The Hangover

by Lively, R. S.

  Until he pulls away.

  "Logan!" I cry. This is all becoming too much.

  "Shhh, it's okay. I'll take care of you, Cherry,” he says before latching his lips on my bundle of nerves.

  "Oh, yes!" I moan, arching my back as he feasts on me. His fingers move in a languid rhythm, not going too far, but enough to stretch and prepare me for… Whatever he has planned. I want it. I want his cock, but I don't know how to tell him.

  "More," I whisper. The word is almost inaudible because of how needy it sounds. The hell if I care.

  He quickens his pace, like he’s turning the final corner of a marathon and wants the win, wants the victory. Oh, he has it. He has it!

  "Logan!" I shout, my body shattering, falling apart in his skillful hands. The fever takes my body again, shooting fire through all my veins. I’m in heat, and I’m pining for more. I need to be filled by him.

  I watch in fascination as he drinks down my juices. He licks and sucks the folds into his mouth again, cleaning them off from my orgasm. His brown eyes shimmer in the low light, reminding me of cinnamon as I lock eyes with him. He is the most handsome man I have ever seen.

  He finally pulls back, and his lips shine like lip gloss—my brand. He crawls up my body until his heavy and loaded cock taps my lips. He licks his mouth, savoring my juices like a gourmet meal. When I glance up at him, he is grinning with anticipation. He reaches down and lifts me again with his arms, using the silk sheets to transport me from beneath him to the front of the bed. He throws me against the pillows, huffing and breathing heavily.

  His shoulders are wide, and his chest is broad. His muscles twitch as he stares at me with a sexual intensity I've never seen. His cock is long and hard, curling over his navel. The tip is red and angry, promising a sweet, seductive punishment. His heavy sack is low, hanging between his legs. His trimmed patch of dirty blonde hair is trimmed but covering his entire area.

  He looks primal, ready and waiting to fuck. "Tell me what you want," he growls.

  I nod, using my eyes to slide to his cock and back up to his eyes.

  "Words. Use your words, Cherry. What. Do. You. Want?" he asks again, lustfully glaring at me.

  "I want you. I want more."

  "What else is there?"

  "Your—" I swallow, never taking my eyes off the curve of his ridge that wrapped around the crown his steal strength. "Cock. I want your cock."

  His chest rises and falls, and I watch as he wraps his fingers around his cock, squeezing the shaft. His jaw drops, and his eyes close, but mine open wider when a spurt of pre-come leaves his cock, coating his head. His body shakes and trembles and his other hand is gripping the sheets so hard that his knuckles are white. He inhales sharp breaths like he is trying to gain control of himself.

  "Logan?" I ask, sitting up, wondering if he is okay.

  He holds up his hand, taking one more breath before he opens his eyes and what I see makes my breath hitch and my heart race. His eyes are so dilated, I can't see his irises. It's all black like he’s possessed by lust: nothing evil, just pure sex.

  "I didn't know to hear you say that would—fuck!" he shakes his head, trying to clear the haze that has entrapped him.

  Once he catches his breath, his right hand opens the drawer to the nightstand, yanking out a condom. "You aren't protected, are you?"

  I shake my head. Since I never thought I'd have sex any time soon, I didn't bother getting on birth control.

  "We need to fix that, Cherry. I want to feel you bare."

  He rips the condom open with his teeth. The foil of the gold wrapper reflects off the light, and he spits the small piece of material out of his mouth and yanks the rubber out. He never takes his eyes off me as he puts it on the tip of his cock. "Roll it down my cock."

  My hand shakes as I reach for him. My fingers find the thick ridge of the condom and slide it down his girth. The material is thinner than I thought it would be. It's tight over him, like he is about to burst from it. The vein running up his cock pulses when the material hugs it. I finally reach the bass, and I slide my fingers over the sheath. It's slick, and at the top, there is extra material, like a balloon. When I see that it hovers over his slit, I know that it holds his come. I shiver, knowing that the next time he comes, it's because he will be inside me. I will have caused his ecstasy. The thought strokes my ego.

  “You’re sure you want this?” He settles between the apex of my thighs, holding his cock to my entrance.

  “Yes, Logan. I want you.”

  He moves the head in circles, getting the condom nice and wet from my juices and when he pushes in just enough to take his hand off his girth, he hooks both hands around my shoulders, locking eyes with me as he sinks deeper and deeper. Until my barrier stops him.

  His thumb rubs over my cheek. I gasp, wincing when the pressure starts to build. I dig my fingers in his back, preparing myself for the pain that’s promised. He pops his hips, the barrier breaks free, and I scream, huffing and squirming under him. A tear leaves my left eye from the sting, but he swipes it away, kissing the wet trail it left behind.

  He doesn’t move yet. He still isn’t sheathed all the way inside me. He waits for my pain to ease and the moment breaks another piece of my heart off for him. He croons sweet nothings into my ear, rubbing the sides of my head with his hands. He kisses my cheeks, my forehead, and my lips.

  “Thank you for giving this to me,” he whispers, before driving in to the hilt.

  I squeal and grunt, making noises I’ve never made before. I feel so full. He lays his forehead against my chest and remains perfectly still. By the speed of the puffs against my skin, he is hanging on the edge.

  After a few minutes, I relax. The pain eases. He must feel the moment my body lets go of the pain, because he snaps his head up, throwing his mouth on me in a frantic frenzy. Logan pulls out and then thrust his hips, driving his cock to the deepest untouched parts of me.

  I inhale a surprised breath when he picks up a rhythm. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Every thrust of his hips sends fire shooting through my whole body.

  “Logan,” I gasp. My eyes are wide and roll back into my head, and the only noises that can be heard are the sound of our skin slapping and moans mingling.

  “Feel good, Cherry?” he asks, searing my eyes with his, branding my heart and body with his body.

  I nod, unable to speak. The fever takes control of my body again. I toss my head back, straining my neck as he pounds harder and faster. His pelvis rubs against my clit, and with every push of his cock, I whimper, scratching red trails down his chest.

  “Don’t stop,” I beg. “It feels so good.”

  He growls as he bites my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. Sweat drips down his temples, over the apples of his cheeks, until they reach his jaw. I watch as they drop onto my skin, mingling with my own sweat. He lights every part of me on fire, hammering his long flesh in and out of me.

  “You’re so tight, Cherry. Your pussy feels so fucking good. I never want to leave,” he admits. Whether it’s in honesty or rambling from the sexual fog that has controlled our minds, I don’t know. But the words only make me wetter.

  “Oh, fuck. You’re so wet. You’re so wet, Cherry. Do you feel me? Do you feel what you do to me? You get me so hard.”

  He claims my lips in a hard, possessive kiss, and we exchange moans as he drills me harder. Logan rumbles before flipping me over onto my stomach, grabbing my hips tightly before shoving himself back inside my needy pussy. He hits the spot inside me that makes me see stars. I gasp in a rush of overwhelming pleasure.

  “There it is.” His fingers dig into my flesh, gripping so tight I know there will be bruises tomorrow.

  He uses my ass as leverage to slam my pussy onto his entire length. His sack slaps my clit, and the double sensations have my body bursting into flames. My cheeks heat and I roll my head on the cool silk sheets, needing relief. Sweat drips off my body and my honey drips down my thighs; the harder he fuc
ks me, the wetter I become. I meet his thrusts, slamming back on his thick manhood. My arms are spread, tightening the sheets in my hands as he rams the spot inside me that I’ve only ever read about.

  “Logan!”

  “That’s it. Say my name. Scream it.”

  He flattens my legs, pushes them together to create a tighter entrance for himself, and presses my shoulders, holding me down as he claims me. He is deep this way—he strokes every nerve, every inch of my essences. The world tilts, the lights become brighter, the fever takes over, my body convulses.

  “Logan! Logan! Oh, God!” I scream at the top of my lungs until my voice breaks. My walls massage his cock as I come. My lower body constricts, and it makes his thrust a little harder, trying to get past the tight vice my body has created.

  “Say it again.” He thrusts even deeper into me, rocketing vibrations to my clit, prolonging my orgasm.

  “Logan!”

  “Again!” he thrusts again.

  “Logan!” I cry. An actual tear escapes my eye when it becomes too much.

  He bends his body, laying flat on top of me. The heat from his cock sears my inner walls, and I come again, shouting his name.

  “Fuck. Oh, fuck! Cherry!”

  Logan’s movements become sporadic as he chases his orgasm. His moan sends shivers down my body, and he bites into my neck, growling into the skin as he unloads his seed in the condom. He animalistic noises turn to low moans as he rocks, getting every last drop of come from his sack. His tongue soothes the bite mark he placed on my neck, and his wet lips give it a soft kiss.

  We lay there in a sweat-piled heap, catching our breath and enjoying the few minutes of post-orgasmic bliss.

  We pant and shake, and he starts to pull out. The move makes me wince. Now, I feel every ounce of what we just did. I am sore, swollen, and exhausted, but damn, it was worth it.

  “That’s what I’ve been missing out on? Why have I waited so long?”

  I yelp when he flips me over, pinning my arms above my head and hovering his lips above mine. “I’m glad you did. I’m glad I could show you what it’s like.” Logan grins, throwing his lips on mine in a passionate kiss. I feel the fury he felt as he sent the pent-up emotion through my lips.

  “Thank you,” I whisper, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth again. If we keep going, I’ll want him to fuck me again.

  He leans back onto his feet, wiping his mouth with his forearm as he glances down between our legs. He smirks when he takes the condom off. There are small amounts of blood and come dripping off of it.

  “Look at that. My Cherry came a lot.” He gives me a quick peck, something that feels like it’s been done a hundred times. Like a habit. Logan rolls out of bed, tossing the used condom in the trashcan. “Don’t move. I’m going to get a washcloth.”

  “You don’t have to do that. I can do it myself.”

  “Nonsense. I want to take care of you.” He vanishes off into the bathroom, and the low hum of the water fills the silence. When he walks back, his flaccid cock is still impressive, swinging from right to left. He kneels on the bed, wiping the blood and honey from between my thighs. I turn away, blushing from embarrassment with what he is doing.

  “Hey. Don’t do that. I want to do this. Do you know how good it makes me feel? We just experienced something extraordinary. That isn’t an embarrassment. It’s beautiful.”

  “You have your way with words.”

  “Only with you, Cherry. You make me— feel.” He says the word like it’s foreign. Like he has never said it before. It rolls off his tongue with unfamiliarity and uncertainty.

  I take my fingers, lightly scraping my nails down his chest. “And you don’t like that, I take it?”

  He continues to clean off my thighs, thinking about what I just said. “I didn’t use to. But maybe I do now. Maybe you're thawing me out, unfreezing this cold heart of mine.”

  “I would never think you are a cold man, Logan Stone. Guarded, but not cold.”

  “I felt cold before you,” he whispers, never taking his eyes off what he is doing. I don’t think he realizes he said that out loud because he never looks up.

  I lay my hand over his heart, feeling the soothing beat against my palm. “Thank you.”

  He tosses the cloth into the bathroom, pinching his brows together as he stares at me with so many questions in his eyes. “For what?”

  “Making my first time memorable. Special. You didn’t have to do that. It’s just virginity. It wasn’t anything.” I wave off like it wasn’t a big deal. I knew it was, but I didn’t want him to think I thought that.

  He lays his forehead against mine, softly running his fingers down my jaw, and rolling his head back and forth. “Oh, Whitley. It was everything.”

  And this is the moment that Logan Stone steals my entire heart. I don’t have any more pieces to give.

  Logan

  Her lips are around my cock, sucking the soul from my body as she tries to get the come out of me. Every nerve is on fire from her touch. I moan, fisting my hands in her hair as her head bobs, deep-throating my large shaft. I groan, my toes curling, and my balls pull tight as I shoot down her throat.

  Mmmm, what a good dream.

  My eyes flutter open when I realize the wet heat, I’d felt in my dream is real. I feel warmth and wetness wrapped around my cock. I rub my eyes and grin when I look down to see Whitley between my legs, licking the come clean from my shaft.

  I gasp when it becomes too sensitive. My balls hurt from coming so much in the past twelve hours. She pulls away, sweeping the pearl with her lips and sucking it into her mouth. Her hair is a mess, but her eyes are bright, and her face is smug, happy that she got me off.

  “Now that’s a good morning,” I wink, tweaking her breasts and pinching the beads real tight, pulling her forward by the tits.

  I kiss her deeply, shoving my tongue down her throat, tasting my seed against her taste buds. When I pull away, her cheeks are red, and her eyes are glossed over. My hand dips between her thighs but she tenses up, and I stop all my movements.

  “Are you okay?”

  She nods, pushing her hair behind her ear as she settles over me. “Yes, I’m a bit sore, so that good morning was for you. But believe me, I looooved it,” she purrs with a wink.

  My bottom lip sticks out, and I rub her folds, apologizing for her pain. “I’m sorry, Cherry. I should have known you’d be a little sore.”

  “It’s okay.” She straddles my waist, wrapping her hands around my shoulders. “After a little Aspirin and a good night’s sleep, I should be geared up and ready to go.” While she teases me with these promises, she’s hovering just above my cock, her breasts in my face, and her long red locks tickle my thighs.

  “You’re killing me,” I groan, feeling my cock plump, trying to come back to life. She is my resuscitator. Even though it—and I—are exhausted, a few pumps of her hand and blows of her mouth, and I’d be alive, hard, and ready to fucking go.

  She slaps my chest with her long delicate fingers. “You act like I didn’t just do you a favor.” She slides off my body, and my eyes are transfixed as she sways her hips, walking to the bathroom. Her ass bounces, and there are a few light bruises that are in the shape of my fingertips lingering on her skin.

  I should feel bad.

  I don’t.

  “Where are you going, Cherry?”

  “I want to take a nice hot shower. Care to join?” she teases, running her leg up the trim framing the door.

  I flop on my back, biting my fist into my mouth. “You mean, I have to see your sexy body wet with soap and not touch you?”

  “Yep. Can you handle it?”

  I snort. “Can you handle this and not touch it?”

  Whitley barks out a laugh. “I believe I just did both, so that answers your question. Five seconds and I’m closing the door and locking you out.”

  I tumble out of bed, tripping when my feet get caught in the silk sheets. I land on my hands, kicking the sheet off, and b
efore she can even form the word ‘five’ on her mouth, I’m in front of her, wrapping my arms around her.

  “You are so much trouble.” My eyes dart over her beauty, memorizing every seducing angle of her face.

  “You didn’t seem to think so last night,” she purrs, running her index finger down my chest like the little vixen she is.

  I grip her wrists and push them away from me, so she can’t touch me. “You’re playing with fire, Cherry. If you keep going, I’ll make you get on your knees in that shower.”

  Her breath hitches and she smirks right back at me. “You’re going to have to do better with your threats, because that just sounds like a good time.”

  My cock tries to wake up again, rolling to the other thigh as blood rushes to it. “No. Nope. You need to rest,” I look down and admonish it. I look back up to Whitley and wink. “Get in the shower.” I playfully slap her ass, making her jump and yelp.

  I watch to see if she can figure out the shower. The stall is glass, but it doesn’t have a handle. You can’t push it or pull it.

  Whitley hesitates, trying to figure out how to get the door open. She reaches out and lays her hand flat against the door. The glass stall rises, sinking into the ceiling, revealing a large, stone shower with four rainforest shower heads, perfect for two people. Two heads hang on the ceiling and the others hang on the walls to give an “immersed in the water” effect.

  “Whoa,” she says, tilting her head up to look at the ceiling. “Did that just happen? That’s fancy, and to be honest, completely unnecessary.”

  “But fun.”

  Whitley’s smile about knocks me on my ass, but I manage to stand straight. “Fun, yes.”

  She turns the gold knobs of the shower, and I know she thinks the gold is for looks, but I’ve done a lot of research. Gold is great for stress relief and relaxation if you use it on your skin enough. That’s why everything I have is gold, because life can be stressful. Does it work? I have no freaking idea.

  Her bright red hair darkens as the water hits it. And the once-messy, tangled strands are straight, stopping right about the curve of her ass. The water flows down her body, turning her skin a light shade of pink from the heat.