Unknown, p.14
Unknown, page 14
She began to speak.
I stole her response with another kiss and sped my pumping.
She tightened her hold on me.
How many nights had I imagined this moment? How many times had I stroked my cock to a vision like this? The only reason I took my time was because I was too damn scared to wake up and find out this was another dream—that Mia was not in my arms.
If this is a dream, then I hope I never wake up.
“Oh God!” Mia gasped, breaking apart from my kisses.
I pulled my cock out. The soaking wet length continued to point up. I leaned my head down and sucked on her nipple, rolling my tongue over the puckered tip. “You’re everything, Mia.”
Trembling, she gazed down at where our bodies met. “Put it back.”
I let go of her nipple and flashed her a wicked grin. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Beg for it.”
“Logan,” she whined.
I licked my lips. “I love hearing my name on your tongue.”
She whispered, “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
I groaned and pushed my cock back into her warm pussy, but only a little bit. I kept her up. She shivered against me as she gazed down at her pussy.
I followed her view. The moonlight bathed the space, showing the stiff mushroomed tip of my cock partly buried inside of her, the thick vein pulsing along the shaft and pressing against the condom.
“Are you sure you don’t want it slow, Mia?”
Her body shuddered. “You are the devil, Logan.”
“No. I’m a nice guy.” I moved my hand and stroked her clit again. “See? Look how much pleasure I give you. I can’t be the devil.”
“Oh!” She clamped her inner muscles around my cock.
“Fuck.” Pleasure ripped up my spine. “Oh, Mia. I’m trying to be in control, but—”
Mia cried out in pleasure. “Logan.”
And that was what cracked my control. It was my name on those full lips, in that sweet voice drenched in desire. It was the way she closed her eyes, pouted, and desperately tried to push down further on my cock.
“Fuck.” Finally, I drove back deep inside her—balls deep. My cock surged, leaking pre-cum into the condom, swelling and pulsating in her warm, wet pussy. It was heaven. Pure heaven.
“So good.” She bobbed up and down on my length. “So good.”
“Oh, Mia, that’s what I want to hear.” My biceps flexed as I kept her up, keeping her body in perfect position to take all of me.
Letting her head fall back, she jerked her hips with each thrust, meeting me with each stroke. “Logan!”
Somehow, I held her in place, unsure of how I could remain standing, so close to exploding, so damn ready.
It had been a good thing that she’d reminded me about the condom. With the way my tip throbbed with erotic sensations, I would be filling her up soon.
“So close,” she moaned as her nipples bobbed with the movement.
I pumped faster, but not too quick. I wanted her to feel every inch of me slip in and out of her. Her breathing shifted to whimpering softly.
And then she gripped my shoulders harder, digging her nails into my back. “Oh God, yes!”
Loving her cries and even the pain from her nails, I maintained the smooth rhythm of my cock, sliding in and out, pulling her groin closer to me so my muscled abs could brush against her clit. Every sensitive part of her needed to be touched. She clenched her pussy some more, so tight. I reached down and rubbed her hard clit, wanting to pull a strong orgasm from her.
Dear God, why don’t I have four arms?!
Before God could answer me, Mia shouted, “Logan! Yes!”
With a few more strokes of my thumb and thrusts from my cock, her pussy sang to me. It hugged my cock. Her arousal dripped down my length.
And just when I couldn’t take anymore, her pussy squeezed again, this time gripping me.
It was like everything in her opened for me—and everything in her was warm and welcoming and utterly hot and erotic.
Holy fuck.
I forced myself to keep that slow luscious pace, even though I wanted to pound the shit out of her pussy.
Pleasure blazed in her eyes. It damn near saturated them. And we drank in each other, peering deep within the other’s souls, lost in the silence of our moans and the hammering of our hearts as we raced and rocked toward that soul-shattering moment, when nothing else ever mattered.
Fuck!
So close to coming, I grunted, unable to deal with the perfect wet pressure of her pussy sucking my cock. “Oh fuck, Mia!”
Erotic tremors rippled through my whole body. I came close to losing balance. I slammed one hand against the wall and kept my other hand under her ass as I rammed my cock into her, rocking with deep, long strokes. Pushing so deep, I squeezed my ass cheeks together each time I filled her up.
Don’t come yet. Make sure she does first.
“I’m coming,” she whimpered against my lips.
Thank God!
She came with a stifled moan, her chest heaving up and down. And I swallowed down some of the moan, sucking on her tongue as she tore apart in my arms.
“Yes, Mia. Let go, baby.” I gripped her hips tighter, controlling our pace. Nice and slow, so I could savor every breath, every moan, every squeeze of her pussy. I thrust again, so close, my body shattering with each wet inch.
“Fuck.” Burying myself in her over and over, I came hard with her.
Her voice was a low whimper. “Logan.”
“Oh yes, Mia.” Shoving my face in her neck, I thrust hard, pulling her hips against me with both hands, and I felt the tip of my cock almost nudge her cervix. “Fuck yes!”
“Oh!”
Perfect. She’s so damn perfect.
Weak from the orgasm, I carried her over to the bed. I gently lay her down. When she was safe, I collapsed, making the top mattress bounce.
“Oh my God.” Mia rolled over to her back, panting as her chest rose and fell. “That was incredible.”
I tried to catch my breath. “It was.”
“This may sound weird, but I’m glad I found the damn notebooks.”
“I’m glad you did too.” I wiped the sweat off my forehead. “But now you have a new problem.”
She turned my way. “What is that?”
“You’ll never get rid of me.”
“Logan.” She smiled. “I don’t think I would ever want to get rid of you.”
I moved over to her and kissed those soft lips. “Are you hungry?”
“A little...” And then she widened her eyes. “Shit!”
“What?”
She sat up. “I forgot something super important.”
“What?”
“I have a wedding cake due tomorrow morning. Damn it. That was on my list when I woke up. Break up with Tyson and finish the cake.”
“No worries.” I sat up with her. “When is it due?”
“Around ten in the morning.” She jumped up and hurried to the bathroom. “Shit. I must get back to the house. I just won’t sleep and if I do that, I’ll finish it on time.”
“And I’ll help.”
She stopped and turned around. “No. You don’t have to. You haven’t slept and—”
“I wasn’t going to sleep tonight anyway.”
“Why not?”
“I planned on fucking you and then reading Kingmaker and then waking up later to fuck you again.”
She grinned. “All in that order?”
“Pretty much.”
“Well, I’m game as long as we add baking a cake to that list.”
“Good. I’ll read Kingmaker out loud.”
“And I’ll fall in love with you slowly with each page.”
“Shit.” I got up with her. “Then, let’s get this party started. Back to your house. And Mia, promise you’ll let me lick the bowl.”
She caught the sensual request. “I would love for you to lick it.”
“Good. Then, let’s head back.”
18
New Love
Mia
W
hen we’d arrived at my apartment hours earlier, no one was there. Tyson had moved his stuff under my brother’s supervision. My brother and his girlfriend left promptly afterwards. I owed them a dinner for the help.
Immediately, I focused on my efforts on making the cake.
I’m so lucky.
Hours later, a light pitter patter of rain hit the outside of the window. The sun rose, peaking into the brightening sky. I placed one more creamy ribbon around the white rose petals.
Logan sipped his coffee, cleared his throat, and continued to read. “Although Mulligan had come close to death, the mercury stones he’d taken in Mercia healed him—”
“That’s such bullshit.”
Logan looked up from the book. “You want Mulligan to die?”
“No, but I want the author to keep it real too. He killed Mulligan off in the last book and got a bunch of backlash, so boom, now we have some mercury stones added.”
“Mulligan did get mercury stones from Mercia.”
I lay a creamy ribbon along the second layer. “I don’t remember mercury stones in any of the earlier books.”
“Book three and four.”
“Bullshit.”
“Bullshit?” He smirked. “Are you challenging me?”
“I am. The mercury stones are complete bullshit.”
He closed the book and set it next to his coffee. “Do you want to bet me on this?”
“Go for it, buddy.”
His jaw clenched as if he’d take that buddy comment out on my pussy later. I damn sure hoped he would. Sex with Logan was everything. It not only gave me pleasure, but it healed my body and soul. I had more energy. Making the wedding cake had been easy with him reading to me. I was profoundly grateful for all Logan had done for me today.
Logan continued, “If I’m right about Mulligan taking mercury stones in book three and four, then you’ll cook dinner for me tomorrow.”
“Okay—”
“I’m not done.” He rose from his seat and pierced me with a heated gaze. “And you’ll be naked the whole time.
I swallowed. “O-kay.”
“And sometimes, while you’re cooking, I’m going to want to taste—”
“The food?”
“You.”
I blinked. “And this is if I win, right?”
He laughed. “No, Mia. That’s if you lose.”
“Shoot.” I went back to decorating the cake. “That’s not a loss at all. We can just call that Wednesday from now on.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.” I did my best to focus on the cake. “I would very much like to be in your schedule. I want to be your Wednesday.”
“There won’t be any other people to have any other days. I’m focused on you, but yes, on Wednesday, I’ll be here, hungry and horny.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“But back to our bet.” He stomped over to my bookcase.
Since Dummy had moved in, I hadn’t seen the shelves in weeks. Now that he’d moved his crap out earlier, all his sneakers and boxes were gone.
My place was back to normal.
“How about when you lose, you’ll have to give me your next four weekends, exclusively.” He grabbed book three and four of the Kingmaker series off my shelf. “Obviously, if you have events or classes that’s fine, I won’t disturb that...but your time is mine.”
“All yours?”
“Yes.”
I smiled. “And what will we do?”
He winked and brought the books over to the counter. “Get to know each other.”
“Deal. And if I win, then I get your next two months’ worth of weekends.” It might’ve been a crazy thing to request, but I was enjoying my time with him too much, and I didn’t want it to end.
“Interesting.” He studied me. “Now I wish I was wrong.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.” It barely took him a minute to find the page. He gestured for me to check it out.
I walked over and read it. “Damn. He really did take mercury stones.”
“Boom.” He closed the book. “Do I need to show you this in book four or are we good?”
“Whatever.” I laughed. “We’re good.”
“Okay. I win. Two months.”
I headed back to the cake. “Wait. You said one month.”
“Yeah, but I like your idea better. Two months of your weekends.” He leaned his head to the side. “And it won’t all be sex—”
I snorted. “That’s pretty presumptuous that we would have sex.”
“We’re definitely having sex.”
“Look.” I went back to designing the cake. “I’m not that type of girl.”
He chuckled and picked up the latest Kingmaker. “Like I was saying, it won’t all be sex. Maybe we can go camping—”
“Glamping. Glam and some camping. Meaning there should be a bed, plumbing, and outlets, if I’m coming.”
“Glamping it is.” He opened the book and continued to read the novel out loud to me.
And I loved every damn minute of it.
At times, I got lost in the flow of his words as they danced in the air. How perfect my life had become and only in twenty-four hours.
One day had changed everything.
Had I never gone to investigate those notebooks, I would’ve probably woken up to Tyson. I wouldn’t still been a coward, wondering if I should break up with him.
Another hour passed.
I finished washing the dishes around me. “The cake’s finished.”
Logan had taken a break from reading and turned his mission to devouring some of my bowls of batter. “Wow. This is so fucking good. Will you need help with delivering the cake?”
“Yes. It’s heavy, but the design won’t require any on-site assembly.” I grabbed the bowl he had and washed it. “This is it. Thankfully, the couple didn’t want a groom’s cake.”
“What did they decide to do instead?”
“Pastries and chocolates to represent the groom’s cake formed into the symbol for his fraternity.”
“Interesting.” He rose from his seat.
Yawning, I dried off the bowl.
“You’re done.” Logan took the bowl away from me, set it on the counter, and drew me into his arms. “You’ve been on your feet the whole time. Write down the address. I’ll take it over, while you get some rest.”
“Oh no, I should—”
“Sleep.”
At that moment, my body agreed, pushing another yawn out of my mouth.
He tenderly grabbed my chin and lifted my view to him. “I promise to be careful when I deliver the cake. You need to sleep.”
“It would be nice to get a little rest.”
“It would. And trust, it will only be a little, because I’ll be back, and I have some different plans for how to make you moan. I’ve decided I really love that sound.”
Shivers of pleasure fluttered up my spine. “Is this a dream?”
“It damn sure better not be.” He kissed me, and I fell into him, lost in the warmth of his mouth and the promise of delicious tomorrows.
Epilogue
Bliss
Logan
Six months later
As I drove us to grab the Kingmaker’s new release, Mia sucked my cock, swallowing the thick length into her mouth and driving me crazy.
“Damn, baby.” I could barely keep my gaze on the road as I drove us to the Yellow Brick Road.
Every part of me yearned to explode, spurt all over her face like I’d been doing for the past months.
This year had been the best. In many ways, I healed from my parents’ death. In other ways, I grew as a man. And it was all due to Mia and the love that she offered to me so freely.
She never once brought any baggage with Tyson into our relationship. Although I did my best to show her the utmost respect and make sure she’d never have a reason to end it.
None of us ever heard from Ashley again. Mia had blocked Ashley on all her social media, deleted her number, and never mentioned the woman again. As far as we were concerned Ashley and Tyson were fading ghosts from distant memories.
Meanwhile, I was still making sure that Mia was all mine.
With her, I stayed the course, surprising her all the time. I wined and dined Mia as much as possible. I gave gifts and moonlit picnics on the beach. We made love in every part of my condo and even hers.
And she loved to surprise me to, taking me to my favorite baseball team’s games. And dealing with my sisters when they gave me headaches.
I need to put ring on her finger soon. First I’ll get her to move in. Next. . .I get her to the altar.
Surely, there were other men waiting to take her from me. When we went out, they stared and watched those curvy hips of her stroll by. She had most men’s attention, and it made me crazy.
I wanted to move her sexy ass into my condo two months after our first night having sex. She politely said no, not wanting to rush back into a live-in situation.
But today, I would ask again.
I’d waited patiently for four more months—never bringing it up. Never leaving around any hints about how much I needed her. And I craved her so. Every minute we spent together wasn’t enough. Every weekend she lay in my bed couldn’t satisfy my hunger. Every morning that I woke to her, made me crazier for her.
At this rate, I didn’t just want her to move into my condo, I was willing to put a ring on her finger.
That’ll really scare her. It’ll be too soon.
I pressed on the breaks right at the red light and drowned in the lush sensations of Mia’s mouth on my cock.
How the hell does she think I wouldn’t marry her, after this blow job? I might take her to the jewelry store right now!
“Oh, baby.” I closed my eyes and squeezed the steering wheel, not caring if the light had turned green. I sat in that lane, swimming in burning hot pleasure, groaning like a mad man as she sped up her mouth’s movements. “Yes, Mia, baby. Right there. Suck it for me.”
