Page 17 of Cedar Edge
This time Logan releases me just enough that I think I’m free only for his devilish hands to drag me back into our original position, my ass now the body part shoved against his rock hard dick. His hand splays over my pelvis, his fingertips brushing the bare skin exposed from my shirt riding upward in all the movement. His fingers seem to dance across the skin, stroking back and forth. My heartbeat picks up and I can feel the heat and wetness radiating from between my legs. The movement keying up every nerve and turning me into a needy mess. Logan’s fingers breach the waistband of my shorts, my breath hitching in my chest as his fingers brush over my clit.
Despite my best efforts I can’t hold back the soft moan that spills from my lips. He does the motion again, the soft pads rubbing the bundle of nerves in circles forcing a louder sound from me as a sort of desperation fills my whole being. My hips seem to move with free will all their own, chasing the buildingpleasure, as though my body has been touch starved for far too long.
My nails dig into his arm as I arch my back, a needy moan slipping free and filling the quiet air of the room. His body goes rigid behind me, his hand stilling as the pleasure continues to ravage my body.
“No please.” I whimper out, the sound broken and needy. “Please don’t stop, you. . . I just feel good. Please keep making me feel good.” I don’t care if I’m begging, don’t care how it sounds, or that I was using his hand while he slept.
“Fuckkk.” He breathes onto my neck, his lips just barely brushing over my skin send goosebumps all over, and force yet another whimper to erupt from my chest. He resumes his exploration, now far more deliberate than before as he uses his leg to spread me further open, chuckling darkly. “So wet for me Tink. Fuckkkk. How long were you like this before I woke up? Just wet and messy while my fingers played with you.”
The words are lightning straight to my core. They fry my ability to respond, to think, to do anything but get lost in the pleasure. He lets his fingers trail over my opening, gathering the wetness but never penetrating me and brushing it over my clit. Stroking me over and over until I’m taut and shaking. The tiny squeaks and moans build once more until they are barely covering the sound of how wet I am as he finger fucks me.
“Such a good girl, taking everything you need from me. Look at how beautiful you are like this.” He says between peppering kisses against my neck. “Fuck I can’t wait to taste you, push my tongue into you and let you come apart.”
“Logannnn.” I cry his name in a long whine, the sensations overwhelming.
He chuckles darkly. “Cum on my fingers, pretty girl. Let me feel what I’ve always dreamed of.” I do as he commands, my body letting go and the release flowing through me violently.
“Fuckkk me you are perfect.” He growls. My body feels limp and sated as I lay there, allowing him to do as he pleases, his fingers playing with the mess I’ve left behind in a leisurely manner. Pushing his body up he drags his fingers away from my core, leaning over me as he makes a show of licking my cum off his fingers.
I bite my lip hard before releasing it and letting his name flow from my mouth like a breathy prayer. “Logan.”
“Tell me what you need, baby girl.” His voice is husky, dark, and sends shivers up and down my spine. “Use your words and I’ll give you anything you desire. The world is yours.” The words are on the tip of my tongue, I want to beg him to fuck me.
That is until we hear someone slam the front door.
Chapter Eight
Rosary Pea: “One of the worlds most dangerous plants. Ingestion of a single seed (weighing no more than 0.2 grams) can be fatal to a fully grown adult.”
-Fez Inkwright,Botanical Curses and Poisons: The Shadow Life of Plants-
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“Logan! What the fuck is going on?! Where the fuck are you?!” I slam my body through our front door, the frame rattling with the impact as it hits the wall behind. Logan hasn’t responded to a goddamn thing I’ve said via text. Or fucking answered his phone when I’ve called. Not since I told him I was stuck in town because of the god damn storm. .
Who the fuck had he found?
How had they gotten the drop on Logan?
On and on the questions have peppered my mind. Incessant chatter that just won't stop.
My phone pings again from my back pocket, no doubt Ace sending another message about the assshole currently worrying the shit out of us.
“Logan, come out right now! What the fuck are you doing?!” The anxiety starts to build even further the longer it takes for Lo to show up. Images of Logan on the floor of the bathroom with his head cracked open after slipping. Followed by Logan with a gun shot in his forehead from an enemy we didn’t see coming. Another of Logan, this one grisly, his body partially eaten by a wild animal in the woods. Intrusive thought after intrusive thought.
Just as I’m about to storm down the hallway towards our bedroom, Logan flings the door open, hair tousled, chest naked, and a raging fucking hard on he’s trying to cover with his sweats that are currently stuck on one leg. I watch as he closes the gap between us, finally dragging his pants over his lower half.
When he’s half way to me he opens his mouth, no doubt to spout some smart ass response to my busting in but my feet close the distance between us and my fist is around his throat before words can come out.
“You are in deep fucking shit.” I growl. “Do you have any idea how worried we were?! And you have the gall to come out of the room with your dick out and hard?” The words come out as a bark. My anxiety transforms to anger even as I breathe out a sigh of relief that he’s safe.
“I knew you’d want breakfast daddy.” He somehow manages with a pout on those full lips. Rational thought exits my mind as the adrenaline of the past few days starts to crash in and I’m left with a raw need to remind him who the fuck he is talking to. Because that’s the thing about Logan, left to his own free will he willalwaysbe a fucking brat testing the limits.
I snarl, shoving him to his knees as I rip my own belt from my pants. “Oh you think you deserve me on MY knees this morning? After this bullshit?! No. You are going to be choking on MY cock.”
My length springs free, rock hard and angry. He doesn’t wait for permission before his hot mouth is wrapping around the head eagerly, my hand rips his head back again tsking as he whines and pouts, his pupils blown wide with lust and need. The restraint I had been hoping to keep up snaps and I force his mouth back around me, I’m not slow, or gentle about it. No, this is a punishment for him and I want him to remember the feeling of me the rest of the day.
Logan worships me, taking each punishing thrust like he is dying for it. His tongue piercing sweeps over my cock expertly as I unleash myself on him. He moans out in wanton need as I hit the back of his throat over and over again. He’s a slut for this, and fuck me I am to.
