Logan Chapter 99

-Logan-

I know Emory can only make her thoughts quiet when she’s deep in subspace. I’m not normally a formal dom type- I’m naturally dominant, of course, but I don’t put labels on things or bring extra stuff into it. I don’t ask to be called master or sir, though the second one does send an extra thrill through me in the right context. Emory knows all of this without the benefit of mind reading, just because we’ve been fucking like bunnies ever since I’ve been back on two legs. She also knows that I’m orders of magnitude stronger than her. I could lift her bodily without a change in my breathing. I could carry her in front of me with my hands under her arms like a messy toddler. She knows all of this, but I still hear the instant hesitation from her about actually sitting on my face.

I stroke the side of her face, trying to comfort her as much as excite her. “We’ve technically even done it before, little rose. I didn’t die then, and I won’t die now. Come grab the headboard.” She scoots two inches closer to the head of the bed and stops, still fretting.

“That was in the heat of things.” *I didn’t have to think about it first.* Ah, that’s the problem. I quickly think through ways to make her stop thinking long enough for me to clear her mind completely when I hit on making all fair in love and war.

“Then we’ll add some heat. How about another game, mate? We’ll sixty-nine and whoever finishes first loses?” She tilts her head as she thinks this through, and ultimately decides that she’d rather have me on top of her than be on top of me. Still. The problem is, that actually could be more dangerous because I really do outweigh her. The mood starts to shift as she worries that she’s ruining everything, so I grab a handful of her hair and decide to kiss her until the answer comes to me. We can agree on this. I tease her with almost-kisses and nips to her plush mouth, distracting her from what’s going on in my mind.

Eventually, something about the breath she sucks in as I put another hickey just behind her ear reminds me about the very first night we spent together. I came out of the bathroom to see her with her head tipped over the edge of the bed, hair like a river of lava pouring toward my floor. Just thinking about fucking her throat like I did that night hardens me to the point of pain. I squeeze the base of my dick to give me a moment to breathe before I get her into position.

“Are you ready to cooperate yet?” I whisper into her ear before I bite her earlobe just hard enough to get that whimper out of her. I watch the chills move down her neck, ripping my undershirt from her body with one hand and maintaining my grip on her hair with the other. I hear her assent in her suddenly-scrambling thoughts, but I want to hear it out loud. “Do I need to repeat myself, little rose?”

She huffs a couple of nonsense syllables before she says “No- yes. I’m ready.” *Finally* I think to her with amusement, as I tug her hair toward the edge of the bed. Halfway, she catches the image of what I want her to do from my thoughts and starts to move a little faster, to situate herself without my guidance. I can’t decide if I like her eager or her confused but willing to follow my lead more, but they both get my blood roaring in my veins.

Once her head is hanging over the side of the bed- my bed and not the one in the damned penthouse- I pull my boxers down and stroke those fucking lips with the head of my cock. I’ll let her start at her own pace, but she needs me to take control or she’ll never be able to relax. “That’s it, open up for me. I thought I was going to jack it to the image of you in the penthouse for the rest of my life, but we’re overflowing my spank bank, baby.” She sighs and opens all the way to her throat for me, and I sink to the hilt before she closes her lips around my base. “Now, I’ll know when you can’t breathe, so there won’t be any heroes here. Are you ready to start the game?” I have to get her on my level before I embarrass myself and lose my own game.

I almost lose, anyway, when she hums her agreement with my dick in her mouth. Fuck. *What do I get when I win?* Her thoughts are colored with amusement, but I take it for the challenge it is and yank her thighs wide. I stop for just a second just to enjoy the view, something that Emory hates and loves at the same time.

“Winner gets breakfast in bed or something, I don’t care. I’ll decide what I want after.” I say to jolt her competitive spirit as well just before I surprise her with a long lick from her clit to her puckered hole. She twitches in my grip as I use the outsides of her thighs to roll her hips forward and back so I can feast on her at my leisure. I feel the surprise in her thoughts when she actually likes the sensation, so I keep with the long and slow strokes- both over her pussy and into her throat.

Emory’s having no trouble breathing around me until I get as deep as I can possibly go, so she tries to concentrate on swallowing to make it better for me. I’m a little smug about the fact that I’ve already got her thoughts fragmented and frenetic with what my mouth is doing, so she only remembers every second or third stroke. When she’s panting under me and thoroughly distracted, I decide to kick it up another notch.

Emory is worried about the idea of breath play, but anytime my hand has gone around her neck even lightly she’s been feral for it. I decide on the spot that I’m going to introduce her to a new kind of breath play. We’re technically the safest couple to ever attempt this, because I can hear her thoughts if it gets to be too much. I focus my mouth on her clit and drive a finger into her- much to both her relief and increasing tension- just I leave my cock all the way in her throat for a few seconds longer before pulling back out. She’s panting still as I drive back into her just as slowly as before. She has enough air, so I add a few more seconds. Soon, her entire body is shuddering under me, her breaths blasting against my groin every time I let her breathe again. I feel her legs twitching under my elbows where I’m holding them down, her tears dripping onto my feet, when I pull my finger out of her pussy and slide it- slow and easy, not too fast- into her ass just as I suck hard on her clit.

Hearing Emory’s screams muffled by my cock might be one of my favorite fucking sounds. Her mind shatters into a million shards, and we’re so closely connected that she drags me under with her. I pull out and finish over her breasts and belly- partially because I’m a possessive bastard even though we’re already irrevocably tied and partially so I don’t drown her if she forgets to swallow in her distraction. I fall to my ass in an undignified heap on the floor, but rally myself enough to help her lift her head up before she fully passes out.