Dreaming of You (17 page)

I smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

“I didn’t think people from the Midwest were supposed to be so cynical.” Nick grinned.

“Yeah, it’s a little less geography and a little more psychotic, paranoid mother,” I said.

“That’s my boyfriend.” Logan gave me a wink. “Able to kill a fantasy in a single bound.”

I took my hand off his leg and smacked him in the stomach.

“Well, I hope you’re happy,” Willy said. “You’ve completely ruined him for me.”

“You may be happy in a year or so, when you wake up and see his picture on the front page of the newspaper being hauled into the police station in handcuffs,” I said.

“Handcuffs.” Logan leered at me. “We’ll have to pull those out later.”

“Okay,” Bradley said, “let’s keep it G-rated.”

“Speak for yourself, missy.” Willy placed his elbows up on the table. “I want all the nasty details.”

“Surprise, surprise.” Nick looked at Willy.

“I’m going to go check on things at the bar.” Sam got out of his seat. “Anyone need a cocktail?”

“Sorry, Sam,” Logan said, then turned back around to me. “Sam hates it when we get too explicit.”

“I do not,” Sam said defensively. “Christ, it’s not like we haven’t had this same fucking discussion a gazillion times before. That’s all we do is talk about sex.”

“I’ll have another.” Bradley looked at Sam.

“Great…anyone else?”

Everyone else shook their heads, and Sam turned to head off toward the bar.

“Well”—Willy got up and walked around the table—“I’m not being left here with the couples. It’s getting late, and I need to go find myself a little trick.”

The four of us sat and talked for another thirty minutes until Bradley stated he needed to get up early the next morning. We went in search of Willy, only to discover him standing back in the corner talking to Mr. Intense, aka Scary-Leering Guy. We opted not to interrupt and found Sam at the bar talking with a couple of guys. Bradley asked him to keep his eye on Willy.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t get sliced and diced,” Sam said.

“Okay”—Bradley crossed his arms—“not the mental picture I wanted to be left with.”

“Sorry,” Sam said.

“Good night, Sam.” Logan gave him a hug.

“You must be tired,” Sam said. “After your day, I’m sure you can’t wait to get back home.”

We all said our good-byes, and on the drive home, Logan gave me the rundown on his evening. He had apparently tried to escape several times, only to be stopped by the woman throwing the party, who was constantly in a panic over nothing.

Finally, we made it back to his apartment. As we stood outside his door and he fumbled through his jacket for his keys, I somehow remembered, through my fuzzy, alcohol-induced haze, my shenanigans from earlier that afternoon. Then I remembered Sam’s final words at the bar about not being able to wait to get home.

That little fucking bitch, I thought, beginning to feel uneasy.

After pulling his keys out of his pocket, Logan began to unlock the door. I grabbed his arm, turned him around, and kissed him, pinning him up against the door. He moaned a little as his arms snaked around my waist. He ran his hands over my ass and squeezed lightly. I ground into him, putting everything I had into it, hoping it would still be fresh in his mind when he saw the state of his condo. I pulled away suddenly and said, “Okay, I’m ready. You can open the door now.”

“You’re so odd, you little tease.” He shook his head at me.

He unlocked the door and opened it, allowing me to go in first. I tried to block his vision with my body only to turn around and see he’d disappeared into the kitchen.

“I’m getting a bottled water; do you want one?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I peered around the corner.

He closed the fridge, and as he turned around, he saw the drawer slightly ajar. He looked at it funny, shook his head, and went over to close it. I dashed back out into the living room, looking nonchalant as he walked into the room with two bottles of water in his hands. I tried to steady myself from the effects of the wine. He stopped suddenly and looked about the room.

After a several-moment pause, he said, “Did a little redecorating, I see.”

“Um, well…not really. Sort of… I mean…everything just seemed a bit too perfect.” I raised one eyebrow in an attempt to seem defiant.

“Interesting.” He looked around again before staring at me intently for several seconds. It was very quiet, and I began to fidget as I started to feel antsy. “You think you’re pretty funny, don’t ya?”

I started to laugh out of nervousness as he set the bottles of water down on a table. He pulled his jacket off and tossed it over a chair.

“See that?” He pointed at his jacket.

I nodded, chewing on my lower lip as I shuffled back and forth.

“I’m gonna leave it there,” he said, as if to let me know he could and that it didn’t bother him in the least. “But you,” he added with an ornery smile, “you’re gonna get it!”

I screamed as he jumped toward me and I took off running to the other side of the couch. He jumped onto the couch and hopped over it as I turned and tried to make for the kitchen. As I was more than a little drunk, he easily grabbed me by the waist, and I yelled out, laughing hysterically as he tickled me.

“You rotten little cuss.” He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. “Looks like I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

“Put me down,” I demanded, trying not to laugh, “you big bully.”

“You be quiet.” He slapped me on the ass. He walked over to the table and wrapped his fingers around the caps, snatching up the bottles of water. “Think you’re pretty cute trying to poke fun at me?”

“And just what do you think you’re gonna do about it?” I asked, laughing as I reached down and slapped him on the ass.

“Ohhhhh”—he spun around and walked toward the bedroom—“you’re in a world of trouble now.”

Unable to stop laughing due to all the wine I’d consumed, I said, “Just ’cause you’re bigger than me doesn’t mean you can push me around.”

We passed through the door into the dark bedroom and he walked over and set the water down on the bedside table. He clicked on the lamp as I dangled from his shoulder. Turning toward the bed, he said, “That’s exactly what it means.”

He lifted me with what seemed like no effort at all, and threw me onto the bed. Screaming as I landed on my back, I started laughing again as he grabbed me by the ankles and yanked me across the bed toward him. He let go of my legs and they dropped over the side of the bed.

“Big, tough, manly man,” I teased as I ran my hand down my stomach to the zipper of my jeans, rubbing my cock, “gonna teach me a lesson.”

He ripped off his shirt, looking down at me with a sly smile. “Sit up, you dirty little brat.”

I pulled myself up, yammering away about nothing as he lifted my arms and yanked off my shirt. I dropped my arms and shoved my face into his crotch to lick his hard-on through his pants. He placed his hands on the back of my head and ground my face into his slacks. I let out a whimper and he put his hands on my shoulders and shoved me back onto the bed. He reached down to undo my belt and pants, and I raised my hips as he jerked my jeans and briefs down, causing my hard-on to snap up and smack me in the stomach.

He stood up, looking down at me as he undid his belt, slowly slipping it out of the loops of his pants. My eyes widened as he ran the thick leather through his hands and smiled wickedly.

Thinking he might be planning on whipping me with it, I smiled sweetly. “Now, Logan,” I started nervously as I began to slowly back my way up the bed, “I was just having a little bit of harmless fun.”

“Ohhhhh.” He laughed, tossing the belt onto the bed. “I see.” He undid the button and unzipped his pants, let them fall down his legs to the floor. Logan slid his boxer briefs over his hips, his hard cock bobbed in the air as he slid them down and stepped out of them. Picking the belt back up, he loomed over me. “That’s quite a change from a few minutes ago when you were slapping my ass asking what I was going to do about it.”

“Kidding.” I backed up farther toward the headboard as he climbed onto the bed on his knees.

He grabbed my ankles and pulled me down the bed as he climbed over me. Straddling my waist, he pinned me down. “Kidding, huh…? Just some harmless bit of fun?”

“That’s all, sweetie,” I said innocently, keeping my eyes on the belt in his hand.

He ran his hands up my sides, lifted my arms above my head, and lay down on me, covering my mouth with his. I closed my eyes as he slowly worked his tongue into my mouth. He ran his hands up my arms and grabbed my wrists together in one of his hands. He stopped kissing me and pulled himself up my body to straddle my chest. I looked up as he slipped one end of the belt through the other, pulling it tight around my wrists. He sat up on his knees and leaned forward. His hard cock was swinging above my face as he tied the other end of the belt around one of the metal rungs in his headboard.

A string of warm precum drizzled down onto my cheek as Logan slid back down my body. He leaned down and licked it off my cheek. I shivered as the stubble from his chin scratched my face. He pulled down on my shoulders, scooting my body down the bed a few inches, until there was no slack in the belt.

“Now I can do whatever I want to you.” He eyed my torso and ran his finger down the center of my chest.

“Play nice.” I laughed.

He smiled, and with a devious look in his eyes, he leaned over and ran his tongue up from my belly button, over my chest to my neck. I groaned as he sucked on my neck, twisting each of my nipples between his fingers. He moved over to my ear and nibbled on my earlobe. “I’m seriously going to enjoy this,” he whispered into my ear, “and baby, I’ll make you this promise…you’re never gonna forget this night.”

I wasn’t sure exactly how much time passed, but it felt like hours as Logan worked over every inch of my body with his mouth and hands. Licking and sucking me into a frenzy, he discovered every last erogenous region of my body, bringing me just to the point of orgasm before pulling away. Over and over again he’d push my body just to the edge of explosion only to stop. My cock ached and my skin felt like it was on fire as he tortured me with his tongue and fingers. I was in a complete haze, thrashing against the bed, begging him to stop…begging him not to stop…ready to give or do anything he wanted.

Finally, after my whimpering and begging reached a fever pitch, he rolled on a condom, tossed my legs over his shoulders, and slid his thick, hard cock inside me. Even then, he started slow, taunting and teasing my hole until I pleaded with him, desperate for release. Then and only then, he began pounding into me and finally took my cock in his hand. He pulled a couple of times before I burst. I came harder than I ever had before, soaking my chest and stomach, even my face. He continued slamming into me until he filled the condom inside me.

He fell on top of me and kissed me softly, sucking my lips, and licked every drop of cum off my face. He scooted me up on the bed, slipping out of me and creating some slack in the belt. He undid my wrists and I wrapped my arms around him, too weak to hug him tightly. My body was shaking as he told me loved me and continued to softly kiss me.

When I finally settled down, he slipped off me and went to the bathroom, then brought back a warm washcloth he used to wipe me clean. He returned it to the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of water as he climbed back into bed. Taking several drinks before he pulled me up and leaned me back against his chest, he then held out the bottle. I reached up to take it, but my arms were still shaky, so he placed the bottle to my lips and let me drink. When I was finished, he covered us up with the blankets and settled us down into the bed. I rolled onto my side, and he spooned me, wrapping his big arms around my chest. I snuggled into him as the warm heat from his body radiated into me. I felt him kiss the back of my neck before I passed out.

* * * * *

The next morning I woke up to full sunlight pouring through the windows. It was so bright that for a moment I forgot where I was.

“Miniblinds,” I said weakly, covering my eyes with my hand.