SEDUCTIVE: A Contemporary Romance Anthology

by Anthology

  I clenched my jaw, because thinking about my boyfriend was the surest way to get me out of the mood.

  Logan was relentless, though, in his desire to make me feel good. He’d had his hands on his legs but now he placed them on mine. That alone brought my brain to the present. Slowly, he slid them up until they were on my hips and then he brought them across my tummy. I felt every muscle tighten as I anticipated his next move. As his hands began drifting upwards, his lips still tickling my neck, I bit down on my lip.

  It started with his fingertips. He brushed them over my nipples that were rigid even though they were under water, teasing me with each feathery touch. I closed my eyes, trying to relax while enjoying the sensations that were rocking through every fiber of my body. It was just a fleeting thought, but I wondered how it was that the nerves of my breasts seemed somehow connected to other muscles, including those between my legs.

  As if he followed my train of thought, his right hand drifted back down my belly until he was swirling his fingers just above the area that was practically begging for attention. “Spread your legs apart a little, baby.”

  That made me feel naughty…but also more desirous. There was now no question that I would do anything he asked, because I trusted him and I knew he wanted to make me feel pleasure. When I did as he requested, he slid his fingers between my legs and slowly inched them towards that spot down there that was throbbing and needy, begging for his touch. At first, I couldn’t notice much because the water was so warm, but then, as he continued, I could sense just how amazing the stroke of his fingers felt. That was when I opened my legs farther and, as he continued, I noticed my body acting like it had a mind of its own. My pelvis tilted up, as if I could increase the pleasure by pressing against him.

  Ah…I could.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  I nodded my head but didn’t turn to look at him. I wasn’t quite confident enough yet in my sexuality—but admitting to something that was pretty obvious was easy. He continued massaging my slit and, after a while, I could feel the tension in my muscles building, but it felt like my body didn’t know what to do next. It seemed like I was heading toward something—and I knew logically what that was, because I’d heard and read plenty about orgasm, but I also knew that it wasn’t a guarantee. So when he asked if I was ready to get out of the tub, I told him I was.

  As I stood, I could tell how cool the water had grown, and I began shivering. Logan stepped out onto the bath mat then and, as the drain started slurping down the water, he said, “Let’s get you dried off.” He grabbed a fluffy black towel, thicker than any I had at my house, and draped it over my shoulders.

  Holy crap. His dick was still ramrod straight.

  Then he took another towel and began patting me dry. As he worked his way down my body, he licked my nipples until I was again breathing more deeply. Working the towel around to my butt and the back of my thighs, he began kissing the front of my belly and my legs, renewing that sense of desire. I wasn’t cold anymore.

  He wrapped the other towel around my waist and stood. As he cupped my jaw in his hands, I looked up in his eyes. I could barely see the blue around those black pupils, enlarged and desirous. “You are so fucking beautiful, Briana,” he said before bringing his lips to mine.

  I closed my eyes. I’d always loved lip-on-lip action, but the problem with kissing Brendan was that I’d get all excited and heated up and then we’d stop. Now, kissing his father, I knew there would be a satisfying outcome.

  But I hadn’t expected the kiss I got.

  He moved slowly, thoughtfully, and his lips simply grazed mine at first, sending another shiver through my body. When he finally parted his lips, I responded, but he didn’t just jam his tongue into my mouth. Instead, he tickled my bottom lip with it, teasing me with just a little touch. Then he entered my mouth, slowly and in control, and I felt a surge of chemicals dump into my body as I enjoyed the taste of him. I realized then that my hands were on his chest, my fingernails almost digging into his flesh as I tried to maintain control. His lips were driving me crazy, and I realized then that I’d never been kissed like this. Brendan wasn’t a bad kisser, but he had nothing on his father—he was a boy; his father was a man…and just this kiss alone made me love the man.

  Every nerve on my body stood at attention, begging to be taken. I’d wanted this for so long, had wanted to experience becoming a woman, and now I was glad it was Logan and not Brendan. My boyfriend might have been the sweetest guy I knew, but his father’s experience was evident—and just what I needed.

  “Are you ready, baby?”

  Breathlessly, I answered. “Yes.”

  He quickly toweled himself off while I wrapped my head in one of the towels before he led me by the hand through the door into his bedroom. At the foot of the bed, he kissed me again and his cock digging into my lower belly gave me a sense of urgency. After a minute or two of intense, steamy kisses, Logan led me to the side of the bed and pulled back the covers. “Are you cold?”

  “Not anymore.”

  With that, he gently took the towel off my head and then unwrapped the one around my waist, tossing them both to the floor. “You really are a sight for sore eyes, Briana.”

  I’d never fully understood that saying, but now wasn’t the time to talk about it. He pulled me into his arms again, kissed me hard, and then lay me back on the bed. It was finally happening.

  Once more, he asked the same question. “Are you ready?”

  I nodded. God, I was more than ready, dying to experience sex.

  “Let me get a condom.”

  “You don’t have to,” I said, and he looked at me through confused eyes. “I’m on the pill.”

  “Oh, fuck me.” At first, I wasn’t sure why he said that. “I’m clean, Briana. I swear. So if you trust me…”

  Why wouldn’t I? Logan had been honest, gentle, and caring with me thus far. Why wouldn’t I trust him? I nodded once more.

  He immersed me in another kiss while he positioned himself between my two spread legs. I could feel his cock pressing against my pussy and I took a deep breath through my nose while waiting for him to penetrate.

  Holy shit. When he did, I was somewhat surprised by the pain. In spite of everything I’d done—smoking the pot, taking a long warm bath, trying to relax—it hurt like hell. It felt like I was being split in two. But I bit my lip, trying to be strong.

  Logan opened his eyes and must have seen the pain etched in my face. “Oh, baby. I can stop if you want.” He paused, holding his body still.

  “No,” I said, my voice coming out as a light breath. “I gotta get this over with. I have to do it sometime and at least you’re going slow and being gentle. And I’m as relaxed as I’m ever gonna be. Yeah, it really hurts, but I think if I just get it over with, I’ll feel better.” His eyes, filled with compassion, didn’t seem completely convinced. So I stroked his whiskery cheek with my fingers. “Besides, it’s you—and I don’t want anyone else doing this to me.”

  He swallowed. “Okay.”

  And he continued. Yes, he was moving slowly but each thrust brought new pain and agony with it. After a few minutes, though, he came and, after waiting another minute, once he withdrew, I felt intense relief.

  Although he brought me to his chest and stroked my hair, I wasn’t able to fall asleep like he did. The pain was too intense. Sleep would have been a welcome relief, though, because the physical pain was nothing compared to the guilt I now felt. I’d just cheated on Brendan—with his dad, no less. What the hell was I going to tell him?

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The next day was so strange. A lot of the guilt had floated away, much like steam off a plate of food that cools, leaving you with nothing but warmth and flavor. But I had to talk to someone about what had happened. If I didn’t, I was going to explode.

  So I texted Chelsea. I have to tell you what I did last night—but I’m afraid of what you’ll think.

  Not five seconds had passed when Chels
ea texted me back. Coming over now!

  Crap. Reality was stickier. What would I tell her? I wanted to…but I was also worried about what she’d think. And there would be no pretending it didn’t happen, because I was moving like I was sore—which I was. I wondered if it was because Logan’s member was so big or if any guy would have made me hurt. It seemed like such a tight fit.

  Chelsea showed up half an hour later with cherry slushes, one of our favorite treats. “I am dying to hear what you did!” As we walked into the living room, she asked, “What’s wrong? You act like it hurts to walk.”

  “It kind of does.”

  Chelsea cocked a coiffed eyebrow but said nothing till we sat on the loveseat. She tucked her legs underneath her body but I was too uncomfortable to try. “So…talk!”

  I pursed my lips, still tasting the cool cherry flavor on my tongue, but it was easy to transport my mind back to last night. Up until Logan entered me, I was having the time of my life. But even once the pain started, I relished the moment, because I knew the ache of losing my virginity was a rite of passage. I was now fully a woman. So now I felt like I needed to just get it over with and tell my bestie the truth. “I, uh…I lost my virginity last night.”

  Chelsea could barely choke down the mouthful of slush she’d just sucked through the red straw. “What?!” I smiled, pursing my lips together. “You’re serious!”

  “Yes!”

  “But…but Brendan’s gone right now, right?”

  I nodded. “You know he didn’t want to have sex with me.”

  “He didn’t say never.”

  “Well…it was starting to feel like it. And his—” I stopped myself, not sure how much I should say.

  “So who the hell was it, Bree?”

  I rubbed my forehead with the cool fingers of my right hand. Should I tell her everything? Chelsea was my best friend, my most trusted confidante—if I couldn’t tell her, I couldn’t tell a soul—and so I chose to spill all the beans. “It was…Logan.” I could tell by her eyes that the name didn’t ring a bell. “Brown.” The way she tilted her head told me she was beginning to fit the puzzle pieces together. “Brendan’s dad.”

  Her jaw visibly dropped as her eyes grew wide. Seeing her reaction was almost like watching a live cartoon. “What the hell? Are you kidding?” I winced and let her continue working it out. “I can’t believe you did that, Bree. Oh, my God!” She took a breath and set her slush on the end table. “Oh, my God, oh, my God!” She squealed. Out of all the reactions I’d expected from my friend, this wasn’t one of them. “I can’t wrap my mind around it.” After she gasped again, she said, “I can’t believe you gave your virginity to an old man!”

  I would have laughed had I not been so horrified by my friend’s statement. “He’s not an old man. I don’t think he’s even forty yet!” Chelsea’s eyes were closed as she shook her head back and forth like a little kid who refused to believe Santa Claus wasn’t real. When she stopped, I said, “I think Brendan said he’s, like, thirty-five or something.”

  “Oh, my fucking God, Bree. That means he’s still almost twenty years older than you. I can’t believe you’re justifying it!”

  “Stop. Okay? I’m eighteen now—so it’s not twenty years older. What’s done is done—and not only am I an adult now, I’m also officially a woman.”

  Chelsea blinked her eyes and before nodding as if conceding that I was right. And then she almost whispered, “So how’d it feel? What’s it like?”

  “Holy crap, Chels. I’ve never felt pain like that before—but I’m already starting to feel a little better. Just kind of sore, you know?”

  “Super bad?”

  I didn’t want to scare her off, but I wanted to be honest. “Yeah, super bad. But they say it’s different for everyone. It might not be like that for you.” She nodded, eyes wide open. “But I can’t wait to try again because I know the worst is over.”

  “Yeah.” After a second, she asked, “So what was his…penis like?”

  I giggled then. “It was long and thick and veiny. Cute at the top and kind of ugly in the middle.” Chelsea laughed at my description. “And it even though it hurt, I can’t wait to feel what it’s normally supposed to feel like.”

  “God. It kind of makes me want to not have sex.”

  “No, Chels, you have to. The stuff before that? It was like magic. It felt really good. I think I almost had an orgasm.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, but I bet it’s because I’m a virgin. I just couldn’t. My body doesn’t know how yet.” We both chuckled again and I squeezed my eyes closed with my next admission. “I just know I want to feel good—and I know Logan’s the man to do it.”

  “Eww. I just can’t—”

  “Have you ever really looked at him, Chels? I mean seriously. He’s gorgeous—and he has a really nice body. Reminds me of some of the models and actors we drool over. He puts the boys we go to school with to shame.”

  My friend’s blue eyes rolled toward the ceiling but stopped there as her mouth screwed up. I could tell she was actually giving it some thought. “Okay, so I guess he’s not awful—but still. You think he’s better looking than Brendan?”

  Now that he was my lover? Nodding, I said, “Hands down.”

  Later that night, Logan texted me. I behaved badly last night, my sweet Briana. I promised to make you feel good and instead I ripped you in two. I’m sorry.

  Oh, no. I didn’t want him to feel bad, because I certainly didn’t regret it. Don’t feel sorry, Logan. That still felt strange, calling him by his first name, but even weirder typing it. I had a good time. Not during that part, of course, but the moments leading up to it were mind boggling, almost more than my little body could handle.

  That may be, but you deserve a better time. I smiled at my phone and then another text came in. I want us to try again before B gets home so I can show you what being a real woman is all about.

  I looked at the screen for a bit. I wanted to try again, too, but just the mention of Brendan, even as a simple letter, brought that guilt crashing back into my brain. Besides that, we had one more problem. I don’t think we can do it again just yet, because I’m really sore.

  Again, I’m sorry.

  No, that’s okay. I just need a little time to heal.

  Logan called right after that—and I answered after one ring.

  “Texting seems so impersonal,” he said.

  “Logan, I definitely want to—I’m just worried about it hurting again.”

  “I understand, cupcake. What if you came over Tuesday night? Brendan won’t be here till Wednesday. And this time, I promise to restrain myself.”

  I pondered the idea. That would give my body as much time as possible to heal before Brendan got back. “Okay. I really want to see you again.”

  I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “I’ll make it worth your while, baby.” As if an afterthought, he added, “I really want to see you, too.”

  Tuesday at eight o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.

  Logan offered to give me a ride, but I thought that might look weird if any neighbors were paying attention—not that it mattered. It wasn’t like they’d tell my mom and even if they did, it wasn’t like she’d give a crap. Besides, I still wasn’t completely comfortable with our relationship—and, more than that, I thought it was better that way. It left me in control.

  I arrived at his house a little before eight, surprised at how my fingers and toes were tingly with excitement. I no longer felt the need to seduce or impress, so I was wearing my standard summer outfit—a pink t-shirt, jean shorts, and flipflops, nothing fancy. Logan seemed to appreciate my attire anyway.

  “Have you eaten dinner yet?”

  I grinned. Logan loved feeding me and, although I’d never had a weight problem before, I could see it becoming an issue. Right now, though, eating was the last thing on my mind. I wanted to see what sex was like the second time, and dinner would delay that. “I’m not hungry.”
/>   Cocking an eyebrow, he said, “I love a woman who knows what she wants.” I took his hand and he led me up the stairs. Soon, we were in his room and standing at the foot of his bed. He cupped my face in his hands and said, “We’re going to go nice and slow. Tonight is all about you.” I felt my whole body warm at the thought. “Would you like to take another bubble bath?”

  I could get used to feeling spoiled. “Sure.”

  Soon, we were both in the tub just like we’d been a few nights before. After we’d sat in there for a while, Logan asked me to lean forward while he rubbed my shoulders. I’d had no idea I’d been carrying tension in those muscles, but he worked the stiffness out and, after getting out of the tub, he had me lie on my tummy while he gave me a full-on backrub. By the time he was done, I felt like a bowl of warm jelly.

  “Roll over, baby.” It was easy to obey. I wouldn’t admit it to him, but by this point, I was so relaxed, I was pleasantly sleepy.

  Thanks to his touch, though, I woke up quickly.

  His lips assaulted mine, kissing, sucking, teasing, tasting me until I felt breathless. My muscles grew tight, energized, and I felt my pussy clench, begging me to feel him inside me again, to find out the secrets of sex that I’d been missing. He didn’t let me relax, because soon he was kissing my neck, my collarbone, and then licking one of my nipples.

  Was I actually panting in response?

  As good as I’d felt the first time we’d engaged in sexual activity, this time I was enjoying it even more. Despite having experienced some pain before, I somehow knew it wouldn’t be so bad this time, and I was eager to feel what it was supposed to be like.

  Logan slid his tongue down the side of my breast and then trailed the skin down my belly with light kisses. I felt my body drawn like a magnet to him, and I had to fight the urge to tilt my pelvis upward. I yearned to grind against him, smash into him—it was a primal need deep inside and I somehow knew that would lead to release and pleasure.

  But as he neared the bottom of my belly, he kissed down the top of my thigh and slid his body between my legs. Next he ran his palms down and then up my inner thighs until the side of his hands touched my pussy. I was practically a quivering mess by that point—all this attention over my entire body and really the only place that was begging for his touch was now literally right in front of his nose.