Boy was I wrong there.
And then I avoided men altogether, and now here I am, stuck with my virginity. I almost tell Logan to forget it, to take me home instead, but by then we were pulling up to the gates. Two large, metal L shapes twined together on each side of the gate, which slowly opened up to reveal a massive house. Tall columns held up the roof, and even in the dark, I could see the impressive carvings in the stone.
“Wow,” I say, momentarily distracted from my problem. “You live here?”
“My parents. My mother,” he corrects. “I’m staying at the guest house right now so that I can check in on her.”
I detect a note of worry in his voice. I can’t even imagine losing the love of your life so suddenly like Logan’s mother did. My parents were luckily both very healthy.
Logan turns off the drive towards a smaller house set to the side. It’s cozier, less imposing somehow, and I’m relieved. He turns off the engine, then gets out and circles around to open the door for me. He holds my hand as we go over the cobblestone path, and up the stairs to the porch. Beautiful purple flowers are climbing up the sides, their scent floating in the breeze.
“What kind of flowers are those?” I say, my nervous chatter filling up the air as he unlocks the door. “My mom’s always loved-”
I’m pulled through the door by a strong hand. His lips are on mine again, warm and inviting. My arms automatically loop around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Desire drips between my legs, like hot fire that’s threatening to overtake me. I tilt my head, letting him part my lips and plunder my mouth. The kisses are getting more forceful and filled with need. For me, I realize, half giddy at the thought. His teeth nibbles gently on my lower lip, sucking on it and making my knees buckle. I grab desperately onto his shirt. Desire comes roaring back, a hundred times stronger than before now that there’s no chance for us to be interrupted. His kisses continue, fast and rough and insistent, as he takes me to the living room. We crash into the arm of the sofa before falling into it.
We’re a mess of arms as we fight to tear our clothes off each other. Logan’s jacket goes first, followed by my skirt, and then there are way too many buttons to undo. For a moment I’m laughing, but then I see his gorgeous naked body, and my laughter evaporates. His cock is huge. Like legitimately enormous. I swallow hard.
“What’s wrong?” he asks. “You look petrified.”
I do a half shrug. Humiliation burns through me, laced with fear for what lay ahead. I can’t decide on what I really want.
“I’m. I’m not. It’s just-”
He stops me with a finger.
“I can tell when you’re lying Mikayla. You’re terrible at it.”
I squeeze my eyes shut.
“I’veneverdonethiswithanyonebefore,” I say in one breath.
I carefully open up one eye, expecting Logan to laugh, but he doesn’t. Instead he just looks surprised.
“You’re still a virgin?” he says, something dark and low in his voice.
“Maybe,” I say, my face completely red at this point.
“And are you waiting for someone special?” he asks.
“Not anymore,” I let slip out.
“Good. Because I want you tonight,” he says, lust crackling his voice at the edges.
His fingertips trace my jawline, down the straps of my bra and over my breast, before reaching behind me to undo the hooks. My bra drops down, revealing my tight, high nipples. He traces them with the barest of touches, but it’s enough to steal away my breath.
“Perfect,” he murmurs. “Absolutely perfect.”
I have no idea how his touches can do what they do, but he’s making me wobbly with desire with just his fingertips. Nobody, not even Jake, has made me feel this hot and wet my entire life. The way Logan is going, taking his time, stretching out each second of bliss, is a whole different level of pleasure.
And then he drops his mouth down over my breast, tongue pressed flat around my nipple. A bolt of pleasure zips through me like electricity as he sucks onto my nipple. I gasp with pleasure as he squeezes my other breast, my whole body becoming soft and pliable under his touch. It feels so good that I never want it to stop. The rough pads of his fingers pull and roll my sensitive nipples. My panties were definitely soaked by now, the fabric clinging to my pussy as his fingers trace over them. My eyes fly open as a whole new sensation floods through me. Wow he’s good, I manage to think for half a second before his thumb does something else to my clit that makes me moan before I can stop myself. I want to ask him what he’s doing, but I don’t have any words left, and it doesn’t matter anyways, because he’s pulling off my panties and sliding a finger into me instead.