lengthens, and with time, deepens until my mind is filled with nothing but a black canvas ready to be painted on with colors of pleasure. His tongue explores my lips, and his subtle beard scratches my face. I don’t care. For once, I just want to be swept up. I can’t even consider this isn’t real, that it might be a dream.
He slides his arm behind my back and pulls me closer to him, his bulge digging against my legs. I let a gasp slip out and my jaw drops open as our eyes meet. His fiery blues look almost menacing in the orange, aggressive light of the sunset. With a pull of his hand, he drags me toward the couch, and collapses on it. I don’t even hesitate to throw my legs around his waist and clutch him.
What am I doing? The only one-night stand I’ve had was with a guy in college, but it was unremarkable enough to turn me off to the whole idea. What was the point? A quick burst of sex and then nothing afterward? Sitting on top of Logan though, with his hands exploring my body and our lips locked, I’m starting to see the appeal.
His hand cups my breast through my shirt, and I suddenly remember the fantasy I had last night. His hands are stronger than I thought they would be. I throw my head back and twist my hair, and he looks at me. We stop to catch our breath for a few minutes, and I grow more self conscious of what I’m doing. Why is he here? Is this just a game to him?
“We shouldn’t...” I start to say. His finger quickly goes to my lips, and I almost feel like laughing at the absurdity of what I just said. 'We shouldn’t' isn’t quite the same as what I’m thinking, ‘I really want it, please fuck me now, Logan.’
“Not now, don’t say a word,” Logan says. I nod in agreement, and something about the gravel in his voice gets me even hotter. I run my hand from his shoulder to the back of his hair, dragging my fingers through his scalp and making him growl. I feel like exploding, and he’s still wearing his jacket and his pants. A tempestuous heat rises from him, engulfing my senses with his smell, his look, and his touch.
I work at undoing the buckle and zipper holding his leather on, and I feel myself blush from his attention. His eyes are on me, and I’m too embarrassed to look back. It’s almost like I don’t feel worthy of him, which is ridiculous because I’m straddling his lap. He helps me take his jacket off by pulling his arms through the sleeves, and I throw it on the ground. His tattoos are visible now, and that fuel and leather smell is that much more potent. I moan quietly as I kiss his cheek, his neck, and move my lips down to his chest. His grunts of pleasure only encourage me more. My eyes open for a brief second and pass over his vest, finally reading the patch blazed across the back.
BOMB. RUIN RIDERS MC.
“Bomb, huh?” I whisper. He cracks a grin and undoes my bra, the warm air tickling my exposed nipples. In a second, I’m topless and my naked skin is touching his tattooed chest. I really shouldn’t be doing this, especially in the living room... Sara could come home at any minute, right? I can’t think. Logan’s hands squeeze my breasts, and a gasp slips from my lips. I bite my lip to keep from screaming. I rake my finger through his hair and nibbles on me.
I seize back and clasp my hands across his strong shoulders. He skin is hot to the touch, and his tattoos look like they’re twitching with life whenever he moves. Ropes of coiled snakes squirm under his tattoos, and I feel dizzy and lightheaded. His eyes lock on mine, and I feel my breath catch in my throat.
I want to tell him to take me into the bedroom, to throw me onto my sheets and ravage me there. But I can’t. I feel transfixed, almost hypnotized. I don’t want anything to shatter the mood or break the illusion. Our hands explore each other, and I laugh a little as a grin stretches across his face. His eyes meet mine again, and he lets out a low growl. My body can’t take much more teasing, but
He slides his arm behind my back and pulls me closer to him, his bulge digging against my legs. I let a gasp slip out and my jaw drops open as our eyes meet. His fiery blues look almost menacing in the orange, aggressive light of the sunset. With a pull of his hand, he drags me toward the couch, and collapses on it. I don’t even hesitate to throw my legs around his waist and clutch him.
What am I doing? The only one-night stand I’ve had was with a guy in college, but it was unremarkable enough to turn me off to the whole idea. What was the point? A quick burst of sex and then nothing afterward? Sitting on top of Logan though, with his hands exploring my body and our lips locked, I’m starting to see the appeal.
His hand cups my breast through my shirt, and I suddenly remember the fantasy I had last night. His hands are stronger than I thought they would be. I throw my head back and twist my hair, and he looks at me. We stop to catch our breath for a few minutes, and I grow more self conscious of what I’m doing. Why is he here? Is this just a game to him?
“We shouldn’t...” I start to say. His finger quickly goes to my lips, and I almost feel like laughing at the absurdity of what I just said. 'We shouldn’t' isn’t quite the same as what I’m thinking, ‘I really want it, please fuck me now, Logan.’
“Not now, don’t say a word,” Logan says. I nod in agreement, and something about the gravel in his voice gets me even hotter. I run my hand from his shoulder to the back of his hair, dragging my fingers through his scalp and making him growl. I feel like exploding, and he’s still wearing his jacket and his pants. A tempestuous heat rises from him, engulfing my senses with his smell, his look, and his touch.
I work at undoing the buckle and zipper holding his leather on, and I feel myself blush from his attention. His eyes are on me, and I’m too embarrassed to look back. It’s almost like I don’t feel worthy of him, which is ridiculous because I’m straddling his lap. He helps me take his jacket off by pulling his arms through the sleeves, and I throw it on the ground. His tattoos are visible now, and that fuel and leather smell is that much more potent. I moan quietly as I kiss his cheek, his neck, and move my lips down to his chest. His grunts of pleasure only encourage me more. My eyes open for a brief second and pass over his vest, finally reading the patch blazed across the back.
BOMB. RUIN RIDERS MC.
“Bomb, huh?” I whisper. He cracks a grin and undoes my bra, the warm air tickling my exposed nipples. In a second, I’m topless and my naked skin is touching his tattooed chest. I really shouldn’t be doing this, especially in the living room... Sara could come home at any minute, right? I can’t think. Logan’s hands squeeze my breasts, and a gasp slips from my lips. I bite my lip to keep from screaming. I rake my finger through his hair and nibbles on me.
I seize back and clasp my hands across his strong shoulders. He skin is hot to the touch, and his tattoos look like they’re twitching with life whenever he moves. Ropes of coiled snakes squirm under his tattoos, and I feel dizzy and lightheaded. His eyes lock on mine, and I feel my breath catch in my throat.
I want to tell him to take me into the bedroom, to throw me onto my sheets and ravage me there. But I can’t. I feel transfixed, almost hypnotized. I don’t want anything to shatter the mood or break the illusion. Our hands explore each other, and I laugh a little as a grin stretches across his face. His eyes meet mine again, and he lets out a low growl. My body can’t take much more teasing, but
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