Logan Chapter 19

-Emory-

This man is diabolical. I’m writhing at the mercy of the shower head, draped down Logan’s chest like some kind of erotic tie. I have my arms wrapped behind his neck, trying not to bring us both down with my uncontrollable leg spasms. At first, he had me stuffed full of his member, but then he took it from me and left me feeling so unbearably empty, squeezing around nothing as I came again. I whimper and grind on him, hoping to entice him back inside me, but all he does is moan in my ear. Goosebumps shoot down my neck at the sound, my nipples tighten even further, and he still hasn’t moved the shower head off my clit. I can already feel my climax rising in me again, but I don’t know how much more I can take at this point.

“Logan, please! I need you inside of me. Please, I can’t come again this empty, if I can at all.. Please, Logan?”

He groans loud and long at my words, then grits into my ear, almost growling, “We’d have to leave your toy in here and get a condom, little rose. They’re by the bed. Give me one more before we dry off and I get you wet all over again. Come on, baby, come for me one more time.” He sets my foot on a seat built into the wall of the shower and uses the hand that was holding my leg up to shove three fingers into my g-spot. I lose my voice as my air cuts off and my knees buckle. I would never have believed I could come this hard before experiencing it with this man. Maybe I lied to Cora. Maybe he is a sex god.

When I can breathe again, Logan sits me on a towel he laid out on the counter for me and uses a second one to gently dry me off. I’m leaning my wet hair into his shoulder, kissing his neck as I work up the energy to move. Eventually, I recover enough to look down. Logan didn’t get to finish in the shower due to the lack of condoms. We’ll have to remember to start bringing them everywhere with us if he insists on messing around all over the place. I reach down and stroke the wine red, throbbing length of him gently. It looks painful, and I don’t want to make him more uncomfortable. “Poor guy, we’ve been teasing him for so long now.”

Logan laughs into the towel he’s using to dry his hair and face. “I can think of a few ways you could make it up to him. Can you stay awake a little longer?” I perk right up at that, momentarily wondering at myself. I’ve never been this insatiable before. Surely I should be too tired by now, too sore, and while I am both of those things, I still don’t want to stop. I limp as quickly as I can move into his bedroom, wanting to surprise him. He takes a second hanging the towels back up perfectly straight so I have time to lay on the bed with my head over the side of it. My throat isn’t sore at all.

The look on Logan’s face when he walks in and sees what I have planned for him is priceless. He comes to a full stop just as he clears the doorway, and his eyes flash in that same trick of the light as he looks me over. He wipes his mouth - checking for drool?- and wraps one hand around his cock, squeezing tight. Just that moment is worth the sore throat I’ll have tomorrow. I wink at him, feeling like a goddess, and remind him to get moving. “What’s the matter, Logan? Don’t think you can handle it?”

“I’m actually wondering how you thought to do this to give me head but you haven’t ever gotten it yourself before. Somebody has done you a disservice.” He walks forward, just to my side, and strokes circles around my right breast, slowly swirling around to my nipple.

“Well, little do you know that I read. Now get over here, I’m starving.” He laughs at my impatience, and repositions to point his dick at my mouth. He’s moving much too slowly- being careful with me- and I lick my palm before grabbing him to pull him exactly where I want him. I appreciate the consideration, because he’s packing a monster, but if the porn stars can do it then surely I can figure it out.

So I realize immediately that it’s harder than it looks. I take a moment just sucking his head before I can figure out how to angle him down my throat without choking. Once I get that figured out, I realize breathing is a whole new mechanic. “Emory, you know you don’t have to- oh shit!” That’ll show him for doubting me. Just as I realized he was trying to give me a way to gracefully back out, I figured out how sucking and breathing through my nose could work together, and swallowed his whole length down my throat. It was actually way easier once I got the rhythm figured out, and something about it was so sexually empowering that I felt myself getting slick all over again. I rubbed my legs together just to get a little bit of friction to ease the ache, but Logan wasn’t having any of it. “Oh no, little rose. Your pleasure is mine. You love sucking my cock that much, baby? Does it make you so hot you can’t stand it? You keep those legs spread for me. I want to make you moan around me.”

Even just his words have me moaning. He reaches down to thumb my nipple with his left hand and palms my entire center with his right. I moan louder at the sensation of the heel of his hand pressing against my sore clit. “Oh, I bet you are sensitive. No rest for the wicked tonight. You’re going to come with me down your throat. Laid out for me like a damn buffet, I can’t think of anything sexier. I want your knees flat to the bed, baby. Open up further for me.”

I hesitate for a moment- because I really am a little sore, and I should have tapped out three climaxes ago- and earn a pinch to the nipple for it. I squeal, and it hurts so good that I can feel myself gushing enough that Logan’s hand starts to make wet noises as he rocks his palm over my clit, just circling my entrance with the tips of his fingers. It’s so fucking dirty, and so fucking hot, and I feel myself climbing again. I’m suddenly desperate to get him off just one damn time before he makes me climax again. We’re already so imbalanced… I suddenly have a flash of genius, and reach up to grab his hips, instead of fisting the sheets, and encourage him to rock them in time with his hand so that he fucks my throat at the same tempo.

“Fuck, Emory, fuck yes, baby. Now swallow me when I hit you deep, gorgeous. Just like that. I’m close.” He starts to pull out, probably to glaze my breasts, but it would feel like winning to swallow all of him down. I like to win, so I dig my nails into his butt with one hand and reach around for his balls with the other. I’m rewarded with his frantic cursing and then he’s twitching in my mouth. I can feel his pulse on my tongue, and he’s shooting straight into my stomach so I don’t even have to worry if it tastes bad, and the thought of me bringing him over like that combines with his hand on my clit to give me one last beautiful orgasm. Not as hard as any of the previous ones tonight, but I’m actually glad for that. It’s like a nice cooldown, and as he carefully pulls himself out of my mouth I have to fight off a yawn. There really is satisfaction in a job well done.

Logan has to help me lift my head back onto the bed, which he does without me even asking him to. I look up into his pleasure-drunk face and notice that his goofy smile has some not-so-goofy canines going on. They seem… sharper than normal? I’ve never noticed his smile being different before, but then I blink and realized I must have imagined it. I am so incredibly tired at this point. I feel something niggling in the back of my mind, but once Logan gets under the sheets with me for ‘a quick nap’ I realize that I won’t be able to make heads or tales of anything until I get some rest.