Logan
A silent spell falls upon us. I stare at her while those eyes I could watch all day are full of so much yearning it wrecks me.
Her face is a vision of innocence, purity, and lust. It’s a combination of an angel with a side dish of sin. When our eyes collide—and goddamn, do they ever—it’s like lightning striking an electrical tower. Sparks fly all around. Never in my life have I felt a jolt of electricity hit me just from looking into a woman’s eyes.
It powers right through my veins.
Need.
It licks a trail up my dick.
I want to go animalistic on her. Push her as far as she’ll let me. I also want to discover everything that turns her on. What parts of her skin will make her squirm with the touch of a finger. Make her beg with my tongue — pant, and scream when I slide into her. I want to kiss her skin lightly, roughly. I want to mark her until she’s dripping with me. I want to watch her face as she comes so I can brand it into my memory until I erase any remaining shred of doubt.
The minute Seth called to tell me Ellie was here, and I strolled through our office door like a man gone wild; he was about two seconds from having his fingers broken from where he firmly wrapped a hand around my forearm because I needed to maim someone. Preferably myself for expecting this woman with a mind as sharp as a tack would not want to know about this place once she thought about it.
This place, my life, the women, they were a means to make money for me. Sure, I got off. Immense pleasure? Not even close to the kind Ellie brings out and we haven’t even begun to explore.
I’m not quite sure what Ellie is doing here, let alone trying to prove by thinking she isn’t enough. If I knew her better, she’d be over my knee for pulling a reckless stunt like this. Newbie night isn’t the best night for someone who has no desire to dip into this lifestyle. It’s the worst night of the month. The kink level is higher than most nights because the women are up for anything and men outnumber them.
I spotted her straight away when I glanced at the wall full of monitors and watched closely as she gazed out the one-way mirrored window.
All that hair pulled up in a sleek, shiny ponytail. Her low dipped shirt leaving little to the imagination of what laid underneath. And, Christ, I about lost it when I noticed her long legs were bare. My eyes traveled up those legs, dick growing when I noticed she had on a black leather skirt that hugged the plump curves of her juicy ass. Those big blue pools of hers were full of lust as she watched an orgy.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
Rapt.
Her exquisite beauty reduced me to nothing.
Christ, I wanted to take her right where she stood as I firmly gripped hold of those curvaceous hips, bent her over the couch in the corner of the room and pushed her short skirt up and over her ass. Fuck her until she promised never to come here again.
“Logan, please.” Her request is a needing plea.
She smiles. It’s insecure. Ellie is out of her mind if she believes she isn’t enough. Suppose I’m the guy to give her a lesson in assurance even though the one doing the teaching is her.
Her palm touches my cheek. Delicate finger running back and forth over my stubble. It’s soft, tender and warm like her lips. It feels unbelievably good when she touches me. I can’t wait until she wraps those fingers around my dick and jacks me off.
When she begs with those bright blue eyes that do me in every time, her mouth parting, I lower my head and take.
I devour her sensual mouth. She gives back in return.
I kiss her until she melts into me. Without breaking apart, I hoist her up, step backward, her arms going around my neck, legs dangling in the air until I plant us on the couch, positioning those long toned legs around me.
“You are enough for me. Get that through your head. I would never, nor do I want to touch another woman ever again. You either take my word for it, or you don’t. The choice is yours, just like giving me a chance is yours,” I whisper into her mouth, gulping down her panting breaths; those noises are as real as the pulse of this woman in my veins.
I’ve told many lies while being with a woman; they flew freely from my tongue. With Ellie, I’m clear, focused, and everything I say to her doesn’t even begin to soak up the truth of what I see when I look at her.
She’s a gift I don’t want to return. One if I could, I’d open every day for the rest of my life.
There’s no turning back for me after her.
Ellie’s feet are on the gas, and I’ll go at her pace getting to know her, but the rush, the need to be inside her won’t slow down.
With Ellie, I forget. With her, I can be me, and that is the best thing this woman can give me. Her body is a bonus.
I wait for a sassy comeback; when none comes, I run my hands up her naked thighs, break away from her mouth and stare into her out-of-focus and heated eyes, testing my resolve not to fuck her right here and now. I might ease the ache between her legs, but I will never taint her sweet body by fucking her here.
“I’m sorry, I won’t doubt myself again,” she words softly.
Jesus, this woman, she’s going to do me in. So pure, I could get drunk on it.
“Once again, I’m the one who should be sorry, Ellie. I should have never left this part of my life wide open. I should have known you wouldn’t leave it alone. It’s done. The door to this life is closed. I have to work in the office, but that’s all I’ll be doing when I’m here.”
That’s the truth. The idea of another woman touching me makes me as nauseous as thinking about a man touching Ellie.
My lies and betrayal, they hang over my head.
A predatory reminder that they could drop and rip us in two at any given time.
Doesn’t stop me once again from taking a little more of this woman, while allowing her to unwilling thief a little more of me.
I run my hands up her thighs, under her skirt, and lightly across her soaking silk panties, where I seek the tiny bud, give it a pinch and caress the line of her slit.
Damn, is she drenched.
My tongue darts out to sweep across her lips and before I have the chance to tease, I begin sucking down her every exhale in a deep kiss as she grinds into my hand. Her glazed-over eyes roll into the back of her head as she seeks out what she needs.
“Jacked off at least a dozen times these past few weeks thinking about this pussy,” I mumble into her mouth before diving back in.
My mouth moves from hers to that elegant neck, exploring and nipping as I go. By the time I get to the shell of her ear, she’s panting and moaning and squirming above me, right where she belongs. “You taste so good. Smell divine and edible. My mouth waters thinking about your pussy. It’s the sweetest flavor ever to coat my tongue.” Another truth, regardless if it’s meant to reaffirm her confidence.
“And this mouth of yours.” I skim back down her neck, take her mouth once again and deepen our kiss that turns into a wild frenzy. “I can’t wait to have it wrapped around me. Can’t wait for more sass so I have an excuse to kiss you.” I lick every corner, every crevice in the well of her delicious mouth and sweep my tongue across her straight white teeth.
“Your mind is in chaos, and I want to crawl inside and straighten it out. I want your heart as much as your body, and I’ll fight dog dirty to get every bit of you there is to give.”
It doesn’t take but a second before I’m craving to make her come. A groan deep in the confines of my throat erupts when I stroke her clit, push her panties aside and plunge a finger inside of her heat.
Warm and tight.
I tease her clit, apply pressure with my thumb around the sensitive nub. She huffs out a breath and lifts her hips.
I don’t need to teach this woman a damn thing. She’s a natural at seduction without even knowing it.
She’s the teacher, the driver, and I’m the asshole who will be asked to get out long before we reach a destination.
I must be insane. Either that or desperate to have a bit of good in my life before everything turns to shit.
I bite her bottom lip, then skim my mouth down her neck, planting kisses everywhere. She squirms, pants. Her body is coming alive, turning to perfection in the palm of my hands.
“You feel me touching you, kissing you? This silky, flawless skin is perfection.” For the life of me, I’ll never understand how she could ever doubt herself.
“Yes, I feel and hear.”
Christ, her voice is throaty and husky; there’s not a fake thing about it.
Just like her.
“You better.”
If it’s the last thing I do before she kicks me out of her life is to unbend her lack of thinking she isn’t enough. The more I think about anyone else seeing her breasts, feeling the warm well of her pussy, the more jealous I get. Can’t even stomach the idea.
I palm her ass with my free hand, squeeze and repeat.
While my finger drives in and out of her pussy, my mouth seeks out one of her nipples and I latch my teeth onto it through her shirt and bra, pulling, tugging from gentle to hard.
Her arousal fills the air. That sweet addiction powers my finger to drive faster. She moans, arches her back enough to plant her tits in my face. I bite down gently as she gives me her orgasm by coming undone with an easy-going sigh.
A few minutes later, she pulls in a deep breath as I tuck her to my side and walk her through the club, a fret of nervous tension rolls down her spine until I open her car door and tuck her safely inside.
And as I follow her home in the deep dark of night with the glow of the city around me, I know I flunked, and she passed the class on her first try.
I failed every year that I didn’t make Ellie mine.