The Revenge Games Duet

He lifts his body, and through the moonlight that barely peeks its way through the drapes, I can see his expressed has changed.

Does he know how unbelievably sexy he is? Especially when he plays the brooding lover.

“Why am I jealous of you wanting to screw a fictional vampire?”

“You tell me.” I run the tip of my tongue along his jaw. “I can’t quite work you out.”

His hand grips onto my hip, positioning himself with his cock dancing around my entrance. With no words to say, he slides himself in much to my pleasure and waits for his breathing to stabilize. “I can explain many things, Emmy, but right now I’ll say this...” he trails off. The rhythm of his body distracts him, and me, until I press on his chest and catch my breath begging him to finish his sentence. “What is it, Logan? Don’t leave me hanging here.”

“When I’m not around you, nothing makes sense. When I’m inside you it all makes sense.”

“But we promised to keep this just fun.”

“I don’t like other men touching you.”

“Edward Cullen is not another man.” I attempt to keep light of the situation.

“Don’t do that,” he notes with dark amusement. “Do you know what happens when you make me jealous?”

I shake my head.

“I will punish you.”

Curiosity gets the better of me. “Like what? Spank me? I wouldn’t mind that.”

“I won’t make you come.”

It’s my turn to laugh. “Yeah, right. You know what? That’s just cruel and besides, we’re back to the whole you are the one who’s not supposed to come.” Pushing my hands on his chest, I move him off me and use my body to straddle him. There’s a sense of danger with Ash in the same apartment. Basically, he will literally kill us both if he walks in and sees us together.

I clear my throat in an effort to keep my voice low and unheard. “I’m making an executive decision here… you can’t come, no shooting of loads anywhere. If you play bad it’ll be on me,” I command. “So, with that decided, I’ll come.”

He cups the back of my neck and draws me into him. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“Crazy… maybe.” In a bold move, I lift my legs and raise my clit, positioning it in his mouth. Beneath me he moans, gripping onto my ass tight and sliding his hand around my asshole making me flinch with nerves. I’ve only tried it once, and with that one time, I practically died of pain. It was the worst experience of my life, and I don’t want to revisit anything which results in something going inside my ass.

He continues to flick his tongue, mixing the movement with gentle sucks. My body moves up and down, using the headboard for support as I ride his mouth on the verge of combusting at any given moment. Keeping quiet is the hardest part, my moans trapped inside, and with nothing to bite but my own lips it only heightened the moment.

Logan moves his mouth catching his breath. “I want you to relax.”

What does he mean by that? I’m beyond relaxed. I’m about to come until he stops me.

His finger moves around 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 to his face, spreading my lips and running his tongue along the inside of my pussy. The sensation begins to build again causing me to rock slowly. I rub my clit along his mouth, lost in how my body is reacting—hair standing on end with goosebumps 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.

My heart racing like a fucking maniac and all I can think about is Logan’s finger is sitting in my ass. The pain subsides after only a few seconds while 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.