Chapter 14
-Emory-
Before I can get truly comfortable on Logan’s shoulder, I find myself falling directly into a bed. The sheets are, of course, absolutely the height of luxury and the bedroom is decorated in a tastefully masculine, if a bit soulless, style. Most of the room is a medium gray, with black stained wood on the bedroom suit. I don’t fail to notice the discrete o-rings on the headboard. I had an inkling, from the flavor of his dirty talk and his actions so far, that Logan was a bit of a dominant. I haven’t ever played power games before, but I read. I know a little of what to expect, outside of just how much I’ve loved it so far.
“Is your curiosity sated, baby? Because as much as I love that dress on you, I think I would like it better on my floor.” My attention comes back to Logan just in time to catch the show. He’s slowly unbuttoning his shirt as his gaze roams over me. I can almost feel it like a caress- over my legs, then my breasts, then back to the junction of my thighs, just barely shadowed where my dress has ridden up in all the commotion. His obvious admiration makes me feel… sexy, and brave. I’m so much less nervous under his regard than I was contemplating this exact scenario all day. I feel safe with him. Safe enough to be as wild as I want to be. Safe enough for us both to be animals together.
“Mostly! But I’m more interested in what you’re doing now. When do you find the time to work out enough for those abs, Logan? Do you have a weight bench in your office?” I get a look of amused disbelief from him, probably because I’ve started babbling again and he’s surprised that I’ve fixated on the logistics of his physique rather than the look of it.
“I have good genes, that takes care of most of it. Would you like to take off your dress for me, Emory? Or do you want me to cover my workout schedule?” Sounds like he means business. I’m too busy staring at his back muscles as he turns to lay his suit jacket and shirt over a chair- also black wood with gray upholstery - to the left of the dresser. When I don’t reply, he catches me looking and smirks. “Oh, I like that expression, little rose. I think I’d like to taste it.” He comes back to the bed and crawls up to where he deposited me, pants still on but his fly undone, and I’m desperately trying to find a corner of my brain functional enough to say something witty. I fail.
“Before I knew your name, I had the thought that you’d look like a diagram in an anatomy textbook. I’m glad that you’re even more… educational with your clothes off.” What the fuck, why did I say that out loud? Fuck! Logan’s smirk becomes a boyish smile, almost bashful, before he recovers.
“Well, I’m flattered. Let’s see what else we can learn from each other, shall we?” He gently grabs at the tie to my dress again, easing the knot out, and he slowly parts the material. Even though he saw the same view in the back of the car, he takes another moment of slow perusal. Like he’s savoring the sight of me like this, in my underwear in his bed. I’m sure I’m disheveled, and I can feel the blush traveling from my face, down my neck and all the way to my chest. “I love this set on you. Damn, you’re so fucking gorgeous, Emory. Let me see the rest of you.”
With a deep breath for courage, I sit up enough to unhook my bra in the back. Note to self, buy cute bras with front clips. Logan doesn’t take his eyes off mine while he hooks his fingers in the sides of my thong and gently slides it down my thighs. I lift my hips for him, but can’t escape the eye contact, or a renewed blush to my cheeks. Finally, he releases my gaze, only to look straight to my core as he tosses my underwear over his shoulder. “Gorgeous. Open your legs for me, baby.” He slides one hand under my right knee, pulling my leg up and out to expose me to him further.
“I want… I want to see you too. I want to return the favor, Logan. Please?” I can’t believe I’m already begging, but… anybody would in this situation. I have to see the rest of him. I detangle myself from the straps of my dress and bra while he stands back up to pull his pants all the way off. Oh, my God. Not only is his ass absolutely, bounce-a-quarter-off-it, perfect, but when he turns back from adding his pants to the pile on the chair I catch sight of his erection for the first time. It’s huge, especially compared to the hands I immediately wrap around it. He hisses in a breath as I start babbling again. “Holy shit, Logan. All of you is piping hot, but I don’t know if this will fit inside me. I’m game to try, but I really don’t want to set you up for disappointment, here.”
Suddenly, I’m kneeling in front of him on the bed while he stands at the end of it. I have my hands on him and it’s almost like my mouth is magnetically attracted to his cock. I take a little taste of salt, and musk, and male, and find myself determined to take all of him however he wants to give it to me. Surely, I can figure out a way to please this man. Maybe enough to keep him with me after he gets tired of my weird personality. I feel a moment of triumph when his fingers weave through my hair and then make a fist, holding me still with my lips just barely parting over his head. He’s so turned on for me that it’s almost purple, and I can feel his pulse pounding away beneath my fingers.
Logan's hand in my hair has me just centimeters from what promises to be the best dessert I've ever had in my life. I find myself both turned on and put out by his control. I want to play with him, learn him like he learned me. If he would only loosen his hold a tiny bit, I could make him feel so good. As good as he made me feel, even. Possibly.
“Slow down a minute, lovely, or I’m going to blow down your throat. We’ll need to go slow at first, but I will absolutely fit inside you.” Logan gently uses his hand in my hair to guide me back up, then flat on the bed in front of him again.