Page 81 of Overtime Goal
“You’d better.” My voice cracked. “I need you, Blue Eyes.”
It was all a blur of cascading feelings and sensations. Logan slid down between my legs, tucking a pillow under my hips like I was breakable. I didn’t miss the flick of his eyes checking on me.Are you good?
Better than good, my eyes signaled back.
He slicked a finger and pressed it against my hole. I forced myself to breathe and unclench because I knew I liked this. Slowly, he pushed inside, working me open. A moan came from deep inside me, half pleasure and half confusion at the storm building in my chest. He mumbled soft words I didn’t understand, but whatever he said made me feel wanted and safe.
My body jerked when he added a second finger.
“Easy, babe. Breathe.”
Logan’s hands were big, and his fingers were long and thick. I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth while he moved them inside me, then cried out when he added a third.
“It’s okay, babe.”
Honestly, I wasn’t sure how okay it felt, but when I looked into his eyes, I nodded. I trusted Logan because he loved me.
His fingers stretched that most private part of me, burning enough to make me wonder if I could do this. I was about to ask for a breather when he changed his angle.
“Fuck!” I shouted. My hips arched up like they were trying to fly. “My prostate.”
He chuckled. “You liked it before. Still okay?”
“Okay? I nearly saw God.”
He crooked his fingers, brushing the same spot and making me lose it again. In an instant, I became a moaning, gasping mess, moving my hips in helpless little circles, living for the second when he’d do it again. My cock throbbed against my stomach as the sting of the stretch faded into something hot and electric.
“You’re doing so well,” he said, kissing my hip. “Fucking perfect.”
I was shaking all over. “Stop teasing me and fuck me already.”
He snickered. “Look who’s gotten bossy. I love it.”
“Please,” I begged.
His eyes went fiery. I was open and ready, and we both knew there was no going back. When he eased his fingers out of me and sat back on his heels, my breath caught in my throat.
Holy shit.
His cock was so hard it looked like it might burst, flushed dark and thick as hell, with a complicated network of bulging veins under the skin. Panic shot through me. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
Then I noticed his eyes, and my fear melted away. He looked at me like I was something sacred. The fire inside me burned hotter, and to hell with being nervous. I’d take whatever discomfort came with fucking because I loved Logan even more than I’d already thought.
His hands shook a little as he rolled on the condom and slicked himself. He swirled it around the head and down the shaft until everything was wet and glistening. For a moment, I heard only our hard breaths and the quiet squelch of lube.
He swiped more across my hole, tossed the bottle aside, and leaned over me, bracing himself on one elbow. His other hand cupped my cheek as our lips met, and I nearly fucking camefrom the kiss alone. It wasn’t just hot; it was everything I needed except him inside me. My heart thundered as I clawed at his shoulders, wanting him so badly I could taste it.
“Logan, please. I need it.”
His face relaxed, and he gave me a small, crooked smile. “Need what, babe?”
“You.” I groaned. “I need you doing it to me. Please. I can’t wait.”
“Just to be sure, you want me to fuck your tight little ass, right?”
“Yes.Please.”
“Well, since you’re begging and all…” He settled between my legs again and tapped my calves. “On my shoulders.”
