I shake my head, slowly; “I- I’m not sure.”
Smack!
The sting of his palm against my hot skin has me writhing against him, moaning as I gasp at the contact. I can feel his finger teasing over the heated, reddened and tender skin there before he slides them further, down between my legs. I moan loudly when his fingers find my wetness, slipping easily inside as he begins to rhythmically curl them against that perfect place right inside. He leans over me again, pressing his bulge against my thigh as he slides his other hand into my hair and uses his grip to pull my head up.
“Such, a fucking, tease.” He growls into my ear, and when I feel his thumb brush against my ass, I actually whimper as the throbbing waves of pleasure shuddering through me.
“Who’s- oh God - who’s teasing now?” I gasp out, pushing back against his fingers that have me teetering on the edge of a screaming orgasm while maddeningly and purposely keeping me from actually crashing over.
His fingers curl deep inside of my wetness, his thumb just teasing my ass, and his hand just pulling my hair enough to make me gasp as his teeth graze over the nape of my neck. “You better ask me nicely then, darlin.” He whispers darkly into my ear.
Another whimpering moan drops from my lips, and I find myself caught between not wanting to give him the satisfaction of begging him for it and the sheer need I have bubbling inside of me. He strokes his fingers into me once more, and the last of my will crumbles. “Please,” I breathe out. “Please, Logan!”
I gasp at the sharp sound of his belt hitting the floor, followed by the sound of tearing foil. The delicious anticipation has me clawing at the counter top and biting at my lip, and when I feel his cock press against my opening, it’s like everything pent up inside of me comes flooding out. He chokes out a growl as he enters me, and when he fills me, I let out a cry, tossing my head back and just letting go. We move together like one, him rocking into me as I push back to feel him fill me. Thrusting slowly at first, but then faster and faster and harder and harder, until I feel like I might explode. His hands roughly caress my hips, sliding up and over the skin of my back to my hair. He grabs a handful of it as he fucks me, pulling my head back and making my eyes roll back in my head at the pure and raw pleasure that sizzles through me like electric currents. A bowl of oranges on my counter crashes to the floor, and as I bite my lip as the wave begins to crest over me. He pulls my head around, and as I stare into his eyes, I go pieces around him. He growls out my name at his own release, his powerful hands clutching my skin hard enough to bruise in delicious wonderful ways, and I cry out as my orgasm tears through me like a hurricane.
“So, what was that new rule you had about not kissing me anymore?” I pant quietly afterwords, standing now and leaning back into him.
I feel his arms circle around me and hold me close. “Fuck the rules.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Logan
After that, it’s like we just say “fuck it” and go wild. After that, it’s basically open season on Quinn and I screwing around any and every chance we get. I even do get to act out the little fantasy I had before of fucking her bent over her desk at work one day, her lips wrapped tightly around my fingers to muffle her screams as she comes like a fucking rocket with me right along with her. Inappropriate touches and lingering looks turn into little squeezes and fondles, even to the point where at one point I’ve got two of my fingers buried deep in her pussy under the table at a power-point presentation, coaxing her to an orgasm that has her scratching her nails across the table-top enamel in the semidarkness of the room.
But of course, we’re also still sneaking around and playing this big game of secrets about the whole thing. I mean, Reagan obviously knows by this point, but I’m still pretty sure that she hasn’t told her husband yet as evident by the distinct lack of Hudson beating me to death with my own arms. Secrets in-and-of themselves aren’t new to me. Years of assuming a new name and a new life is a pretty good classroom for keeping truths hidden away. But there’s also not a whole lot I don’t tell Hudson and Bryce, so to be adding this on top of the whole Javier thing gets under my skin in this weird way.
But it’s fun, and it’s wild, and I know somewhere deep inside that it’s probably more than that, but neither Quinn or I are touching on that particular facet of it. I catch myself worrying that the thrill of it being this secret affair type thing is what’s fueling the fire between. I wonder if Quinn is just viewing this whole thing as some sort of ongoing casual fling. That little good-girl Quinn’s got a temporary taste for playing with the bad boy. But that train of thought of course leads down an entirely new rabbit hole. One where I’m actually having thoughts about whether some girl likes me or not.