Club Destiny 1 Conviction (18 page)

Logan’s eyes locked with hers,
and she fought the urge to increase her suction, rather giving in to the
desperate need to take things slow. She sat up, noticing some of the tension
ease from him, until she untied the strings on each side of her hips, and then
slowly pulled the last piece of black fabric that covered her and tossed it to
the ground beside them.

She was now completely naked,
perspiration coating her skin, her nipples pebbled and her pussy wet and aching
for him. At that point, they could have had an audience, but Sam didn’t care.
They had a small measure of privacy, hidden by the sides of the boat, but she
knew she could be seen with her naked breasts out for the world to see, if
anyone came by.

It was time to get him just as
naked because she wasn’t finished with him. Sam pushed his shorts further down
his legs until he was able to flip them off and they landed on the deck at the
end of the chair. She admired the view for longer than she intended, memorizing
his masculine beauty.

This time, Sam lowered herself to
her knees, pushing Logan’s legs apart and maneuvering between them. His eyes
were open, and he was watching her intently, and Sam found she wanted his eyes
on her. The voyeuristic aspect turned her on more.

As he watched, she slowly slid
her tongue along the underside of his shaft, curling her tongue around him. The
animalistic groan that tore from his chest sent juices flooding between her
legs. She was so wet, and it was all due to her giving him pleasure.

She maintained a consistent
balance of licking and sucking, her eyes staying locked on his, watching the
pleasure that contorted his features giving her the power to continue. When she
took him completely in her mouth this time, the tip of his cock hitting the
back of her throat, Logan’s body jerked in response, his head tilted back, and
more expletives escaped him.

He was hanging on to the last
vestiges of control, and she wanted to send him over the edge, bring him to his
knees so to speak. Sending him the message that this wasn’t all about her, but
rather what she could do for him, for his pleasure. That’s what she wanted him
to know. She would take whatever he would give her, but she would give back
just as much.

Stroking one hand down his shaft,
Sam cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she used her other hand to
stroke him and guide him in and out of her mouth. He was so large; his cock was
long and thick as she allowed it to go as far as she could take it. Quickening
her pace, she sucked, teased, and worked to send him over.

Suddenly, his hands flew out from
behind his head; he partially sat upright, gripping her hair, forcing her head
down as he thrust into her mouth. She was taken totally by surprise, but the
control he exerted had her body tensing, as she fought to hang on to her own
release.

“Sam, I’m going to fucking come.”
His breathing was erratic, his hands fisting in her hair and his words shot her
higher, her own release imminent. And he hadn’t even touched her.

“Baby, take it all. I love
watching what you do to me.”

The groan that followed erupted
into a roar as he came, his come filling her mouth, her throat working to
swallow every last drop as her own orgasm exploded through her, a moan escaping
as she came.

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 “That’s it. My turn.” Logan
couldn’t hold back the hunger, couldn’t contain the need to control her, to
dominate her. She’d pushed him past boundaries he’d never known before, given
him erotic pleasure he’d never realized he could share with anyone while being
on the receiving end.

And now, it was his turn.

He tried to be gentle, tried to
slow his pounding heart, but he was overcome with a desire so strong, his brain
wouldn’t focus. He turned her in his arms, lifting her so they could switch
positions and then he forced her backward on the bench.

With Sam flat on her back, Logan
propped one of her legs onto the seat back, spreading her other until he was
directly between her legs and she was on display for him. He could smell her
sweet, musky scent as he gripped her thighs, running his tongue up to the
juncture between them.

“Fuck, baby. Did you come while
you sucked my cock?”

Sam didn’t answer, but she moaned
what he assumed was an affirmation. Her fingertips gripped the seat above her
head, and she was squirming in a desperate attempt to get his tongue closer to
where she obviously wanted him.

All in due time.

“That is the sexiest thing I’ve
ever seen, you lying here, spread open to me, begging for my tongue.”

Giving her a glimpse of what was
to come, Logan thrust his tongue deep inside of her, deliberately avoiding her
swollen clit. She might’ve already come once, hell, without him even touching
her, but he knew she was on the verge of coming again. He wasn’t willing to let
her just yet. He wanted to keep her on edge, torture her with the same sensual
pleasure she’d engulfed him with.

The more she squirmed, the slower
he thrust, letting his tongue roam around the warm, wet depths of her, the
taste of her exploding on his taste buds. His fingers had a mind of their own,
moving to her breasts, where he cupped her, squeezing gently, then twisting her
nipples until she groaned.

“You like that, don’t you.” It
wasn’t a question. He knew she did. “You like that bite of pain.”

Logan turned his attention back
between her legs, giving her clit attention, flicking his tongue back and forth
as she squirmed rhythmically. Her muscles clenched, she fought to squeeze him
with her thighs, but he held her legs open, bringing her to the brink once
more.

 “You taste good. So fucking
good.” Logan dropped kisses along her stomach, up to her right breast, taking
her rosy nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue, nipping it with his
teeth the same way she had done to him.

Logan captured her gaze, his
mouth still teasing her nipple. Once she was fully focused on his face, he
thrust one finger inside of her, her muscles spasming.

“Please, Logan!”

“Please what? What do you want
from me, baby? Do you want me to keep torturing you the way you tortured me?”

He continued to thrust slowly,
adding another finger to the warm, tight depths of her pussy, waiting for her
to answer him. He wouldn’t go any further until she told him what she wanted…
what she needed.

 “I. Want…”

“Tell me.” He added more command
to his voice, noticing how hot that made her. His cock was hard as steel again,
and he wanted to bury himself inside of her, to feel her muscles clamp down on
him, but he waited.

“Logan.”

Logan smiled at the way she
begged, still uncertain as to how to answer him. She was teetering on a razor’s
edge of pleasure, yet the only thing she had to do was tell him what she
wanted.

“That’s it baby, grip my fingers.
Show me how good it feels.” He groaned as she impaled herself on his fingers,
making his cock stiffen painfully, anxious to be inside of her.

“Logan. I need you. I need you
now
.”

He continued to plunge his
fingers into her warm center, “Beg me, baby. Beg me to fuck you.”

She had already pleaded with him.
He continued to thrust his fingers inside of her, harder, faster. Just when she
would have exploded, he slowed.

 “Fuck me now, Logan. Please.”

Those words were music to his
ears. Not waiting any longer, Logan eased her from the bench, turning her until
she had to brace herself on hands and knees. He knelt behind her, pulling her
back until their bodies aligned. He was past the point of no return, so without
giving her a chance to brace for him, Logan thrust into her. Once… twice…

Her body shuddered, her pussy
gripped his cock like a vice, and she screamed. The sound was so arousing Logan
barely managed to hang on. He knew she wouldn’t last long that time, but he
wasn’t finished with her yet. She would come again before he was through.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
Logan wasn’t gentle as he continued to pound into her, his fingertips gripping
her hips, holding her to him although she began thrusting backward against him
until he felt his release building. He gave himself permission to follow her
over into the mind numbing abyss. He pounded harder, gripping her tighter,
hoping he wasn’t hurting her, but unable to do anything about it.

And then his world slowed and
everything centered on one thing. He stopped moving and had to bite his lip to
keep from coming inside of her.

He wasn’t wearing a condom.

“Shit.” Logan said; his voice
tight with the pain it caused to hold back. “Don’t move.”

Sam turned her head, looking back
at him, and he saw the concern in her eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to
speak. Not yet. He needed a second. When she started to move again, trying to
see what was wrong he gripped her hips again and held her still.

“Logan? What’s the matter?”

And then, he saw the realization
on her face. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted, but then she had the nerve to
smile. Holy shit!

“It’s alright, Logan. I’m on the
pill.” She stated, confirming she knew what had happened. “I’ve always been
safe.”

Was she giving him permission to
come inside of her? He’d never before come inside of a woman without a condom,
but her hot, tight body pulled at him, urging him to let go. “I’m sorry.” He
could barely spit the words out as he ground his teeth together. “I’ve never
lost control. Not been prepared.”

 “We’re ok.” She reassured him
again.

And then the little minx bucked
against him.

Fuck! He couldn’t hold on any
longer, she was increasing the friction, moving faster, her soft moans of
pleasure getting louder in his ears. He heard her words of reassurance and he
knew at that moment that he trusted her with everything that he was.

“Sam, I’m going to come. Are you
ready for me, baby?”

Sam groaned, continuing to push
against him, while he started thrusting faster, his movements no longer showing
any signs of finesse. His world centered on being inside of her, his cock going
deep, pulling back, going deeper.

“Say my name, Sam. When you come,
I want you to know who it is fucking you.” He groaned, pulling back one last
time. “Damn it, Sam, fucking say it.”

Sam shattered around him, her
body gripping him painfully as she screamed his name. He slammed into her as
deep as he could, and he let himself go, filling her, his cock pulsing inside
the sweetest, hottest woman he’d ever known.

It might’ve been five minutes or
five hours by the time Logan managed to come back down to earth. He was lying
on his side, Sam wrapped in his arms, both of them naked and sated on the deck
of his boat while the afternoon sun beat down on them. The breeze was warm, but
the sweat from their bodies helped to cool them off.

“I don’t know how I’ll ever live
up to that again.” Logan said, pulling in deep breaths, as he brushed her hair
back from her face. He noticed she wasn’t looking at him so he pulled her chin
toward him so he could see her face. “What’s wrong, Sam?”

~*~*~

Reality came crashing down around
Sam, leaving her in a state of utter embarrassment. Or maybe it was shame she
was feeling. What they just shared was something she’d never imagined. What the
hell had come over her? With Logan’s vibrant hazel eyes staring back at her,
Sam didn’t know how she would be able to answer him.

What was wrong?
Hell, look at them.

They were both lying stark naked
in the middle of the lake, on the deck of his boat, fucking like rabbits –
sexually aggressive ones at that – for all the world to see. The fact that he
wanted to know what was wrong told her this probably wasn’t unusual for him and
her gut tightened.

“I’m fine.” Those were the only
words she could come up with, but as she tried to pull away, to find her
clothes and go inside where she could hide her head in shame, Logan held her
tighter. The tears threatened to spill, but he continued to look at her with
such tenderness, she didn’t know what to do.

“Wait a minute. Where are you
going?”

“I just need to get up. We need
to head back.” She told him as she once again tried to move, but this time he
pulled her body toward him, his mouth coming down on hers for a tender, heart
wrenching kiss. He cupped her face, holding her close as he pressed sweet
kisses to her lips, her chin, her neck.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked as he
brushed her hair back from her face, tucking the stray stands that had fallen
from her ponytail behind her ear. He leaned up on one elbow, his body partially
covering hers as she lay flat on her back on the deck.

“No. You didn’t hurt me.” She
wanted to reassure him. This wasn’t his fault, it was hers. “I’m just… I’m
sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” She said as she diverted her eyes.

“Baby, I don’t want you to be
sorry.” Logan’s voice was low, his tone gentle. “Look at me, Sam.”