Logan Enchanted

by Lolah Lace

  He walked away and left me alone on the sectional. Something told me to run for the door since he was gone from the room and couldn’t stop me. My body just couldn’t do it. I was curious. I wanted to know if he was as good as I thought he was years ago.

  If he wanted to lick me in my private spot, maybe I should let him. Maybe. I don’t know.

  Logan returned, and he was standing across the room looking at me. This made me nervous. I felt like his prey but his mischievous smile made me hot in the place he wanted to devour. There wasn’t anything scary about Logan, but something had me rethinking everything I thought I knew about this man. I was making a mental list and checking it twice. Who is this man?

  “Chey, I have an idea.”

  “What’s your idea?” I couldn’t believe I was entertaining this ridiculous man.

  “I think you’re scared of me. I’m not sure why but I understand.”

  Because you make me do things I shouldn’t be doing. “I’m not afraid of you.” Liar liar, flat iron on fire.

  He smirked. “If you were completely in control then you could relax and just enjoy yourself. I guarantee you will enjoy yourself. Tie my hands behind my back and just let me go down on you, hands-free. I just want to taste you. Please.”

  Now if this was anybody else, I would say ‘boy you better get the fuck out of her with that noise— but this is Logan. Fine as fuck Logan— Sexy blue-eyed, rock-hard body Logan.

  Hands-free, it was oral sex. He used to do it all the time. I couldn’t believe the things he came up with. That hasn’t changed, his practical thinking. He had a solution for any problem.

  “I don’t need my hands to lick your pussy. I have never been tied up before but I could try it this once.”

  “Logan.” I was Black girl blushing. I was acting like a schoolgirl with a crush on a boy band lead singer. Logan tied up. It was a thought he put in my head.

  I looked at my hand and I had another full glass in my hand that I didn’t remember pouring.

  “Chey, let’s do this.”

  I drink the entire glass down as he watched me. “What would I tie you up with?”

  My eyes grew large when Logan pulled a pair of handcuffs from behind his back. Were they in his pocket? What the fuck? I felt too heavy to stand and leaving wasn’t going to work. Three glasses of Pinot Grigio back to back to back. Nope. I didn’t even sip. I guzzled. He was far enough away from me that I was shocked but I wasn’t quite scared yet.

  “Chey, come over here and put these handcuffs on me.”

  Come over where? I can’t walk.

  Logan wasn’t really asking me. He never asks. I had never ever done this before. This was a turn on. I had run out of excuses. If he was going to be reckless and let me handcuff him well, to hell with it. If nothing else, this would be amusing. It would be a great story to tell Sheba. I would just leave out Logan’s name. My sex life was very boring compared to every single friend I had.

  “So you just happen to have handcuffs?”

  “Chey, stop thinking so hard. Put the cuffs on me.” Logan smiled and held the cuffs up in the air. “I dare you.”

  How childish. This was not like the time Logan dared me to put a full bag of Skittles in my mouth. Or the time he dared me to hold a huge boa constrictor at the zoo. Or that time he dared me to grow out my armpit hair.

  Deep in thought, not really but it sounds good. I slowly moved off the couch to standing. The Pinot has me moving in slo-mo.

  “Did you just dare me?”

  “Yes, I double dare you.”

  “Give me the fucking cuffs?” When I looked at Logan he was smiling, the biggest smile I had ever seen on him. I thought it was sexy and somewhat charming, but I held a straight face. I was nervous but I was a big girl. It was time to put on my big girl panties, or maybe it was time to take off my big girl panties.

  Logan didn’t hesitate. He took the steps needed to get to me. It would have taken me forever to get to him without falling on my ass. He handed the handcuffs over, and I took them in my hands. It was time for me to take charge.

  “Turn around,” I ordered. Logan turned away from me. He put both his hands behind his back. Are these cuffs real?

  I clamped the cold metal around his wrists, one and then the other. I made sure they weren’t too tight. I giggled at the absurdity of the situation. I had handcuffed Logan. I could do to him whatever I wanted. I could squeeze his chiseled ass.

  “What’s so funny?” He quipped.

  “This is funny.” The alcohol helped the giggles leak from my lips and forced the permanent smile that formed there.

  Logan slowly turned to face me. “Get all your laughter out now. You will be moaning soon.” With those words, Logan had wiped the smile off my face. He was staring at me now. I could see and felt the hunger in his eyes. It scared me because no matter how I wanted this man to be my old friend. He was someone else. I could barely recognize him— the look in his eyes— the primitive gaze I had never seen.

  My heart started beating rapidly. “Where’s the key?” I needed to know.

  “My front left pocket. Take off your jeans.” Logan took one step back so I could do as I was told. I took a step backward because he was too close for me to bend.

  “Chey, take off your jeans.” This time, he said it with an urgent authoritative tone. It was a direct order from my commanding officer. Normally I would never want to be bossed around by any man but this time was different.

  I was loose as a goose. I was afraid Logan might notice my legs shaking when I removed my jeans. I had every intention of removing them.

  Logan took one step back and dropped to his knees. It happened so fast and so submissively I let out a gasp. Fine, I said to myself and I unzipped my already unbuttoned jeans.

  Seductively Logan licked his lips. His blue eyes were focused on the place in between my legs. I watched him watching me. I tugged down my skinny jeans. I gained a few pounds and had to wiggle the jeans down my thighs. I gradually lowered them to my ankles before completely stepping out of them.

  I was wearing my pretty lace fuchsia boy shorts. Logan’s eyes stayed glued to what he desired. He said he wanted to eat my pussy. He had one goal and there was something sexy about his drive and his focus.

  “Panties off.” Logan’s eyes floated from up hot spot up to my eyes. His chin tilted up to convey his threatening message. Panties off! He looked so damn sexy on his knees.

  Without warning, the fear started to creep back into my soul. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to let this Logan eat me out? He wants to do it. I couldn’t turn back. My throbbing wet pussy wouldn’t let me. I was no tease. I said I would, so I will.

  I placed my hands on the lace of my panties and shimmied out of them. I was standing there naked from the waist down.

  “Let me smell them?”

  Huh? Okay.

  I held my lace panties out and rubbed them roughly into his face. “Is this what you want?”

  “Yes.” His eyes were closed as he pressed his face into my dirty, damp undies. He’s so nasty.

  Logan’s mouth clamped down on my panties and he yanked them from my hands with his teeth.

  I took two steps back, and my legs hit the couch. I lowered myself down to sitting. I watched Logan spit my panties out and walk on his knees to me, to my pussy. I leaned back and lifted my legs. I placed my feet on the couch and spread my legs wide open.

  I closed my eyes. I gulped up the air as I felt his first lick glide across my clit.

  “Ummm!” I heard a hum that I soon realized was coming from my own lips. I reached down, and my hands landed in his soft hair. My fingertips grazed his scalp. He was in-between my lower lips licking me in my special place. So soft. So sensuous. So paralyzingly heated.

  Is this a dream? I sure hope so. If not, I’m the worst girlfriend on the planet. The verdict is in. I am the worst girlfriend in the galaxy. I missed Logan’s mouth on my pussy. Reality was better than any dream I could dream. He o
pened my slick folds with his tongue. I pushed his face deeper in between my legs. His tongue flicked my clit and I grabbed huge chunks of his hair and roughly forced his face deep into my pussy. I was trying to suffocate him and fuck his face at the same time.

  His burgeoning facial hair was rubbing me raw and I loved it. The burn. My folds were swollen and sensitive to his touch.

  “Hah—hah—hahah—” My toes curled under and my mouth hung open.

  Logan quickened his pace. His face was pushing into me so deep that it felt like he was going to turn the couch over. The legs of the couch were screeching across the floor as he drove me closer to the orgasm that was only seconds away.

  I could hear him groan into my hole. I could hear the nasty wet mess that was my juices and his saliva.

  “Oh! Logan!” Fuck that was it. I grabbed both sides of his head, and I came all over his face. My heart was beating so fast that I tried to just calm my breathing and count. Or count and calm my breathing. Something. This time, my mouth was dry. I had to focus to suppress a couch.

  I was dead. Logan let me push his head back. I let my legs drop to the floor. I watched Logan’s wet face. His nose was covered in me. He couldn’t wipe his face because of his cuffed wrists. I couldn’t wipe it for him because my arms wouldn’t move.

  He reached around and removed the handcuff key from his front right sweat pant pocket. He was able to uncuff himself while I sat in awe and watched.

  My eyes were getting heavy. Orgasm and alcohol will do that to me.

  Logan jumped up like his knees hadn’t been lodged on a hardwood floor. He pulled his t-shirt over his head exposing the body of a Greek god. Zeus, Perseus or one of the other ones. He wiped all of me off his face with his t-shirt.

  He looked down at the rag doll that was me. “You’re tired.” I shook my head yes. “You drank too much to drive.” I shook my head again. “I’ll put you to bed.”

  “Yes.” I was exhausted. My body was immobile.

  Logan bent to scoop me up in his arms. I didn’t even have the strength to wrap my arms around his neck. I was just along for the ride. I was still sticky and naked from the waist down, but I didn’t even care. I needed to lay my hot ass down.

  He took me to his bedroom, one of only two rooms with a door. He put me in bed. I fell asleep instantly and woke up a few seconds later when I felt Logan washing the guck from in between my thighs. I can’t drink like this around him. I can’t drink.

  Around five in the morning, I gathered my clothes and slinked out of his loft just like the day before. I’m just not this weak. Am I?

  CHAPTER 21

  I laid low for about a week. Logan hadn’t bothered me since our forbidden sexual encounters. It was like he took what he wanted and just disappeared. He sent me a few platonic texts here and there. I started to wonder if he was dating anyone. What could Logan be up to when I was with Juan? I tried to block these foolish thoughts before they planted roots in my brain. I had dreams about that one time we had sex. I had dreams about the day after when he went down on me. Those liaisons were unforgettable for so many reasons. I couldn’t control my dreams.

  Logan was a personal trainer at XSport Fitness. He got a transfer to the local gym I frequented with Sheba. He said it was because it was closer to his apartment. That was basically true. It was closer, but I didn’t think that was the real reason.

  The old and young women drooled over Logan at the gym. He was a straight up cougar magnet. They didn’t care that he was half their age. They were bold and flirtatious. Some of the women would just walk up to him and touch him. I don’t know how he ignored all the advances. Maybe he didn’t ignore them. Maybe he had a fuck buddy.

  I couldn’t get sex with Logan out of my mind no matter how I tried to distract myself. I guess it was the guilt that was eating me up. But if I felt so guilty why was I dreaming about it, about his lips on mine, about his literal big damn dick inside me.

  I was happy that I never ran into Logan face-to-face at the gym. I saw him there, but he was always busy with a paying customer. Sheba knew she better not engage Logan in public conversation when I was around. It would be distressingly uncomfortable if I ran into Logan while I was with Juan. I didn’t even have a plan, if or when that would happen.

  Something inside me needed to confront this elephant. I really needed to talk to Logan. I needed to make sure we were on the same page. I didn’t want to live in fear he would cold bust me out one day.

  Logan acted like he hadn’t made me come twice. Those nights I can’t forget. I wished I could. But I can’t. It will take me forever to forget about how well Logan feasted on my lower lips. He was so good at oral back then and so much better now. Sometimes I felt pissed that he didn’t acknowledge that nights we shared but deep down I knew it was for the best. He never mentioned going down on me. Maybe this was a game to him. But it wasn’t to me. I had a lot invested in my relationship and I didn’t have time for games.

  I needed to see him alone. I waited for Juan to have plans when I texted Logan. He was home, and I drove there to see him. He buzzed me up. I was nervous. I was either going to have to stop going to the gym or clear the air. Even if I stopped going to that gym, Juan still went there. I couldn’t risk them two ever having a conversation.

  I sat on Logan’s couch for a good half an hour and drank beer. I had to get up the nerve to say hey is everything cool or hey don’t text me anymore about anything.

  “Are you cool? You’ve been so quiet. Tell me what’s up.” Finally, he says something to me.

  I wanted to say so many things but I couldn’t. “Logan, are you trying to get me drunk?” He handed me another beer. This was number three.

  “No, do you want to be drunk?”

  “I was just joking.” I tried to giggle it off. Why did I say that?

  “You were joking?”

  “Yes, I was. I want to know what’s up. What are you doing?” The alcohol was doing something to me.

  “I don’t understand the question.”

  “You’re back and acting differently.”

  “Huh really, I’m different.”

  “Well, you look different.” Why was this coming up? I should be used to his new look by now. The hair, abs, muscles and big dick.

  “I’m the same. Can’t you see that?”

  “No, the Logan I knew was nothing like you.”

  “Does the gym and LASIK eye surgery make me such a different person than before?”

  “No, yes. I don’t know.”

  “Well, you’re going to have to deal with it.” His tone flipped.

  “I don’t want to deal with it.”

  “Chey, you really don’t have a choice. I thought you would come to your senses and jump get back in bed with me.”

  “Why would I do that?”

  “Because you can’t resist me. You want it. You want me.”

  I chuckled. “No, not really.”

  “I was trying to give you a chance to come to your senses and break it off with Juan Pedro.”

  “His name is not Juan Pedro.”

  Logan stood. His quick action scared me. Why did he have to get up? “I had unlimited access to your pussy.”

  “When?” Oh, he meant back in the day.

  “Now you’re trying to deny me. Seems like you’re the one that’s changed.”

  “It’s been three years. I’ve moved on and you should too.”

  “You moved on, but here you are.”

  “I’m here because I don’t want things to be awkward between us.”

  “I used to sleep with your cum on my face. I used to leave your apartment and go home and masturbate. You let me give you oral sex but you never returned the favor. We had sex one time since I’ve been back. That’s not enough. I’m trying to make up for lost time.”

  “You can’t get time back. If you’re mad at me for treating you like— I don’t know, an oral sex slave. I’m sorry. I was selfish.”

  “You were my best friend.”
/>   “You were mine too but things are different now.”

  “Not for me. I feel the same way I did before.”

  What way was that? “You are not the same as you were before.”

  “How? Tell me how I’m different.”

  “I can’t have a friendship with you. I can’t be a cheater. We had unprotected sex. This, that, is not who I am. You know how I feel about cheating. You were around when I was getting cheated on.”

  “I know but—”

  “I felt dirty. I feel low down and dirty now.”

  “I make you feel dirty? I call bullshit. You enjoyed every minute of it. You didn’t feel dirty.”

  “I don’t know how I felt.”

  “Yeah you do. You enjoyed it, and you had a boyfriend back then, and you have one now.”

  “Fine I had a boyfriend, and I enjoyed it. Logan back then you were good at it, so I never stopped you.”

  “I’m better at it now.”

  True. But I wasn’t going to say that shit out loud. “Logan.”

  “You owe me.”

  “What?”

  “You owe me. I gave you a lot of orgasms. It’s your turn to repay me.”

  Logan’s on drugs or just crazy as hell. “Do you really think I owe you?”

  “Yeah I do.”

  “Okay fine. How many blow jobs will it take to call us even?”

  “I don’t know. You didn’t give those out freely three years ago.”

  “I do now. I can suck a dick. My boyfriend likes them.” I was being an evil bitch.

  Logan rolled his eyes at me like he was disgusted. What the fuck?

  “Haha, I don’t care that you have a boyfriend. I don’t care if you suck his dick. You owe me.”

  “So it’s okay for me to cheat on him?”

  “No, listen.”

  “Speak.” Asshole.

  “It’s okay for you to cheat on him with me.”

  “You might as well fuck him then. Y’all dicks are basically touching each other.”

  He shook his head. I was really pissing him off. Good.

  “You use condoms with Juan Pedro.”