I wanted him to kiss my mouth. I turned my head, seeking his lips, but he evaded me. Another button fell to his deft fingers and he lifted my breast from the material cupping it. His mouth descended and he slowly sucked the nipple inside.
He hadn't even touched me below the belly button, but I was in full squirm mode. My ample bottom digging into the cushion, I softly moaned my need. He released the nipple with a pop then kissed the underside of my chin.
"Such an eager little pussy, baby. Is it wet?"
"Very," I confessed, my hips lifting to grind at the air. Trying to go on the attack, I angled my body toward him and ran my palm across the front of his jeans. The thick, hard bulge made my mouth as wet as my pussy. I gave his cock a little squeeze. "Something wants sucked."
His fingers skipped down to my thighs, where he stroked a firm line. "Something definitely wants sucked," he agreed.
Trembling, I moaned my agreement to whichever order he wanted to take. I'd had three weeks of Logan's body running through my thoughts on overdrive. Images had flashed through my mind at the most inappropriate times until I was consumed by his mouth feasting on my clit while he pushed four fingers into me, his thick cock filling both holes, those smacks on my pussy with more on my ass, or that glorious dick buried down my throat.
With tender care, Logan folded my breast back into the bra and re-did the buttons before he drew me up from the couch. My legs shook as we walked to the bedroom, his arm cinching me close. Inside the room, he locked us in then had me lean against the dresser, my back to the mirror.
His gaze soaking in the contours of my chest, he completely unbuttoned me and stripped the blouse away as I tugged at his t-shirt. He wiggled, resisting until I pouted.
"Don't be stingy, Logan."
A sweet grin broke across his handsome face and he let me pull the fabric from him. I ran my hands over his muscled torso. While my fingers explored his back, he reached behind me to unfasten the bra then lightly pushed me away.
He slowly unveiled my breasts, the lace slipping lower and lower to reveal more pale flesh and finally the faint pink blush of my erect nipples. Groaning, he bent down and sucked one into his mouth as his hands worked his jeans open and off. Still mouthing the nipple, his teeth gently indenting the flesh, he removed his underwear. He straightened to quickly strip away the rest of my clothing then eased me back until I sat halfway on the dresser.
Spreading my thighs, he ran his cock across my mound as his mouth secured mine in a penetrating kiss. I started to moan, my juices seeping from between my labia to wet his shaft. A shiver ran over his body, stopping only when he reached between us, angled his unsheathed cock and unexpectedly drove all the way into me.
My head whipped back, a soft, pleasured cry escaping my lips as my cunt knotted around his shaft. I should have been worried that no condom separated us, but, knowing he would never abandon his child, I felt a deeper thrill having Logan enter me bare.
He hugged me tight, biting gently at my shoulders and neck as his ass moved in snug circles to fuck deeper into me.
"Logan..." Breathless, I couldn't finish. My nails raked along his back then pressed shallow crescents in his shoulders as I arched against him, ready to come.
Pulling out, he reached between us, spreading my labia and running his dick over my throbbing clit.
"Please—" I danced in place, the dresser protesting beneath my weight as my ass shifted and my hips surged upward.
Wrapping his arms around me once more, Logan pulled me off the dresser and placed me on the edge of the bed. He fell to his knees to shoulder my thighs wide open. Fingers sluiced into my wet cunt as his mouth savored my clit.
I tried to stop him, quietly mewling that I wanted his cock, wanted to suck or fuck it, wanted it in me so badly my heart threatened to explode inside my chest.
Logan stood, cock bobbing forward. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he forced me to sit up. I circled my hands around his cock, my lips trembling as they descended onto the fat head and slowly sucked down to the center of his shaft. His thighs tensed, both hands knotting in my hair. Reaching along the base, I cupped his testicles and gently rolled them.
He drew a hard breath in. His grip on my head tightened. His stance widened, giving the shaft a better angle and easing his tightly clenched ass cheeks. Sucking him a little deeper, I swiped my fingers against my sopping labia then teased a wet line along his perineum. His body twitched, air leaving him in shallow pants. Picking up more of my juices, I teased the rim of his anus. He groaned, his ass muscles relaxing another fraction so that I could ease one tip into him as my mouth bobbed up to suck hard at the head of his cock.
My lips swooped down, my finger pushing deeper into him. He started to rock lightly on his heels, no sound of his breathing audible. I moaned, my mouth working his shaft as contractions fluttered deep inside my cunt. Moaning, sucking, my finger gently stroking in and out of him until I thought my skull would collapse from the pressure of his grip and he finally exploded in my mouth.
His cock jerked, a warm spurt of cum hitting high against the back of my throat. Swallowing, I sucked him deeper, my lips pressing firmly against the sensitive shaft to keep him from pulling out. Another spurt and he started groaning as the pent up air left him. Two more jets of his thick, creamy climax before he quieted, his hands falling to my shoulders.
Slowly I released him, licking the shaft then kissing the swollen head, tonguing its slit until he started to groan and squirm. Carefully rolling his balls, I looked up to find his gaze dreaming down at me.
He gestured with his head for me to move up the bed. "My turn."
Thighs spread and my back elevated atop the pillows, I watched Logan settle between my legs with a hungry growl. He kissed my clit, his eyes shutting for a few heartbeats as he offered another kiss then sucked the hood and its nodule inside his warm, wet mouth. He opened his eyes, heat shimmering across his pale blue gaze. His mouth lost to my view, I watched his pupils dilate and his face relax as his tongue softly bullied my pussy to a hard pitch.
Fuck, he is so damn beautiful.
My neck arched and I lost sight of him as he pushed several fingers thick into my cunt. He fucked them in and out, the pressure from his knuckles blowing my mind as he rotated inside me. The tips of his fingers dragged hard against my flesh with each twisting retreat. I bore down on him, wanting to prolong the sensation but found the pleasure too intense.
"Logan..." My hips crested. I squeezed at my breasts, aching to come but not wanting to surrender so quickly.
He softened his attack, his fingers stilling inside me while he suckled my clit at a tender, leisurely pace. My lower body relaxed, but contractions ran through my cunt, pulling my clit tight and refusing to relent. I squirmed, hovering at the precipice and moaning his name.
His mouth lifted and I felt the sharp flick of his nail against the spine of my clit. I gasped. He flicked it again. I inhaled another ragged breath, my lungs refusing to release the first. A third flick and I was certain I would explode.
Getting on his knees between my thighs, Logan pinched my clit, pulling it taut as the fingers of his other hand worked inside me. He had to be four fingers in, my pussy stretched almost as wide as when his cock had filled me.
"You come too quickly, baby," he teased. I whispered my apology but he shook his head. "Teaching you to control your climaxes will give me great joy."
My eyes shuttered in pleasure as he forced me back to the edge of release with the thick, inching penetration of his fingers. The palm of his other hand rested across my mound, just his thumb engaged in a toying line against my clit. A quiver rolled through me and I heard him groan over the static roaring in my ears as my jaws and eyes clenched.
"Relax, Lily."
I tried to swallow, gargling air as my hips shot up and every nerve ending blazed with lust. His strokes in and atop me intensified, coming harder and faster. My clit tingled and pulsed; my cunt gripped and tugged his fingers.
My body no lo
nger mine to command, I wrapped my arms around my head. My ass levitated. Logan's hands disappeared for an instant then gripped my generous bottom as his cock invaded me. My hands unraveled from my hair as my eyes flew open in surprise.
I could tell by his purposeful gaze and breathing that he remained in control. The only one in danger of coming with him bare inside my pussy was me. I squeezed at his shaft, desperate to erode his self-discipline. Biting at his bottom lip, Logan shook his head, his eyes knowing and half-slitted as he denied me.
Arms shifting, his palms along my lower back, he supported me more firmly and strengthened his thrusts. "Mmm...baby. Graspy little hole, isn't it?"
I couldn't stop squeezing at him, milking his cock as I thundered back to the edge. My clit jerked rhythmically between my pressed labia while I ground against Logan within the tight confines of his embrace.
"Mmm, yes." He bit harder at his lip and then his mouth suddenly relaxed to form a small circle, its bottom quivering.
Too late for me to coax him closer to his own release, my climax ripped through me. Reaching down with both hands, I squeezed at my mound as if I could stop the surging abandon. Held aloft by his strong arms, I trembled and quaked until little jets shot from me to wet his stomach.
Growling, Logan dropped me and fastened his mouth to my clit, sucking and fucking at my pussy until my bones melted and I couldn't stop crying his name.
**********
Three weeks of bliss followed, interrupted only occasionally as I tried to balance Logan's desires with my home life. Home was exactly the problem. Logan wanted me to move in. He at least wanted me to be open with my parents about my seeing him.
Escorting me to my car on a Friday night, he stopped me before I could open the door. He turned me so that I faced him then wrapped his arms around me. A flutter of the front room curtains produced a sympathetic twitch in my stomach.
"Stevie's watching," I warned. Logan and I had kept things low-key around Stevie, never indulging in more than a light hug or caress when he was up and around.
Cupping my chin, Logan forced me to meet his gaze.
"Champ knows you're my girlfriend, baby." Lowering his head, he kissed me. "He doesn't have a problem with it like you do."
Feeling the push of his sizable erection into the soft flesh of my stomach, I couldn't help but relax and open my mouth to his inquisitive tongue. He took it slow, tightening his grip on me and controlling my head as he claimed a deeper kiss.
With a sigh, he stopped and drew my gaze back to his. "Tonight, Lily."
I nodded, another wild flutter unleashing inside my stomach. I had agreed to break the news to my parents provided I could do it alone. Convincing him to leave it to me had been no small feat. I was half-certain he expected me to chicken out.
I wouldn't call what happened later that evening at home chickening out. It was more like a calculated retreat until I could bring in reinforcements. Things might have gone differently had the conversation with my mom not started on the wrong note before I even had a chance to broach the topic on my own.
I walked into the house to find her sitting in the kitchen, her address book in one hand and a pen in the other. Looking up at me, she tapped the pen against the book. "Back from the Major's, dear?"
Sucking in a lungful of air, I nodded and turned to the refrigerator. Shoulders tense, I removed a bottle of water and cracked its seal before looking at her over my shoulder. At the same time, the door from the living room swung inward, my older sister Jody appearing with her usual sneer plastered across her face. Grabbing her backpack from the hook by the front door, she unzipped the front pocket and started pawing through its contents. Two years out of college, she had moved back into our parent's home after breaking up with her fiancé over the summer.
Mom cleared her throat. "Is the Major seeing anyone?"
My heart skipped a beat. No way in hell was I going to have this conversation with my mom while Jody was in the room. Jody's most likely reaction comprised half the reason I'd avoided a conversation with my parents. Once they knew, she'd know.
Cheeks heating, I shook my head. Smiling, my mom thumbed through her address book.
"You remember Natalie Baker?"
"Yeah." I straightened the frown trying to pull my mouth down. Natalie Baker was another Mrs. Jones—very thin and every bit as self-absorbed.
"I thought we could have a barbecue and invite them both over."
My gaze tracking to where Jody pretended to continue searching her bag, I offered an alternative. "What about Katie Pearson?"
Jody's lip curled higher at the mention of Katie. Whereas Natalie is another Mrs. Jones, Katie is more like me, only a couple sizes smaller. My focus shifted to my mother. She wore one of those half-smiles she adopts while she's trying to figure out the politest way to tell someone they're stupid.
"You don't think the Major would be interested in Miss Pearson?" I kept my voice neutral, no hint of the heartache starting to swell inside my chest when Jody snorted.
The half-smile remained frozen on my mom's face a few more seconds before she blinked. "Well, you know dear...the Major is..." She cleared her throat then blushed. "Well, va-va-va-voom. Katie is a great gal, but—"
"She's a lard ass," Jody interjected.
The color on mom's cheeks darkened from a sensual pink to an angry red. "Jody, I've warned you about that language in this house."
More hurt cemented in my chest. Mom warned Jody a dozen plus times a week, the objectionable language in question always directed at me. It never proceeded beyond warnings, so that my mother was only kind-of-almost-half-assed sticking up for me.
"It's true." Jody hooked her car keys to her jeans and zipped the front pocket of her bag before shouldering it. "And Fatty Bo Batty here needs to hear it so she can stop pretending Logan might ever be interested in her."
Jody left, slamming the door behind her. When I looked back to my mother, her lip quivered.
"That's not true, dear?" she asked. "You don't have a crush on the Major, do you?"
Lying doesn't come easy to me. I managed no more than a shake of my head. "He doesn't need fixed up, mom. It's nobody's business, especially Jody's, that he's kind of seeing someone."
"Oh, so that's why he's needed you so much these last few weeks!" She smiled, clearly relieved, and exhaled. She put a finger to her lips and winked at me. "I won't let the cat out of the bag, dear."
Faking a smile, I proceeded straight to my room, locked the door and started crying.
It was the first time my mother had ever made me feel ugly.
**********
Dread snaking along my spine, I pulled into Logan's drive the next afternoon an hour past my scheduled arrival. I had texted him a bullshit excuse about Rhea needing transport when I had, in fact, slept late after crying myself to sleep then lost another hour treating the swollen flesh around my eyes. More than being late, anxiety filled me because I had more than one uncomfortable conversation ahead of me today—first with Logan over how, and likely why, I'd failed to break the news to my parents, and then with my parents, with or without Logan by my side.
I knocked on the front door at the same time I slid my key in the lock. By the time I finished opening it, Logan stood at the far end of the hall. I had just a second to recognize how tense his expression looked when the reason for his distress stepped into view and curled her arm around his waist.
Mrs. Jones.
"Oh, Lily dear, we were just waiting for you to arrive so we could go out." Her smile faltered as Logan pried her arm away from his body.
Suddenly faint, I leaned against the door and prayed the shadows at my end of the hall masked any of the emotions running across my face.
"We were just going to pop out for lunch." Her smile resurfaced, as fake as always. Reaching behind Logan, she grabbed a small clutch from the side table. "While we discuss things."
Stevie appeared behind them, his expression unreadable. Noticing him, Mrs. Jones patted the top of
his head before turning back to Logan. "Ready dear?"
He handed her the keys and told her he would follow in another minute. She started walking toward me as Logan hoisted Stevie in his arms. Moving away from the door, I turned to ensure there was zero chance of Mrs. Jones brushing against me. She didn't even look at me as she passed.
Logan whispered something to Stevie then kissed him and lowered him to the ground. Seeing Logan's approach, the way his mouth shaped the unspoken words playing along his tongue, I stepped out of the house and into the sunshine. I couldn't take him brushing against me in the hall or whatever platitude he wanted to comfort me with.
"Lily..."
I didn't look at him when he stepped onto the porch. Instead, I gestured at his wife waiting in the passenger seat of his car.
When he spoke again, his tone had hardened. "We'll talk when I get back."
I remained mute, my blinks coming faster as I fought the urge to cry. I heard him sigh and then he passed in front of me, got in the car and drove away without looking in my direction.
Stevie had curled up on the couch by the time I stepped into the living room. He wouldn't look at me. It hurt knowing what he must have been thinking. His mom was back, and suddenly I was the enemy. How could he feel any other way?
With Logan and his wife absent, I followed my normal babysitter routine. Since there was no homework—mine or Stevie's, I straightened up around the house, my heart shriveling another inch in diameter when I entered Logan's bedroom with an armful of folded laundry to find two suitcases against one wall and a patch of red lace peeking out from under the bed. Putting the clothes on the bed, I reached down and snatched the fabric.
Women's panties, size small.
The house had three bedrooms. There was no good reason for her suitcase or panties to be anywhere near Logan's bed.
I put the underwear back where I found them and returned the folded clothes to the laundry room, trying to forget what I had just seen. I spent a few minutes or thirty in the bathroom fighting more tears, losing the battle as often as not. I tried to see the bright side—the awkward conversation with my parents wouldn't happen. Jody could stop sneering over my infatuation with Logan, at least after she stopped gloating over the return of Mrs. Jones.
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