Of Love & Regret (28 page)

Triumph flickered
in his eyes before he obliged with a fierceness that took my breath away. I
could only moan as he suckled on first one nipple and then the other with
abandon. The pressure of his mouth was intense, and the fleeting pain I
experienced just intensified the pleasure as he tugged hard on each peak of my
breasts, using his teeth just as much as his tongue.

We were both
breathing hard when he lifted his head. I looked down at myself, even more
turned on by what I saw. My breasts were marked with red where his stubble had
scraped across them, as well as several places where he had bitten me just hard
enough to leave a mark. My normally rosy pink nipples were dark and engorged by
my arousal and the attentions of Logan’s mouth.

“Are you wet?” he
asked in a rough voice.

“Yes,” I said, my
earlier timidity vanishing. “My pussy is so wet and aching.”

“Show me.”

He pulled back so
I had room to push down my shorts. I stepped out of them, completely naked now because
I hadn’t been wearing any panties. I felt a perverse thrill from being entirely
exposed while Logan was still fully dressed. But the desire to see his body
outweighed that feeling.

“Can I take off
your shirt?” I asked, already reaching for it. He stopped me before I could do
anything.

“Not until you
show me your pussy. I want to see how wet it is.”

My breath caught
in my throat and I leaned back against the arm of the couch, parting my legs. I
knew it was impossible to miss how aroused I was as his gaze dropped to between
my thighs.

“Show me more. I
want to see you touch yourself.”

There was no room
for shyness as desire consumed me, and I reached down, keeping my eyes on
Logan. I traced the lips of my arousal, picking up moisture, and then settled on
my clit which was swollen and throbbing. My breathing quickened as I stroked
myself, feeling as aroused by Logan’s eyes on me as I was by my fingers. The
harsh lines on his face deepened as he watched me, his breathing becoming more
labored.

“Describe to me
what you’re doing,” he ordered in a guttural voice.

My voice was
breathy when I spoke and I strained to pull words together into intelligible
sentences. “I’m stroking my clit. It’s aching so much it almost hurts when I
touch it, but it feels so good, too. Having you watch me while I touch myself
turns me on so much.”

“Put your fingers
in your pussy. I want to watch you fuck yourself.”

I felt like I was
in a trance as I followed Logan’s commands. In that moment, I would have done
anything he asked. I whimpered as I pushed one finger inside of me, and then
two. I braced myself on the arm of the couch with one hand as I used the other
to thrust in and out of myself. My hips bucked forward as I quickened the pace,
feeling pressure mount between my legs. My eyes fluttered shut as I lost myself
to pure sensation.

I suddenly felt
hands on my thighs and I looked down, disoriented. Logan was kneeling in front
of me with his head between my legs. He seemed out of control as he reached up
around my thighs and lifted them so that were resting over his shoulders. My
hand fell away as he dove between my legs with abandon, licking and sucking
like he was a starved man. The sensation was intense, and I wanted to cry out
but there wasn’t enough breath left in my lungs. It was all I could do to hang
onto the arm of the couch and not crumple to the floor.

“I love your sweet
pussy,” he muttered against me, and I was no longer sure if he was saying it
for my benefit or for his own. At this point, I didn’t care. He stiffened his
tongue and pushed it inside of me, imitating what I was sure he would do to me
later. I made a noise that sounded more animal than human as he continued his
sensual assault. My legs couldn’t hold me anymore and I felt myself sliding
down. Logan caught me by the waist before I could fall and cradled me in his
arms, swiftly moving me so that I was sitting on the couch. He kneeled,
resuming his place between my legs, and I gasped when he gripped my hips and
abruptly pulled me forward so that I was on the edge of the cushion. With my
legs splayed, I was completely open to him.

He reached out and
stroked my clit, making me shift restlessly and press into his hand.

“This belongs to
me.” His voice was hoarse but that didn’t take away from the steely intent of
his statement. “Say it.”

“It belongs to
you. My pussy belongs to you.” Instead of protesting against feeling like an
inanimate object like I had before, I reveled in his words of ownership. I had
never experienced anything so erotic in my life, and I wanted to drown in it.
Even seeing the wetness of my arousal on his chin made me hotter.

“What else belongs
to me?”

“Everything,” I
said in a throaty voice as my hips rocked to match the rhythm of his strokes.
“My entire body belongs to you.”

Logan leaned down
and replaced his fingers with his mouth. He sucked my swollen clit and laved it
with his tongue. I made a choked sound and gripped the cushions next to me as
my body became even more taut.

“Harder,” I
begged, wanting to be taken over the edge. “Please.”

Logan obliged and
increased the pressure of his mouth while he thrust two fingers inside me and
then curled them, pressing into a spot that made me go crazy. My hips lifted
and I pushed against him feverishly. He had to grip one of my thighs with his
free hand and anchor me to the sofa since I was thrashing so much.

“Oh God, Logan,” I
cried out, feeling the pressure increase until it was almost unbearable. “It’s
too much. I can’t take it!”

I keened loudly,
my body undulating as I climaxed violently. The intensity of it was shattering
and it lasted so long that I thought I was going to pass out. It didn’t seem
possible to experience so much pleasure.

Throughout it all,
Logan kept his mouth latched onto my clit and his fingers continued to thrust
in and out of me. It was only when my body collapsed against the couch that he
straightened from his kneeling position. He kissed me gently, and I reached up
to wrap my arms around his neck as I returned the kiss. I could taste myself on
his mouth, and it was both arousing and tender.

“I love you, Maddie,”
he said softly against my lips. “I always have and I always will.”

My arm tightened around
his neck. I still felt lingering anxiety from his words, but my heart exploded
with emotion as I confessed my feelings for him.

“I love you too,
Logan. I’ve just been afraid to admit it.”

He deepened the
kiss, gently stroking his tongue against mine. It was achingly sweet, and our
lips clung together. It was amazing that we could be so raw and erotic in one
moment and so tender in the next.

Logan lifted his
head, breaking the kiss. He brushed my hair back from my sweat-dampened
forehead. I could see everything he felt for me in his eyes and his naked
vulnerability touched me deeply.

He quirked his
mouth, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe we should move this to the bedroom. Your
couch is a little too small for what I have planned for you.”

I pushed against
his chest playfully. “Not until I get to have my way with you.”

Logan looked
amused, but allowed me to push him back and maneuver him so that we had
switched places. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given me.

“It’s only fair
that you get naked now,” I said as I grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He
obliged by lifting his arms so that I could pull it over his head. I ran my
hands against his leanly muscled chest, reveling in the warmth and hardness of
it.

“Of course I’ll do
anything in the name of fairness,” Logan quipped as he raised a hand to caress
one breast before sliding it down my side to rest at my hip.

“No touching,” I
reprimanded as I moved his hand from my hip onto the couch. “I’m in control
now.”

Logan raised an
eyebrow but didn’t object. I traced down his chest until I reached the
waistband of his jeans. His muscles jumped reflexively under my hand, and
desire replaced the amusement on his face.

I leaned down to
kiss his chest, using my tongue to trace down the same path my hand had taken.
I kissed his stomach as I undid his jeans.

“What are you
doing?” he asked in a strained voice.

“Getting ready to
suck your cock.” I felt an answering twitch underneath his jeans and I felt a
sense of satisfaction that my words had affected him.

I gripped the edge
of his jeans, along with his underwear, and pushed them down. Logan lifted his
hips so I could pull them down all the way. I tossed them onto the floor next
to his shirt and knelt between his legs, mimicking his earlier position.

He was already
fully erect and I wrapped my hand around his shaft. Logan made a sound of
pleasure that spurred me on. I stroked the hard length as I leaned down to lick
the head, eliciting a groan from him.

“I like the way
you taste,” I whispered as I licked the head again before running my tongue
down its length. “It’s better than a lollipop.”

“Christ, you must
be trying to kill me,” Logan bit out. I could see the cords of the muscles in
his arms straining as he fought not to take control.

My answer was to
run my tongue back up the shaft of his erection before taking the head of it
into my mouth, licking and sucking it with increasing pressure. I gripped the
base as I pushed more of him into my mouth, although I was far from able to
take him completely since he was so large. I stroked the lower half of his
shaft and my head bobbed up and down as my mouth and tongue feverishly worked
over him. I was aroused by not only the taste of him but by the encouraging
sounds he was making.

I tried to take
more of him into my mouth, but I couldn’t stop gagging a little every time the
head of his shaft hit the back of my throat.

“It’s okay,” Logan
rasped, obviously finding it hard to talk. “Don’t hurt yourself. This feels
incredible as it is.”

Regardless of his
words, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more of him and I wanted to feel like I
belonged to him. I grabbed one of his hands and guided it to the back of my
head.

“Help me. Push my
head down.”

Despite the harsh
expression of desire on his face, I saw a flicker of concern in Logan’s eyes.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to. This is more than enough.”

But it wasn’t
enough for me. I wanted to feel wholly consumed by him.

“I’m sure. I’ll
grab your hand if it gets to be too much. Otherwise, don’t stop. I want you to
fuck my mouth.”

Logan groaned and
put both of his hands on the back of my head, gathering my hair gently. He
guided me down his shaft, pausing when he hit the back of my throat and I made
a gagging sound. I gripped his thighs, urging him to continue. He pushed a
little more, and I felt the head of his shaft enter my throat. It was a tight
sensation but soon he was pulling out again. He repeated the movement, each
time pushing in a little further. My throat muscles began to relax and it
became a little easier, although I still had to suppress the instinct to gag. I
found myself getting highly aroused as he quickened the pace, going in deeper
and deeper with each stroke. Still, I could feel him holding back.

“Harder,” I
demanded after he pulled back on a thrust. “Fuck my throat until you come in my
mouth.”

My words seemed to
snap his self-control. His grip on my hair became much tighter and he pushed
himself into my mouth with more force. Logan was breathing harshly and the wet sounds
of his shaft plunging into my throat filled the room.

I reached down to
stroke myself, not surprised to find myself soaking wet. I had never let anyone
control me so completely. I had never trusted anyone enough, and I reveled in
the feeling of being completely at Logan’s mercy.

I heard Logan make
a guttural sound, and I grabbed the base of his length, knowing that he was
about to come. His shaft pulsated, and I kept him in my mouth so I could
swallow all of him. He groaned loudly, his shaft jerking spasmodically. His eyes
were closed, and he almost looked like he was in pain as he came inside my
mouth.

He collapsed
against the couch when he was done. His eyes opened, and he looked down at me
with concern. “Are you okay? I kind of lost it there for a while.”

I crawled up his
body and straddled his thighs. I kissed him on his jaw and whispered in his
ear, “I’m more than okay. You taste yummy.”

I felt him stir
underneath me at my words. I couldn’t believe how brazen I was being, but Logan
brought out a side of me that I had never known existed. Our lovemaking had
always been passionate, almost off the charts, but a new dimension had been
added that I had never experienced before. He had always been inclined to take
the reins and control what happened in the bedroom, but I never felt this
intense need to be dominated by him. It was thrilling to feel like I was being
used by him, that I belonged to him, yet it didn’t make me feel in the least
bit degraded. Instead, it just added to my arousal.

“You don’t know
what your words are doing to me,” Logan said in a gruff voice.

“Oh, I have an
idea,” I said playfully as I rubbed against him. I could feel him starting to
harden, which was exactly what I wanted. Giving him pleasure had aroused me and
my ache demanded to be satisfied.

Logan’s head fell
back onto the couch as I continued to rub my cleft against him, my wetness
adding to the sensation.

“You’re
insatiable,” he said with amusement, although his expression was quickly turning
into desire.

“It’s not my fault
that you make me want to be such a slut.” I didn’t know where that came from. I
had never referred to myself as a slut before in my life, nor had I ever wanted
to. At any other time, I would have greatly objected to being referred to as a
slut. There had been a few instances in the past where I had been called that
term, and it had stung badly. But in this moment, it felt right. I was Logan’s
slut and I wanted to be used by him.