’t plan on kissing you. At least, not on the mouth.”
Logan spun me around, bending me over the armrest of the couch. He had my jeans off before I knew what was happening, teeth dragging along my skin and clamping down on the elastic of my panties, pulling them down to my ankles with nothing but his mouth.
I tried to think of a way to tease him for that, but then he was grabbing my ass with both hands and burying his face into my wet sex from behind. I moaned as he ate me out, sliding his tongue up and down my wet entrance, circling my clit twice before starting the whole motion over again.
“Don’t move,” he breathed into my pussy. “I have to go grab a condom from my room, but I want to fuck you right here.”
“Wait!” I said, reaching back to grab a handful of his shirt. “I’m on birth control. I want you to come inside me. I’m clean. As long as you are…”
“Had my physical last month,” he said. The heat in his eyes was so much sexier than before. “Are you sure?”
“More than anything.”
He hesitated only a moment, then put a hand on my lower back to hold me down while he tore at his clothes. His hand rubbed up and down my slit, using his fingers to coat his cock. I held my breath as he guided himself into me from behind, all the while maintaining the palm on my back, letting me know that I washispossession and that he could do whatever he wanted with me.
Then he drove into me and proved it.
I’ll be honest: I couldn’t tell the difference between a guy wearing a condom and not wearing one. It all felt the same to me. But I knew it was more pleasurable for Logan, so much more intense for the man who was gripping me as tightly as he held onto a football, and that turned me on in a million indirect ways.
The cry of bliss that came from his lips was almost enough to make me come all by itself.
“How’s it feel?” I asked over my shoulder.
He bit his lip while gazing at me, then moved his palm up my back until it rested between my shoulder blades. “I don’tremember asking you to talk,” he growled, pushing me lower on the couch.
Then his free hand struck out, slapping against my right ass cheek.
The quick flash of pain, and the heat of my blood rushing to my skin, was exactly the kind of roughness I had been hoping he would deliver. I arched my back against his hand and let out a long moan.
“Oh yeah, you like that,” he said, smacking the other cheek a little bit harder. “You have such a perfect ass for smacking. Round and perfect. I can see my hand print.”
I moaned louder as he began fucking me in earnest.
I let go of all my inhibitions, crying out in pleasure and tossing my head as he pounded me from behind. I shoved my hips back, pretending like I wanted any amount of control, but I was only baiting him to show me how strong he was. And Logan delivered, holding me down with the easy power of an athlete who was twice my weight and probably ten times as strong.
“You like it hard, don’t you,” he growled.
I bit my lip and groaned a syllable that I hoped sounded like agreement.
His hand moved up my back, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking my head back gently. “God, I love how you take it. How you take my cock.”
His other palm struck out again, the smack of skin on skin filling my ears.
Neither of us lasted long, not the way we were fucking. My orgasm swirled up from my core into my chest, then back down again, without me even having a chance to rub my clit. I clamped down on his cock with my inner walls and let a wailescape my throat, noises more animal than human. And then Logan was adding his own ragged voice to my cries, a duet of carnal pleasure as he erupted inside me. He continued slamming into me even as his cock pulsed, emptying every bit of seed he had into my pussy, and the knowledge that there was nothing separating us gave me another little orgasm aftershock along with his.
He fell forward after, resting his face against my shoulder. I savored the weight of him, how sturdy andrealhe felt, as if everything in this stupid world was fake except for our two bodies.
“Better?” I asked when I was able to form words again. “Without a condom?”
His entire chest shook with laughter, vibrating through my back. “Jesus. You havenoidea, Sloane. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
