by Logan Chance
Before we even got inside, my hands were all over her. Touching and squeezing everywhere I could.
Our lips met as she slammed the door and my heart raced. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her to the bedroom.
My heart thrummed unevenly, and fire burned in my veins. Finally, I could have her.
After kissing down her neck, I tossed her on the bed. She pulled her tank off and flung it across the room. Her tits spilling out of the red lace bra she wore brought a low growl from me as she reached around and unsnapped it. Her full breasts were revealed to me as she slid the straps down and threw her bra off.
“Kayla, I need to be inside you, baby.” And I did. More than anything.
She sat up on her knees, reached out, and slid down the zipper of my pants as she licked her full, hungry lips. “Oh, you want this.” I nodded toward my cock straining against the material of my briefs.
“Yes.” She trailed a finger down the length of my cock, then pulled the waistband down and kissed the head. Oh fuck. I fisted her hair in my hand and tilted her face up to me.
“It’s yours.”
I pushed my pants off as she did the same. When I saw her matching red panties, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. “Fuck, baby. Turn around and let me see your ass in those.” She turned, glancing over her shoulder at me. Fuck, the cheeks of her round ass peeked out of the sheer material that hugged her curves perfectly. Leaning down, I bit the exposed skin, then licked away the sting.
I trailed my tongue up her spine and then kissed along her shoulder. “I didn't know if I would ever get to see you like this,” I whispered in her ear. She leaned back against my chest, and I reached around to cup her breasts, grazing my thumbs over her nipples.
“Erik, I’m so sorry for everything.”
I licked along the shell of her ear, sucking the lobe into my mouth. “Make it up to me then.” Even though I already forgave her a million times over, there was still something I wanted to see her do.
She turned to face me. “Anything.”
“Lie back on the bed.”
She scooted up the bed with a look of uncertainty on her face. I pushed the waistband of my briefs down as she laid back. Her legs parted slightly as I watched her hand glide up her stomach to palm her breast. My cock grew to its full length when she gave her nipple a squeeze.
“Do you remember the night I messaged you? And you touched yourself.”
“Yes.” Her golden hair fanned across the navy comforter.
“Were you lying like you are now?”
“Yeah,” she murmured as she trailed her other hand up her leg.
“Show me how you fucked your pussy.”
Her eyes never wavered from mine as she slipped her fingers under her panties and started rubbing herself. Small circles. And then her hand dipped lower before moving back up. Oh, fuck, it was hot. She was hot. I loved watching her touch herself—watching her hips arch off the bed.
I removed my briefs and stroked my cock, unable to turn away. She closed her eyes, moaning, as her hand moved faster.
“That’s right, fuck your pussy for me. Play with your tits, too.”
Her back arched off the bed. “Oh, God.”
“This is how I touched myself that night.” I stroked my hand up the length of my dick. My abs clenched when I rubbed my thumb over the head. “All I could think of was fucking you. You, Kayla. Do you want me to bury my cock inside you?”
Her eyes focused on my hand. “Yes.” She continued working herself into a frenzy and I stood, watching, stroking my cock a little faster.
Not wanting her to come yet, I grabbed her wrist, brought her fingers to my lips and sucked on them.
Unable to wait any longer, I slid her panties down her tanned legs and grabbed a condom from the bedside dresser.
Her pussy was dripping with need, and as I rubbed the condom on, I wanted her to know she was more to me than a fuck I needed to get out of my system. “Kayla, you’re fucking so much more than pretty,” I murmured. And she was. She was the girl I stayed up late with every night. The girl who I opened up to. The girl who pummeled my senses from every direction.
She bit down on her lip, and I grabbed the black tie from my pilot’s uniform and tossed her a wicked smile. It was time to play.
“Are you going to tie me up?” she asked.
“Something like that.” I grabbed her ankle and yanked her further down the bed. “Remember, what I said would happen if you didn't hold still?” She nodded. Working the tie around both ankles, I secured the knot. Climbing onto the bed, I sat up on my knees and lifted her bound legs. Her eyes widened when I slipped them over my head with her ankles tied together behind my neck.
Running my cock up and down her slit was torture, I wanted to ram into her and finally get relief from this insatiable need I’d had for her since the first time I saw her. She moaned as I pushed the tip inside. My head fell forward. Fuck, she was so tight. My thighs trembled with the effort to take my time with her, but her moans only made me want to go deeper, harder.
Unable to take it any longer, I thrust inside her as she screamed my name. “Holy fuck,” she panted.
Braced on one arm, I reached my hand back and slapped her firm, little ass.
I was in control of her. Of her pleasure. I focused on every button and gauged her reaction to every touch.
She opened her legs and her bound ankles slipped further down my back. Pressing her heels into my ass, she pushed me in further. I shoved in deeper, harder until I was planted all the way inside her.
“Yes. Yes,” she cried out.
I wrapped my hands into her hair as I found the perfect tempo to pump into her. This was what I’d been waiting for, and it was so much better than I ever could have dreamed. She felt too damn good. My body, like a live wire, zapped and sparked at her every touch.
I reached down to circle her clit as my eyes trained on the union of our bodies. Mesmerized by the sight, I braced on one arm to continue watching my cock fill her tight pussy.
“My cock is so wet from you. You’re dripping all over it.”
I memorized everything about her. The way her back arched. Her hooded eyes watching me. How she bit her bottom lip in her teeth. Her tits bouncing with each thrust. Everything about her was fucking hot. I was so glad I met this girl. All the messages and pain of not knowing it was her faded in the background as I brought her body closer to climax.
“Squeeze my cock with your wet cunt.”
The moment her body took off, I was lost. Her moans echoed in the room as she closed her eyes. Her nails dug into my skin, scratching, marking me, igniting my speed.
She was fucking amazing.
“That’s right, take this cock and come all over it.”
My orgasm was so close, but I wanted to make sure she was well past seeing stars before I shot off. “I like you so damn much, Kayla.” Little spasms from her pussy clenched my cock and her climax kept going as all the blood in my body traveled south to my dick.
With her smile, I lost it. Completely. Shudders racked my body as my orgasm soared, gaining altitude, and I came so fucking hard. Her pussy milked every drop. I reached my hand behind and freed her ankles.
I dropped down and trailed kisses over her face and then pulled her into me. I never wanted to let her go. Or, in pilot lingo—everything about her was definitely first class, and I knew this thing with her was a one-way ticket. Yeah, yeah, I know. At least I didn't go for the cockpit innuendo.
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“So, I have this wedding,” I started, once I had made her come again. This time all over my face.
“Oh, right, the wedding. Are you asking me to go?”
“You’re damn right I am.”
She grinned, snuggling in closer to me. “In that case, I’ll check my calendar.”
Chapter Thirteen
KAYLA
As I watched Steffie walk down the aisle, I g
rabbed Erik’s hand and gave it a little squeeze. The past week had been amazing, and I was so happy being here with him.
Although we had a rough start, I couldn’t wait to meet Steffie.
When I first decided to put Belinda on the Cupid’s Happy Hearts dating app, I had the best intentions for her. Her friendship over the years had helped me through a lot. She was the one person who always saw me for the real me.
Losing my parents was the worst thing ever to happen to me, and Belinda was my rock.
She deserved to find someone, and one day I hope she does. But, next time, there will be no meddling from me.
While watching Steffie and her groom say their ‘I do’s’, I leaned close to Erik’s ear. “She looks great.”
He raised his eyebrow at me, and I laughed. Quietly, of course.
Honestly, she did look great. She was in love, and it showed. Funny how we search for love, but sometimes it finds us instead.
I wasn’t searching for Erik but found him anyway.
Handling Belinda’s messages was a no brainer. She needed the little push to engage. When Erik’s message came through, I thought he’d be perfect for her. He was funny, and his profile picture wasn’t bad either.
I only planned to flirt a little to gain interest. Then when I talked Belinda into the date...she seemed excited to go.
When she came home from the first date, she wasn’t sold on him. I was shocked. How could she not be?
I didn’t give up, but seeing him in person was when something changed in me.
I couldn’t stop messaging him. I couldn’t get enough of him.
Finding out my boyfriend was cheating on me was a low blow and a shot straight to my self-esteem.
Looking back, it had been over for a while between us, but it still hurt. Talking to Erik distracted me.
It took my mind off it. I didn’t know how to tell Belinda or Erik what was going on in my head and heart.
Then I needed to decide, should I let her have this amazing man? Should I keep pushing for them to be together? She deserved him.
I wanted her to have everything.
On the double date, I thought they were hitting it off. I thought for a moment she’d changed her mind, and I was ready to walk away.
I wanted her to have it all...with him.
He could make her happy.
But, when she wanted to go home, I pulled her aside. I asked her what she was doing.
“Belinda, Erik is a great guy,” I said outside of the club.
“Well, you date him. He isn’t the one for me.”
“I have a confession.”
I spilled my guts to her. Every detail about the site, the messages, the feelings...all of it.
Surprisingly she was fine with it. She told me to go for it with him.
So, when he met me in the hallway, I kissed him.
I wanted to go to his house, but I had to make sure he didn’t like her. That he wasn’t harboring some crush on her.
That night. Oh, god, that night. It was so wrong. Every part of it. But, I couldn’t stop. I had intended on telling him the truth in the messages, but everything escalated so quickly. Well, you know the rest.
After the ceremony, we made our way, hand in hand, to the reception area.
His mother rushed over to us and pulled Erik in for a hug. “Wasn’t the wedding lovely, Erik?” she beamed.
“Yeah, it was. Mom, this is Kayla.” I smiled and she reached in and hugged me. Her hug and happiness to meet me was so sincere it almost made me cry. It made me miss my own mother. We chatted with her for a few minutes and then went to the bar. Erik ordered me a Cape Cod, and as I took a sip, two women approached, both with their eyes glued on me.
They stopped in front us. “Wow. Good job, Erik,” said a girl who looked exactly like Erik. No doubt the twin he’d mentioned.
I smiled at her. “Lexi, I’m guessing.”
“That’s me, the better twin.” She winked at me. “You’re gorgeous. Let’s go show you off,” she said.
Erik slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me in close. “Calm down, Lexi.” He then introduced me to his younger sister, Marley. She was very pretty, and I chatted to her about going away to college. She was set to head to New York in the fall to start school. Pre-med. Her brown hair fell down the middle of her back as she laughed along with Lexi.
“Okay, enough chit chat,” Lexi said. “Let’s go introduce you to the happy bride.”
I glanced over at Eric. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You don’t have to go and meet her. I no longer care what she thinks or anything about parading someone around to make her mad.”
I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Well, we came all the way here. Might as well go say hello.”
“Too late, dammit,” Lexi said as the guests began taking their seats. I laughed and we went and found our table.
After a while, the bride and groom were introduced into the room. I sat between Erik and Marley as we listened to the best man and maid-of-honor give their toasts.
Erik wrapped his arm around me, and I smiled at him.
We dined, and I couldn’t stop laughing as Lexi told crazy stories, one after another. Steffie and her husband were making their rounds, stopping at each table to say their hellos.
Before they reached our table, Erik leaned in and asked, “Want to dance?”
“Absolutely.” He led me to the dance floor and when the song ended, we were standing face to face with Steffie and her new husband.
“Erik,” Steffie said.
“Steffie.” He introduced me to her as she introduced her husband, Mark, to us.
I reached out my hand and shook hers. “You look amazing. I really wish you and Mark all the happiness in the world.”
Erik smiled, and as we walked away he leaned closer to me. “That was so sweet of you. Almost as sweet as your cookie.”
I laughed. “Well, that’s what you do when someone gives up a wonderful guy like you.”
He cupped my cheek and drew me in for a kiss. “How about we sneak out of here and go play that naughty flight attendant game?”
I was wet instantly at the sound of his raspy voice. God, I loved his voice. I grabbed his hand. “Let's go, Mr. Kickass Pilot. I'm feeling very naughty.”
Our story was far from over, but this was it for now.
The End
Thank you for reading Date Me and if you could take a moment and let me know what you thought by leaving a review on Amazon.
I have a few people to thank for helping me with this book and getting it to production.
As always thanks to my brother Jacob. He’s the one person who is always there for me and always has my back. Thank you, Jacob.
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Work, Study, eat, and repeat. For the life of a pre-med student Kelli Jacobson has her work cut out for her.
To make matters worse, her professor Houston Dale is one of the hardest teachers around. His sole purpose is to make each student suffer.
When Kelli is asked to be his assistant for the semester forbidden sparks will fly between them.
Houston Dale hates teaching Anatomy. With a secret past he won’t let anyone get too close.
But, when his assistant lives across an alleyway and he can see all the naughty things she does in her bedroom at night, Houston can’t contain himself.
Forced to choose between his past and present, will Houston be able to be strong enough to withstand the temptation of his student?
This is a forbidden Professor/Student affair. Get ready as Houston and Kelli heat up the pages and your hearts.
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Follow Erik’s younger sister Marley as she travels to college and deals with her new professor.
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Pollock Clark is a criminal.
In the depth of poverty, he turned down the only road he knew.
A life of crime.
One miscalculation and his life changed forever.
His hostage, Katy Dale, heiress to an empire, is not the type of woman to mess with.
With no one to believe in him, Pollock must find his way out of the confines which hold him prisoner.
Will he break her before she breaks him?
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