Page 14 of Twisted Love

Logan flipped them over expertly before he pushed up onto his knees so that he could look down at her, his hands on her hips to hold her against him. He studied her, the deep red shade of her nipples, dark with desire, her cheeks flushed, her eyes burning gray orbs of fascination. Then there was the flat plane of her stomach, the flare of hips, and the place where their bodies were joined. He watched as his cock slid into her, fascinated with the gleam of her obvious desire coating him.

He nearly came then and there but curled his toes and met her eyes. “Not yet, baby. I’m not done yet. Come here.”

He pulled out of her long enough to sit down on the couch properly and pulled her onto his lap. “I want those nipples in my mouth when you come.”

She groaned happily, sinking onto him just as he took her right nipple in his mouth. His hands on her ass guided her to a fast pace that had her groaning his name in a way that made his balls ache for more.

“You’re so soft, Keily, incredible.” He said before he claimed her other nipple. “Now, make yourself come.”

Her body went rigid for a fraction of a second, only a moment before she pushed her right hand between their bodies, eager to get off. She was so eager he grinned around the nipple before he sucked on it hard enough to make her wince, but it was a wince of pleasured pain. Just the way she liked it.

Logan distracted himself while he waited for that first fluttering sign that she was almost gone. Maybe she needed some help, he decided and let his fingers dig between the swells of her ass, to touch her in the most intimate way possible just as he bit down a little harder on her nipple.

That did it. He froze as the orgasm rocked through her, making her back arch and pull her nipple away. He followed along, held on, and sucked as her walls nearly swallowed his cock whole in gulping squeezes that nearly undid him.

When she’d started to climb down, when her nails no longer dug into his shoulders, he rocked up into her, held her hips still while he pounded himself inside of her with sharp thrusts that shook her. It was a reckless moment, one that he might regret later, mainly because he hadn’t even put a condom on, but he didn’t care. He wanted to be right where he was, balls deep in the only woman he couldn’t seem to get out of his system.

“Keily…” Her name was a whisper on his lips as that first shot of his release made him seize up. He held her still with a tight grip as his body took over, his eyes somewhere in the back of his head as even his toes curled with pleasure. It was an intense moment, the slick feel of her against his naked cock was incredible, it always was though.

He felt the tension melt out of his spine as he sank further into the couch. Keily sagged against him and he wrapped his arms around her to hold her in place. He could go again, if she just held still for a minute. He wanted to fuck her again, wanted to take his time, renew his memory of her, even if his brain said he needed to run fast and hard away from her.

It was starting to become annoying, his brain’s constant warnings to leave Keily behind. He hadn’t meant for the affair to go on this long. He hadn’t meant to melt at the sight of her gray eyes smiling up at him in satiated happiness. He hadn’t meant to feel anything other than the pleasure of having her on his dick.

But now? Now he felt…something.

He nudged her to move and he got up, despite her groan of protest. “I need a drink.”

“Oh, okay.” She mumbled but he heard the hurt in her words.

He ignored the twinge of guilt that made his heart ache and walked into the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice. He didn’t want her to see the affection he felt for her, or the soft way she made him feel. Softness was for the weak and Logan was anything but soft. “I might go back to the house this evening.”

“Oh?” She asked simply, a wall coming down over her face. “I thought you’d stay tonight?”

“I need to take care of some things over there, a water leak…” He let the lie trail off, unwilling to say more.

“I see.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and narrowed her eyes at him. When she let her lip go, she got up and walked over to him, just as nude as he was. “And you wonder why I hate you so much?”

She punctuated the question by grasping his cock, instantly hard in her hand. “I know why you hate me, Keily. I’m a bastard and I know it.”

“Hmm.” She nodded as she stroked him in just the right way, her grip not too tight and at just the right pace. “You are, but that’s not why I hate you.”

She looked right into his eyes, and he expected naked vulnerability, but she wasn’t worked up enough for that yet. She wanted to be in control, to change his mind. He might just let her. “Why do you hate me then, Keily?”

“Because you make me hate you. Even when I want to like you, you make me…hate you.”

“Then why are you stroking my dick?” He gave her a sardonic smile that made her blink before she answered.

“Because I love your dick.” She whispered as she leaned up to his lips. Her tongue darted out, stroked his bottom lip, before she spoke again. “You’ve got a magic dick that’s cast a spell on me, and I can’t get enough of it.”

“It’s good to know.” He rumbled with amusement. “At least you like something about me.”

“That’s about all, yes.” Her lips quirked into a teasing smile, but he didn’t really care if she meant it or not. He just wanted her to keep stroking his dick.

“That’ll do.” He murmured with his eyes closed, concentrating on the sensation of her delicate hand stroking him.

“Shall we move to the bedroom?” She purred into his left ear with a sultry whisper.

“No, the shower, I think.”