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She nods her head but stays silent.
I look down at her lips. They’re pouty and pink and fucking perfect. I run my tongue over her bottom one, and she tastes like a fucking dessert.
Logan snakes her hand around the back of my neck, pulling me into her, and wrapping her full lips around mine. Her tongue expertly dips in and out of my mouth, exploring me. She’s a fucking fantastic kisser; she knows exactly what she’s doing. Her bottom lip drags against mine, drawing out low moan from my throat.
I’m painfully hard right now, pressed against her tiny shorts. I’m never wearing jeans again; the fabric is way too thick. I want to feel her. I want to feel the warmth between her legs that I’m positive is there right now. I know she’s as turned on as I am in this moment.
I pull my lips away so I can get a glimpse of her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen and glistening. Her eyes are dark, and her chest is moving quickly from her ragged breathing.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she reaches under the hem of my shirt, slowly peeling it up and over my head before tossing it to the ground. Her soft fingertips drag down my body, exploring every crevice. I’ve never had someone touch me this way, taking in every inch of me, but it feels so good. Her eyes wander the length of my torso as her fingers find their way to my lower ab muscles, stroking the V that falls into my jeans. My body shudders, knowing her hand is so close to my dick, even though my pants are a barrier between her skin and mine.
I look down at her chest, her perfect chest. They’ve been taunting me all night, her tits barely covered by that little black bra. I need to see them. I need to feel her in my palm. I slip my hand under her back as she arches up for me, bringing them right to my face.
Is she trying to make me come in my jeans right now?
Finding the clasp, I glance up at her, looking for any sign of hesitation on her face. I told her to tell me when to stop, and right now, she doesn’t look like she plans on stopping me anytime soon.
I quickly unfasten the clasp with a deft flick of my hand, sliding one strap down her shoulder, followed by the other. My eyes widen when her tits finally come into full view. They’re perky and full, but soft, and absolutely fucking flawless. I can’t wait to feel them in my hand and in my mouth. My dick throbs against Logan’s shorts as she slips her arms out from the straps and tosses her bra to the floor, all while keeping her eyes locked on me. I pull my gaze back to her face, trying to gauge any hesitation, but still, there’s none.
“God, you’re perfect,” I remind her with my raspy voice.
I press my chest onto her warm skin, thankful for one less barrier between us, as my body melts into hers. Palming one of her perky tits, I reconnect my lips with hers, exploring her mouth with my tongue and her breast with my hand. I roll her nipple with my thumb, before pinching it between my fingers. Her hips buck up, pressing herself into my dick, as Logan releases a soft moan into my mouth.
Fuck, I love that sound. I want to hear it again.
Moving my lips to her neck, I bite and suck, being sure to leave a mark. The pressure building up between us is causing our moment to become more heated and frantic.
Squeezing her in my hand, I continue to move my face lower to her chest. Surrounding her taut nipple with my mouth, I suck and lick, then flick her with my tongue. She lets out a ragged and breathy, “Fuck,” as she jerks her hips into me once again, arching her back.
I swear, this woman is intentionally trying to embarrass me by making me explode right now. So, I concentrate on making her feel good, teasing her with my tongue and grazing her with my teeth.
Just as I’m about to slip my hands into her tiny shorts and finally feel the warm wetness between her legs, a loud knock at the door stops my movements as Logan gasps and quickly sits up, pulling her body away from my mouth.
“Logan, it’s Marc,” comes the voice from behind the wooden barrier.
Is this a fucking joke?
Chapter 51
Logan
I can’t help but laugh right now. This is the second time we’ve been interrupted by my best friend tonight, and Eli is pissed off about it.
“I’m going to kill him.” Eli shakes his head as I continue to chuckle. “Seriously, he is such a cock-blocker.” He glances in his brother’s direction. We can see the shadow of Marc’s feet through the gap under the door.
“Ignore him,” Eli says, looking back to me then down to my exposed chest.
“I can’t. My light is on. He obviously knows that I’m home.”
“Fine, I’ll deal with him.” Eli peels his body off mine, quickly heading towards the door in frustration.
“Wait! I don’t have a shirt on.” I frantically sit up on the edge of the bed, crossing my arms to cover my chest.
Eli eyes me for a moment, before bending down and picking a shirt up off the floor. “Mmm, I know,” he purrs in my ear before kissing my cheek and putting the shirt in my hand.
He holds onto the doorknob and looks back to me, waiting for me to get dressed. I slip the shirt over my head, but it fits more like a dress. Eli’s eyes soften, and his smile grows when he realizes he handed me his shirt instead of mine.
“Damn,” he breathes out, eyeing me as my cheeks heat.
