The moment we stumbled into my bedroom, the air between us was fucking electric, crackling with a tension so raw it felt like the walls themselves were shuddering in anticipation.
The door slammed shut behind us, sealing us in a world where nothing mattered but the heat of our bodies, the insatiable hunger in Logan’s eyes, and the way his hands roamed around my body.
My back hit the wall with a thud, and before I could even gasp, his lips crashed into mine, hot and demanding, his tongue plunging deep.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he growled against my mouth.
At that, I heard Vanessa’s voice in my head. “You’re just one of his toys.”
Something ached inside me but I pushed it aside.
“I don’t,” I panted, my voice trembling with need. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
That was all the permission he needed. His hands tightened on my waist, yanking me closer until I could feel every fucking inch of him, the heat of his body searing through our clothes. My shirt was torn off in one swift movement, leaving my tits bouncing free, my nipples stiff and aching for his mouth. Logan’s gaze darkened as he took me in, his eyes raking over my body like he was memorizing every curve, every inch of skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands skimmed down my sides, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist, the dip of my hip, before sliding around to cup my ass. “I’ve been dreaming about this, Emma. About you.”
I couldn’t help but moan as I reached for him, my fingers trembling as I tugged at his shirt. The moment my hands made contact with his chest, he hissed, his muscles flexing beneath my touch. His skin was hot, slick with a thin sheen of sweat, and I couldn’t resist dragging my nails down his pecs, leaving faint red trails in their wake.
“Damn,” he muttered, his hands fumbling with the button on his pants. “Emma, if you keep that up, I’m not gonna last.”
I smirked, my heart pounding in my chest as I pushed his jeans down his hips, freeing his cock. It sprang free, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I bit my lip as I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around his shaft and giving him a slow, deliberate stroke. He groaned, his hips bucking into my hand as I tightened my grip, my thumb swiping over its head...
“You like that?” I whispered, my voice low and teasing.
“Emma,” he choked out, his hands gripping my hips. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I grinned, leaning in to kiss him again, my tongue sliding against his as I continued to stroke him. He moaned into my mouth, his hands roaming my body, cupping my tits, squeezing my ass, before sliding down to grip my thighs. In one swift movement, he lifted me up, pinning me against the wall.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I can feel you dripping for me.”
I cried out as he pressed against me, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against my clit. My nails dug into his shoulders as he thrust against me, his cock sliding against my slick folds, teasing me until I was trembling with need.
“Logan,” I gasped, my hips rocking against him. “Please...”
“What do you want, Emma?” he asked, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “Tell me.”
“I want you inside me,” I begged, my voice breaking.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I’m fucking sure.” I grunted.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He carried me to the bed, laying me down gently before stripping off the rest of his clothes. He knelt between my legs, his hands running up my thighs before spreading them wide. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of my wetness, glistening and swollen with desire.
“This will help ease up the pain,” he muttered, leaning in to lick a stripe up my slit. “You taste so fucking good.”
I cried out as his tongue swirled around my clit, his hands gripping my hips to hold me still as he devoured me. His tongue was relentless, flicking and teasing until I was writhing beneath him, my hands fisting the sheets as I tried to hold on.
“Logan!” I screamed, my hips bucking against his face. “Oh god!”
He didn’t stop until I was right on the edge, my body trembling with need. Only then did he pull away, his lips slick with my cum. He kissed his way up my body, his tongue flicking over my nipples before capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
“If anything hurts, tell me and I’ll stop, okay? Are you ready? ” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
“Yes,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He didn’t wait. He lined himself up with my entrance before thrusting inside me, careful at first, and then in one smooth motion he pushed it in. I cried out in pain, my nails digging into his back as he filled me completely. He groaned, his forehead dropping to mine as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate.
“You’re so tight,” he muttered, his cock sliding in and out of me with an almost agonizing slowness. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Harder,” I begged, my hips rocking against his. “Please.”
He obeyed, his thrusts growing harder, faster, until the bed was slamming against the wall with every movement. He hit that spot deep inside me with every thrust, and I could feel the pleasure building, higher and higher until I thought I might break.
“Logan,” I gasped, my body trembling. I’m gonna—”
“Cum for me,” he growled, his hand sliding between us to rub my clit. “Let go.”
I screamed as the wave crashed over me, my body convulsing as I came hard. He followed me over the edge. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck as we both came down from the high.
“Fuck,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “That was... fucking incredible.”
I grinned, running my fingers through his hair. “Yeah... it was.”
***
Logan pov
Waking up in Emma’s bed was a mistake.
A good one. The kind that settled into my bones, warm and too easy to want again.
Her breathing was slow, steady, her back rising and falling beneath my arm, her hair a messy tangle against her pillow. She smelled like vanilla and something softer, something that made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t like.
I should’ve gotten up. Should’ve slipped out before she woke up, before she could start overthinking and convince herself this meant nothing.
But I didn’t move.
Because for a brief, perfect second, I let myself just be here.
With her.
No games. No bullshit. Just her warmth against me, the quiet of her room, the way she felt in my arms.
And then she stirred.
I felt the moment her body tensed.
Like reality had just crashed back into her all at once.
Her breathing changed—no longer slow, no longer steady.
She was thinking now.
Don’t do this, Em.