“That’s it,” he murmured against my core. “Come on my face, Ellie. Let me taste every bit of you.”
Even after I shattered, he didn’t stop chasing after more, determined to pull another orgasm from me. But I wasn’t about to let him be the only one having all the fun.
With a breathless laugh, I pushed at his chest with the toe of my boot, nudging him back onto his heels. He rocked back, eyes smoldering, lips gleaming with me as he smirked up at where I still sat on the counter.
Then, with a slow, deliberate flick of his tongue across his lips, he whispered, “So. Fucking. Good.”
My body hummed from the inside out.
I slid off the counter, standing tall over him for just a moment, heart racing as heat thrummed low in my belly. Hooking a finger beneath his chin, I tugged him to his feet, the confidence in me rising like a flame. He followed my silent command without hesitation.
“My turn,” I said, voice low and hungry, rising on my toes to kiss him, deep and filthy, tasting myself on his mouth.
Logan groaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to cradle my face with a tenderness that contrasted the raw tension simmering between us.
“Now this…” he murmured as I began to sink slowly to my knees, “…this is what I imagined every damn time I got in the shower. You on your knees, mouth full of my cock.”
I smiled up at him, teasing. “How often did you picture me like this? At your mercy?”
His laugh was rough and low. “Too damn often.”
I worked quickly, knowing we had somewhere to be, but right now, nothing else mattered. Not the bar, not our friends, not the passing time. Just this.
My fingers found his belt, unfastening and unbuttoning until his jeans slid down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and I didn’t hesitate. I gave him one long, slow lick from base to tip.
“We can’t have you walking around like this, can we?” I said, playful, lips brushing his tip.
Logan’s breath hitched, his hand coming to rest on my cheek, thumb sweeping across my skin with reverence.
Taking my time, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, swirling my tongue as I sucked. He groaned, his hand tightening slightly.
“Dammit,” he growled. “That feels so fucking good, Ace.”
“How do you want it?” I asked, glancing up through hooded eyes, hungry for his praise and desperate to please him.
“Slow, deep so I can watch every second of that pretty mouth wrapped around me,” he said, voice thick with lust. “But we don’t have all night. Which is a damn shame.”
I lifted his shaft, licking along the underside from base to tip, before taking him deep in one smooth motion. My throatprotested as I pushed farther, eyes watering slightly, but I swallowed it down, determined to give him everything.
My hand joined in, twisting and stroking in sync with my mouth, adding pressure and rhythm.
“Fuck,” Logan hissed through gritted teeth. “That’s right. Just like that. You’re doing so good.”
His praise lit me up inside. The pulsing ache of desire pooled in my core as I closed my eyes, fully immersed, wrapped around him, wearing that damn hat and a sinful grin.
I was on my knees for Logan, and I’d never felt more powerful.
A few more strokes and Logan tensed, a guttural growl rumbling from his chest as his hand moved to my throat, squeezing gently yet possessively as he came.
Warmth spilled across my tongue, and without thinking, I swallowed. I’d never done that prior to Logan. But with him, it felt right. Intimate. Like a secret just between us.
When I looked up, Logan was staring down at me, eyes dark and blown wide, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. Awe carved into every angle of his face.
“You are fucking magnificent in so many ways,” he said, voice thick with reverence.
I smiled softly, reaching for him, helping to tuck him back into his jeans with quiet tenderness.
“Was it better than the fantasy?” I teased, eyes dancing.