For the Night - Complete Box Set

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘If it’s not Logan Steele, then who am I with now?’ I asked, as I looked into his sincere grey eyes.

  ‘Summer, I’m …’

  ‘Hey, what are you doing down here? It’s restricted access,’ yelled a voice behind us.

  ‘Shit. Security. Unless you fancy being locked up for the night, can you run in those heels?’ he grinned.

  ‘I can give it a damn good try.’ I giggled as he grabbed my hand and slammed down the bar to open the alarmed exit doors. I hitched up my dress with my other hand and we started running up the ramped exit, with the guard yelling behind us.

  ‘Start the engine, James,’ shouted Logan as we approached the limo, like we were running from a jewellery heist. James moved with impressive speed around to the driver’s side and the engine was purring before we even made it to the car. Logan shoved me through the open door and I landed sprawled on the seat laughing my head off as he crashed down beside me, slammed the door shut behind him and I heard the screech of tyres as James sped away. I struggled upright and turned to face Logan who was laughing as well, but we both stopped as we locked eyes. Seconds later I was straddling his lap, hands in his hair as our mouths melded in an inferno of blistering heat. He shoved his jacket off my shoulders and reached for the zip at the back of my dress. I could barely breathe, I was on the point of hyperventilation. Every part of my body was screaming for him to touch it, nothing compared to having his lips or hands on me.

  ‘Ahhh,’ I whimpered, as I felt his fingers move down my spine in time with the zip. My skin felt parched, starved of a sensual touch. Sure Daron “grasped” at me during filming, but nothing about it felt like it was for my pleasure. I knew Logan couldn’t be totally selfless, that he must get something out of it, but even so, his fingers were so delicate. Had it really been ten months since he last touched me? He groaned as he pulled the dress away from my chest and my bare breasts came into view. I felt my cheeks flush as he stared at them, licking then biting his lower lip before his eyes moved slowly up to meet mine. I gasped at the look in them, pure unadulterated lust, but something else was there deep in the recesses, something that terrified but excited me at the same time. I couldn’t let myself imagine what that look was.

  ‘Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?’ he murmured softly, as he reached up with his hand and brushed my cheek with his fingers. I leaned into them and closed my eyes, he constantly surprised me. I’d expected him to go at me frantically, yet he was still being all tender and gentle. I gasped and my eyes flew open as his tongue circled one of my sensitive nipples, making it pucker as his fingers gently pulled on the other one. I pushed my shoulder back and let out a cry. ‘Summer,’ he sighed as he enveloped it in his mouth, nibbling, sucking, licking. I raked at his hair with my short finger nails as tears of utter bliss streamed down my face.

  ‘Logan,’ I mewled. I longed to touch his naked body again, to feel those hard slabs of muscle beneath my fingers, not least that muscle I could feel flexing at the apex of my thighs. I could barely recall anything about it, except for how good it had made me feel, how I loved the taste of it as he’d instructed me in how to lick and suck it. I was sure I wouldn’t remember what to do, he’d need to show me again. I reached down with trembling fingers to grip his zip and his fingers immediately circled my wrists.

  ‘What are you doing?’ he asked gruffly.

  ‘I want … to touch you again,’ I whispered, as he looked up at me.

  ‘Not yet, this is for you. How long since anyone touched you, properly?’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘When was the last time you had sex, Summer?’ he demanded, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

  ‘I … I haven’t,’ I said quietly, ashamed.

  ‘What?’ he looked at me confused.

  ‘You were my last. My first and my last. Does that make me less desirable?’ I enquired as my heart beat a little faster, wondering if it would put him off me. He lifted my hands to his mouth as his lips curved into a wide smile.

  ‘It makes you more desirable, to me,’ he advised, as he kissed my fingers.

  ‘Why? I’m so naïve, I’ve learned nothing new since that night together.’

  ‘Which means that I can be your teacher, in all things. Everything with you is a first. You’re truly my virgin. Mine,’ he breathed, as he rubbed his cheek up and down my hands.

  ‘But you … you’ve been with lots of women since.’ My voice was shaking at the thought of it, of someone else experiencing tender moments like this with him.

  ‘No,’ he shot back, as he flipped his eyes back up to look into mine. ‘I told you earlier, I’ve been with clients, Summer. I’ve not had one personal relationship. No one’s meant to me what you did, what you do. I’ve never broken my rules for anyone.’

  ‘But I don’t understand why, what’s so special about me? I’m just …’

  ‘Sssshhhh,’ he ordered, with two fingers against my lips. ‘I can’t answer why. I’ve asked myself that question a million times over. All I know is that no one has ever stirred these feelings inside of me, invaded my thoughts constantly, inappropriately. I told you I’m falling for you, Summer. I just want the chance for you to fall with me.’

  ‘I don’t understand what you’re saying, what you expect from me,’ I mumbled against his fingers, my stomach fluttering at his seeming sincerity.

  ‘Talk tomorrow. Action now. You need to be reminded how good I feel inside you. Take off the dress. Let me see you in those knickers I selected to go with your eyes, I want to see if I remembered the colour right.’

  ‘You did choose them,’ I smiled as I carefully lifted one knee after the other and slid the dress out from under me. ‘And the car for my parents?’

  ‘Do we have to talk about your parents when I’m staring at you virtually naked, with pretty damn indecent thoughts running through my brain,’ he groaned as he ran the tip of his index finger around my navel and down to the fitted lace boy shorts I was wearing. I inhaled sharply as he let that solitary finger skim over the crotch and I dug my fingers into his shoulders as he let out another groan. ‘You’re wet. All for me?’

  ‘Yes,’ I blushed. ‘Just looking at you makes me … excited.’

  ‘Excited,’ he repeated. ‘I can’t wait to taste you again, but right now I need you. Remove your knickers, quickly,’ he ordered, as he released me and moved his hands down to tug at his zip. I did as I was told, awkwardly yanking them over each ankle and shoe, as I looked back down I took a deep gulp. He was rolling a condom over himself, however big I’d remembered he was, however big I’d tried to explain to a wide eyed Mandy, was nothing compared to what was standing to attention in front of me. He grabbed my hips and suddenly hissed through his teeth. ‘What did you do?’ he uttered, as he stared in amazement at my naked pussy.

  ‘I … it was required by the film’s producers,’ I replied nervously, trying to read his reaction to my lack of hair, unlike the last time he’d seen it. ‘It doesn’t please you?’

  ‘Everything about you pleases me. Kiss me again, you’re going to need something to take your mind off the pain, because I’m rock solid for you and it’s going to hurt as much as that first time did.’

  ‘But the second time will feel better? Just like it did last time?’ I asked, as he slid the head of his erection through my puffed up folds and nestled it against my quivering opening.

  ‘Every time will feel better and better, I promise,’ he nodded, as he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and forced his tongue back into my mouth, just in time to muffle my scream of pained pleasure as he used his other hand to push my hip, bearing my frame down onto him.

  Logan

  I kissed her forcefully as I breached her tight entrance and she flowered open for me. She screamed into my mouth, as I shuddered and groaned. I’d forgotten how tight and warm she was, I felt like I’d come home, I was right where I was meant to be. The joy that had flowed through my veins to hear that no one else had slept with her, si
nce I’d taken her virginity, was indescribable. She really belonged to me, our time together had meant something to her too. I slowed the kisses down as I realised she wasn’t moving on me and my heart warmed. She’d never been on top, she had no idea what to do. Some men may find that a turn off, not me, I loved it. I had so much to teach her, so much more pleasure to give her and I couldn’t wait. Tonight though, I didn’t have time, I was so close to unloading in her as it was, I needed to make her come so I could find my own release. Training could start another day. I gripped her backside and slid off the seat onto my knees and twisted, laying her diagonally along the seat opposite, silently cursing the fact that I hadn’t reserved the stretch limo for more room. She lay there, her breasts standing up perfectly, those stunning innocent blue eyes of hers looking up at mine and I felt like a dagger had just pierced my heart. I never wanted her to look at anyone else like that ever again. I wanted to be everything she ever needed.

  ‘Summer,’ I whispered, as I slowly pulled my hips back and watched her lips create a perfect large circle as she inhaled. I slid back in, gritting my teeth as she squealed and a flash of pain flickered across her face. Wet as she was, I knew I was too big for her again. It was going to take a lot of practice for her muscles to accept me willingly, but I hated the fact that I was making her suffer, when I was feeling such bliss. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.’

  ‘No, I wanted this, I wanted to feel again. I’ve been numb since you drove away that day. Even pain is better than feeling numb,’ she uttered sincerely.

  ‘I … I …’ I swallowed the words that were trying to escape from my throat. It was ridiculous. My second night with her, I barely knew her, I couldn’t have feelings like this so soon. What kind of spell had she weaved over me? Her cheeks were a beautiful pink and the tears in her eyes only enhanced that blue, making her pupils look like volcanic islands surrounded by clear blue oceans. She cried out again, as her fingers gripped my biceps and her back arched. ‘Wrap your legs around my hips,’ I ordered between pants for air. It may not be fast and furious sex, but she took my damn breath away all the same.

  ‘Logan,’ she moaned, as she did as she was told and I angled deeper into her. I pushed my fingers into her hair and clasped her face as I started to kiss her again, her hands gripping the back of my head as I moved my hips, slamming against hers as our momentum built. She started trembling below me, as her muscles started to ripple around my painfully swollen shaft. God, how I longed to feel the warmth of her insides caressing my skin, without this damn condom in the way. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex without one. I moaned, actually moaned, as I felt her crescendo rising, I was so close to coming, she stripped away all of my self-control. I started doing multiple times tables in my head to try and quench my desire to come, but her heated mewls in my mouth kept dragging my thoughts back to how my cock was making her feel, how she was making me feel.

  ‘Summer, please, I need you,’ I begged, as I pulled my mouth back and looked down at her through hooded eyes. She was fighting coming too. ‘I’ll give you more, so many orgasms, give into this one, now.’

  ‘Prom … ise?’ she gasped between rapid breaths.

  ‘Promise, try stopping me,’ I nodded.

  ‘I’ll … remind you,’ she smiled, as her eyes started to glaze over. I buried my face in her neck, gently biting and sucking it as I moved faster, her hands slipping down to slide into my trousers and boxers to grip my buttocks and drag me further into her, as she started to quake.

  ‘God damn it, you wreck me,’ I groaned as I tensed up and unloaded more come than I ever had into my rubber coat. I wanted to collapse on her, but I remembered her first experience, where she’d been trapped below the weight of her neighbour as he tried to rape her, I didn’t want to invoke the same feelings, so I reluctantly pulled out and kneeled on the floor as I tied off my condom and quickly zipped myself up. She lay there on the seat, the occasional convulsion tearing through her sensational body. I longed to part her legs and lick her, but we were nearly there. I gently pulled her knickers up to her hips and lifted her with one hand as I hitched them up. There was no time to put her dress on, so I carefully folded it and put it in the corner, grabbed my tuxedo jacket and sat her up as she gazed at me completely stupefied. ‘Hey, lift your arms for me, baby.’

  ‘I feel so tired,’ she slurred. I smiled, it was late, she’d had an exciting night, obviously too much to drink and a powerful orgasm, which after so long without sex was bound to have taken it out of her. I pulled my jacket around her and buttoned it up, running my fingers through her silky soft hair which was coming loose. ‘Where are we?’ she yawned as the limo came to a halt.

  ‘Home,’ I replied.

  ‘My home?’

  ‘No, mine. I’ve never brought anyone here, Summer. That’s how special you are,’ I replied, as I scooped her into my arms.

  ‘I’m special,’ she repeated with a smile, as her head flopped against my shoulder.

  ‘Very,’ I confirmed, as I kissed her temple and watched her fighting to keep her eyes open. ‘Go to sleep for me.’

  ‘But sex,’ she groaned.

  ‘Can wait until the morning, when you’re feeling more with it. I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes,’ I whispered sincerely. She gave me a half-smile as her eyes closed and she nuzzled into my neck and my heart completely broke, as I looked down at her in my arms. My beautiful girl was mine again, at least for the night.

  The Morning After

  Summer

  I groaned as I woke up, I ached all over and felt slightly hung-over. I rarely drank, but when I did, I didn’t know my limit. I also felt warm and seriously content. I’d had an amazing dream, that Logan had come back to the party, looking all secret agent on a mission. He’d told me that he couldn’t stop thinking about me, then we’d escaped, he’d stripped me in the limo and given me an incredible orgasm. He had that totally the wrong way around, I couldn’t get him out of my mind, if only it had all been real. I opened my eyes and quickly closed them again, as I took in a sharp breath. Had I really just seen what I thought I’d just seen? Logan gorgeously handsome Steele’s face on the pillow next to me? I slowly opened one eye, then the other, as I held my breath. O. My. God. I hadn’t dreamed it, he was lying there next to me, fast asleep, with a light dusting of stubble on his square masculine chin. I took a quick look around, I had no idea where I was, other than in a large comfortable bed, in an all brick room with a high white ceiling and large windows covered in white slatted shutters. There was some contemporary artwork on the walls and a large flat screen TV, but it was all very minimalist and masculine. I peaked under the duvet, to see I was just wearing my blue knickers, but my mouth went even drier to see Logan was naked, and hard. I bit my lip as I raked my eyes up and down his muscular torso, he should have his own calendar, his body was insanely toned. I slowly reached out to touch his abs and shot my hand back when his large cock flexed, tapping my belly.

  ‘Am I in bed with Curious George?’ came his amused voice.

  ‘No,’ I spluttered as I came up for air, embarrassed to have been caught looking. His grey twinkling eyes were wide open and gazing at me, his kissable lips curved into one of his sexy smiles. ‘I sleep with my head under the covers.’

  ‘Really? Funny that you didn’t for the majority of the night, when I watched you.’

  ‘You watched me?’ I asked, as I bit my lip. He reached out and tugged it out of my grip then ran his finger over it.

  ‘I did. You’re kind of difficult to take my eyes off,’ he nodded, as his hand moved to tuck my hair behind my ear, before he moved closer. I took a deep breath to calm myself as I felt his firm chest pressing against my bare breasts and he palmed my face with his right hand. ‘I meant what I said last night, Summer.’

  ‘About falling for me?’ I asked quietly.

  ‘Yes,’ he nodded, as he swallowed hard and held my gaze, while running his thumb up and down my jawline.

  ‘I think … I
think that I’m falling with you,’ I whispered, as I felt my cheeks flush. ‘But …’

  ‘No buts,’ he groaned, as he rested his forehead against mine. ‘Always with the buts. Can’t you just leave that sentence there?’

  ‘We need to discuss … whatever this is between us, Logan.’

  ‘Can’t we just spend the day together, enjoy each other and talk later?’ he murmured against my lips, before pressing his against mine, the briefest of kisses that had me longing for more.

  ‘You’re stalling.’

  ‘Yes, because I have a feeling that you’re going to find excuses not to be with me and I don’t want to face that right now. I have you here, in my bed and I want to make the most of that. Do you know how many people even know where I live? My family, best friend, James and Ian my IT guy. That’s it, Summer. I’m giving you more than I’ve ever given anyone. Work with me here.’

  ‘Then I feel honoured, but …’

  ‘There’s that word again,’ he sighed. ‘Talk later, right now I want to kiss you properly, taste you on my tongue, run my hands over this gorgeous body and listen to your whimpers of pleasure as I bring you to one climax after another, before I bury myself in you and we come together. Tell me you want that too?’

  ‘Logan,’ I moaned, just hearing him say things like that did things to my body. My nipples had hardened and I could feel the warmth of the dampness between my thighs, the prickle of my skin as my hairs stood to attention.

  ‘You want me, don’t you?’ he murmured, as he lightly kissed me again, his tongue tracing my bottom lip.

  ‘Yes, but talk first,’ I protested. He was breaking me, I’d never wanted anyone so much. In fact I’d never wanted anyone else, ever.

  ‘Talk may scare away my erection, make the most of him while he’s eager, when we’re done he’ll need some mouth to mouth to make sure he’s back in working order again, then we can talk. Don’t deny me, Summer.’