I explored the hard planes of his torso, feeling the way his muscles contracted under my fingers. He arched up with a hiss as I tongued his nipples, pulling his sexy nipple ring into my mouth and tugging. I lapped and teased my way down his stomach, discovering the ticklish spot by his bottom left rib, and smiling as he moaned in want when my mouth descended lower.
I eased down his body, crouching between his knees, his erection in my face. His eyes were wild with desire, his voice rough as he spoke.
“Do it, Lottie. Suck me. Suck my cock.”
He shouted as I wrapped my lips around him, sucking the head deep into my mouth. I lapped and teased, engulfing him as much as I could. He was salty, musky, and delicious. I cupped his balls, stroked his shaft, paying extra attention to his sensitive spots with my tongue. He grunted and hummed his approval, murmuring my name, guiding my movements with his hands wrapped in my hair, and letting me know what he liked.
Which seemed to be everything.
Relaxing my throat, I took him in farther, sliding my hands under his ass, gripping him hard as I swallowed around him. He roared, thrusting up, cursing and pleading.
“Jesus, Lottie, I need…fuck, baby…I’m…”
He came. Hard. Long spurts of hot come jetted down my throat as he trembled and shouted. His body sagged, and I drew back slowly, letting his still hard erection slip from my lips.
He lay on my bed, an arm flung over his face, his chest moving rapidly as he gasped for breath. I kissed his thighs, crawled up his torso, and curled up on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me like a steel band, holding me tight.
For a moment, there was silence.
“Lottie?”
“Hmm?” I asked, tracing lazy circles on his chest.
“I don’t want to know how you learned to do that, but just know you’ll never do that to anyone but me—ever again.”
“Is that a fact?”
In a second, I was under him, his eyes blazing down at me. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
He knelt back on his heels, running his hands up and down my legs, each time going higher. He nudged my knees apart. “It’s my turn now. I get to taste you.”
I shivered at the sound of his voice. He ran his lips over my thighs, swirling his tongue on my skin. I gasped as he bit down, marking the inside of one thigh, then the other, the sharp sting of his teeth turning me on even more. He sat back, admiring his handiwork, his fingers dancing over my skin.
His gaze met mine. “Everything between these two marks is mine now. I’m going to lick you. Eat you. Make you come all over my face. Then I’m going to fuck you.”
I cried out as his mouth met my center. He teased my clit, flattening his tongue, licking me. He swirled and lapped. Long strokes of his tongue. Nuzzles of his full lips. Sucking. Biting. Kissing. Tasting. He added his fingers, touching a place so deep inside me I stiffened, coming in a rush so intense I screamed. He didn’t stop, coming at me over and again, wringing another orgasm out of me before lifting his head, licking his lips, and smiling.
“So fucking sweet, baby. I’m going to feast on you every day.”
He rose, grabbing a condom and rolling it on. Grasping my hips, he locked his eyes on mine, and he thrust forward, sinking inside, claiming me.
I cried out at the sheer mass of him. He began to move, my body adjusting to his size quickly. Long, firm strokes of his cock. Sharp thrusts that made me see stars. He kissed me passionately, the tang of me lingering on his tongue, mixing with the flavor that was all Logan. I was lost in the sensations he brought forth in me, my body a quivering mass of pleasure. Everything was magnified. The coarseness of his chest hair that rubbed my breasts. The touch of his metal on my skin. The feel of his back muscles under my fingers as he pushed and pulled. How he tasted. Smelled. Felt.
I was spinning out of control, every sense heightened, every nerve ending pulsating. Gripping his long, sexy hair with my hand, I flung my other arm out, my fingers seeking purchase. It was his hand sliding over mine, squeezing my fingers, that brought me back. The gentlest of touches amid the storm he created centered me, and with a cry, I came. Hard and wet, throbbing around him, his name echoing in the room. He stilled, his face buried in my neck, thrusting once, twice, three more times before he moaned my name, his cock swelling and pulsating as his orgasm tore through him.
There was no sound other than our breathing and the feel of his lips against my skin quietly uttering my name.