Page 14 of Seduced at Stevens Street
“Oh, little girl,” he said in a sexy whisper. “You were born to suck cock. Any guy that had you to do that to him night after night, is a fucking fool to have let you go.”
He twisted me around to the bed and trapped me beneath him in a position I had never been in before, the small of my back on the edge of the bed, one foot on the floor, one leg straight up and over his shoulder, his hands holding mine over my head. I wasn’t lying back on the mattress, but my back was arched. He pushed into me slowly as he kissed me equally as slowly. He slid all the way in, every thick inch of him pressing in. He was much larger than Gary.
“Oh, fuck, you feel perfect, tight, hot, so wet. Damn you feel as tight as a virgin,” he breathed into my mouth in a quiet, strangled tone.
I wasn’t sure I was breathing. It felt phenomenal, erotic, claustrophobic from how he held me, and mind-blowing. The angle he was at rubbed his cock over my clit as he thrust in and out, which he continued to do agonizingly slow. I’d never panted or moaned so much while engaged in intercourse. I was on the edge of another orgasm, but he would have to go faster for me to achieve it.
“Yes, faster,” I heard my strangled voice say. He moaned louder and went deeper, but not faster. “Please, faster, I’m so close.”
“How bad do you want it?” His voice asked, his lips to my ear. His moans were nearly constant. I would bet he was close too.
“Fuck me, faster. I’m yours tonight. This body belongs to Logan tonight, and I’m begging you, faster, please, faster.” My entire body was quaking, so close.
He shifted to high gear, and within seconds I saw white flashes of light behind my closed eyelids as another powerful orgasm overtook me. I heard his guttural sounds, groaning with screams. He had to be on the edge of an orgasm so hard he’d see stars. But somehow, he kept going, longer than I would have thought anyone could. His fingers penetrated me from behind, and another orgasm hit me like a freight train out of nowhere. I felt him bury himself so deep inside me it hurt, his cock feeling like it doubled in size, and it pulsated. And it was one of the most erotic things I ever felt.
He lowered me onto the bed and released my leg from over his shoulder. He slid down and ran his tongue inside me and up tomy clit. The sensation was overwhelming. I cried out, and my whole body trembled.
“Stop, no more, it feels too good,” I whimpered. He pinned me down with his strong arms and kept going until I came again, a release tearing out of me, from a place I didn’t know existed.
“That was five. I still owe you another.”
He goaded me onto my hands and knees at the edge of the bed. His still rock-hard cock pressed into me from behind as he stood, his thighs up against the mattress.
“Lift your ass higher,” he commanded.
I did, and the angle it created, the head of his cock hit me right at the G-spot with each thrust. He reached around me and his fingers milked my clit at the same time, and then I felt fingers enter me from behind again. No one had ever touched my ass before. It felt unbelievably good. I cried out.
He chuckled. “An ass virgin, we’ll see what we can do about that.”
“No,” I complained. I was so not doing that.
“No isn’t an option; do you need to use your safe word?”
“No, I don’t.” I screamed. Hell, this whole night had been out of character, and he did know his way around a woman’s body.
It only took a few seconds before I was screaming, the triple assault too much to take.
“Wait as long as you can,” his strangled voice spoke.
I held it back, the tide of what I knew would be the mother of all orgasms cresting. It hit me with sensations so intense I think I blacked out. In the haze, I heard his grunts, noises that sounded like someone was beating the hell out of him. I was aware of how hard and fast he was plunging in and out of me. When he came, he was so far inside me I felt the pulsating of his cock in my chest.
He pulled out, rolled me over, and then kissed me slowly and deeply while holding me so close to himself. No one had ever kissed me like that. In six years, Gary had not even come close. His head nestled into my neck, and he just held me for a really long time. I was starting to drift off when he got up and went into the bathroom.
Logan
Well, fuck if that wasn’t the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. The sensation of her milking my cock, her insides gripping me so hard, so tight, the wetness and the heat! She felt inhuman. And fuck was she flexible. That first position, no chick had stayed in it long enough for either of us to come. She was so damn flexible. The way she lifted her ass up and kept it there showed great legand ab strength. She wasn’t ripped with muscles, but damn was she strong.
When I reentered the bedroom, she lay there so picture-perfect. Her flaming hair was fanned out over her pillow. Her blush skin against the white sheets in the low lighting looked perfect, flushed from erotic activity.
This would normally be when I’d take my leave. Good night, thanks for the fuck. But I slid back in bed beside her and took her into my arms. I set the alarm on my watch. “I have to leave early. I’ll try not to wake you,” I whispered.
“Okay,” she said half asleep, and she nestled in closer to me.
I drifted off holding her, breaking one of my cardinal rules.
I broke another of my rules when I jotted my name and cell number down on a pad of paper on her kitchen table on my way out. I justified it to myself that I wasn’t offering a relationship, just another fuck. I’d revisited women who had been good. This wasn’t that far out of the norm, I told myself. Who was I kidding? I’d never left my number. Any revisit had happened by sight in a bar, with no other prospect readily available.
I got back to my place and took a quick shower before the sun was up. I had two boot camp classes to teach before Andy’s little yoga instructor meet and greet. I still didn’t give a rat’s ass about who he hired. I just wanted to get the class schedules from Andy so I could piece together how the hell I was going to run boot camps with very little space. Having access to the MMA trainingspace in the basement could solve most of my problems for at least half of my classes when Mason and Blake weren’t using it. Good thing they agreed to be added to the personal trainers’ schedule; they both would be a great addition to that program.
