“That was interesting,” he said, holding the bar door open for me as we left.
“Yeah.” And embarrassing. “I’m sorry.”
His face was completely serious. “Why? Didn’t you think it was flattering?”
My best friend wanted to watch us. Awkward, yes. But flattering? “I don’t know, I guess.”
He looked amused. “Don’t worry, I’m perfectly happy without an audience.”
I walked beside him, desperate not to appear I was limping on the shoes. He fumbled with his keys, and when the door was unlocked, he didn’t open it. Instead he pressed me back against it. His lips brushed over my neck and sparks shimmered through my skin, electricity showering down on me. My hands went inside his jacket and around his waist, holding his hard body against mine. But it wasn’t enough.
“I want you,” I said. In fact, I might have purred it.
“Hope you don’t mind if I drive fast then.”
No, I didn’t. I put my hand on his lap as he drove, high above his knee, the side of my pinky finger against his semi-hard dick. What type of sex waited for me in his apartment? Whatever kind, it was sure to be intense. It didn’t seem like Logan was capable of having mediocre, run-of-the-mill sex.
On the elevator ride up, his mouth was hot by my ear. “Where are your panties?”
I flushed under his victorious gaze. I’d left them in his car, forgotten. “You know where they are, boss.”
He dropped my bags just inside the door and didn’t bother with any lights, which only made the view out the window more unbelievable. I was drawn toward it and the orange-yellow line of the streetlights on Lake Shore Drive. Arms circled me from behind and pressed me forward. Further until I was up against the cold glass.
He didn’t say anything, not that he had to. His body pressed into me, molded to mine, his hips surging forward while hands pulled me to arch back into him. His teeth nipped at my ear. His mouth feathered kisses lower. I fogged the glass with each staggered breath I took and enjoyed the rush to be right against the glass, forty-four stories up in the air.
It was a back zipper on the dress, which I felt him draw down ever so slowly, like he was going tooth by tooth. Fingers slipped under my bra band and it went slack, undone. But he wasn’t so much undressing me as he was getting clothes out of his way. Moving them to the side so he could slip his large hands inside the dress, sliding them over my skin, caressing my back.
My palms were flat on the glass by my chest, so when his fingernails raked gently down my skin, I tried to push off. I was already insane for him.
“No,” he said, one hand pressing my
shoulder back into the glass, while his hips moved, insinuating that he wanted to fuck me right here, right like this. His dick was hard against my ass, pressing into me.
“Keep your hands on the glass.”
My feet were killing me. The strap across my toes bit into my flesh, but I followed his orders, and he rewarded me by pulling one shoulder of the dress and bra down and then the other so they were bunched around my waist. My nipples were tight and hard, and he skimmed his fingers over one before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, pushing it forward to kiss the cold pane of glass.
I made a noise of satisfaction and desperation. I didn’t want foreplay. That’s what the last three days had been. I whimpered and a belt unbuckled. His zipper was undone. Air was cool on my ass cheeks when he hiked the skirt of the dress up to my waist, so the whole dress was bunched there.
Without words, he used his body to show me how he needed me to be to best bring us together, pulling my lower body away from the glass and leaning me over.
I was dripping wet between my thighs and he took full advantage. His dick slipped between the hollow of my legs, rubbing himself in my wetness, getting himself ready to take me. His soft skin against my slick skin, with no latex between us, made me tremble.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked, his subtle movement teasing me. “No condom?”
“I’ve never done that before, but, yeah.”
He blew out a long breath, and then positioned himself so he could press into me, pushing slowly. My eyes were closed and my arms crossed on the glass, my forehead resting on them.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “Something that feels this good should be illegal.” And he wasn’t even inside me all the way yet. My body wasn’t as resistant as before. It was hardly uncomfortable.
I could feel everything, every inch as he advanced in me.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Oh my god, more.”
I moaned and bit my lip when he pushed all the way in, his skin against the skin of my backside. Just having him inside me was like setting the roller coaster cars on the track, climbing up that first big hill. His hands were on the dress at my waist, holding it in place. He seemed to be holding himself in place.