Page 41 of This Is War: All's Fair Duet
I watch in awe as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of my joggers and boxer briefs, then tugs them both over my hips at once, leaving me bare to her. The pants fall to my feet. And so does Rya.
The sight of her there, head even with my cock, has my breath stuttering and wrenching from my chest. And then she looks up at me as she peels her bra top from her body, freeing her pert breasts. My throat bobs at the sight of her on her knees for me. Fuuuck. I almost lose it as she slides her hands up my thighs before gripping the base of mytwitching, needy dick with one hand and gripping my leg with the other. She leans in, then drags her tongue up the underside of my erection. My lips part on an unsteady exhale. “Ohh, fuck yes,” I groan out, the words slipping from me.
With that encouragement, she licks a circle around the head of my cock right before taking me deep into her mouth. That sassy, sweet tongue of hers flicks and swirls, and dear sweet fucking baby Jesus, I think I might pass out.
I don’t realize it until it’s already done, but I grip her hair by that fucking bun at the back of her head. Her glittering green eyes are all hunger as she sucks me, and it has my jaw tightening. The need to be inside her is strong, and my dick dribbles pre-cum with every salacious pass in and out of her mouth.
“Ryyya.” Her name rips from my lips like an oath. “Fuck yes, baby.” My chest heaves as I gulp wildly for air. “You’re killing me.”
Through the sheen of tears in her eyes, I see something I’ve never allowed myself to acknowledge before. This girl loves me in a different way than I ever thought she would.
A chant ricochets through my skull.This is your friend. Yourbestfriend.With those thoughts, a violent shudder runs through me as desire jolts down my spine. She’s my friend. But more than that, she’smine.
24
RYA
Live in this moment,Rya.I can’t allow myself to think about everything that’s left unsaid between us or it’ll ruin this for me. My heart squeezes as I look up, bearing witness to what I’m doing to him.Me. And through teary eyes, I let the emotion of this moment roll through me in a wave of undiluted anticipation for what comes next.
A growl rolls loose from Logan’s throat, and he grips my jaw with one hand, easing his cock from my mouth. I’d been so into what I was doing, his swift movements catch me by surprise. His head is tilted back, and… I’d say he’s focused on the ceiling, but it’s also possible his eyes are closed. “Logan?” I bite my swollen lip. “Did I do something wrong?”Oh, god, please say no. I’ve wanted this for so long.My heart gives a violent, preemptive lurch ofdisappointment.
“Fuck no.No.” His voice is rough, like he has rocks in his throat that he’s pushing the words past. “Trust me when I say there’s not much you could have done wrong. My dick… your mouth.Fuck.I—” His head comes forward, hot blue-eyed gaze landing on me. “Rya, I didn’t want this to be over yet.” He works his jaw to the side, then stoops to hook his hands under my arms, lifting me to my feet. “You were so fucking close to making me come.” Shaking his head, his eyes dip downward, and suddenly, the reality that I’m standing before a very naked man with my breasts bared to him slams into me. And more to the point—that man is Logan.
I hardly have time to process it when he drags me close and bends to skim his lips over my chest. My heart rate accelerates at the feel of his lips and tongue dancing over my skin, and I let out a shaky breath as I thread my fingers through his hair. He teases me, my chest rising and falling with each breath. I keep having to remind myself that this is Logan. It almost doesn’t seem real; I’ve wanted him for so long.
His tongue languidly swipes a hot path that leaves me shuddering. “Goddamn, Rya,” he mumbles against me, “the scent of your skin is so fucking intoxicating.” A moment later, he closes his mouth over my nipple and draws it deep inside. The suction makes my toes curl, and I grip his hair tighter, my fingers clenching reflexively.His palm skims over the other breast before tweaking at the nipple protruding toward him like a silent offering.
Letting my nipple go with an obscene pop, he mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot likeThis is fucking insanity. If it is, I don’t care. We dive into another heady kiss that goes on and on, making my panties dampen with every passing second.
I don’t know exactly how it happens—whether I climbed or he lifted me, but I find myself suspended in his arms. This energy between us is all heat, and it swamps me, pulling me into the chaotic depths of pleasure. In a few hurried steps, he has me pinned against the edge of the raised bed. My parted legs naturally wound around his body the moment he’d picked me up, and I can’t help myself. His hard cock is lined up with my very excited lady parts, and as he sucks on my neck, I writhe in his arms. The speed with which my heart is pounding can’t possibly be a good thing.
Or maybe it’s the very best.
An unbidden moan tears from my throat as he thrusts against me, and all at once—even though I know it can’t possibly be true—every last nerve ending in my body feels like it’s centered in my clit. The friction we’re creating gives way to a craving that is almost more than I can handle.
“You are a wild, beautiful creature, Rya.” He breathes those words into my mouth, then nips at my lips.
I grind against his cock, a purposeful move. “And what are you going to do with me?”
He eyes me with such heat, my pussy throbs for him. Each of my breaths tumble raggedly between my lips while I wait for him to answer. After another moment, he leans close, his words whispering past my ear. “You wanna know what I’m going to do with you?” There’s a pause while my heart thumps hard in my chest. He lets a small huff of air out that’s part laugh and part growl. “I’m gonna lick you until you scream, then I’m gonna fuck you so good you see stars.”
Tension coils in my lower abdomen, and soon, he’ll know exactly what he’s doing to me because there will be no denying the soaked state of the dance shorts under my leggings. My nipples remain hard, needy points of desire on my chest. It’s simply another of many ways my body cries out for him.
Logan lays me crosswise on his bed so the lower half of my legs are dangling, a determined look in his eyes. With my gaze locked on him, I toe off my shoes, and he raises a brow, his hands poised to remove my leggings. My mouth goes dry, but I want this, want him to touch me. I lift my ass, encouraging him to keep going.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he grits out, his voiceraspy, as if he can tell what’s in my head. But that shouldn’t surprise me because this is Logan. He knows me like no one else does.
I shake my head, my eyes never leaving his. “Don’t you dare stop.” He catches his lip between his teeth and a moment later, drags my clothing from my body, leaving me completely naked. His fingertips skim over heated skin as they make a return trip up my legs, causing my breath to hitch and catch with every fiery inch he traverses.
My breath stutters, and I watch the hard swallow work down his corded throat as he fights to maintain control. His gaze skates over my body, drinking me in. I’m betting he’s thankful for Levi’s computer geek tendencies, because the screen from his open laptop is the only light source in the room, the only way we’re able to see each other at all. I’m enjoying watching the play of emotion on his face each time it shifts and changes his expression. I’d have regretted it every day of my life if I’d been unable to witness the raw hunger in his eyes as he studies every inch of my body.
I’m like a live wire whipping around. At first, I thought he’d be the one to tame me, but with every passing moment, it becomes obvious he’s the electricity, zapping under my skin and through my veins.
“You’re so beautiful. I want to see all of you.” Loganrests his hands on my thighs, then slowly begins to ease them apart.Oh, shit. Wow. This is really happening.I’ve given blow jobs and hand jobs to boyfriends. I’ve been fingered… but never brought to orgasm. The idea that everything that transpires from here on out with Logan is all new and uncharted territory—it’s overwhelming. But it’s also exactly what I want and need, especially because I know Logan can make me come. And more than that, I want him to.
Pulling myself out of my own head, I let him open my legs, but then bend them of my own accord and bring my feet to the edge of the mattress. His eyes fall to my pussy, and I try to imagine what he must see. My pussy. My arousal. And the tiny pucker of my asshole. His chest practically convulses as he stares, unblinking, and he lets out a choked groan. Placing his hands on my inner thighs, he pushes them open wider.
A wave of heat crashes over me. “Fuck.” At my squeaked curse, he lifts his gaze to mine, and his brow arches, in question. My hands clutch at the sheets and blankets beneath me, and I silently thank Levi for insisting they raise their beds for more storage space. Because holy fuck, all he has to do is bend at the waist and his face is right there. And then… he does just that, and I almost pass out. I wet my parched lips before demanding, “Touch me, Logan. I want to know what it’s like.” My eyes plead with him to keep going, to make me feel things no one else has.
