He kissed a trail up my breasts, his back arched so that he could rub his cock along the line of my pussy. Canting one hip up in the air, he angled the tip down to my cunt and gave a shallow poke.
'This pussy, baby?'
'Yes, please…' Lifting my ass, I tried to push onto his cock. 'I need you to fuck it. Please…I'm going to come if you don't stop teasing me and I want you in me.'
Another poke, a little deeper than the first. 'Maybe we should wait-'
'No.' I drew my knees as close to my chest as I could manage, the insides of my lower legs running flat along the sides of his stomach and hips. 'Please fuck my pussy, Logan. It's all empty but it can't stop squeezing. Give it something to hold onto.'
'Are you wet enough?'
I was so ready he would soon have a waterbed if he didn't start fucking me. I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed the side of his mouth. 'My pussy's soaking, I want you so badly.'
He kissed along my throat, his breath heating the skin. The head of his cock circled my cunt before seating just the tip. Easing a hand between us, his fingers slid around the head to force my opening wider.
'Such a tight pussy, baby. So fucking swollen.' He dragged his fingertips along the knot of flesh blocking further entrance to my pussy.
I felt my clit slide up as my skin pulled tight in response and I gave another needy little moan. There was no way the swelling was going to go down, not while he was in the same room with me. I started to grind against his fingers and the fat head of his cock. Then my hips rocked with minute precision. Hard, rhythmic contractions squeezed the walls of my channel.
'Fuck, Logan, fuck. Don't make me come before you're even in me.'
A wicked laugh and then he pulled his hand away. He reached up under my back to grip my shoulders from behind. His ass lifted up and I reached between us to reposition his cock.
'Hold it straight, baby.'
I did and he started to make shallow dips against the entrance, all of his weight resting on his forearms and his toes as they dug into the mattress.
'Stretch those legs wide…wider, baby.'
I moved my other hand down, my forearms pressing my thighs apart as my fingers brushed up and down his shaft, keeping him centered as I urged him on.
He drove in, pushing half his length. 'You're going to take it all, just like your sweet ass took every last inch.'
He pulled back out and then he sank balls deep. Half his weight settled on me, lifted, slammed into me, his hard hips hitting my generously padded ones.
'God, yes. Harder, Logan. Fuck me harder.'
He lifted, descended, driving deep. He tilted his hips, angled his cock and dragged it roughly through me before thrusting back in. I moved with him, hips flexing, the muscles of my cunt rolling along his shaft, swallowing the thick tip and squeezing.
'Fuck, baby, yes. Make that lovely cunt suck my dick.'
Hard, quick thrusts filled my pussy, the head traveling only a few inches inside me before he threw his weight into another push. He buried his face against my neck, sucking at the flesh, bruising it like he was bruising my thighs and the more tender tissues inside me.
'You feel so good, Lily. So fucking perfect.'
I was coming and crying, tears wetting my cheeks, cum coating my thighs as his strokes grew longer and harder. I bucked against him, froze at the same time he did. Our bodies thawing in a flash to slam against one another in unison. Another freeze, another flash and then my pussy began to convulse. His cum gushed from him, the pulsing squirts of his climax following one after the other, my tissues so swollen and sensitive I could feel each ripple of liquid through his shaft.
He drew a hard breath in and then his hips slowly rocked side to side as he gazed into my eyes, waiting until he saw the last jolt of my orgasm run through me before he stopped thrusting.
Hovering over me in exhaustion, he pulled out and sat on the side of the bed for a second. Rolling toward him, I placed my palm against the small of his back and watched his expression from the corner of my eye.
He blinked a couple of times, his top and bottom lip rolling against one another. I had never seen him do that before. My brain ran through half a dozen possible emotions I could assign to that continued lip roll. None of them comforted me — remorse, guilt, a quiet revulsion…
'I'm going to check on Stevie.' Leaning to the side, he kissed my forehead — another bad signal of his thoughts.
I watched him grab his robe from the bathroom and wrap it around his gorgeous body. He glanced my way one last time before leaving the room, his gaze clouded and his mouth lifting in an attempted smile.
Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I watched time flicker past. After ten minutes had elapsed, I retrieved my phone and keys from his ACU pockets and started getting dressed. I was just sliding my sandals on when Logan opened the door, one arm wrapped around a fresh blanket.
His gaze dropped to my phone and keys then his brows drew together. 'Why are you dressed?'
I sucked a breath in. I had assumed he didn't want me to stay; now it looked like he did. His change of heart, if he had one, didn't matter. He had to think about whether he wanted me to stay and he had spent a dozen plus minutes doing so.
'I need to go home.'
He tossed the blanket on the bed. The fabric landed on top of my keys and phone. I retrieved them and turned to leave. His hand curled around my elbow. I glanced up to find him doing that lip roll thing again. I shrugged, trying to extract my arm from his hand. His grip tightened and he stepped closer.
'Your mom isn't expecting you for at least another hour.' His thumb rubbed at my arm but his face refused to relax. 'You could tell her you're staying or going to Emy's.'
I shook my head. Contrary to the huge mistake I'd just made, my parents trust me not to do anything stupid. I don't have to check in. I could stay the night if I wanted to, but I didn't. Morning would roll around and Logan would realize what he'd spent the night with. If I left now, I could pretend he found me desirable and always would.
I pushed his hand away from my arm and took a single sidestep toward the door when his voice stopped me.
'Why, Lily?' He turned, tracking me, and reached out to quietly shut the door. Placing one big palm against it, he blocked my exit. 'What did I do wrong?'
That he had to think about whether he wanted me to stay or go raged through my head.
'This was all a big mistake.' I winced at my use of big. The only big mistake in the room was me.
'Tell me what I did wrong-'
I shook my head, the motion so violent I got a little dizzy. My mouth moved, but nothing would come out. Inside my head, I yelled at myself not to cry or otherwise expose my emotions to him. He was a nice guy. He'd try to make me feel better and this would go on just long enough that I would never get over the night I had spent with him, even after he moved on.
I dragged a deep breath in, still uncertain I could speak without breaking down into tears. I was great at hiding my hurt from my bitchy older sister, but this was Logan. Looking up at him, I tried to superimpose Jody's face over his. 'Look, this was just some dumb carryover fantasy that I hadn't shed from being a kid.'
He moved closer, his heat and imposing body making it all but impossible to lie to him. His finger brushed along the underside of my chin until I gazed up at him. 'That wasn't what I saw in your eyes the last time you were coming.'
He'd probably seen complete and utter adoration, maybe even love because, yeah, I'd been stupid enough to fall in love with a man like Logan despite his perfect body and the stick of a wife he'd been married to for over a decade.
'It was a mistake,' I repeated. 'You're a great guy…an amazing dad, but-'
Logan's eyes went blank. He reached past me to open the door then stepped back. 'You can go now, Lillian. I'll get someone else to watch Stevie.'
My heart dropped in my chest. I didn't want to hurt Logan and I sure as hell didn't want Stevie to suffer.
