He turns me around, his stance intimidating me. “You don’t go from telling me you’ve never had a dick in your ass to the height of palm trees.”
“Uh... whatever.” I roll my eyes. “I bet you’ve fucked a million girls that way, man-whore.”
Logan continues to laugh irritating me further. “Believe it or not, no. When I fuck, I want it over and done with and out of my apartment.”
“Nice,” I say again, with a fake smile.
“That’s not nice, Emmy. I sense some jealousy in your voice.”
“Me?” I point to my chest. “Jealous of what? I know what you’re like, Logan. It’s not a secret. I came here to talk because you wanted to talk. So talk.” I fold my arms, keeping myself protected.
“You’re hot when you’re angry. Do you know that?”
“Yes, I do,” I respond with sarcasm.
He rubs his chin, making it hard for me not to notice the playful grin he continues to maintain. “About last night...”
Of course, it’s about last night. What did I think it would be about?
“Yeah?”
“I was going to fuck you,” he states firmly.
“And? I was going to fuck you.”
“Then we didn’t.”
“Well, Ash being a cockblocker is nothing new. Once, in high school, Mom and Dad were away and I brought this guy home. I swear Ash had his radar on because he clung to me like a bad smell.”
Logan’s grin disappears, his muscles tightening with a pinched expression. If I didn’t know better, he appears jealous. I want to laugh. How can he be jealous of something that happened in high school?
“Wait... are you jealous? You know jealously looks nice on you,” I tell him playfully.
“Stop with the word nice.”
“Fine, but you’re jealous? Just admit it.” I poke at his chest, any excuse to touch him.
“I’m jealous that other men get to touch you, but I don’t.”
I stand perfectly still, my heart’s racing followed by quick breaths. His stare is persistent, making it difficult for me to think straight. The green is his eyes make it problematic to notice anything else, but this hard stare makes me want to fall to the floor and beg him to have his way with me.
And then, I remember our pact—to have fun.
Our little secret.
“Then touch me,” I whisper.
He raises his fingertip and traces my cheek. “We need to agree this is just for fun.” He keeps his voice low. “Just between us.”
I nod. I don’t want anything else from him, but this escape.
“And fucking you won’t just be nice,” he accentuates. “If I fuck you, you’re going to feel it.”
Inside I’ve already descended into orgasm mode, but to keep my tough-girl persona, I think of a way to challenge him. I don’t want him to believe he has the upper hand. “You’re on, Carrington.” I tug on his towel, watching it fall to the floor. I’m taken aback by his cock standing hard. I’ve never been one to overanalyze with such detail but his cock seems absolutely perfect.
I fall to my knees, wrapping my hand around his length. His body instantly jerks. He moans as his hand wraps around my hair. I stroke it gently, his skin so soft yet rock hard beneath my grip. As I move my head in, I open my mouth and allow my lips to wrap around him, sliding into me as his whole body buckles forward.
“Fuck,” he moans, pushing my head to him.