Pulling away, he peers down at me.
“Morning, Angel.”
“Morning,” I reply, with a lazy smile.
He climbs out of bed, completely comfortable with his nudity, as he should be. Logan is a beautiful man, with his broad shoulders, six pack abs, and don’t even get me started on that ass.
“Come on, babe. Let’s get a shower before we head to the clubhouse.”
“Why are we going to the clubhouse?”
“Prez called earlier. Said he needs us there.”
“Okay, but I need to go pick my sister up at her friend’s house soon.”
“No problem, babe. Now come on.”
Standing under the spray of the hot water feels so good on my skin. Especially since Logan has taken it upon himself to wash me. His hands slowly roam all over my body, paying special attention to my breasts. When he reaches between my legs, I close my eyes letting out a moan.
Wanting to return the favor for what he did to me just moments ago, I drop to my knees in front of him. . His long, thick cock making my mouth water.
Reaching up, I wrap my hand around his shaft. His size making my hands look so small. Looking up, I meet his eyes. I’ve only given head a handful of times before to a guy I dated for about four months my last year of high school. Though he never complained, I’m not completely confident in my ability to please Logan. I’m positive he has had more experienced women.
“Go on, beautiful,” he says, encouraging me.
Pushing those thoughts away, I bring the head of his cock to my mouth, swiping my tongue across the tip to catch the bead of precum, causing him to moan. I close my eyes, relishing the taste of him.
Playing off his reaction, I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock a bit, before taking half of his length in my mouth, while my hand works the rest of his shaft. Never taking my eyes off his. I see the heavy rise and fall of Logan’s chest, and the set of his jaw line
, telling me he wants to take control but is letting me take the lead, allowing me to go at my own pace.
Reaching down, Logan grabs a handful of my hair as I take his cock all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Logan hisses.
He begins to pump in and out of my mouth, holding my hair so tight it stings a little. I love it.
“Your mouth looks so fuckin’ good wrapped around my cock, Angel.”
I’m so turned on.
Logan must be able to read my thoughts because he asks, “Is sucking my cock turning you on? Your pussy’s wet, isn’t it?”
All I can do is hum my response.
“Put your fingers on your clit, Bella. I want to watch you while you suck my dick.”
I begin to rub my clit and it doesn’t take long before I can feel my orgasm building, as he continues to fuck my mouth.
Moments later Logan stills, as jets of warm, salty cum hit the back of my throat as my own orgasm crashes over me.
Reaching down he picks me up, pulling me into him, and rests his forehead on mine. The now lukewarm water is cascading over both of us.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he says, breathlessly.
Logan and I pull up to the clubhouse and park. Getting off the bike, I hand him my helmet. As we make our way inside, Logan holds my hand. The fact that he’s not trying to hide that we’re together causing my belly to flutter a little.
Last night the club had been loud, full of bikers and scantily dressed women. This morning it’s quiet. I only see a few of Logan’s brothers. Gabriel is in his corner, drinking what I’m guessing is coffee, and Quinn is sitting at the bar with his own cup too.