Sky's the Limit

by Elle Aycart

  “Please,” she whispered, already growing wet.

  “What?”

  “I need more.”

  He smiled and slid a finger along her slit, from her ass up to her swelling bud. “I know. You’ll get more. As much as you can stand.”

  She wasn’t sure what did it. Maybe it was the intense way he looked at her while eating her out. Maybe it was the beard, or the humming against her clit, or the clever teeth/tongue combo he had going on, sucking and nipping every inch of her folds. Maybe it had to do with Logan pinning her down and not letting her have any control, rendering her unable to close her thighs or lift her butt to get more pressure. Whatever it was, it worked for her, because she came in his mouth twice.

  “Gorgeous, baby. Now you’re ready to be fucked.”

  He grabbed a condom and rolled it on. Kneeling on the bed, he lifted her legs up and wide.

  Her pussy was still quivering from the second orgasm when the tip of his cock nudged at her entrance. She felt him tensing as he slid in a bit, stretching her.

  “Fuck, Butterfly. You feel amazing,” he said, gritting his teeth. His face was harsh, his jaw locked, the muscles at either side of his neck bulging. He pushed in to the hilt, filling her, and then slowly slid out until only the crown of his erection was inside her. Then back in. “I love how your pussy wraps tight around my cock. How it takes every inch of me.”

  She gazed at where they were joined as his engorged hard-on, shiny from her juices, pulled out again.

  Suddenly, he thrust in, balls-deep, ripping a whimper out of her. Without letting her get used to his invasion, he set a deep and hard rhythm. He fucked her with methodical strokes, grinding at her with every plunge, dragging the tip of his cock over her G-spot and brushing that glowing place deep inside her. As his rhythm intensified, so did her desperation.

  “Logan,” she moaned, clutching his forearms, so ready to come again she was shaking.

  “I got you, babe.” He grabbed her by her waist and lifted her onto his lap, impaling her and giving her clit all the friction it needed. She sank her nails into his shoulders, a sob escaping her.

  “Come,” he ordered, his cock so deep inside her, she felt it throbbing against her womb. “Give it to me.”

  She could do nothing but obey. Locked in a strong contraction, she climaxed, the jolt of energy scorching every single one of her synapses.

  She wasn’t sure how much time elapsed before she was able to form a coherent thought, much less words. “I came,” she whispered into his shoulder, her body still trembling. Her pussy too. “Again.”

  “I noticed. It was my cock you were gripping like a vise.”

  “I… I think I bit you. And scratched you,” she said, looking up and relaxing her hold on him. “Sorry.” When he’d lifted her, gravity had worked in his favor. That and his hard chest rasping against her nipples had made her lose it.

  “No need to apologize, Butterfly. So fucking sexy. You almost dragged me with you.”

  “You didn’t…” She squeezed her inner muscles and tried to move. “You better come now.”

  He stilled her. “Rules of the house: I don’t come alone.”

  “I won’t be able to orgasm again.” No way. No how.

  “Bet you will. Lean back a bit,” he said as he held her lower body in place, her pussy full to bursting. “You see these sweet nipples? They haven’t gotten much attention yet. What do you think is going to happen once I start sucking on them?”

  He proceeded to demonstrate. With every one of his ministrations, her nipples became redder and achier, until she couldn’t stand it. She grabbed him by his hair, yanking at it and bringing him up for a kiss.

  “I see you’re not so dead anymore,” he whispered with a roguish smile while he palmed her ass and helped her ride his cock. Then he pressed a finger against her rosette.

  Sky froze. “Logan. I’m not comfortable—”

  “I won’t go too far in. Just a couple of inches.”

  He paused, never breaking eye contact, and when she nodded, he breached the entrance with the tip of his finger.

  Her whole body tensed, her pussy and ass contracting at the same time. “Oh God.”

  “There are a bunch of nerve endings here,” he said, massaging in tight circles, burrowing deeper little by little, opening her snug channel.

  She felt him everywhere: in her ass, in her pussy. His mouth was against hers, his chest abrading her sensitive nipples with every ragged breath she took.

  “If you want me to stop, I will,” he offered, his voice rough as he rocked in and out of her. “But give me a minute. Just one. You like this; your pussy is sucking at my cock and your ass at my finger.”

  Damn him, he was right. In a minute she was urging him to fuck her harder.

  In two they were both coming.

  After regaining his bearings, Logan realized he was sprawled on top of her, crushing her, probably. Summoning the last of his strength, he ordered his muscles to lock and rolled them over.

  “Jesus Christ, you are good,” he whispered against her hair. Fucking her got better and better.

  He felt her smile on his chest. She lifted her head, looked at him, and his heart stopped. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips puffy from his kisses. She was so damn beautiful, naked in his arms, her pussy still gently contracting around him.

  “You haven’t lost your touch either, Alchemist. Pity we can’t screw each other’s brains out on a regular basis.”

  “Who said we can’t?” he found himself asking, almost belligerently.

  His intensity seemed to catch her off guard, because her smile faltered. She stared at him for a long second. “That would require physical proximity. Regular visits.”

  “I’ll pick you up on Fridays and drive you back on Sunday evenings. Regular enough?”

  Her expression turned cheeky. “What if I get… antsy in the middle of the week? You know I love everything to do with my cell, but I’m not too fond of phone sex.”

  Neither was he. “I’ll come to you whenever you want.”

  “You’ll get your ass to Paris every Friday and on the odd days if I ask you to? Really?”

  He slid out of her, regretting right away the loss of her tight grip on his cock, and disposed of the condom. “I don’t know why you seem so surprised. I used to live in Seattle.”

  She propped her head on her elbow and studied him, curiosity in her gaze. “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened between you and Vivienne?”

  He took a deep breath and lay on his back, looking up to the ceiling. “She loved our life and me when I worked for the pharmaceutical industry. She was the one who steered me in that direction, convincing me of all the good I could do. How the big, influential decisions are made at higher levels. It was bullshit. I believe meaningful change comes from collective small gestures at an individual level. When the big corporations can’t fight the wave, or they see fighting as a lost cause, then they join it—not before. Money is the only language they understand. When I quit to try to do something meaningful with my life and she couldn’t convince me otherwise, she left me. You know the part about for better and for worse? She was in it for the better only. My sister warned me Vivienne had her own agenda and was using me to forward it, but I didn’t listen. I actually severed all contact with Megan because of it. What a moron, huh? Couldn’t see what was in front of me.”

  “Vivienne is pretty and skilled,” she said, caressing his chest, her tone matter-of-fact. “So you got blinded and fell right into her vagenda. Nothing to be ashamed of. It happens to the best of us.”

  He glanced at her. “Va-what?”

  “Vagina plus agenda. Vagenda.” As if that were self-explanatory.

  Logan laughed. “What’s with you and vagina words? But yes, I got vaginalized.”

  “You mean vagendalized.”

  “Whatever. Pussy whipped. I loved her and wanted her to be happy, so I did what she wanted. The second I didn’t, she dumped me. Her self-esteem coul
dn’t take being with a diaper recycler. It was too big a hit to her status.”

  She scowled. “I bet. She was ready to put Arnie to sleep because he had an upset stomach. And, speak of the devil,” she added, pointing at the barricaded door, “can we let him in? He always sleeps on my feet. He’s crying.”

  Also scratching, by the sounds of it. “We might as well. Alec will kick our asses if Cerberus destroys the wood.”

  He moved the chair out of the way and opened the door. Arnie gave him the evil eye and ran toward Sky. “If he starts gassing us, he’s out.”

  She patted Arnie’s head as the dog made himself comfortable on her feet. “He won’t. You’re okay now, aren’t you, sweetie? No more bacon-flavored chips for you.”

  Cerberus let out a whimper, looking so pathetic that even Logan felt sorry for him. “You do know he’s playing you, don’t you?” he asked, getting into bed.

  “Poor guy,” she said. “He’s very delicate.”

  “Sure. You just have to glance at him to realize how delicate he is.”

  “Don’t you listen to him,” Sky said, leaning down to kiss her dog, who decided licking her face was the best response.

  She swatted him, turning away and laughing. “Arnie, stop.” The more she laughed and squirmed, the more Arnie tried to lick her.

  “You are not kissing me now,” Logan warned as she wiped her face with the back of her hand.

  She rolled her eyes and headed for the bathroom, that damn dog following her. “You men are so fastidious.” She walked back to bed, her face freshly washed. “Happy now? I still won’t kiss you, though. For being an asshole.”

  He chuckled. So cheeky. He spooned her, Cerberus curling at their feet. “I would have let you kiss me, dog slobber included,” he whispered in her ear.

  She stroked his forearm. “I know.”

  “Sky?” he asked after a short pause.

  “Hmm?”

  “I meant what I said earlier. Vivienne and I are through. I don’t want you having any doubts about it. I may not be divorced yet, but my marriage is over.”

  She covered his hand with hers and squeezed. “Good to know.”

  Soon he felt her chest softly raising and falling. He brushed a strand of fiery red hair from her face. She’d gone out like a light.

  Vivienne might have been right: he did have a type, in the physical sense, that is, because his ex would have died before letting a dog kiss her.

  Dealing with Vivienne always left him in a foul mood. Sky had managed to distract him, but now he was alone with his thoughts. Too pumped up to sleep.

  He decided to go down to the kitchen and grab something to drink. He’d left his computer at home, so getting any work done was out of the question. That was all right. The award ceremony was over a month away—plenty of time for him to confirm his attendance and organize everything.

  As he reached the first floor, he realized someone was following him. Cerberus.

  “Wrong move, buddy. She isn’t around to carry you upstairs. Stay.”

  Spoiled brat that the dog was, he trotted right down.

  “Suit yourself, but I warn you, there’s no one to wrap around your little claw here.”

  Logan opened the fridge and took a beer. He sat on the couch in the dark, drinking, his mind in turmoil. Cerberus stretched out on the rug in front of him.

  Logan rested his head on the back of the sofa. Much as it bugged him, Vivienne was right about another thing: he would do no favors to himself or the environment if he passed on the award opportunity. Recognition at that level could make or break his future. Too bad the thought of going to New York to deal with all that gave him dry heaves.

  Finishing his beer in a chug, he glanced down at Arnie and found the dog staring at him. “What’s keeping you awake?”

  Arnie chuffed, his muzzle on his paw.

  “Yeah, me too.” Logan sighed. Man, he was talking to a dog. Time to go back to bed.

  He was on the second floor when Arnie whimpered.

  “Sorry, buddy. You made it downstairs on your own. You’ll have to make it up on your own too.”

  The beast looked at him and whimpered again, laying back what was left of his mangled ears.

  “Forget it. Not going to work.” Logan walked toward the bedroom door, doing his damnedest to ignore the manipulative canine whose yelps were getting more pitiful by the second.

  Then he stopped and flung his head forward, breathing slowly out. He turned around. For fuck’s sake.

  He climbed down and lifted the dog in his arms. “Not a word to her about this,” he grunted.

  Chapter 13

  “Stop grinning at me. You’re freaking me out,” Logan snarled at his sister, who, it went without saying, ignored him and grinned more widely.

  “Sorry. Can’t help it. Maybe if you stopped staring at her, I could.”

  “Go away. You don’t need to be here. Thanks to Alec, you can hit a fly buzzing a mile away.” The last thing Megan needed was more training—as if that laser-focused fiancé of hers wouldn’t whack anyone who looked at her the wrong way. Combat training on top of that was just plain overkill.

  “I’m not going anywhere. I enjoy Shayna’s shooting exercises.”

  Excuses. What his sister enjoyed was making him sweat.

  “She isn’t half bad,” Megan said as Sky took a shot.

  “No, she isn’t.”

  “What’s with the rubber boots?”

  A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Sky had on a black, two-piece dress and those boots Shayna had loaned her, the black ones with red hearts. “Don’t know. ‘Nostalgia vintage,’ she called them.” He’d never gotten around to returning the boots to Shayna, probably hoping against hope that Sky would come back and do it herself. The second Sky had spotted them in his entryway, she’d snatched them.

  “So, the cabin.”

  Man, he’d known he was going to regret involving his sister. “I should’ve driven to the city and gotten a hotel room.”

  “Don’t be silly. There’s nothing more romantic than that cabin. I can attest to that. I rented it when I first came here. That furry rug in front of the fireplace brings back so many memories. Once—”

  Logan put his hand up. “Stop right there. I’m not listening to any stories about your sex life.”

  “Oh, come on. You’re such a prude. I thought we were past that. This is the second time I’ve arranged a place for you to… spend time with your lady friend. Besides, the cleaning service Alec uses is run by old colleagues. Before they went prepper, they specialized in crime scenes. Very thorough. No speck of anything survives those guys. Right, babe?” she called to her fiancé.

  “What?” Alec said, approaching.

  “Nothing,” Logan interrupted. “You don’t want to know. I don’t want to know. Why on earth did you tell my sister I borrowed the keys to the cabin?”

  Alec sat on a nearby chair and reached for Megan, who moved to sit on his lap. “Your sister has very convincing ways. I find it fucking hard to hide things from her.”

  “I foresee a rocky marital life ahead unless you learn that skill fast.”

  Megan rolled her eyes. “Is this a one-time deal? Sky visiting, I mean.”

  Logan shook his head. “She’ll be spending the weekends here, with me.”

  Waking up with Sky naked and warm and soft by his side had been such a welcome surprise. No dog growling. No pandemic ladies harassing them. Just her and him and his morning hard-on. It seemed he’d even bonded with Cerberus over all the stairs they’d navigated the day before—man to man, so to speak. Apparently hauling the beast granted the carrier certain benefits, one of those being obedience, albeit reluctant. No respect, no love—only Sky got that. But Logan would take obedience, however unwilling. Mouthing “out” and seeing Cerberus turn around and leave had been a huge victory.

  “Keep in mind the cabins are very popular,” Megan warned him. “The one you’re in now is rented for next weekend. You’re going to hav
e to find another love nest. And before you suggest it, no, the compound has booby traps. You won’t reach the entrance without losing a foot.”

  “What about your own place? What’s wrong with it?” Alec asked, baffled.

  “The town is cockblocking him,” she said, rendering the whole awkward conversation even more awkward.

  “Crazy neighbors, evacuation drills, unexpected visitors. You get the picture.” Then Logan blurted, “Vivienne came by.”

  Megan’s smile fell. “Why? What did she want?”

  “Nothing, really. To bug me. Sky was there. Vivienne told her to run away before her Prince Charming transformed into a shit shoveler.”

  “Typical Vivienne,” she muttered.

  Yes. Not that being typical made it any less painful. Or true for that matter.

  “You still love her?” his sister asked softly.

  Logan shook his head. “If anything, I feel angry.”

  “At her?”

  “At myself, actually. For giving a woman that much power over me.” For being turned into a fool.

  He’d known what he wanted in life, until Vivienne came along and convinced him otherwise. Shit for brains that he’d been, he’d bought it. Hook, line, and sinker. He’d wasted ten years of his life convincing himself of who he wanted to be, instead of listening to his gut and being who he really wanted.

  That line of thought threatened to move into pity-party territory. Thank God Sky was walking their way, holding a target sheet that had a huge hole in the middle. “Guys, look what I got! I killed it!” she said as she reached them.

  There was an empty chair next to Logan, but she stood by his side, her arm around his shoulders.

  “You sure did,” he affirmed, a sappy smile popping up. He nudged her toward him until she sat on his lap. “You annihilated it.”

  “The city girl can hillbilly it with the best of them.”

  He kissed her on the lips. “You bet.”

  Megan looked at them, grinning again, but didn’t comment. Instead, she pointed at the mangled target sheet. “You’re better than I was. First time Alec took me shooting, he ended up flat on the ground, protecting his head from friendly fire.”