The song seemingly lasts for an eternity, but at the same time, it’s over far too soon, and as he sets down the guitar and looks at me, I can’t help but say, “That was amazing, Logan.”And I mean it. I don’t throw out compliments like that if I don’t mean them, and never before have I meant a compliment more.
He runs a hand through his hair. “You’re not just saying that because it’s about you?” Even as he asks, he can’t help but smirk. He knows I’m not that kind of person. “Seriously, though, I… I think it’d be nice to sing with you again, even if we just sing here. Is that something you’d want to do with me?”
It’s funny. For a confident guy, when he asks that particular question, he sounds hesitant, unsure, like he believes I’m going to turn him down.
I haven’t sung a word since that night at the karaoke bar. I haven’t even thought about it lately, life has been so busy and hectic, but now that he’s got me thinking about it again… yeah, it would be nice to sing again. It’s the one thing I enjoyed above all else back in the day.
“I’d love to sing with you,” I tell him, and he responds by placing the guitar on the carpet and pushing himself off the stool. Before I know what’s happening, he’s pulling me up into his arms and planting a heated kiss right on my lips. I can’t help but giggle. “I said I’d sing with you, not kiss you.”
“Hmm.” He hums against me, his arms steel vices wrapped around me. He hoists me up so that my feet don’t touch the ground. “Unfortunately for you, if you do one you have to do the other. I don’t make the rules. That’s just how it goes.”
“Ah,” I say, slowly wrapping my arms around his neck. “So you kissed your old bandmates a lot, then? Even your brother?”
Logan chuckles softly. “They aren’t as pretty as you.”
I smile. “So, now that I’ve heard the song in full, are you going to take me home?”
His arms wrap a bit tighter around me. “Do you want me to take you home? Or do you want me to take you across the hall, tear off your clothes, and reacquaint myself with every beautiful inch of that body?”
As he says it, I can’t help but shiver. Letting him take me across the hall and, you know, do those things to me, might be moving too fast. We moved too fast last semester, and look at where we ended up: a disaster zone.
But I think we’re both different people now, and this isn’t my first rodeo.
“Take me across the hall,” I whisper, and it’s all I need to say. The look Logan gives me as he twirls us around and starts walking us out of the room is one of pure hunger. He hits the light switch on our way out, and as he carries me, we move through the dark hallway.
Soon enough we’re in his bedroom, and it’s like déjà vu. I’ve been here before, a long time ago. I blocked out those memories as best as I could, but when he sets me down on his bed it comes flooding back.
I didn’t know what I was doing then. I didn’t know how good everything can feel.
Logan turns on the lamp on his nightstand, and as he starts to shed his clothes, I tell him a particularly important piece of information: “I’m on birth control now.”
He’s halfway out of his shirt, his rippled abdomen on display, when I say it, and he freezes for a few seconds. Then that shirt comes all the way off, and he leans over me on the bed, nipping at my ear as his scratchy voice asks, “Is this you telling me you want to have me bare?”
I don’t say anything, but I do blush.
All he does is smirk, and then he finishes undressing.
My clothes come off shortly after, and just like that we’re both naked on his bed, just like we were all those months ago. Only this time is different, so different. This time we’re both well aware of what the consequences could be.
Holding himself above me, Logan rakes his gaze along my body, taking in every single part of me like he’s never seenanything more awe-inspiring. “Fuck me,” he whispers. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Wren. I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of you tonight. I hope you’re ready for a long night.”
His words, combined with the way he says it, makes me blush harder—and since I’ve been here before, I know exactly what kind of long night is in store for me. Logan has stamina, that’s for sure.
He lowers himself to me, kissing me hard, and then he trails his mouth along every part of me as his hands dance along my lower half. He nuzzles into my neck, plays with my chest, and somehow has the wherewithal to slip a hand between my legs and stroke my clit all at the same time. It’s an instant overload of sensations, and they all come at me at once. I squirm, I moan, I writhe; I don’t hold back.
Logan knows how to touch me, how to kiss me, even how to pinch my clit and tweak my nipples in all the right ways. I become a slave to the pleasure rising within, and my thighs squeeze together around the hand at my apex. Every single part of me is set aflame, and he doesn’t stop until I am unraveling for him.
I come with a vengeance, crying out loudly, and all Logan does is lift his head so he can watch me come undone and smirk like he’s enjoying playing god.
“I missed hearing the sounds you make,” he whispers. “I missed having you in my bed. Fuck, Wren, being without you was like losing my mind every single day.” Sighing, he nuzzles against my neck. “I need you more than the air in my lungs, I swear. You’re everything to me. Fucking everything.”
My eyelids close on their own as his words sink in. Spoken so desperately, so urgently, they must be truths. There is apparently nothing sexier than a guy basically saying he can’t go on without you.
He moves lower, and he only removes the hand at my apex when he spreads my thighs apart and gets comfortable between them. His tongue meets my clit shortly after, and he worships me like I was made for him. Every flick of his tongue, every time he sucks; he knows what to do. My body still rides the high from its previous orgasm, so I’m right there, ready to explode again.
And I do. He makes me come over and over again, and he doesn’t stop until I’m a panting, sweaty mess, until my entire body feels like useless goo. I am a mess of limbs splayed on top of his sheets, unable to breathe deeply.
Logan lifts his face from my apex, and I don’t need to look at him to know he wears a half grin. He draws a finger around my swollen clit, to the rim of my entrance, and back again. “You’re so wet you’re dripping,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to fuck you raw.”
