DoingLogan

by Rhian Cahill

  He took her up, drove her to the peak with a determination that bordered on desperation. His mouth ate at hers until breath became secondary. Tongues met and dueled as each fought for what they wanted, what they craved. Slick slides became frantic thrusts and need took hold. Their hips rocked, bumped hard on soft and Meredith felt the beginning throb of her second orgasm building deep in her core.

  She ripped her mouth from his. “More.”

  Her fingers pulled at his clothes. Fabric tore as buttons popped but her only care was for naked skin. She wanted to feel him with her fingers. Yanking the shirt clear of his pants, Meredith pushed it over his shoulders. With a growl he lifted to his knees. Logan quickly removed his shirt and went to work on his trousers.

  “Get your clothes off.” His order sent a shiver down her spine. “Now.”

  The shiver turned into a quake and Meredith’s hands trembled as she did as he asked. She snapped the front clasp of her bra and the cups fell to the side revealing her hard nipples and aching breasts. Her hands went to her waistband as Logan’s zipper slid down. His cock sprang free and her breath caught.

  She’d nicknamed her ex Dirk-the-dickless because he’d lacked any real skill but compared to Logan he was dickless. As she stared transfixed by the cock in front of her Meredith wondered how the hell it would fit.

  “Don’t worry, Meredith, it’ll fit just fine.”

  Her gaze darted to his. The smile on his face told her she’d spoken the words out loud. There wasn’t time to feel embarrassed as Logan scooted back on the bed until he sat between her legs, his large hands pushing her skirt up around her hips. Strong fingers found their way into the sides of her panties and pulled. The lacy underwear slid as far as her spread thighs would allow. A frustrated groan fell from Logan’s lips.

  “Are you fond of these?”

  She shook her head.

  He didn’t comment, just got a better grip on the flimsy material and tore them off. Lace flew through the air as he tossed them over his shoulder.

  “Jeez, Meredith.”

  His strangled words drew her gaze back to his face. He stared at her pussy with such lust that her womb clenched, cream slid from her folds and ran down between her ass cheeks to the bed beneath.

  “I love a woman who isn’t afraid to be one.” Logan reached out and ran his fingers through her trimmed pubic hair and she was thankful she’d taken the time to prepare earlier. “The bare little-girl look does nothing for me but a well-groomed woman makes me hotter than hell. Meredith, I think this is the sexiest cunt I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  His use of the crude word did more to Meredith’s senses than anything she’d ever heard before. His fingers continued to comb her neatly trimmed hair but he avoided where she wanted him most. She jerked, her hips bucking in an attempt to move his hand lower.

  Logan put his other hand on her stomach and pushed her back to the bed. “No. Stay still. I may want to fuck you more than my next breath but I want to savor every second of our first time together.”

  Meredith’s back arched as desire shot along her veins. Her stomach tightened and the simmering pool of arousal boiled sending more juice flowing from her center.

  “Oh, you like that?” She felt his fingers part her folds. “You like it when I talk dirty?”

  He circled her opening with his fingertips before pushing one inside. Her muscles encircled the invading digit, convulsing as she tilted her pelvis and tried to take him deeper.

  “You’re so wet for me.”

  He thrust his finger all the way in and spasms rippled along its length.

  “So hot.”

  Logan added a second finger to the first.

  “So tight.”

  Meredith moaned and her head thrashed on the pillow. Sensation splintered and burst out, making her back bow.

  “Jesus, Meredith, I can’t wait to have my cock buried in this tight cunt.”

  Meredith shattered.

  A scream tore from her throat. The hoarse cry followed by a plea for sanity.

  “Logan.”

  Chapter Two

  Logan watched as Meredith came apart and knew he was in big trouble. If she didn’t agree to spend the rest of her life with him he’d die. He’d known he was in deep before laying a hand on her, but now that he’d felt her smooth-as-silk skin—made her scream his name when she came—he couldn’t imagine not being able to do it again. And again.

  Like a firecracker, she’d exploded under his touch. Her total abandon inspired the need to repeat the last few minutes over and over. The look of surprise mixed with ecstasy swirling in her eyes as she went over the top almost did him in. Logan was sure he’d ground half the enamel off his back teeth from clenching his jaw hard in his effort to stop from coming like a randy teenager.

  He continued to stroke her cunt, slow gentle caresses to bring her down from the peak but still keep her aroused. Meredith lay limp on the bed, her legs flopped to the side and knees spread wide, giving him a perfect view of his hand as he worked her. Her folds were plump and flushed with blood but it was the slick cream coating her entire slit and his fingers that he focused on now. Her spicy aroma drifted up to tantalize his senses further and Logan’s mouth watered for a taste.

  Meredith’s body shuddered as the final waves of her climax subsided. Slumberous eyes looked at him through hooded lids and he leaned forward to drop a quick kiss on her lips before making his way down to the prized dish waiting to be sampled. He inhaled deeply and pulled in a lungful of her scent. With his mouth poised above her mound, he blew a puff of air over her dampness. Her hips jerked as a moan slipped from her throat.

  She was gorgeous. Lush curves painted pink from exertion and satisfaction, she glowed and Logan had the sudden urge to lick every inch of her. From head to toe he wanted to feast on all that female flesh. He’d get to that, but right now he wanted to taste the honeyed cream between her legs. He used his thumbs to part her lips and with the flat of his tongue, Logan laved from her dripping opening to her clit and back again.

  Her hips bucked, thrusting her hot cunt into his mouth. He lapped at her, nibbled her folds and pushed the pointed tip of his tongue inside her. Juices flowed over his chin and filled his mouth with her flavor. Logan ate at her until she writhed under him. Pressing his forearms down on her thighs, he pinned her to the bed and took his fill, his greed for more of her taste driving both of them wild.

  Logan’s cock ached and he rocked his hips into the mattress. The soft quilt did little to ease the fire beginning to rage in his balls. His sac pulled up tight, his testicles tucked up under his hard-on as more blood pumped into his erection. Dampness spread on the bedding as pre-cum leaked out in ever-increasing amounts. Urgency roared through him. He needed to fuck her. Hard and fast until she screamed his name again.

  Desperate to be inside her, but loath to stop the pleasure consuming them both, Logan reached around to the back pocket of his pants and the condom he knew was in his wallet. Frustrated at his inability to accomplish his goal he growled and pulled back completely. Letting go of that sweet cunt was the hardest thing he’d ever done. He jumped from the bed, yanked his wallet out with one hand while pushing his trousers down with the other.

  Meredith’s cry of alarm had him reassuring her. “Not going anywhere. Condom.”

  Logan toed off his shoes and shucked his pants in one move. He tore open the foil packet and sheathed himself as he climbed back onto the bed between her splayed legs. Hooking his arms behind Meredith’s knees, he lifted and pushed them back toward her chest, spreading her wide and opening her cunt to his cock.

  He lined up the mushroom-shaped head with her entrance and with a flex of his hips drove into her to the hilt. She screamed and her muscles locked around his shaft with the first spasm of a climax that took them both by surprise. Meredith gasped for breath and Logan prayed he wouldn’t embarrass himself by coming too soon. His balls and cock burned, his spine tingled and he knew she would drag him over the edge in seconds.
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  An electric hum pulsed low and deep, blood pounded in his ears and raged through his bloodstream. Fierce need dragged across every nerve and Logan did the only thing he could. He fucked her. Hard. Fast. Each thrust plunged his cock into the clutching heat of her cunt. A blaze unlike any he’d ever felt started in his balls and spewed out to devour all in its way. Thunderstruck by the intensity of the orgasm that charged over him, Logan could do no more than groan and let it swallow him whole.

  Harsh breath rasped in his chest as he collapsed forward, his face buried in the crook of her neck. The smell of sex and sweat filled his nostrils and his cock pulsed with a final spurt of cum as he emptied himself into the condom. Meredith’s breaths panted in his ear and her skin, hot and sticky, stuck to his. Logan knew he needed to get off before his weight crushed her, but he didn’t have the energy to think straight, never mind move.

  He locked his elbows and lifted. His cock pulled from Meredith with a slurp and her cunt walls sucked at his retreating flesh, sending ripples of desire skittering along his skin. Logan’s cock twitched and grew harder. They hadn’t even caught their breath after the mind-blowing sex of moments ago and already his body yearned for more.

  With a grunt, Logan flipped onto his back. Meredith hadn’t said a word but then he didn’t think he could speak yet either. He’d never come so hard in his life. Every muscle throbbed with an ache that reminded him of the pleasure still pulsing inside him. Staring at the ceiling he tried to find the right words but nothing would do this moment justice. He could still feel her tightness gripping him, her wet heat bathing his cock in ecstasy. His body clenched with remembered sensation.

  Logan turned his head to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath she took. Her nipples topped the creamy globes of her breasts like berries on ice cream. The need to taste them, to taste the rest of her smooth skin urged him up. He removed the used condom and tossed it in the bin at the side of the bed before turning back to explore the woman next to him.

  He used a fingertip to rim her bellybutton. Her stomach quivered and she sucked in a breath. A second finger touched silky flesh and Logan drew wider and wider circles around the tiny indentation. Her breath hitched on a gasp as he trailed his hand up to the under swell of her breast. Meredith wasn’t large-breasted but she had more than a handful, plenty to appease his needs. Logan gave each nipple the same treatment as her bellybutton.

  “Mmm…”

  The hum vibrating up her throat encouraged him to continue. Resting on his side, his head propped up with one hand, Logan enjoyed the feel of her skin against his. Soft and warm, still a little damp from their lovemaking, he tested every rise, every fall. Her ribs, barely visible along her side, her collarbones that led to the tender hollow where her pulse beat strong and steady. He paid special attention to the globes now lifting and falling faster with her quickened breath.

  Arousal rose along with the goose bumps peppering her chest. He leaned forward, wrapped his lips around a taut nipple and sucked hard. Pulling it deep, Logan pushed it against the roof of his mouth. Her back arched, lifting her pebbled peak for him to feast on. Her hum turned to a moan. With a slowness that teased them both, he continued to worship her body. He removed the tangled mess of her shirt and bra, pushed her scrunched-up skirt down her legs as he descended her body. By the time he reached her mound Meredith strained toward him.

  Her legs parted slightly and a more enticing invitation had never been issued. He slid his tongue between her folds, flicked at her clit and went deeper to taste her juices once more. Musky aroma surrounded him and Logan’s hardening erection pulsed. Keeping his movements easy, he savored her sex like a fine dessert. The lush flavor a delicious combination of hot sex and Meredith, he could spend days eating her out and never get enough.

  Each lick, every nibble and slide of his tongue inflamed them more. The urge to rush pushed at him but Logan wanted to go slow this time. Their first round had been fast and furious and he had every intention of this time being a slow slide into satisfaction.

  Meredith tried to catch her breath. Logan was driving her to distraction with his leisurely exploration. She twisted on the bed, tried to urge him to go faster, deeper. Nothing she did worked. He seemed content to take his time, in no rush to find the pleasure waiting for them. Her body screamed with tension, poised on the brink of pure pleasure and the knife edge of torture.

  Razor-sharp need cut and sliced at senses already teased to their limits. With the slide of his fingers, Logan shoved her over the edge of sanity. Wanton desire ripped through her, the force shook her limbs and made her heart race at alarming speed. Meredith reared up, pushed him to his back and came over the top of him.

  With a savage desperation that would have scared her if she could think, she used her hands and mouth to torment him until he joined her in her frantic climb to the top. Her tongue curled around his cock to tease the sensitive gland. He groaned as his hips bucked sending the head of his shaft between her lips. She sucked him deep, taking him to the back of her throat while squeezing his balls with her hand.

  Logan fucked in and out of her mouth. Each thrust growing faster with every plunge. He gripped the side of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair and guiding her movements. She swirled her tongue and pressed two fingers to the sensitive area below his testicles. His hips surged up and her lips stretched to the point of pain as he slammed into her mouth.

  “Fuck.”

  The heated growl burst into the room as Logan grabbed her shoulders and dragged her off his pulsing flesh. He tugged her up his body and claimed her mouth in a fiery kiss. His hands circled her waist, lifting her to straddle his thighs and bring his cock in line with her pussy. She spread her knees and wiggled her hips, coating him in her cream. The head breached her body and Meredith braced herself for his glorious invasion.

  She couldn’t wait. Meredith placed her hands on his shoulders and drove her body down. Impaled on his length her muscles convulsed, clenched and unclenched the white-hot shaft buried inside her. Carnal pleasure filled her, raced out in thunderous waves, drowning every cell in rapture so strong her body stiffened and her mind went blank.

  Logan roared, drove up into her pussy again and again. A scream tore from her throat as a second blast of wicked delight exploded inside her. Stars sparkled before her eyes and Meredith collapsed on his chest. He held her pelvis in place, pounding his cock in and out of her quivery flesh until he too found the heights of passion.

  Warm spurts bathed her womb and Meredith realized they hadn’t used protection. She knew there could be consequences but it was unlikely and she couldn’t bring herself to be concerned about them now. The idea of being branded by Logan’s sperm gave her a thrill she didn’t want to examine too closely just yet. He’d told her this wasn’t a one-time deal but if she became pregnant it would be a lifetime one. They’d cross that bridge when they came to it—if they came to it.

  Right now she could do no more than lie there, her body limp with satisfaction and her mind whirling with the implications of what they’d done. What they would do. Because Meredith had no doubt in her mind that she and Logan would be doing this again. She’d deluded herself into believing getting him into her bed was about sex and all the pleasure she’d never experienced before but she knew different now.

  At some point over the years this man had gotten under her skin. He’d even managed to worm his way into her heart. The kernel of feeling unfurling in her chest was something that should surprise her but didn’t. How had she not seen the depth of her feelings? With every heartbeat Meredith realized she’d done a brilliant job of pulling the wool over her own eyes, never mind her slimeball of an ex.

  “Wow.” The word slipped past her lips on a puff of air.

  “Yeah, wow just about covers it.”

  Logan’s equally awestruck words went a long way to appeasing the panic threatening to take hold.

  * * * * *

  Logan admired Mere
dith in silence. They were in a beachside café enjoying a leisurely Sunday brunch. They’d been dating for three weeks and he couldn’t fathom life without her now. She turned the page on her paper, her eyes meeting his and the smile that bloomed on her lips when she did had the same effect it always did. It made him hard and thrilled to have it aimed at him. He returned her smile before leaning forward to brush his mouth over hers.

  “Mmm… What was that for?”

  “Just because.” He grinned at the look of suspicion in her eyes.

  He didn’t blame her for not trusting him. Over the last few weeks he’d taken to surprising her with sneak attacks, each one designed to get her turned on no matter where they were. Just last night they’d had sex in the bathroom of the restaurant where they’d eaten dinner. Last week he’d made her come in the back row of the movie theater, the week before it had been a quick fuck on a secluded part of the beach.

  They hadn’t done all their making love in public though. Every room in both their houses had seen some action and she’d even given him a blowjob while he drove down the freeway. That had been the most scary and exhilarating experience of his life. Keeping control of the car while losing control of his body hadn’t been possible, he’d pulled off the road before he lost it completely.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not planning to ravish you in public today.” He waggled his eyebrows and leered at her in an exaggerated manner. “No, we’ll need complete privacy for what I have in mind.”

  The laughter that spilled from her lips had the blood fizzing in his veins. It had taken a while but finally she’d relaxed enough in their relationship to be herself in public. He was a sick man to get horny about that but there it was—a hard-on under the table. Maybe he could convince her to help him relieve his problem before they finished their food.

  “I know that smile, Logan. What are you thinking of asking me to do?” she murmured over the Sunday Times.