"It is." Peyton picked her head up and glanced at Logan from the corner of her eye. "You are enough." She bit her bottom lip, still sleepy but more aware now that she had to think how she was going to word this to Logan without offending him. "What you did for your mom does not make you a monster. It makes you a helpless kid who didn't think there was anywhere left for him to go. The only time you're a monster is when you're fucking me with your cock and I'm screaming your name."
Logan clenched his jaw together but the damage was done. She could feel him stir against her, even as she settled back down. His lips found the part of her neck where it met her shoulder and he began trailing wet kisses up and down her throat. His hands trailed up to her breasts and he slowly began to caress her nipples.
She was damaged and bruised and in a sizable amount of pain but there was nothing that could keep her away from the feeling of Logan's cock inside of her, filling her up, and making her feel complete.
Chapter 15
Sunrise came too soon, especially considering it was still a school day and Peyton couldn't afford to miss any more class. Her wounds were superficial, and as much as she wanted to use them as an excuse to miss class, she couldn't. A part of her didn't want to be alone, either, and since today was her day with Logan, she decided she could put effort into going to class.
She didn't move right away, though. Currently, Logan's face was on her shoulder, her arms holding her to him as his arm was positioned on her waist. It was almost as though he was afraid of letting her go, as though she was going to slip away into the night with no precursor, no warning. Peyton smiled softly and tightened her grip on him. He was easier to read than she initially believed. That, or he was letting his guard down with her. Either way, she was happy about it. Either way, she didn't want this feeling to go away.
After another few moments, she felt Logan stir and it wasn't long before he picked up his head to look at her. He didn't say anything to her. Instead, she gave him a small smile and he raised his head in order to give her a long, deep kiss. It didn't matter that there was morning breath between the two of them, he just had to kiss her, to connect with her in that way.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he murmured, resting his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. "You have me, Peyton. You fucking have me. Do you understand?" He opened his eyes, locking eyes with her and attempting to read them.
She smiled. Of course she knew what he meant.
"I love you too, Logan," she murmured, almost shyly.
Logan didn't smile at her admission. He continued to stare at her, almost as though he didn't quite believe, believe that someone could love someone like him. The truth was, Logan wasn't exactly the easiest person to love but that didn't mean he deserved love less.
They showered together and he made love to her in the bathtub by bending her forward and taking her from behind. She preferred this position, if she was being honest. She loved the way he gripped her hips, the way he ran his hands over the small of her back, the way he cocked his head to the side so he could view her from a different angle. His cock was hard and firm, stretching her more than she thought she could be stretched, hurting her just a little bit. But they both experienced their bouts of pleasure, and just after Peyton came, Logan followed suit.
They dressed in comfortable silence. Logan let Peyton borrow one of his shirts that she paired with her leggings so it wouldn't look as though she wore the same thing as yesterday. Logan's hand was still in his splint so he made somewhat of an effort to keep the splint from getting wet but he didn't always succeed and Peyton always lectured him about it. Of course, Logan didn't pay much attention to what she had to say but nodded anyway, and then, they were off to grab a quick bite to eat before class.
Logan arrived in the classroom first. Peyton ate her food and followed a few minutes later so no one would suspect they came together. The problem was, hanging back as long as she did made her late. And if Logan wanted to keep up appearances, he had to call her out on it.
"Well, well, fucking well," he drawled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Peyton froze in the middle of the desks, not realizing what was happening until her eyes darted to the wall clock and she knew what he was doing. She clenched her jaw. He was enjoying this too much. "Ms. Hart is tardy once again. And judging by your outfit... I'd say walk of shame? Maybe your boyfriend should buy you a fucking watch."
Peyton furrowed her brow. "Who said he was my boyfriend?" she quipped. She shot him a challenging stare and tried to keep her smirk in check so she didn't give them away.
She was still reeling from the fact that he actually called her out in front of the entire class.
Logan's brow shot straight up, wrinkling his forehead. Even his mouth had fallen just so, leaving a small, surprised gap. His eyes filled with pride, however, and Peyton took that cue to sit down in her seat.
"Well, whatever he is," Logan said slowly, "make sure he fucking buys you a watch for Christmas."
"I don't know," Peyton said with a shrug. "I think he likes waiting on me."
Logan wanted to argue. He did not want to give Peyton the satisfaction of having the last word, but he had to bite his lip and refrain. He couldn't say anything in front of the class, knowing it would certainly give them away.
Class went by in the same fashion. He didn't continually pick on her. However, every now and then, during his lecture, he let his eyes linger a little too long, soften a little too much, and when he smiled, it was genuine and not hard, not arrogant. In fact, Peyton wondered if anyone else could tell the difference between how he was now and how he used to be. Because she certainly could. And if he wasn't careful, people might start noticing it only happened when his eyes rested on Peyton.
Yeah, right, Peyton thought to herself. Maybe you notice the difference in him because you know him better than anyone else here but no one else would be able to tell the difference. I think you're safe, for now, at least.
When class was dismissed, Peyton took her time collecting the rest of her things. Once the last student walked out the door, Logan locked it from the inside and turned to head toward Peyton, still adjacent to her desk.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, looking at me the way you were looking at me during class today?" he asked in a husky growl, his eyes already getting overcast with lust as he took her in. "I was ready to bend you over my fucking lap and spank your bare ass in front of everyone for being so honest about your fucking desire for me."
Peyton could feel her eyes darken, and she squeezed her inner core to keep from shuddering. She couldn't stop the whimper from leaving her lips if she tried, however, and upon hearing it, his eyes widened slightly.
"Fucking Christ, you're goddamn insatiable," he muttered.
"You love it," she told him. She hadn't moved from her desk and continued to wait for Logan to meet her at her chair.
"Fuck, I do," he agreed with a nod of his head.
When he reached where Peyton still sat, she wasted no time reaching for his jeans and undoing the denim. Her fingers slipped past his waistline and pulled the jeans down, along with his boxers so his already-hard member sprung free. She didn't give him a moment to contain himself. She immediately put his cock in her mouth, staying seated so she could look up at him as she sucked on his skin.
"Oh, fuck," he said in a disbelieving whisper. "You never cease to fucking amaze me."
Her hands found their natural positions on him: one grabbed the base of his cock while the other jerked him off, following her mouth's ministrations so even though she couldn't get his full cock inside her throat, the whole thing was being touched and stimulated in some way.
"Look at me, sweetheart," he muttered and she rolled her eyes up instead of focusing on his hardness. "That's right. There's you go. Shit, I love the way you look at me."
After a moment, he reached down and picked her up by her arms, carrying her over to his desk and lying her down flat on the surface. Luckily, he never kept anything on it due to the fact tha
t he never had course material for his students. She could feel his cock press insistently against her thigh as she looked at him through hooded eyes, biting her bottom lip as a smile tried to break free onto her face.
"Jesus, you're incredible," he told her, his eyes going through every inch of her skin, counting every freckle on her face, every eyelash. Peyton felt her breath stolen from her. Nobody had ever looked at her this way before, no one had ever made her feel beautiful.
Logan reached down and tugged on the hemline of her shirt. Peyton sat up and raised her arms up so he could pull off her shirt. He let it drop to the floor without following it to the ground. Instead, he reached behind Peyton and unclasped her bra, letting that drop away as well. His eyes turned bronze but he didn't stop. He unbuttoned her jeans and she leaned back so he could slowly peel them off her body until she was left in only her thong. That disappeared as well, but not before Logan smelled her scent, her desire for him. Peyton licked her bottom lip. She couldn't believe some of the things he did and the way those things made her feel.
Once she was completely nude, he started to work on himself. He pulled off his leather jacket, then his shirt so Peyton could feast her eyes on his bare chest, on the salt and pepper trail of hair sprinkled over his torso, the way his lean body form a V just before his jeans began. His fingers undid the button of his pants before sliding the denim and his underwear off into a pile.
They were completely nude in his classroom, a public place. Logan had locked the door, yes, but certain people had the master keys and could walk in on them at any moment. She felt her lips moisten at the thought of being caught with Logan's cock inside of her, stretching her out to the point where it hurt.
He didn't immediately fuck her like he typically did. His eyes went over her body, and she knew he was taking in the fading bruises, where his brother had hurt her. Peyton wasn't ashamed of her injury; she let him look her over without covering up. She felt her nipples get hard due to the cold mixed with Logan's stare. Logan seemed to notice it as well, reaching out his arm so his fingers started to caress her nipples. She let out a grunt, her eyes slipping close as she arched up into his touch.
She gasped and his eyes darkened at the sound. He continued to caress her, infusing pleasure mixed with a slight prickle of pain due to how hard they were, due to how cold she was. He dropped one hand from her breast and trailed it down her stomach, following the curves of her body. He seemed mesmerized by her body, the way it curved in and out like an hourglass.
When he reached her mound, she bucked up at him, insistent and impatient. A smile slid across his face as he caressed her skin, the inside of her thighs, with just the tips of his fingers. The caress was light but it seemed like it burned her flesh, like he was going to leave a trail of fingerprints embedded in her skin from the slightest of touches.
Then, when he was ready, he slid his index finger into the folds of her core, slowly pushing through until he fit the entire digit inside of her.
"Jesus," he said, in awe. "You're so fucking wet for me."
Peyton whimpered at the feeling of being impaled by his finger, enjoying the feeling of some piece of him inside of her. She had no idea why he seemed surprised by her slick interior. Did he not know this was a common occurrence just being around him?
"You don't know what you do to me," she managed to get out. Her eyes were hooded; she could barely see him even though he was standing right in front of her. They were filled with a lusty haze that seemed to follow him when she looked at him, like a special aura that was his and his alone.
With one hand, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off of his waist. Peyton's eyes dropped so she could see his long and hard he was for her, and she wasn't disappointed to find his member throbbing with the need to bury itself into her. She clenched her core around his finger just thinking about it, and he hissed in response.
"Fuck, what did I do to fucking deserve you?" he asked and Peyton could tell the question was more for him than it was for her.
"Careful, now," Peyton teased. "You almost sound romantic."
Logan's lips turned up. "We can't have that, now, can we?" he murmured.
"Definitely not," she agreed.
At that moment, he took her thighs beneath his palms and spread them further.
"I imagined doing this to you from that fucking moment in class," Logan said, his eyes staring at the milky white flesh beneath his large hands. "I used you to demonstrate Carter's statement. Do you remember that day?"
"How could I forget?" Peyton murmured. "I could feel you against me, how badly you wanted me."
Logan closed his eyes as a moan escaped his mouth. His grip on her thighs tightened and his thumbs danced on the edge of her mound, where her lips protected her opening and her clit.
"I would have fucked your right there, in front of everyone," he told her, a promise in his tone, and she could hear the raw honesty in his voice, which only furthered her need for him. "Just to let them know that you were fucking mine, in that one moment. And that I ruined you for anyone else."
Peyton popped open an eye. "You're pretty cocky, aren't you?" she asked.
"With good reason," he told her.
Without warning, he slammed his cock into her opening so she fully sheathed him in her warmth. It hurt, she wouldn't lie, and the moan that came out of her mouth was mixed with both pain and pleasure. But she couldn't stop him, not when he felt so good inside of her. Not when he belonged there. His hands moved from her thighs to her breasts so they could pinch and caress her nipples as he began to move inside of her. Peyton moaned once more, arching her back up so her buttocks was off the ground and he had better access to hit her in just the right spot with his cock.
Her fingers found her clit and she began to move them back and forth, slow at first and then fast, to keep up with his manic thrusting.
"That's right, sweetheart," Logan breathed, his eyes now dark gold as they found Peyton's hand. "Touch yourself."
She whimpered. Something about his voice just did something to her. It was as though it was connected to her core and every time he opened his mouth, little lightning bolts struck her and sent tingles of electricity all throughout her body.
"That's right," he said once more. "Come for me. Come all over my cock. Take it from me."
And she did. Her pelvis got light, like it had wings, and she knew she was close. Her eyes were just about to roll back but Logan stopped her.
"Look at me," he commanded her, leaving no room for argument. "Fucking look at me while you come. I want to see you."
And she did. Her breathing hitched and her eyes fluttered because they instinctively wanted to close but the way he stared at her forced her to keep them open, to stare into his eyes as she convulsed around his cock. He continued to thrust inside of her, keeping the rhythm steady, and the second she finished, he allowed himself to spill inside of her. He grunted as he came but he continued to fuck her until he was soft before collapsing on top of her, making sure to keep his weight off of her as best as he could while still remaining close to her.
For a minute, they just stayed there, skin to skin, their damp bodies glistening in tandem. He liked to touch her when they finished, tracing her curves or drawing mindless patterns in her skin. She liked to think it was because he was memorizing the way her skin felt beneath his fingers.
When he finally slipped out of her, he stood, readjusting his clothing. He helped Peyton up and slid her underwear back up her legs slowly, letting his fingers make trails up her skin which caused little volts of lightning through her body. She got dressed, taking her time as she did so. Perhaps she should hurry but even though they had just fucked in his classroom - which was a relatively public place - she didn't feel any particular sense of urgency.
"You look like you just got fucked," Logan told her, a small smile on his face as he tugged on a strand of her messy blonde hair.
Peyton chuckled. "I did," she said. "Probably won't be able to walk straight for the next
three hours."
Despite his arrogance, he preened at the compliment. She leaned against his desk, her eyes still filled with lust, though that was slowly dissipating. Her eyes went over his hair, his clothes. He looked like he hadn't even broken out in a sweat and she almost reached out and ruffled his hair just so he could look like he had gotten fucked, too. But he had an intro class to teach, and she had office hours she needed to worry about. She started to run her fingers through her hair, trying to calm down the unruly tresses. Logan grabbed her hands gently to prevent her from continuing.
"I fucking love your messy hair," he told her.
"It's sex hair," she pointed out.
"Damn right it is," he told her.
At that moment, someone tried to open the classroom door. When they got nowhere, they started knocking on the door. Logan and Peyton shared a glance. Without a word, Peyton slid underneath Logan's desk and he walked around it to answer the knock.
Peyton pressed her knees to her chest, her entire body tense. She couldn't see who was at the door but the fact that someone was actually knocking on the door meant they wanted to come in. Which meant Logan would need to get rid of them so Peyton could slip out. If not, it would look extremely suspicious that Logan and Peyton were alone behind a locked door. Classroom doors shouldn't be locked during school hours, per the university's policy in the first place. Add that with the fact that Peyton was not only his TA but his student would get Logan in a hell of a lot of trouble. She held her breath. She couldn't make a sound. Hopefully, Logan would be able to scare them away, whoever it was.
"Logan Jeffrey?" a deep male voice asked.
There was a long pause. Peyton imagined that this was Logan sizing up whoever it was that was asking, deciding what sort of attitude he should give them, if attitude was warranted in the first place.
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