She returns with a bottle of beer and hands it to me.
“Thanks,” I say as I unscrew the cap.
As I take a sip, my eyes trace her steps as she walks over to a three-seater sofa and plops her ass onto the leather but not before grabbing her wine from the coffee table.
Still standing, I point my bottle around the cabin. “I can’t believe your dad built this. It’s awesome.”
I stray my eyes from her to take a proper look at the place. It’s almost the size of a large hotel room, and along with the compact corner kitchen and the small seating area with a television mounted to the wall, there is also a rustic wooden queen-size bed against the center of the wall. I notice a narrow hallway leading to another door.
“What’s through there?”
“It’s the bathroom.”
“Wow, he even had plumbing installed?”
She nods, smiling a little. “Yeah.” She huffs out a laugh. “When my dad gets something in that head of his, there’s no backing down. It took him almost a year to finish it.”
“That’s some dedication there,” I comment as I step toward the couch and sit beside Ally. “I take it, with how lived-in this place is, you’re staying out here?”
She shakes her head. “No, I sleep inside the house—when I can sleep, that is. I just like to relax in here. Even though it’s just my mom and dad, it can get a little crowded in the house. So, it’s nice to come out here and…” She trails off, leaving her sentence hanging. Then, she shakes her head. “I can’t believe that guy had the nerve to cheat on me. I’m so stupid.”
“You’re not stupid. He’s the stupid one.”
“You know, I’m not even really upset. I didn’t love him—hell, toward the end, I barely even liked him. I’m just so angry that he turned out to be like all the other guys. Just after one thing. And I’m pissed off at myself, too. I wasted three months in a relationship with him when I could have been…”
“You could have been what?” I ask, wanting to know the end of that sentence.
She just shakes her head and changes the subject. “You were right though.”
“About what?”
“The size of his dick. It was tiny.” She sips her wine, smirking around the glass.
“I thought you didn’t have sex,” I point out.
“We didn’t, but I felt it up against me a few times when we made out. I’ve had fun-size Snickers bars that were bigger.”
I let out a snort. “I haven’t heard that analogy before.”
She shrugs her shoulders before taking another sip of her wine. “I’m exaggerating, but I’m glad I didn’t sleep with him.”
“I know it’s none of my business, but why didn’t you sleep with him?”
I expect her to reprimand me for asking such a personal question, but instead, her face stays neutral as she answers me, “I just wanted to build a relationship that wasn’t revolved around sex first. You know, have an emotional connection. I guess he was the wrong guy to try that with, considering you caught him fucking around on me. God!” she exclaims. “Why are guys such dicks? No offense,” she adds.
“None taken,” I say, taking a pull of my beer. “But to answer your question, I think we’re injected with something when we’re born. You know, to ensure all male species are assholes.”
“So, you agree? All men are assholes?”
“There’s no doubt about it.”
She watches me curiously for a moment before she suddenly throws her head back and starts laughing. “You know, you’re the most honest person I know. Most guys wouldn’t admit that.”
“But we do have our redeeming qualities.”
“We?”
“Okay, I have redeeming qualities.”
“Like what?” she asks with pure intrigue, her wide eyes watching me with amusement.
“I’m loyal, funny, smart, strong, and if you haven’t already noticed, I’m not exactly hard on the eyes,” I say with a cock of my head, piercing her with my dazzling stare. “Also, I promise, you wouldn’t be disappointed if I brushed up against you with my erection.”
Her sweet laugh fills the room, and just hearing that giggle makes me feel damn good. “That sure is a lot of redeeming qualities.”
“Well, I’ve been trying to tell you this for months, but you’ve been hell-bent on hating me since the second you locked eyes on me.”
“C’mon, you came on to me in, like, ten seconds flat. And then, in the same day, you asked me to give you a blow job in exchange for paying for the pizzas. I mean, dude, how I didn’t kick you in the balls that day was a miracle.”
I let out a deep laugh, almost swallowing my beer down the wrong pipe. “I was joking,” I say, coughing.
“So, you’re telling me, if I’d gotten down on my knees and sucked your dick, you’d have stopped me?”
I raise a brow. “As a guy who also has bad qualities, I’d have to say, no.”
She rolls her eyes, and the very move spreads warmth to my chest. “So, you weren’t joking?”
“What can I say? Men say stupid shit when there’s a beautiful woman around.”
Her cheeks turn a rosy shade of pink, and she points down to herself in her loungewear. “Not exactly at my most beautiful today.”
Now, it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “What are you talking about? You’re beautiful every day.”
She lets out a puff of air, staring at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. “I’m in my slob clothes, I don’t have a stitch of makeup on, and my eyes are probably still blotchy from my pathetic crying in the car on the way home. I’m so ugly right now.”
I twist in my seat to take her in, my eyes tracing over every inch of her, and nowhere in my assessment do I see an ounce of ugliness right now. In fact, the only ugly thing I see is her self-esteem—or lack thereof. I move a few inches toward her until my leg touches hers, the warmth searing into my bloodstream with an effortless spark, and I gaze into her crystal-blue eyes.
“Do you know I find you the sexiest when you’re not trying? You could wear an outfit that cost a dollar from the thrift store, and you’d be the most gorgeous woman in the room. As for makeup, it only enhances your beauty; without it, you’re still just as stunning. And as for your eyes being blotchy because you’ve been crying over some asshole, I didn’t notice because the color of your eyes overpowers anything else.”
Her breath hitches, and her chest begins to rise and fall at a faster speed. She stares at me, a look of pure wonderment highlighting her features. “You’re not lying, are you?”
“Baby, I’ve been hypnotized by you since I met you.”
She shifts her body until we’re just an inch apart. She licks her lips, her eyes tracing my face. “You know, I realized something before.”
“Realized what?”
“That I’d been kissing the wrong guy.”
“And who’s the right guy?”
I’m not a stranger to romantic cues. I can sense her lust from deep within her soul, feel the heat circling us, so I know the guy is me…but my heart still picks up, hope lodging at the back of my throat, as I pray that the next name that rolls from her lips is in fact mine.
“Who do you think?” she asks with a coy smile.
“I don’t know,” I say, playing dumb.
“Do I really need to spell it out?”
I lift my thumb to her mouth and gently skim along the softness of her bottom lip. “Yes.”
My eyes travel to her throat, and I watch intently as she swallows deeply. I return my gaze to her face—on her eyes specifically.
“You, Logan,” she slowly tells me. “You.”
“And when did you realize it?”
She lets out an irritable sigh, rolling those pretty blue eyes at me. “Why are you making this harder than it already is?”
The Office pops into my head, and I can’t help it when I blurt out, “That’s what she said.”
I crack up when she smacks me against the arm.
“Don’t
Michael Scott me.”
I laugh again, loving how she knew where the reference came from. “An Office fan, huh?”
“Well, yeah, it’s only, like, the best mockumentary ever, but we’re getting off topic here.”
Tapping my fingers along my jaw, I say, “What were we talking about? Oh, yeah…” I return my focus to Ally, smirking. “How you suddenly realized I’m the right guy for you.”
She clenches her jaw, moving it back and forth, annoyance flickering in her gaze, wrinkles appearing along her brow. She shakes her head, pulling away from me. “If you’re going to make fun of me, just forget it.”
I’m quick to backpedal, and I grab her by the waist, stopping her from moving any further. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease. It’s just…I’ve kind of been waiting a long time to hear you say you like me, and I wanted to savor it. Say what you were going to say. I swear, I’ll stop being a dick. Or at least, I’ll try, but I already told you that guys say dumb things to the prettiest girls.”
She pivots her body to look at me, biting down on her bottom lip. “You never shut up, do you?”
“Unfortunately, no.”
She focuses on my eyes before looking to my lips. Her eyes flicker between both several times, and the heat in the room quadruples in seconds. She finally comes to a stop on my eyes, piercing me under her gaze.
“Kiss me,” she says so breathlessly that it’s as if we’d already been kissing for hours.
I don’t want to be the guy who questions someone’s motives, but considering the last kiss we had was mostly for the benefit of her dickhead boyfriend not even an hour ago, I need to make sure it isn’t about him.
I take a deep breath before speaking, “Just answer me one question. If I kiss you, will it be about me or him?”
She tilts her head until her lips are just a breath away from mine.
My skin tingles when she breathes along my mouth as she whispers, “This time…it’ll be just about you.”
Naturally, I close the space, and much slower than the way she slammed her lips to mine earlier, I press my mouth to hers, tasting the sweet wine she was just drinking. I bring my hands up to her face while I run my tongue along the seam of her lips.
Effortlessly, she opens up for me, her tongue tracing along mine with the gentlest of caresses. Then, I don’t know how it happens or who initiates it first, but the second our tongues meet, scorching heat surrounds us, and the slow kiss quickly turns into the hottest kiss I’ve ever had.
Ally rises to her knees, her hands brushing through my hair while mine travel along the curve of her hips. Our mouths never stop moving. Our breaths are fast as we devour each other, and I pull her tighter against me, needing her closer. Her legs climb over mine until she’s straddling my lap. She gasps when she shifts over my jeans, my cock almost bursting from the zipper with how turned on I am.
“Logan,” she whimpers as she pulls away for a split second before locking her lips back to mine.
Hearing my name leave her lips is like heaven to my ears. My hands trail along her back, and I run my fingers up and down over her shirt. She shivers at the very move, her mouth breaking free as she arches her spine, her tits splaying along my chest. I capture her pouty lip with my teeth, and she sighs a breathless moan that makes my cock throb. She must feel this, as she grinds harder against me, this time making me groan.
Hot damn.
Desperately needing to feel more, to feel her, I raise my hips a little to meet hers, and though she’s wearing yoga pants, the material is so thin, I can almost feel her heat sliding across me. Before we know it, we’re dry-humping like we’re horny teenagers again.
It’s ridiculous how sexy I find this, but as I pull my lips away and tilt my head back for just a second, seeing her with her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed while she rides the hell out of my cock, it’s like I’ve found the Holy Grail.
I get sidetracked, completely blindsided by her beauty. The loud moan that escapes her plump mouth awakens me, and I slam my lips back onto hers, trying to quiet her down so her parents don’t hear her from the house.
“Logan, Logan, Logan,” she whimpers like a chant against my lips as her hips rock along my shaft, her thighs tightening around mine as she gets close.
I swirl my tongue against hers when, suddenly, her entire body stills against mine, and she bites down on my bottom lip, her sexy moans vibrating against my mouth as she comes, her fingers tightening in my hair to the point that it makes my eyes water.
Her breathing is heavy as she pulls away a little from me. I feather my thumb along the flush of her cheek, and her eyes flutter closed for a moment before refocusing back on mine.
“Wow,” she pants, her fingers loosening from their hold on my hair.
“That was some kiss,” I tease, and she flushes a deeper shade of red.
Stammering a little, she says, “That wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t know…” She brings a hand to her chest, spreading her fingers along her racing heart. “I don’t know what got into me. I’m sorry…”
Wait, why is she apologizing?
I brush my fingers through her soft tendrils of hair. “I don’t know why you’re sorry, but that was the hottest moment of my life.”
She raises a brow. “Really?”
“Hell yes. You just rode my dick like it was yours for the taking—which it fucking is—and all I can think about is how wet your panties must be right now. That I want to taste you, to put my tongue inside you.”
She whimpers at my words, her eyes beginning to glisten with lust, her chest still rising and falling from her orgasm.
I glance over at the door. “Does that door lock from the inside?”
“Yeah,” she says, barely a whisper.
“So, nobody from the outside can get inside without a key?”
“Right.”
“Good,” is all I say before gripping Ally by the thighs and flipping her horizontally on the sofa so she’s on her back.
She gasps as her head bounces against the sofa with a soft thud. I feel her heated gaze watch me as I climb to my knees. I reach for the waistband of her yoga pants.
“Can I?” I ask with a gentle tug.
She nods, lifting her hips with permission. My eyes never leaving hers, I pull the pants over her hips and down her thighs until she’s freed of them. Glancing down, I notice the tiny thong she’s wearing, and it takes everything in my being not to rip them from her body. Inching a little closer, I trace my thumb over the material, and immediately, I’m met with wet heat.
Then, I decide, To hell with it.
“Are these panties anything special?”
“No. Why?” She eyes me suspiciously.
“Good, so you won’t mind if I do this…” I bunch the delicate material with my fist, and with very little effort, I rip them from her.
Her breath gets caught at the back of her throat, her eyes wild with surprise.
“Logan,” she says with amazement.
I wink, smirking a little as I widen her legs until I can see every inch of her bare and glistening pussy. And what a pretty pussy it is.
Pink, tight, and wet.
I don’t even take an inhale before I bury my face against her flesh, my lips latching on to her clit. A breathless moan fills my ears while her hips thrust up into my face, and that’s the only encouragement I need. Gripping my hands under her ass, I lift her hips and press my face deeper into her pussy, sucking against her drenched skin, licking and lapping at her cum. Her hips squirm under my touch, tiny little groans escaping her lips every few seconds as I worship her sexy body. I take my time, paying attention to her sweet spots, loving how her thighs clench every time I sweep past her clit, the bud growing harder. Once I’ve sucked against every inch of her, I find her opening and dive my tongue into her entrance. Her cries turn husky and breathless, her fingers pulling at my hair while her cheeks flush with the pleasure rocketing through her.
“Ugh, God…Logan,” she groans out, her
hips shifting with every thrust of my tongue.
As she gyrates against me I desperately want her to fuck my face. I pull away, my mouth covered in her juices. Her bottom lip quivers while her eyes glare at me for stopping.
I switch positions to lie on my back. In a move reserved for filthy porn movies, I raise my arms over my head, grasping her hips, and I lift her until her pussy is hovering above my face.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” she gasps while she braces herself over me.
“Ride my face the way you rode my cock,” I demand, my voice hoarse with how turned on I am right now.
However, I don’t give her a chance to act on it. I just grab either side of her hips and force her down on my face, my lips meeting her pussy.
“Holy shit,” she lets out with an exhale before rocking against my mouth.
I keep the grunt from escaping my chest at how hot this is. She grows wetter by the second, and my cock is about ready to burst through the tight confines of my jeans as her pussy slides back and forth along my eager tongue.
“Logan, fuck…yeah…”
Her whimpers only encourage me further, and I suck and lap against her flesh with hunger, loving every moment. She’s everything I thought she would be but…so much more.
Her hips come to a stop as she speaks with breathless exhales, “I want to try something.”
She turns herself around, so she’s facing away from me, and I growl with pleasure when my mouth is quickly reunited with her delicious cunt.
“You’re looking…a little…left out.”
I moan, “What?” into her pussy, but it just comes out as noise as I draw her clit into my mouth.
“Your dick is almost bursting through the seam,” she groans, circling her hips against me. “I reckon I can help with that.”
She bends at the waist, and I hum against her drenched pussy as her fingers brush along the bulge in my jeans, making my cock jerk a little at the touch. Since I can’t see anything, all my senses are heightened, and I almost come out of my skin as she teasingly unbuttons my jeans and pulls the zip down agonizingly slow. I lift my ass up as she shoves my jeans a little over my hips before her fingers crawl into my boxers, pulling my hard dick out.
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