by Burke, Lynn
She sashayed back down the hallway, and I did watch, drinking my fill of her round ass and those goddamn heels. At her pause in the bedroom doorway, I lifted my gaze upward to find her smirking at me over her shoulder.
“See something you like?” she asked in that low tone that kicked a grunt from my chest.
“Pack.”
Giada sniffed and disappeared, and I adjusted my dick before walking to the window overlooking the back parking lot.
Rather than follow after her, toss her on her bed, and bury my face between her ass cheeks, I pulled out my cell and called Devil, giving him a job to do on Christmas day.
Chapter Four
Giada
Logan had the self-control of a saint. I knew what Marisa’s jeans did to my ass. I also knew what my spiked heels did to a man’s brain and balls. The look in his eyes when I’d glanced back to find him watching me creamed my panties—conservative ones I also had to borrow from Marisa.
I caught the low tone of his voice from the living room, and realized he must have made the call he’d said he needed to place. While tossing a week’s worth of clothes into a bag, I couldn’t get my mind off Logan and the connection we had—beyond sexual, sharing a bond of abusive pain.
Father hadn’t spared the rod when I’d been a wild child, but he’d ceased with the physical punishments after that event with the ex-boyfriend and the window, thank God. At that point, I’d lost privileges for my misbehaving. Having electronics taken away hurt more than the stinging pain of his belt.
Not having a means of mental escape sucked ass. I’d grown to love books in a major way. Went so far as to have a stack on my bed stand compliments of the local library. I’d started with mild YA coming of age stories which bloomed into NA romances. Unfortunately, the library didn’t carry heat beyond romancelandia’s queen, Ms. Roberts herself, but she’d packed enough heat to hook me on the naughty whenever I managed to sneak my e-reader once Father went to bed.
I grabbed the new e-reader I’d bought myself for an early Christmas present and vibrator from my bed stand, expecting I’d be putting both to good use unless I could get Logan to share what swelled the front of his jeans.
The man looked hung—and I sure as hell wanted to find out the length and girth for myself.
Whatever conversation he’d been having ended, and I considered my wardrobe for the rest of the day … or at least the next hour or so.
After showering.
I finally took off my heels and peeled off Marisa’s jeans, listening and hoping to hear Logan’s footfalls in the hallway that led to my open bedroom door.
No such luck.
Shirt and bra slung toward my hamper, I grabbed up some new clothes and peeked out the door toward the living room. Logan stood by the window, his focus outside, but his brow smooth, indicating nothing threatening lingered beyond.
Biting back my smirk, I straightened and started across the hallway toward the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower,” I said without glancing his way.
The resulting groan from the living room widened my grin as I disappeared into the bathroom. He’d gotten an eyeful, alright.
Now maybe I’ll get lucky.
No such fucking luck, even though I took my good old time, shaving the bits and rubbing my lotion all over my body once finished—with the door wide open in invitation.
I finally pulled on the lacy thong and long-sleeve t-shirt I’d brought along into the bathroom. The shirt had three buttons on the low scoop neck, but I unsnapped them all and turned sideways to check myself out in the full-length behind the bathroom door. Just see-through enough, the shirt clung to my chest, offering a hint of areola around my hardened nipples, and fell to the tops of my thighs.
Being in front of cameras for the previous three years made walking around half naked easy, even if my heart pounded and pussy threatened to soak the bit of lace between my thighs.
Hair wet and hanging to my shoulders, I moved down the hallway—no sign of Logan.
He came into view in my periphery as I entered the condo’s main living area, off to the right and around the corner—where he wouldn’t have seen me if I’d decided to waltz back across the hallway again without a stitch of clothing on.
“Coffee?” I asked, smirking as I turned my back on him in the kitchen.
Logan muttered a few curses under his breath. “Yeah,” he finally answered, his voice ragged and pussy-tingling.
Panties ruined.
He made no complaint over my lack of decent clothing as I set the coffee pot to brewing, but he also didn’t move from his spot, his stare licking at my backside like blazing flames.
The perking started up, and I finally turned to find him gripping the chair’s arms, his knuckles white, his eyes on me with a heated gaze that slid down over my front and back up. Goosebumps rose over my skin, tightening my nipples even harder.
My insides quaked, leaving me breathless. “Tempted to … what did you say last night? Bare every inch of my skin, eat my pussy until I scream, and bury your dick so deep inside my body I’d swear I’d died and gone to heaven?”
His throat moved as he swallowed—the first break in the stoic façade of his face. He couldn’t seem to find his voice, so I closed the distance between us, my pulse thrumming like mad.
Three feet in front of his spread legs, and I stopped, my tongue wetting my lower lip at the sight of the hard length swelled against his left thigh.
He swore again, but didn’t so much as twitch his fingers or his focus off my chest.
I tugged the hem of my shirt down, the drag of soft cotton over my nipples bringing a moan to my lips. My girls already threatened to pop out of the low neckline, so I helped them along until cool air nipped at my hard nubs.
“Christ, Giada.”
I lifted my breasts together, and he groaned—but didn’t make a move to take me up on my offering.
Fine. Plan B.
I lowered onto his lap, pressed tight against his groin, my hands going to the back of his head, my fingernails scraping along his short hair. “Touch me, Logan.”
“Fucking-A.” His hands closed over my ass cheeks, and he yanked me tighter against his hardness. “Goddamn temptress from fucking hell—”
His voice cut off as he closed his mouth over my nipple, and I gasped, my eyelids falling shut as his deep pull shot straight to my clit.
“God,” I gasped again as his teeth scraped and fingers dug into the flesh of my ass. My hips moved in time with his thrusts against me, his mouth leaving my nipple to suck and bite the soft flesh surrounding it, without doubt, marking my skin.
The thought thrilled me, but I wanted more.
I grabbed his chin and lifted his head without resistance. Our mouths met with a clash of teeth and tongue, my whimpers lost to the buzzing in my ears. All thought obliterated as his breath stole mine, the sweetness of his taste flooded my senses, the hardness of his body beneath me sending a rush of need through me.
Still not enough.
Reaching between us soaked the back of my hand on my own arousal that leaked through my thong, but I found his hard cock trapped inside his jeans.
He hissed against my lips as I squeezed. “Greedy little girl.”
“Yes,” I agreed with a whisper, shifting back as he allowed me better access to the snap of his jeans.
“Fuck, I don’t want to do this.”
I lifted my focus to his face, to find him watching my fingers on his zipper. “Tell me to stop.”
“Can’t.” His jaw clenched, and he met my gaze.
I slowly slid down the zipper and reached inside—commando. My lower lip caught between my teeth as I grasped his cock.
Logan’s head tipped back against the chair, his throat working again, but he held my stare. “Take it out.”
I did as told, his hands a vise grip on my ass. Fuck, he was big. I glanced down to find his girth kept my fingertips from closing around him. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, and I swiped over it, coating my palm
for a long, downward stroke.
“Fuck.” He lifted his hips, cursing again as I slid my hand back upward for another swipe over the leaking head.
My lips parted—and he yanked me close, sealing his mouth over mine, one hand tangling in my hair, the other yanking my working hand from his cock and twisting that arm behind my back to hold me tight against his front.
The soaked lace of my panties lay between us, slick and hot, creating the perfect texture to rub against my clit as he thrust the back of his cock against me.
I whimpered. Shivered and shook—no man had brought me to climax in such a way, but tingles rose in my toes—impending explosion on its way.
A shudder rippled through me, and I pulled away from his mouth to cry out, the blinding white light of my climax bursting behind my clenched eyelids. He latched onto my throat and sucked, his thrusts across my clit continuing until I sagged against him.
I blinked, and found my back pressing into the couch across from where we’d been, Logan straddling me, one foot on the floor, his other knee on the couch.
“Hold your tits together,” he said with a grunt while working his huge cock.
I lifted and pressed them together as told, my pulse still thundering, trying to catch my breath from the most earth-shattering orgasm of my damn life.
He held the base of his cock and slid between my breasts with a groan.
I lifted the girls higher, and he moved with me, shoving the head close enough to my mouth my flicking tongue caught a taste of his salty pre-cum.
“Fuck, Giada.” He grasped my head, holding me upward, and fucked my tits, gifting me with a taste—sometimes an inch or two between my opened lips.
He panted. I panted, my pussy so damn achy and wet I rubbed my thighs together hoping to get myself off again when he finally released.
“Give it to me,” I whispered up at him as he fucked my girls, his blue eyes hooded and lust-filled. “I want your cum all over my face. My tits.”
He growled and shoved forward, his thick cock sliding in … deep … choking as I let go of my breasts and grabbed his ass.
I struggled to accommodate his girth as he fucked my face, salivating and tears rolling down my face, but I held tight, taking all he gave, desperate for more.
“Gonna come so fucking hard,” he growled through clenched teeth, his fingers yanking on my hair.
“Mmm,” I egged him on around my mouthful until he choked me again.
“Swallow.”
Heat shot into the back of my throat, and I swallowed around his cock, moaning and whimpering as he backed out and jerked another few spurts across my chin and breasts.
I reached between my thighs to ease the ache, the emptiness, but he grabbed my wrist.
“No.” He scooted down, slipped off my panties, and nosed my thighs apart.
A hiss escaped me at the first slow lick of his tongue from my asshole to my clit. Another as he grasped my thighs with bruising fingertips and opened me wide.
“So fucking pretty.”
My eyelids fluttered open.
He stared at my pussy—and dove in with teeth and tongue.
I came undone again, trying to bring my thighs together against his head while convulsing with my climax, but he held me open, lapping at my cum, making sexy as fuck noises deep in his throat.
He shoved two fingers deep inside my pulsing passage, rubbing roughened pads against my g-spot. Another climax shot through me before the second ended, and I bowed on the couch, my fingernails digging into his scalp as he wrecked me.
Ruined me—without even fucking me.
His thrusting fingers slowed, and my legs went lax in his hold as I fought to catch my breath. Heat flushed my skin, dampness on my forehead, the stickiness of his cum on my face and breasts cooling.
“I could eat this pussy all damn day,” he mumbled against my lower lips while sliding his fingers from my body.
I shuddered a sigh as he licked me clean, the flick of his tongue across my sensitive clit jerking me where I sprawled, boneless.
“Fucking delicious.”
He stood, and I watched through heavy eyelids as he pushed down his jeans, kicking off his shoes. Off came the shirt, and my mouth flooded with drool.
Holy mother Mary of fucking god, he was ripped. I drank in the sight of his thick pecs, the damn eight-pack rippling down his core. The lush V of his cut hips, the long length of him hanging flooded my mouth with drool again.
“Goddamn,” I groaned my appreciation, “you’re one fine specimen of a man.”
“And you’re a fucking goddess.” Logan swept me up off the couch, and I wrapped my trembling legs around his waist.
I nibbled on his chin, licked the scruff along his jaw as he carried me to the bathroom, his cum smearing between our chests.
“Goddamnit, woman, you turn me into a teenager who can’t think with the head he ought to.”
I buried my snicker in his warm neck. “Good.”
He set me on my feet, but sprawled a palm on my ass cheek to keep me pressed against him while he used his other hand to turn on the shower. His hold felt possessive, sending flutters through my belly.
To be owned by such a man … I’d never grow bored. Never get enough.
“Get in.” He released me and stepped back, and I frowned as he turned and left me alone.
“Where are you off to?” I shot out, happy to not sound like a whiny little bitch.
“Checking the locks and out the windows one last time before I fuck you against the shower wall!”
Oh God.
I swallowed and hopped in, putting my whole head under the spray to rinse off his cum before turning to face the spray, eyes closed, my mind on a racing collision course with what I hoped was my destiny.
He entered silently behind me, his hands on my waist bringing a squeal to my lips, his musky scent weakening my knees. “Bend over.” His hot breath on my ear sent shivers through my body.
I bent without hesitation or complaint, the spray hitting me in the middle of my back as I arched like a pussy cat in heat.
Logan grasped my ass cheeks and spread me open, and I shuddered as his tongue rimmed the hole no man had breached.
“Oh, holy hell.” I groaned as he shoved his tongue inside me, his hand cupping my pussy.
A groan rumbled in his chest as he ate my ass, his fingertips playing with my clit, my swollen lower lips—rimming my quivering pussy. He brought back the ache deep inside me with a vengeance, until I trembled to stay upright, gasping and whimpering, my head hanging low, water dripping from my hair and the tip of my nose and eyelashes.
“I want your cock inside me,” I said on a half-sob, so far gone with need I couldn’t think straight.
Logan yanked me upward, his hard length gliding between my thighs, one hand in my hair, the other grasping at one of my heaving breasts.
“I want to fuck you bare, Giada—tell me I can.”
“I-I’m on the pill,” I managed to gasp as he bit down where my neck meets my shoulder.
“Clean?”
“Yes.”
“Me, too.” He lifted me to my tiptoes with his hold on my chest, bent his knees, and I arched my back, pressing my ass back—offering my pussy.
He notched. Paused.
“Please—”
He thrust deep with a grunt, ripping a shriek from my lungs.
Huge. Goddamn, fucking huge.
A slow glide out, and he shoved back in, filling me so damn full, I couldn’t catch my breath. Didn’t want to.
“So perfect.” Another slow pull out and thrust. “So tight around my dick, Giada. So. Fucking. Perfect.” He rolled my nipple between his fingers while thrusting up into me, his forearm and elbow keeping me tight against his hard as hell body.
He bit my ear. “Put your foot up on the tub’s edge.”
Panting, I lifted my leg, opening me up. He took advantage of the better angle by once more bending his knees, and slammed into my cervix.
“Fuc
k!” I fell forward, palms on the tile again as he grasped my hips, pumping in and out of me with steady drags against my grasping inner walls. My ass jiggled as he slammed into me over and over, his grunts and curses as much a turn on as his bruising fingertips and plundering cock.
This is what it feels like to be owned.
I’d read all about alphas claiming women, but to feel it—to taste the lust, to hear the animalistic sounds swirling with the rising steam...
Heaven. I’d died and gone to heaven just like he’d promised.
I came—hard—without a touch to my clit, without a pinch to my nipples. Four times in one goddamn day.
“God, Logan...” I groaned his name a second time, waiting for his cum to shoot deep inside me, but he pulled out and lifted me into his arms.
A limp noodle, I rested my back on the cold tile as he thrust into my pussy once more. My legs somehow found their way around his waist, ankles crossing to keep me in place as he plowed into me, his mouth taking mine in a frantic kiss.
“Come around me, Giada,” he said against my lips, thrusting and grunting. “Need to feel you pull me deeper.”
“C-can’t.”
Logan grasped my ass cheeks and squeezed, his upper body holding me tight against the shower wall. “Please, baby … please. Need to feel you let go when I come inside you.”
His fingertip found my asshole and rimmed, catching my breath.
“Like that?” he gasped out while burying deep once more.
Moaning, I managed to nod.
“Look at me.”
I forced my eyelids open as he stilled, our bodies twined tight. Pale blue fire filled his eyes, catching me up in a whorl of flaming need.
He worked his fingertip inside my ass, and I writhed in his hold, need rising up to choke me as he slid deeper.
A mere finger, but I felt full to bursting between that and his dick shoved up against my womb.
He brushed his lips over mine as I panted, his slow drag out of my pussy making my eyes want to roll back into my head. “Come for me, baby.” His fingertip rubbed inside my ass, and he shoved his cock back in with a grunt.
My pussy clamped down on him, and he swallowed my cries, bucking into me, drawing out my climax yet again. One last deep thrust, and his cock jerked, heat erupting, spurting deep inside.
