He brings his hands down to my hips, gripping me tight and pushing me down against himself. Then he angles his hips up, rubbing his hard cock against me. Fuck! I toss my head back, nails digging into his back. I’m getting wet already, and I swear he could make me come like this, rubbing against me through my panties.
I’m straddling Logan. Feeling his hard cock press against me. In the back of my mind, I know this could be a terrible idea.
He’s my best friend. The one person in the world I know I can always count on. I should stop. Break away and get up.
Because sex can complicate things, and I don’t want to ruin what we have.
He pushes my hair over my shoulder and puts his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking at my skin with fury. It sends a jolt to me, making me even wetter than I already was. His desperation makes mine worse, and now all self-control has gone out the window.
My lips part, and if I weren’t kneeling in the sand, my legs would buckle and give out. Letting his hand fall down over my shoulder, he grabs one of my breasts through my dress. I’m not wearing a bra, and his fingers circle my pert nipple. I rock my hips again, rubbing myself against him.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says between kisses, pinching my nipple between his index finger and thumb. I pitch forward, pussy so wet and so hot I need to come before I explode. His fingers go to the zipper on the back of my dress, and I put one hand on his cheek, kissing him with fervor.
He starts to undo my zipper, and my hands fall to his pants, fumbling with his belt. I get it unbuckled, and he starts to inch down the zipper.
“Danielle,” he pants, breaking away.
Having his lips not on mine is like not breathing. Why the hell did he stop?
“Let’s go to our room.”
Room? What room? Oh shit, right. We’re on the beach. A public beach. I blink, looking behind Logan at the glowing lights of our resort.
“I…I forgot where we were,” I admit, inhaling deep. Logan pulls the zipper back up, but I don’t have that kind of self-control. My hands are still on his cock, feeling the length and girth through his pants.
I don’t know if that thing is going to fit inside of me. It if does, it might destroy me in the best way possible.
“There’s no one out here,” I groan.
“Fuck me.” Logan puts his mouth to mine, unable to resist any longer. In a swift movement, he flips us over and moves between my legs.
“I plan to,” I whisper as I go to kiss him again. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, and my pussy contracts. I want to push his head down and feel that tongue against my clit.
Voices echo along the beach. We stop kissing, but Logan makes no attempt to move off of me, and I’m still wrapped all around him. Separating will be physically impossible.
Swallowing hard, Logan starts to sit up. I don’t want to stop because what if the moment is over? I’m so wound up and turned on it’s going to take a lot to ruin the moment though.
Logan gets up and extends a hand for me. Sand falls off me, and Logan laces his fingers through mine. Licking my lips, I look down at his cock, which is so big and so hard it’s barely contained by his pants.
I mean to tell him that I’ll walk in front of him and we’ll go straight to our room. But it comes out as, “I want you,” which doesn’t help our situation at all. Hand in hand, we rush into the hotel. The elevator is crowded, and standing here, smashed up against Logan and his monster dick, I start to think about what we almost did.
And how much I want to do it.
We get into the room, and with anyone else, the vibe would be gone and things would be a little weird. But it’s not.
Not at all.
Logan’s arms go around me as soon as the door shuts, and it’s like we never stopped. Pushing me up against the door, he gathers my dress up in one hand while kissing my neck. I slit my eyes open as I wrap my arms around him.
My heart is racing and my breath hitches. Logan’s hands are on me. One is edging dangerously close to my core, and I almost can’t believe this is happening.
Finally happening.
He pushes his hips against mine, pinning me against the door. His cock presses against me, making me weak. I bring my hand to his chest, dragging my fingers down until I get to the waistband of his pants. I circle the button, and suddenly Logan breaks away.