Chapter 27

Chapter 27
Chapter 27

Megan 

My heart beats hard in my chest as Logan pulls me towards him. His hands move around my waist as he kisses me. My god Logan can kiss. The dominance and passion are something I’ve never had from anyone else. He kisses me like he can’t get enough of me. It overrides all of my senses, making me forget we’re not even in his condo yet. 

The ding of the elevator startles me. Logan pulls me closer to him as he walks us into his condo. I giggle as he pushes me up against the wall, knocking something over in the process. It smashes to the ground. I pull away to look but Logan kisses me again. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll get a new one,” he says against my lips. I smile as I kiss him back.

A small voice tells me I shouldn’t do this, that it will all end badly but I know that this was inevitable. We’re drawn together, he has held my heart since we met and I believe he will always have it. There's nothing to hide from Logan, he knows everything. He knows all of me, and to be with someone who I don’t have to tell my secrets to is refreshing. I know that is one of the reasons I’ve kept other partners at a distance.  

I move my hands under his t-shirt feeling every bump of muscle under my fingertips. Pulling away he pulls his t-shirt over his head and drops it to the floor, revealing all his hard work in the gym. 

“Someone likes what they see,” he states while moving his hands to my neck. 

“Yes, I do,” I say and bite my bottom lip as I admire his body. I trail my fingers down his abdomen to the muscles disappearing into the waistband of his jeans and belt. He chuckles at me and leans in to press his lips to mine. “You should know,” I say against his lips. He pulls away and moves his hand down to my waist. “I’m not wearing underwear,” I add once I unbuckle his belt. His hands move up my skirt to my hips.

“If I had known this, rollerblading wouldn’t have happened,” he states as he pulls me closer to him. 

“Oh but I enjoyed watching you fall,” I giggle and pull him close to kiss his jaw. He chuckles and picks me up.

“I’m going to have a big bruise on my arse,” he chuckles as he carries me. 

The fact he carries me like I weigh nothing is a turn-on. I’m not overweight but I know I’m heavier than I was when he last carried me. Placing me on the kitchen dining table I pull my top over my head revealing the black lace bra I have on underneath. I lean back and watch as his hands move up my bare thighs deliberately slowly. My heart beats faster as they disappear under my skirt, I can’t help but anticipate his touch. 

“Megan,” he says, drawing my attention from his hands to his face. His sapphire blue eyes pierce my emerald ones. “Are you sure about this?” he asks. I know what he’s doing, he’s giving me a chance to stop this before we go any further. He wants me to be sure, to not regret it in the morning and truthly I don’t think I will. 

“Yes, I’m sure,” I answer and that’s all that Logan needs. His lips press against mine, his hands finding their way back through my hair. His tongue taking dominance over mine makes me moan and pull him closer to me. Laying me back on the table his hands move to unclasp my bra. I watch as he takes in my pierced nipples, a small smirk slowly appears on his face. I smile in response and reach down between my legs to unfasten his belt. “Someone likes what they see,” I parrot back to him. He chuckles and leans forward to kiss down my neck. 

“I always like what I see when it comes to you,” he says in my ear before moving down my neck to my chest.

Since having my nipples pierced they have become a little more sensitive, not painfully, but enough to make me enjoy nipple play a lot more, a fact that Logan is quick to work out when I feel him take one of my nipples into his mouth. A hand moves to my other breast, I moan in pleasure and lose focus on getting his jeans off. His other hand continues my work and I hear his jeans hit the floor. I moan out loudly when I feel him hold my nipple between his teeth. 

“Logan,” I whimper when he lets go and then soothes the sting with his tongue. “I need you,” I pant. He trails hot kisses down my body and flips my skirt up revealing my naked pussy. I hear him groan and feel his thumb move over my pierced clitoris. I moan in response. 

“So fucking pretty,” he states and dips a finger into me. “And so wet for me,” 

“Please,” I beg. 

“Please what?” he asks as his thumb circles my clit in just the right way. 

“Fuck me,” I moan. 

“I haven’t tasted you yet,” he states like he has all the time in the world. I moan as he adds a second finger and I can’t help but thrust against his hand. I watch his other hand fist his penis and it’s only then I realise how rock hard he is. I reach for him, making myself sit up and press my lips to his. He grabs my hand before I can wrap my fingers around him. “I won’t last if you touch me,” he says against my lips and pushes me back onto the table. He kisses and licks back down my body. I feel him tug on my skirt. I shimmy out of my skirt and feel him trail kisses over my stomach. 

“Oh god,” I moan as his pierced tongue swirls around my jewelled clit. I run a hand through his hair as my body shakes with an impending orgasm. He moves an arm over my hips pinning me to the table. I cry out as my orgasm hits, crashing into me like a freight train. Logan lets me ride my orgasm out as his fingers and tongue slowly stimulate me. I pant his name as that knot of pleasure starts to form again within my abdomen. 

Logan pulls away and stands up fully, I watch as he picks up his jeans and takes out his wallet. He smirks as he looks at me when he pulls a condom out of his wallet. 

“God you’re beautiful,” he states as he pulls a condom on. I smile in response.

“Thanks, probably the post-orgasm glow,” I state. 

“No, you’re beautiful all the time, but when you come it’s something else, I love making you come,” he says as he moves his hands to my hips and lifts me a little. 

“I love when I come too,” I say with a giggle. “Especially when it’s by you,” I add and lean in to kiss him. I taste myself on his lips and I can’t help but smile a little. “We should have moved to a different place,” I say as the hardness of the table makes my butt sore. 

“I always eat at a table,” he jokes. I shake my head at his lame joke and wrap my arms around his neck. I feel his penis press against my clit. 

“Shut up and fuck me,” I say making him chuckle this time. 

“Yes Miss Wright,” he says, making me blush. I don’t know what it is, but every time he calls me that- with his English accent- I can’t help but blush, and he knows it too. Ever so slowly I feel him enter me, I look down watching as his bigger-than-average penis disappears into me inch by glorious inch. I thrust my hips on the last couple of inches and we both moan in pleasure. “Fuck you feel so good,” he groans. 

It’s like my body has missed him because he feels perfect. 

We move in unison, our thrusts building with fever with every one. I scratch down his chest, and I feel his hand move up my body to the back of my neck. He pulls on my hair and I cry at the sharpness of the pain and feel myself tighten around him at the feel of it. He growls and thrusts harder into me before pulling out and turning me around and bending me over the table instead.

Having my heeled boots on puts my arse at the right height for him to thrust into me. I feel him deeper in this position and I can’t help but love how hard he fucks me. All I can hear is my own moans and the slap of our bodies together. My front collapses forward as I feel my orgasm build. Logan grabs me by the neck pulling me up wards and making my chest bow forward. 

“You’re mine,” he says in my ear and I nod. “Say it,” he growls. 

“I’m yours,” I pant, “Always yours,” I say and feel his other hand move to my clit. He moves faster and harder. He pushes me back down onto the table and I can feel the edge bite into the top of my thighs and it just adds to the overall sensation. 

“Damn right,” he growls, and my body responds to that growl. “You like it when I tell you you’re mine?” he asks. 

“Yes,” I say, and my orgasm hits as I say it. His does too, and I feel him thrust a couple of more times before collapsing on top of me. We lay like that for a few minutes just catching our breath. 

“Fucking hell,” he says and I chuckle to myself. 

“That’s a way to describe it,” I say. 

“Stay here,” he says and I feel him moving out of me and then his weight is off me. 

“I don’t think I can move just yet,” I reply as my body feels quite heavy and tired. I hear the noise of the bin and then the tap running. Slowly I lift my body off the table and run my hand through my hair. Logan returns and then lifts me up. “What are you doing?” 

“We’re going for a shower,” he states and carries me upstairs towards his room.