Logan gasped against my lips, as I increased my pace and he started moving his hips, rubbing against me harder and harder. I felt the tip of him against me and realized he must have slipped out of his boxer shorts. He was at my entryway so I reached up and grabbed his ass and pushed him into me so I could feel him inside me. He shook his head and laughed as he shifted slightly. I no longer felt him against me and I moaned in exasperation. My brain felt dazed with lust and I opened my eyes to see why he hadn’t taken me.
“It’s not going to be that easy,” he whispered against my lips. “I told you that by the end of the night, I’m going to have you screaming my name, begging me to take you.”
“I want you to take me now,” I gasped and ran my hands down his body until I held his erection in my hands. “Take me now, Logan.”
“Not yet.” He shook his head. “Why ruin the fun?”
“I want you inside of me.”
“You’ve had me inside of you.”
“I want you inside of me again, now.” I tugged at his hair. “Please.”
“Have you ever fucked on your parents’ bed before?”
“No,” I moaned, needing to feel him inside of me.
“How does it feel?”
“Naughty.” I blinked up at him. “Like I’m a bad girl.”
“You are a bad girl.” He laughed, and his mouth found my breast.
“Well, you’re a bad boy.”
“What would your dad say if he knew what you were doing?” He bit down on my nipple. “What would he say if he walked in right now and saw you naked on his bed, with Logan Martelli sucking on your nipples?”
“He wouldn’t like it,” I gasped as he suckled on my other nipple and bit down hard. “Ooh, that feels... oooh!” I cried out as he slipped two fingers inside of me as he continued sucking.
“What would he think if he saw me bringing you to an orgasm with my fingers?” He whispered in my ear. “His little girl being pleasured by the bad boy of River Valley?” My eyes shot open at the sound of venom in his voice, and I squirmed, slightly uncomfortable. Why did he keep mentioning my dad?
“I don’t… oh my God,” I screamed in ecstasy as Logan kissed down my body and his tongue replaced his fingers. “Oh my, Logan, ooh, don’t stop.” I grabbed his head and bucked under him as his tongue slipped in and out of me. “Please don’t stop, I’m going to come.” His hands grabbed hold of my hips and pushed my legs open even wider as he devoured me with his tongue and sucked on me. I felt my body tremble as my climax built up and then explode into a million pieces as I felt myself orgasm underneath him. Logan continued to lick me up after I had finished coming. I closed my eyes and lay there, delighting in the feelings that were still coursing through my body. Logan finally stopped and I felt his lips kiss up my body and stop on my mouth. His tongue traced over my lips and his hands grabbed mine and he pulled them above my head.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded me and I opened them slowly, feeling slightly shy at what had just happened. “Did you like that?”
“Yes.” I grinned up at him, thrilled at the look of desire in his eyes. As I stared up at him, I felt like I had known him for a million years, not just one day.
“Do you let every guy do this to you right away?” His eyes darkened and he looked at me furiously as if jealous.
“No, of course not.”
“Then why me?” His grip tightened and he looked down at me. “You don’t strike me as a girl who turns to a life of crime and winds up in my bed all in one day, just because.”
“We’re not in your bed,” I replied impishly.
“What?” He looked at me in confusion, then his eyes sparkled as he got my comment. “Your mouth is going to get you in trouble, Maddie Wright.”
“I’d rather trouble were to get into me.” I winked at him and wiggled underneath him.
“You’d rather trouble get …” he burst out laughing as he realization dawned on him. “You are a bad girl, aren’t you?”
“Only recently,” I answered honestly. “But, I suppose my whole life has been building up to this moment.” And being with you, I thought to myself. My whole life has been the opening to this main act. But I didn’t voice my thoughts. I didn’t want to scare him. I didn’t want him to know that at first sight I had known that we were destined to be together. That I would do anything to be with him.
“Your whole life, huh?” He stilled and rolled away from me. “You’ve been watching too many romance movies, Maddie. This doesn’t end in happily ever after.”
“Who says?” I rolled over and looked at him, hurt.
“What part of this makes you think of happily ever after?” His fingers trailed down the valley between my breasts. “You’re just a goodtime girl to me.”
“Maybe you’re just a goodtime boy to me.” I tried to disguise the pain in my voice as best as I could. “Maybe I just want to be fucked by the baddest boy in town.”
“Well, you already got your wish then, didn’t you?” His voice was harsh.
“You’re an asshole.” I stared at him with hate. I didn’t understand why he was so hurtful to me. There were times I felt he was just role-playing with me, and yet there were times I knew he was deliberately trying to hurt me.
“I never said I wasn’t.”
“You can leave.” I rolled away from him, and closed my eyes. This had all been a mistake. I should have just left well enough alone. I hadn’t intended for all of this to go down. I had just wanted to meet him and to get to know him, but everything had just spiraled out of control. I had acted wanton, crazy, and desperate, and now he had no respect for me. He probably considered me some sort of rich-girl whore.
“I haven’t fucked you yet.” He grabbed ahold of me and turned me around. His eyes surveyed my face, and I saw a glimpse of indecision in his glance before he pulled me towards him and held me in his arms. “Don’t cry,” he whispered against my hair.
“I’m not crying,” I whispered against his chest, tears welling up in my eyes. I didn’t know why I was so emotional. He was right; I was living in some sort of fairytale in my mind. And now I didn’t know how to feel, and I didn’t know how to tell him that I’d had a crush on him for years. He wouldn’t understand and would definitely think I was a psycho then. A real psycho. I felt his hands running up and down my back and I bit into his chest, wanting to taste him, wanting to eat him, wanting to consume and be consumed. I needed this man. It didn’t matter how long it lasted.
“What are you doing to me, Maddie?” Logan swore and pulled away from me. “I better go.”
“No.” I shook my head and held on to him tighter. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I need to go.” He looked at me and I could see that he was wrestling between two emotions. I just couldn’t tell what those emotions were. “I’m sorry I threw gravel at your door, I shouldn’t have done that.”
“What, is Logan Martelli apologizing to me for something?” I gave him a small smile, trying to break the tension between us.
“We shouldn’t be here.” His eyes were dark as he looked around the room.
“Don’t you want me to pleasure you again, Logan?” I leaned over and bit his lower lip. I didn’t want him to leave.
“Why did you come to find me tonight?”
I shook my head, not wanting to tell him about my secret crush. I knew he didn’t do relationships and I didn’t want him to know how serious I had been with my comments about us falling in love and getting married.
“How did you know I would be at the pier?”
I sighed and looked away from him for a second. “I guess I’ll tell you. I don’t want you to think I’m a stalker.”
“Tell me.” He stared at me, unblinking.
“Joey Kennedy told me.” I said the words I had been told to say and ran my hands down his arms and he froze.
“You know Joey Kennedy?”
“Yeah, we were friends in elementary school.” I shrugged. “I guess he knows one of your brothers and they…” Logan’s lips stopped my words, and he nibbled on my lower lip as his fingers went down to my sweet spot and explored again.
“Shhhh.” His eyes blazed into mine, as he sat up and pulled his boxer shorts all the way off and threw them on the ground. “I think I’ll stay. We don’t want to waste this king-sized bed, do we?”
“No,” I mouthed up at him, and I gasped as he slid into me, hard and deep. His eyes never broke away from mine as he thrust into me, and I cried out as he then pulled out and rubbed the tip of himself against me. “Please,” I moaned as I gazed up at him, panting.
“Please what?”
“Put it back in.”
“What?” He smiled down at me, and his green irises looked black.
“Please put it back in me,” I moaned and reached up to pull him down to me.
“What?”
“Fuck me, Logan,” I whimpered.
“What? I can’t hear you.”