by Faye Avalon
With the zip down, she reached into his fly, past his boxers, and wrapped her fingers around his erection. He jerked in her hand, his stomach muscles contracting, his breath leaving his lungs in a grunt.
Her thoughts trickled back to that moment in his study when she’d been checking him out. Maybe it really was true about the relationship between the size of a man’s feet and his appendage. He was certainly impressive.
Lucky her.
‘Fuck... April...’
‘Not just yet,’ she said, squeezing her fingers lightly around him. ‘I’ve got plans, remember?’
‘Hard to forget when you’ve got your hand around my cock.’
With her free hand she eased his jeans and boxers down until his erection sprang free. He was wide and long. Impressive in both length and girth. Her belly gave a delicious shiver, her core muscles tightening as she imagined him filling her.
His flesh felt hot beneath her hand and she drew her thumb slowly across his tip. He jerked again, but she ignored it, bringing her other hand up to stroke slowly along the length of him, before touching her fingertips lightly to his balls. She caressed him leisurely, enjoying his reaction. The way his eyelids grew heavy, the low rasps of his breath, the tightening of his jaw...
He watched her as she watched him. ‘Is this payback?’
All feigned innocence, she fluttered her lashes. ‘Payback? Whatever for?’
‘Don’t be cute.’ He sucked in a breath as she slid her thumb across his tip again. ‘Not that I’m complaining.’
‘Good. Because I’m just getting started.’
She could feel the tension in his big, masculine body. Could see it in his expression. He’d hit it straight on the nose about it being payback. She intended to re-establish the power base, to go down on him, make him beg. Just the way he’d made her beg.
But the base had shifted again—because she was in thrall to him. To the way he stood there, letting her do as she wanted, letting her take charge of his body, have control over it. And somehow she didn’t get the impression that he felt powerless—far from it.
Unlike her, he seemed to revel in it.
It didn’t seem fair.
Reflexively, her fingers squeezed around him and he tensed, hissing in a breath.
‘Sorry.’
He huffed a laugh. ‘Don’t apologise. Just keep on doing what you’re doing.’
Oh, she very much intended to do exactly that. And she also intended to stop thinking, stop worrying about balancing scales, and simply go with her instincts.
This was just sex, wasn’t it? And going down on him would put them on equal sides of the same coin. Mission accomplished. Which meant she could just enjoy what this was between them without worrying about anything but their mutual enjoyment.
She let herself be ruled by pure sensation, increasing the pressure of her hands around him, loving his heat, his strength, his verbal encouragement. Then she bent forward, using the tip of her tongue to lick across the head of his erection, mimicking the way he’d done the same between her legs. Achingly slow and torturously light.
Logan’s hips jerked forward, encouraging her to take more of him into her mouth, but she wasn’t about to make things easy for him. She stroked her tongue around his engorged flesh, felt his salty taste on her lips, then slid her tongue along his entire length before returning to the tip.
Opening her mouth, she took him in barely an inch, withdrawing before taking him a little deeper. She stroked him with her tongue, loving the way he grunted and groaned and swore.
His fingers arrowed into her hair, the pressure against her scalp intensifying each time she took him halfway into her mouth before withdrawing, until finally she gave in to his tortured, ‘For fuck’s sake, April!’ and took him as deep as she could get.
His hands were pressing against her scalp as she worked him. He hit the back of her throat and she focused on taking deep breaths in and out of her nose as his hips pumped and his cock pulsed.
Sensing he was close, April kept up the pressure. He grew thicker, and her lips stretched against his fullness as his taste sharpened in her mouth.
‘April...’
His fingers tightened as he attempted to draw her head away, but April wasn’t finished yet. Not until he was. There was no way she was stopping now. Not when she had him at her complete mercy.
‘Shit... April...’
He came, muttering expletives, his salty taste filling her mouth and sliding down her throat.
April couldn’t remember going down on a man and feeling as if it was as much a pleasure for her as it was for him, but with Logan it felt exactly that.
His body sagged, but his hands remained in her hair as he pulled out of her mouth.
Tilting her head, April looked up. She felt victorious, triumphant. Having a man as strong and masterful as Logan at her mercy was...empowering.
After he’d sucked in a few more deep breaths he reached down and pulled her up against him. He grinned. ‘Feel better now?’
Blinking, April placed her hands on his chest. ‘I think that’s my line.’
He reached his arms around her and squeezed her ass. ‘So now we’re even.’
‘Looks like.’ She couldn’t resist smiling back at him as she placed her hands around his neck.
He kissed her, long and hard and hot. When they separated he cocked his head to the side, frowning as if trying to figure something out.
‘What?’ she asked, aware that her hair probably looked an absolute mess. What with being drawn back in a band all day, and with the added decorative effect of green glitter. ‘Have I suddenly grown horns, or something?’
‘Just giving a final check that it’s gone.’
‘And has it? Whatever “it” is?’
He looked some more, then pursed his lips and nodded slowly. ‘Yeah. Can’t see a trace of it now.’
‘Excellent. Now we can all sleep better.’
She knew he was referring to her look of circumspection the last time they’d been together, but she wasn’t going to admit to it.
He raised his eyebrows. ‘I’m guessing you don’t even realise you’re doing it. How hard you work to make sure that everything between us remains on equal footing. Tit for tat, so to speak. I go down on you—you give me a blow job.’
Okay, he was spot-on, but his perception was unexpected and it hit too close to home for her to be flippant about it. Besides, it was best he knew the score if they were going to continue having sex.
‘What’s wrong with that? Where does it say that a relationship between a man and woman shouldn’t be on a level playing field?’
‘In no book I’ve ever read,’ he conceded. ‘Anyway, your turn.’
‘My turn?’
A wicked gleam shone in his eyes as he yanked his jeans up over his hips, but left the zipper open. ‘Where’s your bedroom?’
‘On the left. Why?’
It was fun, enjoying this teasing banter. She was starting to think sex could be fun. She hadn’t had much experience of that before. The couple of lovers she’d had before Richard hadn’t exactly been memorable, and sex with Richard had always been sober and over too quickly.
And why the devil was she thinking of that moron when she had her hands on Logan?
‘I’d like a tour of your apartment—starting with your bedroom, which has very much featured in my imagination these past couple of nights.’
‘Don’t get your hopes up. It isn’t much larger than the kitchen.’
‘Does it have a double bed?’
‘Yes.’
‘Then it’s large enough for what I have in mind. Which is to fuck you, April. To do every single one of those things that have featured in my fevered imagination. And neither one of us is going to be keeping score.’
CHAPTER SIX
NO, APR
IL THOUGHT as Logan landed them both on the bed and the breath whooshed out of her. She definitely wasn’t going to be keeping score. At least, not tonight. She wanted his hands on her, all over her. Those wonderfully accomplished, skilful and slow hands. She wanted everything he could give her.
He kissed her—wild powerful kisses that stole any breath she managed to grab and left her on fire. She fumbled to reach the edge of his sweater and pulled it up between them, desperate to get her hands on his flesh. The heat of him seeped into her, mingling wildly with her own, joining them together in a kind of scorching insanity that she wanted to explore until it burnt out beneath their frenzied clamour for each other.
Logan ripped at her tee and she heard something tear, but couldn’t give a damn what it was. He yanked her hands above her head and slid the tee shirt off, his mouth feasting on her neck, his hands sliding over her collarbone and down to cup her breasts. April sucked in a breath as he reached into her bra cups and released each breast from its confines.
He looked up, his eyes gleaming, his teeth bared, his hair mussed from where her hands had been busy. He looked so masculine...primitive...wild...and it made every single one of her hormones sit up and beg for more...so much more.
She grabbed his sweater, tore it over his head. His hands were back on her breasts, his thumbs toying with her hard nipples, making them tighten to painful proportions. Lowering his head, he took one nipple into his mouth, circling his tongue around the rosy bud while his thumb continued to play with the other.
April arched from the bed, pushing her breasts up for more of Logan’s attention. With adept skill he released her breast and his hand moved down to the catch of her jeans. The rasp of her zipper being pulled down was devilishly erotic, and she shivered even as her flesh burned.
She wanted to grumble when Logan sat back, and the cool air on her heated breasts where his mouth had been made them tingle and ache. He yanked down her jeans, taking her panties with them. When he’d tossed them away he eased her legs wide, so he could kneel between them. Then he reached for the fastening of her bra and dealt with that in the same way he had her jeans.
She lay naked, enjoying how he feasted his hot gaze on her. Her core muscles clenched, arrowing sensation up to her sensitive nipples and right back down again. The erotic sizzle seemed to radiate out to the rest of her body. Reaching up, she grabbed Logan’s waistband and tried to get his jeans off his hips. But he was already leaning over her, his hands on her knees, pushing them up towards her waist.
The same cool air slid over her slit as she lay there, open to him, enjoying his heated gaze and the wicked look in his gorgeous eyes. Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around his arms, sliding one hand down to trace the tattoo on his forearm. She wanted to ask him what it meant, what significance the Celtic cross held for him, when he’d gotten it, but she didn’t want to waste time asking questions, especially when his head was lowering and his mouth was inches away from the fire of her core.
He didn’t touch her lightly this time. Didn’t caress her with the tip of his tongue, the tip of his finger. This time he pushed inside her with one swoop, his tongue sliding deep and hot. Her cry filled the room, but he didn’t take pity. He moved his tongue in a motion that took her moments from climax. How could that happen so fast?
His hands pushed down harder on her knees, anchoring her so that she couldn’t move even if she wanted to. She didn’t. So she let herself go, let him take her where he intended. Two more swoops of his tongue and she came. So hard that the room actually spun. So hard that she stopped breathing.
‘Logan...’
While she panted her way back from the oblivion of an excruciatingly excellent climax Logan sat back. His mouth was slick with her juices, his chest—such a wonderfully wide and muscled chest—heaved. Raw and savage, she thought dazedly as he reached into his trouser pocket, that was how he looked right then. It thrilled her beyond belief, and already she was throbbing for more. More of him. Much more of him.
She watched in a kind of stupor as he took a packet from his pocket and handed it to her.
‘Keep hold of this,’ he said. and got off the bed.
He pulled off his shoes and socks, shucked out of his jeans and boxers. April drank in the sight of him. Powerfully male, incredibly built. She trembled a little, but it was from raw need and impatience. She wanted him inside her. Wanted to feel him driving into her. Taking her. Pleasuring her.
And she wanted to pleasure him. So much more than she’d ever wanted to pleasure anyone before.
He was a generous lover, attentive and astute, and he pulled something from deep inside her. A need for connection that existed on a primal level and which she hadn’t realised was there. She wondered if the same need existed in Logan. If it did, she wanted to be the woman to bring it to the surface.
Which was a dangerous thought to have, and she pushed it away as Logan knelt between her legs again and held out his hand for the packet. April kept her eyes on his as she brought the packet to her lips, placed it between her teeth, and ripped it open.
Logan sucked in a breath, his stomach muscles jerking with the movement.
April took the condom out, tossed the packet away, then hiked herself up onto her elbows. Since she was lying with her knees bent, and Logan was between them, keeping her legs open wide, it was an awkward angle from which to slide the condom on for him, but she managed to get it over his tip.
He grinned knowingly. ‘Maybe you’ll let me do it next time.’
It took her a moment, hovering in a kind of sensual haze, before she caught his meaning. Was she still trying to keep a balance? Trying to control things in the bedroom? Even subconsciously?
She didn’t want her fears and concerns to slide into her personal life to the extent that she ruined what was already becoming meaningful to her. She wanted to enjoy what they shared, for as long as they shared it. Despite her earlier thoughts about some kind of deeper connection, she wanted this to be fun. To be easy.
Slackening her grip on the condom, she let Logan finish rolling it on.
Fun, she thought. Easy.
‘Maybe I could have managed if you weren’t quite so big.’ Grinning, she dropped back onto her elbows. ‘Not that I should be bolstering your ego—especially considering the size of it.’
Having finished the job of suiting himself, Logan gave a grin that was feral. ‘Big dick. Big ego. You certainly know how to compliment a guy.’
‘While the ego part is assured, my compliment regarding your dick is only based on visual evidence at the moment. I might have to reassess after a practical demonstration. Say, give you marks out of ten.’
He leaned down over her, placing his hands on either side of her head so that she had to drop onto her back. ‘Oh, I’ll be a perfect ten.’
She laughed as he positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his erection prodding her welcoming flesh. Reaching up, she wrapped her fingers around his wrists, wanting something to hold as he started pushing inside her.
Considering the rapid pattern of his breath, the urgency in his expression, it surprised her that he took his time. With each push he waited, watching her as if making sure she was okay. It was incredibly sweet, but right then April didn’t want sweet. She wanted hot, heavy, lusty, debauched.
‘Logan...take me...hard.’
He looked at her again, his mouth open, teeth bared, as if he was holding tight to something tenuous. Then he tilted his hips and pushed deep. He held steady again, waiting until April tightened her grip around his wrists and clenched her intimate muscles around him. Then he started to move.
Soon she was writhing beneath him, her hips matching the rhythm he set. Slow at first, then increasing in speed and intensity as he pumped hard, complying with her frantic demands.
Reaching between them, he flicked her clit with his thumb. Their gazes clashed, and in his eyes April saw th
e question. Right now, in this moment, she knew she could answer it. There was no need for caution, no need for suspicion or doubt. He wanted what she did. Hot, casual, uncomplicated sex that didn’t have to mean anything other than mutual enjoyment and satisfaction.
So with one pointed look into his dark blue gaze she closed her eyes.
Lights flashed, shapes spun...and the orgasm rocked her over and over, leaving her dazzled and shaken. And when Logan shattered too, spilling into the condom with a harsh grunt, it ripped through April like a sharp, unexpected summer storm.
‘Fuck...fuck...’ She opened her eyes to see Logan piercing her with his heavy-lidded gaze. Still with his hands anchored on either side of her head, his chest heaved as he pulled air into his lungs. ‘Okay?’
April swallowed, drew in a shaky breath. ‘More than okay. You?’
‘Way beyond.’
He kept looking at her with what seemed like reproach, but made no move to pull out.
‘What?’ she asked, sliding her hands up and down his arms. ‘I closed my eyes, in case you hadn’t noticed.’
‘I noticed.’
‘It’s just sex.’
His gaze travelled over her face before meeting hers again. ‘Yeah. Glad you pointed that out.’
For some reason April had thought she had to make that clear. But she wasn’t sure whether it was for her own benefit or for his. It was probably just that she still felt shaken, dazed by the whole thing. Because the sex had been pretty explosive—something she hadn’t experienced before.
Logan bent to kiss her, a light and easy kiss that served to remind her that this was all about having fun. Good—that was good. Because that was all she wanted it to be.
‘Bathroom?’ he asked, getting off the bed.
‘Out and to your left.’
Taking a moment to enjoy the view, April watched him disappear from the bedroom. His back view was very much on a par with his front view. An exceptionally fine ass, muscular legs and wide shoulders.
Satisfied, April stretched, every single one of her muscles seeming to give a very happy sigh. They hadn’t been worked that hard and pleasurably since...well, since never. Logan was the best workout they’d ever had.
