Page 48 of Yo Ho Ho
She was going to tell him that he didn't need to, that she had thought of that. Instead, he took it as a chance to surprise her. Before she realized what was going on, his zipper was down and he deftly pulled his pants and boxer briefs off, exposing his hard cock to her. Max sat up, wanting to reach for him and touch every part of his naked body. But he quickly grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"Max, this isn't fair," he teased. "You still have your pants on."
She held up her foot, which still had her ankle boot on it. "Will you help me?"
He gave her a devilish grin and slowly pulled off the ankle boot before motioning with his hand for the other one. She rewarded him by unzipping her jeans, arching her back on the bed, and pulling them off.
Logan's eyes went wild with desire, and Max was turned on even more by the idea that she could have that kind of effect on him. She watched as he moved over her again, the muscles in his arms flexing as he climbed his way up the bed again towards her. Then he reached under her, making her arch her back for him as he quickly unclasped her bra. She helped him with the straps, pulling them down her arm and throwing the black-laced garment across her bedroom. Logan put his mouth on her breast again as she dragged her fingers through his lush dark hair.
Now that they were doing this at her place, she had a little more time to be deliberate with his body, to notice the silkiness of his hair, the feel of his skin against hers, the firmness of his muscles against her body.
She felt his hand drifting lower until he deftly slipped it in her panties. His mouth released her breast, and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. His fingers dipped lower, touching her in a way that sent shock waves through her body.
"You're so wet," he murmured with awe.
"It's for you."
His lips were immediately on hers again, hot and determined and passionate. She couldn't help herself anymore. Whatever restraint she was holding on to was gone as her hands grasped his cheeks, his stubble feeling rough and inviting under her touch. Logan rose up, kneeling above her in all his naked glory, as he pulled open his wallet and pulled out a condom. Max watched with anticipation as he ripped open the wrapper and rolled it over his bobbing cock. He looked her in the eyes and gave her a lustful smile.
"Do you like what you see, Max?"
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
"Do you want that?"
She could only nod, her mouth going dry with anticipation.
Logan lowered himself on her again, the weight of his body firm but gentle as it skimmed her bare breasts. Then his hand reached down between them, putting himself right where she wanted him before he looked her in the eye and pushed himself deep in her. Her hands tightened against his biceps as a moan escaped her lips. She felt him exhale hard against her chest, his hand moving from between them to press against her mattress.
"You feel so fucking good, Max," he murmured against her skin.
He started to move, over and over as he began to pick up his pace. She could feel his hot breath against her skin, his flexing muscles brushing up against her belly every time he thrust into her. Every nerve in her body was on fire.
This was different than the times they had shared together in those hotels rooms. She felt wanted and cared for. They didn't need to be fast or feel uncomfortable. They both knew what was going to happen tonight once Max agreed to go for that drink with Logan. It was a wordless agreement, but one that Max knew existed, and one she wanted. The thought of Logan in her bed had been winding her up all day, winding her up as she sat across from him at the bar. And now the pleasure that had been teasing her for so long was finally coming to the surface.
She gently pushed his arm away from her side, lifting her leg above it and letting him grab her knee as he pulled himself up. He plunged into her again, making her gasp with her deep desire for him.
"Fuck," he groaned.
She reached down and grabbed his ass, the one she had admired for so long. "Go harder," she demanded.
Logan looked down at her, a taunting smile teasing his lips. Then he wordlessly did as he was told, pushing harder and harder, her breasts bouncing as his pace quickened, sending her closer to the edge. His face contorted in concentration, and he grunted as he forced his body to its limits, his movements erratic, his hand tensing against her leg.
It was all too much. He was too much, and Max couldn't stop herself anymore. She could feel the waves of pleasure break over her as her hands tensed against his body and she let out a final moan against his skin. He followed her a moment later, a growl from his mouth as he went over the edge. Then he let go of her leg, his body spent and tired. Max could feel his arms shaking as he tried to hold himself above her.
"It's OK," she whispered.
She gently pushed his head down and ran her fingers through his hair as he lowered himself on her. He was muscular, sure, but his warm, hard body felt so good against her skin, and Max couldn't help it as she ran her fingers gently run up and down his back, feeling his breathing become normal again.
"You're so good, Max," he whispered in her ear.
She smiled and turned to kiss his cheek. It felt so natural to be here with him, and she wondered if tis would've happened sooner if not for her job. If they had met under other circumstances, things could have been so different between them.
Logan pulled himself off of Max, kissed her on the forehead, and picked up his underwear from the floor. She watched as he walked his bare ass out of her bedroom, her head flopping down on her pillow in exhaustion once he was gone.
She had slept with Logan Moore, again, and it had far exceeded their other trysts.
Max finally dragged her worn-out body out of bed. She opened up her closet and started searching, finding her Detroit Pirates jersey on a hanger. She pulled it over her head, the athletic fabric silky against her skin, even with the large Pirates logo on the front. She didn't know why, but she always felt comfortable sleeping in hockey jerseys. Maybe it just reminded her of the comfort of falling asleep in the back of her mom's minivan on the way home from a game or spending time with her dad at the rink on Saturday mornings.
