Page 43 of This Is War: All's Fair Duet
“Were you all the way in?” I choke out, experiencing only the slightest amount of discomfort as his cock exits.
Logan’s lips twitch. “Not by a long shot.” He slicks his tongue over my lip. “Stay with me,” he breathes out. His fingers brush over my pussy, then, as he thrusts forward again, he brings his arousal-coated fingers to my clit, circling.
I throw my head back, lips parted, as a state of euphoria washes over me. It feels good. So good, that as Logan edges deeper and deeper inside me, I hardly notice the slight tenderness. But boy do I noticehim. His dick is doing things to me I had no idea were possible. And the way he’s playing with my clit has me awash in blissful sensation. I hold on tightly, wrapped around his body, and ride it from below as best I can. There’s no stopping themoans that trip off my tongue, and the way my body seeks more of his has me flushed and anxious that I’m being weird. Or doing it wrong.
“Rya,” he groans against my neck as his thrusts pick up speed. “You feel so good. You’re squeezing my dick so tight. Fuuuck.” He punctuates his words by kissing the shit out of me again, all while our bodies move in unison. He’s making me feel good, too. The sounds we’re making—oh god. His grunts. My moans. The creak of his bed. The sex noises.
His lips leave mine to trail down my neck, nipping and licking along my skin and sending me out of my mind. Pushing upward, he edges back so he can drag his teeth over my nipple. I gasp at the scrape, but my muscles also clench around his cock at the same time, which has a fire lighting in his blue eyes like nothing I’ve ever seen before. He sucks on the one, and I can’t help myself, I tug on the other.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His lips curve into a smile as he kneels between my legs in a more upright position. He stares down at the slick slide of his cock into my pussy, gripping the juncture of my thighs. My chest is rising and falling so fast, I can hardly catch my breath, and the coiled tension in my lower abdomen is beginning to unravel quickly, a tingling warmth blooming within me. My breath heaves out as my eyes widen.
The stuttered exhalations get Logan’s attention. Oh fuck. I can’t. Can he see my face? Because I’m certain an orgasm is imminent… and if it’s like it was the other morning, it will crest and break, taking me under like a wicked riptide. I’ll die right here without any desire to escape it.
Proving he knows me better than anyone, he whispers, “Let go, Rya. There’s no one here but you and me. And I think you’re beautiful.” He eases back, then slides into me over and over again, pressing the pad of his thumb to my clit, holding it there. My entire body trembles; everything we’re doing feels almost too good. It’s certainly better than I ever imagined. With Logan, I feel safe and cherished, but this is all so incredibly surreal, having sex with my best friend.
It’s not more than ten seconds later my vision darkens as lights flicker and a shimmer of pleasure rocks me, starting at my core and moving outward. I meet Logan’s piercing blue eyes as he watches me with interest, the muscle at the back of his tense jaw twitching. A look of sinful, sensual pleasure slides over his face while he watches me tip over the edge.
I’m drowning in a sea of erotic waves. “I-I’m coming. I’m coming,” I gasp out, the words falling from my lips, but I hardly recognize my own voice.
Logan drives his cock into me, a look of rapture on hisface as he snaps his hips, burying himself inside me as far as he can go. “Rya!” His body curls over mine, holding me with his face tucked against my neck. A warm sensation floods my pussy. I didn’t know how I’d feel about this part until now, but it’s nothing short of sexy. It makes me believe I’m so wanted. Desired. Cherished. This was everything my first time was supposed to be.
On the wayback from the bathroom, my phone begins to ping with one rapid-fire text notification after another. Wondering who it could be at this hour, I pause in the hallway outside Logan’s room to pull it out of my hoodie.
Hey, roomie.
I assume you’re still with Logan.
They finally let me back into our room.
I know this shook you up.
I’m wigging out, too, but we’ll be okay.
I made your bed with a set of fresh sheets.
Whoever the dickweasel was…
He didn’t destroy everything.
I guess you really are busy.
*wink*
Hope all is well.
I glance down the hall toward our room where Hazel must be trying to sleep—and obviously not succeeding—and an involuntary shudder runs through me. Rubbing my fingers over my weary face, I contemplate my options. Do I want to sleep in our room tonight? Could I, even? I release a controlled exhale. Once we were both capable of speech again, Logan had reminded me that he’s traveling tomorrow. The baseball team has their opener at some school like three freaking hours away.
Logan would never tell me that I couldn’t stay with him, but maybe it’s for the best with him needing to get up at the ass crack of dawn. I let myself into his room, crossing quickly to the bed. “Hey,” I say softly. “I’m back.” He doesn’t respond, and as I’m about to toe off my shoes, a familiar, gentle snore blows past his lips. He’s already asleep.
I guess that makes my decision easier… because I’m wide awake, my mind still processing the fact I’m no longer a virgin. My head keeps questioning whether or not it really happened, but the dull ache between my thighs is confirmation. I don’t know where we go from here.
In my hand, my phone sounds again with several more messages, and I quickly silence it. My eyes dart to Logan’s sleeping form. Nope. He’s out. Glancing down, I expect to see they’re from Hazel, so when Jaxon’s name pops up on the screen it takes me by surprise.
Hey. Heard there was some trouble.
Sorry I wasn’t there.
I looked for you, but Hazel said you were with your buddy.
