Must have been the alcohol and nice rack.
Logan is finally able to remove her from his legs and he pushes her as far away as he can without making a scene.
“I didn’t call you because it was only a one-time thing. I told you this.”
And he knows he did because he tells everyone it’s a one-time thing.
“But I thought we had a good time,” she says, pouting her lips in an attempt to be cute.
“Look, I’m here on a date and enjoying myself. Why don’t you head back to your date and do the same.”
She finally acknowledges Avery’s presence and shoots venom from her eyes before storming off in the other direction, grabbing her date’s arm along the way.
He brings his attention back to Avery and he finds her with her head down and a hand pressed against her mouth.
Nervously Logan says, “I’m sorry about that,” while adjusting himself on his seat, bringing his feet to the floor, and running a hand through his hair.
And then by complete surprise, she starts laughing out loud; head tossed back in an explosion as laughter erupts from her body.
“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry, but that was too funny,” she says through spurts of giggles. “Did she sound like a helium balloon when she had sex, too?”
Unable to control himself, he can’t help but join in her laughter; glad he was too drunk to remember what she sounded like during sex.
Reaching across the table, Logan takes Avery’s hand in his own as they let the laughter subside and enjoy the rest of our afternoon.
AS SUMMER CREEPS INTO FALL, Avery and Logan form a steady relationship. They have kept their status hidden from their work companions - Avery’s doing, not his - but they come together almost every night for dinner. Her original hesitance at their joining seems to have dissipated and she seems more open and carefree than when they originally met.
Tonight though, Logan has a surprise planned in a neighboring town. He made reservations this morning at a nice restaurant and booked them a room at a hotel. In the few weeks they’ve been together, Avery and Logan haven’t done more than most High-Schoolers and strangely enough he’s ok with that, though it’s probably the longest spell of no sex he’s ever had. Logan didn’t even reserve the hotel room with the notion of getting laid tonight, he just thought she’d like it and it would allow him to drink at dinner tonight.
Logan sits at his desk, finishing up his final patient file. He absent-mindedly makes notes as he sits, eagerly waiting for the clock to land on that magical number five so he can hightail it out of town with his favorite person. As he closes the folder, he’s startled when he finds Avery sitting in the chair across from him, biting her mouth in nervousness.
“Hey, babe. You okay?”
She releases her bottom lip, the plumpness returning to its natural pink shade, and takes a deep breath.
“I think something is wrong with Nikki.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I heard her tell Dr. Fields that she was quitting. And now I have this note from her,” she says, holding up a ripped piece of notebook paper, her trembling hands shaking the flimsy parchment. “I’m scared to read it. Will you do it?”
“Sure.”
Taking the folded paper from her fingers, Logan skims the neatly written lines.
“Seems she is going to stay with Melanie for a while, but she has paid a year’s worth of rent on the apartment so you didn’t need to sublet.”
“Isn’t that weird - that all of a sudden she is going to up and go without an explanation?”
“It’s a bit strange, yeah,” he says more to himself, but Avery’s shoulders slump as he agrees to her assessment.
“I think her and Austin had a falling out. He hasn’t come by in a week or so and I thought I heard her crying the other day. I questioned her about it, but she just brushed me off.”
They sit and stare at each other for a few minutes, both waiting for the weirdness of the day to subside. When he notices the clock finally turn to five, Logan smiles warmly at Avery and stands behind his desk.
“Do you have your bag in your car? Did you want to change?”
“I have my bag in the break room. Can I use your office to change my clothes?”
“Definitely, I’ll help Dr. Fields close up while you get ready.”
Fifteen minutes later, Logan heads back to his office just as Avery steps from behind the door and he finds himself rooted to the floor. She looks breathtaking in a short black dress that hits her mid-thigh, showing off mile-long legs. Her hair is swept up onto her head, elongating her slender neck, which has become one of his favorite parts to kiss.
“Wow, Avery. You look…” Logan trails off, still mesmerized by her appearance.
She twists her hands in front of her body, nervously looking down at the floor.
“I look what?”
He steps forward and brings his hand forward to rest on her cheek.
“You look stunning. Absolutely stunning.”
Leaning forward he presses his lips against hers.
Whispering against his lips, but making no move to pull away, she says, “Logan, someone will see us.”
“Everyone’s left. It’s just you and me. Open up for me, baby.”
Following his instructions, she opens her mouth against his kiss, letting his tongue dance against hers. She grips at his shirt, pulling it tight against his back in her need to pull him closer. Breaking off the kiss he pulls his head back, only inches, and sees clearly the desire swimming in her eyes.
Logan lunges forward, bringing his mouth to Avery’s again, more forceful than before, and he pushes her against the door jamb where she stands. The heated exchange only fuels him further and he removes his hand from her face and trails it up her thigh, inching closer to her center as he moves higher. When his fingers meet the wet silkiness of her panties, she lets out a ragged cry of pleasure. Before he’s able to slide his digits through her heat, the alarm on his phone goes off, letting him know that they need to head out for their reservations.
They pull away from each other and he finds himself drawn to the heaving of her chest beneath her scoop neck top. And then Avery giggles - one of his favorite sounds. Logan joins her with a chuckle and scoots past her to enter his office.
He makes quick work at changing out of his work clothes and replaces them with dark dress pants and a gray button down. When he’s ready to go, he grabs Avery’s overnight bag and ushers her out the building towards his car.
They arrive at the restaurant an hour and a half later, and the hostess seats them immediately. Logan makes a point to ignore the subtle touch on his arm from the hostess as she seats them, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by Avery, who rolls her eyes at the gesture.
“Is it going to be like that every time we go out?” she asks in an unexpected surly tone.
“Uh, I don’t know. I can’t really control people.”
She nods as if she understands, but he knows that it bothers her. It would bother him too if the roles were reversed.
“We can leave if you want, Avery.”
She releases a short burst of air and sags her shoulders.
“No, I know it’s not your fault. And this place is really lovely. I’d like to stay.”
They continue to browse their menu and order a bottle of wine from the server when he arrives at their table. When he returns with their beverage, Avery orders the roasted chicken and vegetables while Logan orders the prime rib and potatoes. They talk about the day at work and he asks her to talk a little more about her relationships with Nick and Declan. She tells him about the classes she and Nick had taken, then about the guitar lessons she sat through with Declan.
When she used to talk about her past, there was a darkness that encased her, but now she seems lighter as she relays those memories. Logan can only hope that being with him has caused the change. He hopes that she’s allowing herself to love again.
Love?
Glancing at her
across the table, eyes open and excited, hands gesturing wildly as she delivers her story, Logan can’t help but smile. Yes, this foreign emotion can’t be described as anything else but love. Mid-sentence, he grabs her hand from its ascension into the air and grasps it within his own. As she continues on, he repeatedly draw circles on her wrist with his thumb and he can feel her heart rate increase with each stroke. They are seated closely to one another and he can’t resist using his hand that is closest to her and placing it on her thigh, right below the hem of her dress. At the gentle touch of his fingertips on her skin, her pulse jumps wildly and she shoots a nervous look in his direction before glancing around the restaurant.
“Continue your story, baby. No one can see.”
She continues to stare at him, lust overtaking her features, as he slides his fingers under the tight fabric that encases her body. Her breath hitches as Logan gets closer to the spot that craves his touch. Unknowingly she spreads her legs, her body automatically responding to his touch, hoping that he heeds her invitation. As Logan continues to slide his fingers up and down her smooth leg, shifting closer to her womanhood at every path, she reaches for her glass of wine. With a shaking hand, she takes a sip of the cool liquid and grips the stem of the glass when he lets his finger trail across her soaked panties.
When the waiter returns to the table Logan frees his hand from Avery’s grasp and pays the check as he continue to slide a finger softly across the wet silk. Logan circles his digits around the area containing her swollen bud of nerves and Avery releases a throaty moan which she quickly covers up with a cough. He has to work to combat his chuckle.
Removing his hand from the warmth of her thighs, he asks, “Are you ready to go?” as he examines her reddened cheeks and slight glare.
Remaining silent, she bites her lower lip, only nodding to acknowledge that she’s ready.
Logan stands from the table and moves behind Avery’s chair, sliding it out for her to exit.
Pressing his chest against her back, he grips her hips in his hands and whisper in her ear, “I can’t wait to make you come with my dick buried inside you. All your muscles clamping down on me like a vice; your pussy won’t want me to leave.”
She quickly turns in his arms and at first he’s alarmed that she didn't like the dirty talk, but as usual, this beautiful girl does something completely unexpected. She leans forward, placing her hands on his chest, stands on her toes and takes the lobe of his ear between her teeth, biting down gently.
She releases the pierced skin and whispers, “I can’t wait,” then she turns around and saunters out of their alcove, leaving every man in the room panting after her.
Logan adjusts himself before he hurriedly catches up to her at the front of the restaurant where they wait for the valet. Turning her attention back to him, she coyly licks her lips before sitting down in the passenger seat.
Good Lord, I hope I can make it to the hotel.
THEY WALK INTO THE expansive lobby of the hotel and hurriedly make their way to the reservation desk. Avery doesn’t listen to Logan speaking with the receptionist, her attention is locked on the grip that he has on her hand and the throbbing between her legs. All she can think about is those large fingers sliding in and out of her, spreading her juices around her folds.
Logan beckons her by calling her name and she startles at his signal.
“Sorry. I was in my own world.”
He leans forward slightly and whispers, “I know where your mind is. I can’t wait to get you out of that dress.”
He winks at her as they turn and swiftly make their way to their reserved room.
Opening the door, Logan tugs her into the area and she presses herself against the wall, anticipating his next move. Avery imagines Logan charging towards her and ripping her dress from her body, but he surprises her instead. He walks towards her, stopping a few inches from her body, and slides two of his fingers from her collarbone to her hip, grazing her breast along the way.
“You look so fucking beautiful tonight, Avery. It’s taking everything I have not to fuck you against this wall.”
A moan releases from deep within her at his words. Her core clenching tight in anticipation.
“But you don’t need that. I’m going to love you slow and sweet for our first time.”
His fingers start to inch up the hem of her dress, the tips of his fingers trailing along the outside of her thighs. He leans closer, pressing his thickening erection against her stomach, and caresses his lips against her own. As he swipes his mouth back and forth across the plumpness in a gentle brush, Avery deftly unbuttons his shirt, removing it from his body. As she places her hands on his chest, her nails lightly scraping against the skin, Logan releases a hiss between his teeth.
The lower half of her dress rests bunched around her hips, exposing her thong to his gaze.
“God, I want you so bad,” he growls, skimming his fingers across the silken waistband before tearing it away from her body – the fabric disintegrating into nothing.
“I want you too, Logan. Please.”
Avery’s eyes close tightly as his finger strokes the folds of her sex, and she knocks her head backwards against the wall in ecstasy. Logan increases his pace and places the heel of his hand against her swollen numb, rubbing small circles across the nerves. She grips his shoulders, overcome by the sensation that is ever-tightening, lower in her belly. Moving her hands quickly, she works the button of his pants loose, sliding them down his hips as he continues to love her with his hand.
As her pleasure continues to mount, she can’t hold back the groan that reverberates from deep within. The sounds mix with the heavy breaths emanating from their bodies and echo in the sparse room. When her orgasm emerges something within her snaps - as she crests, wave after wave, she finds herself pulling Logan’s face to hers and unleashing an unknown forcefulness as she explores his mouth with her tongue. Logan grabs her hair in his free hand in an attempt to bring her closer while continuing to prolong her release. He toes his shoes and socks off and kicks his pants free from his muscular legs.
As he steps free from his belongings, he unzips her dress and yanks it over her head, only breaking their kiss for a second. Avery’s bra slides down her arm, freed from its front clasps by Logan’s agile fingers. Her nipples rub against his large muscles and she has to suppress a gasp at the sensation.
Between the steamy kisses and crushing orgasm, Avery finds herself whispering against Logan’s mouth, “Fuck me hard, Logan.”
“You sure?” he asks, pulling back from her face, but reaching down to stroke her hardened nipple. They pebble under his fingertips.
“God, yes. I need to feel you inside me,” she replies as she licks and bites softly at the point where his neck meets his shoulder.
“Then hold on, baby.”
Without hesitation, Logan takes a hold of her thighs and wraps them around his waist, gripping her behind in his strong hands. She wraps her arms around his neck, continuing to press her mouth against his.
He teasingly slides his erection through her folds, coating his manhood in her wetness, and triggering mini spasms within her as he directly connects with her clit. Thoroughly encased in her liquid heat, he thrusts hard and deep into her center. The feeling of fullness overwhelms her and she finds herself pulling back from Logan and groaning loudly into the empty room.
He takes a moment to let her accommodate to his size and asks, “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” Avery whispers. “Move, please. I need you to move.”
Logan doesn’t hold back. Relying on their hips and legs to hold her up, he takes her hands from his shoulders and places them above her head, one of his large hands holding both of her wrists. His other hand moves down her chest to caress her breast, rolling the pert nipple between his fingers.
As his thrusts increase the pressure begins to build deep within her center, the feel of her muscles tightening spur him into a fevered pace.
Their expenses of air collide in
to each other, enveloping them in a damp heat, the sweat dripping and meshing between their bodies.
“I need you to come again, Avery. Fuck, you’re so hot and tight.”
He reaches down with his free hand and places it where their bodies are joined, gliding his fingers in a circle around her swollen nub. Avery closes her eyes, allowing her body to give into the explosion.
“Come on, babe. I can feel you squeezing me.”
Avery didn’t think it was possible, but Logan thrusts harder and deeper, prolonging her orgasm and helping him reach his own. Moments later he grunts and his seed spills into her, the pulsing of his penis rubbing against her sensitive spot.
Logan doesn’t say anything; he simply carries her over to the bed and gently places them on top of the soft down comforter. He eases out of her and steps to the bathroom. Logan startles her when she feels a warm cloth cleaning their essence from her body.
Returning to the bed, Logan rests beside her and rolls to his side, resting his head on his hand. Reaching across, he tucks some stray hairs behind her ear and brushes his fingers across her cheek. As Avery’s erotic high wears off she stares at the ceiling, uncomfortable with the thoughts and feelings floating through her head.
“You okay?”
She nods in response, unsure how to voice her conflicting feelings.
“I’m sorry if I was too rough, Avery. I hope I didn’t hurt you. I just sort of...lost control.”
Looking at him, absorbing his sincerity and despair, wetness floods her eyes.
“Did I do something wrong?”
The tears flee from their gates behind her eyelids as she turns her body towards him. Reaching forward, she rests her hand against the overgrown scruff on his cheek and jaw.
“You were perfect, Logan. It was more than I ever imagined.”
“Then what’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Reaching up, she swipes at her moist cheeks, removing the wetness that settled there.
“I swear it’s not you, Logan. I just...haven’t done this...in a really long time and it’s bringing back too many memories I’m not ready to deal with.”
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