His finger moves round my ass, playing with my entrance. Oh no. My body tenses, nerves settling at the fear of the unknown.
“Logan, I—”
“Relax,” he repeats.
I breathe in and out, trying to focus on controlling my racing heart. With his spare hand, he brings it up to his face, spreading my lips and running his tongue along the inside of my pussy. The sensation begins to build up again; causing me to rock slowly. I rub my clit along his mouth, lost in how my body is reacting; hairs standing on end with goose bumps covering every inch of me.
I’m almost there . . . riding him hard until his finger pushes against my ass and slowly slides in stopping immediately.
My body stills; heart still racing like a fucking maniac and all I could think about was Logan’s finger is sitting in my ass. The pain that lasted only a few seconds subsides, and he continues to flick my clit, bringing back the pleasure once again.
I press harder, my body demanding he finish me off. Then, he slides his finger in deeper and stops. The pain, again, stopping my impending orgasm.
“I’m going to finger
this tight ass of yours and you’re going to come now,” he murmurs beneath me.
I’m terrified. It’ll hurt and I’ll have to offend him and tell him to pull out. Then there’ll be this awkward feeling between us and I’ll feel like a failure for not being an ass girl.
His tongue circles my clit in the same motion. The more he spreads my lips, the more exposed my pussy is to his mouth. I begin to rock again, laying my palms flat on the wall as he eats me like I’m his last meal on earth.
The fire in my belly stirs, and when all of my skin ignites and there’s no way to escape from him but to spiral out of control, he slides his finger in and out of my ass in sync with my body.
I didn’t expect the raw pleasure. My body to continue on this high from him worshipping me this way. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, make the whole world see that this sexy man beneath me is the only one to have ever made my body react this way. I didn’t want to stop . . . I wanted all of him now and for the rest of my life to take me however he wanted. I wanted him to own me. I wanted to own him. I needed his jealously to drive him to the brink of insanity and take that out on me however he desired. I wanted to do all the things that my body didn’t know it craved.
I wanted only him.
My body loses all self-control, collapsing on top of him as I use the little energy to lay beside him. The sound of my heart beating is obnoxiously loud and does nothing to control my breathing.
“You’re beautiful when you come for me.”
“How would you know?” I struggle to say. “I practically smothered you to death.”
He props himself up on his elbow, sweeping my hair away from my face. Lowering his head, he kisses the tip of my nipple causing me to shiver in delight.
“You’re not helping me right now.” I beg of him to stop, greedy and hungry for more.
“I’m sorry,” he responds playfully. “So, the deal was if I win the game tomorrow, I get to do whatever I want to you?”
My chest begins to rise and fall, overcome by laughter. “When did I say that?”
“It was right before you came . . . something along the lines of you can do anything you want to me.”
“I don’t recall that.”
“To be fair,” he says with concern. “You weren’t held to ransom. I could have easily stopped.”
“You’re a pain in the ass.” I grin, messing his hair with my hands to annoy him. Why did he have to be so beautiful, grinning back at me like a fool?
“I’d like to be a pain in your ass. You seemed to enjoy it.”
I pull the sheet to cover my body, despite the hot flashes from our current choice of topic. I shouldn’t be embarrassed to talk about it, and maybe after that small stint, I could be open to more.
My hands move around the bed, searching for my shirt. I place it on along with my panties that magically disappeared. Despite my reluctance to leave, I knew he needed sleep.
“I have to go. I don’t want Ash waking up and finding me here. He can’t know about us,” I remind him.
“I know, Emmy.” He sighs in agreement. “Go to the living room. I probably won’t see you till the day after. If it goes our way tomorrow, we’re out all night celebrating with the club. If it doesn’t go our way . . . then we’re screwed.”