“What do you want
me to do to you?” His eyes seemed to glitter as he stared down at me.
“Spank me,” I
breathed out lightly.
“How?” He stared
at me and my heart raced.
“I want you to
take me over your knee and spank me for being bad,” I breathed up at him,
hardly believing I had said the words out loud. But for some reason, I wasn’t
shy or scared. When I was with Logan, I felt like nothing was out-of-bounds.
“You want me to
spank you?” He hovered over me. “Do you really want me to put you over my
knees?”
I nodded, and he
grabbed my body and placed me on his lap, facedown.
“Like this?”
“Yes,” I moaned,
and I looked up at his glittering eyes.
“You want to feel
my hands on you?” His hands caressed my butt cheeks and his fingers slipped in
between my thighs as he rubbed my ass. “Do you like this?” His voice was low
and I could feel his erection hardening against my stomach.
“Yes,” I moaned as
he pulled my shorts down and slipped them off my legs.
“Do you like
this?” He slapped my ass lightly and I wiggled beneath him.
“Hmm, yes.” I
closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of him touching me.
“Do you like
this?” He slapped me a little harder this time, and my ass tingled a little
bit.
I nodded, hoping
he would do it again. I trembled in his lap, delighting in the deviancy of our
actions. I had never felt so alive and aware in my life.
“And what about
this?” This time his hand was even harder, and I yelped as his hand smacked my
ass and then rubbed it gently.
“I’ll stop, I
didn’t mean to hurt you.” He removed his hand quickly and I looked up at his
face wildly.
“Don’t stop, it
feels good,” I gasped at him.
“You like me
spanking you in your parents’ bedroom?” He grinned at me, and I nodded, unable
to say anything or think about anything other than his hands on me. “Do you
like being a bad girl, Maddie? Is this what you’ve been wanting, to be with a
bad boy like me?”
My eyes widened as
he slapped me again. He slipped his hands between my legs, and this time his
fingers pressed into my wetness. I thought I was going to come at his light
touch.
“Have you been
waiting on me all night? Hoping you could be a bad girl? Hoping that the bad
boy would come and give you a good spanking?” His voice grew louder as he
spanked my ass lightly and rubbed in between my legs. I felt myself growing wetter
and I groaned. “Or do you want me to stop?” He started to move his hand and my
body cried out for me to stop him.
“No.” I shook my
head and clenched my legs, trapping his hand in between my legs. He wiggled his
fingers against me and I moaned as he slipped two fingers inside of me. “Oh my …”
I gasped as he played with me. “Don’t stop.” I begged him as he withdrew his
fingers right as I felt my orgasm reaching a climax.
“Don’t stop what?”
He leaned back onto the bed and I turned around so that I was lying on top of
him. I looked down at him and grinned before pulling my top off. He gasped as I
leaned down and quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down.
“Take your top
off.” I laughed at his surprised expression. Two could play this game. I
dropped his pants on the floor and moved up so I was straddling him, his boxer shorts
the only barrier between my sensitive mound and his pulsing erection. He stared
up at me, taking in my nakedness, and I brushed my nipples against his mouth,
moving back quickly as he tried to take one into his mouth.
“Take off your top
first.”
“Do you want me to
spank you again?” he questioned as he pulled his shirt off. I stared down at
his chest and ran my hands up and down his abs, trying to avoid staring at his
scar. It had obviously made him self-conscious earlier and I didn’t want to do
that again. Though I wondered how he had gotten it. Had he been in a fight and
someone had pulled out a knife? Or had he tried to rob a house and gotten cut
on some broken glass? I ran my fingers over it thoughtfully, and he pulled me
up to him quickly, rolling me over so I was on my back and he was in top of me.
I opened my legs and wrapped them around his waist, and his mouth came crushing
down on mine. I felt his chest crush against my breasts as his tongue sought
out mine, our lips pressing against each other’s urgently. I ran my hand
through his hair and I felt his hand run down the side of my body, grabbing my
leg and pulling me more tightly around him. I felt his hardness twitching
against me through his boxers and I started moving back and forth slowly so I
could feel him rubbing me up and down.
Logan gasped
against my lips, as I increased my pace and he started moving his hips, rubbing
against me harder and harder. I felt the tip of him against me and realized he
must have slipped out of his boxer shorts. He was at my entryway so I reached
up and grabbed his ass and pushed him into me so I could feel him inside me. He
shook his head and laughed as he shifted slightly. I no longer felt him against
me and I moaned in exasperation. My brain felt dazed with lust and I opened my
eyes to see why he hadn’t taken me.
“It’s not going to
be that easy,” he whispered against my lips. “I told you that by the end of the
night, I’m going to have you screaming my name, begging me to take you.”
“I want you to
take me now,” I gasped and ran my hands down his body until I held his erection
in my hands. “Take me now, Logan.”
“Not yet.” He
shook his head. “Why ruin the fun?”
“I want you inside
of me.”
“You’ve had me
inside of you.”
“I want you inside
of me again, now.” I tugged at his hair. “Please.”
“Have you ever
fucked on your parents’ bed before?”
“No,” I moaned,
needing to feel him inside of me.
“How does it
feel?”
“Naughty.” I
blinked up at him. “Like I’m a bad girl.”
“You are a bad
girl.” He laughed, and his mouth found my breast.
“Well, you’re a
bad boy.”
“What would your
dad say if he knew what you were doing?” He bit down on my nipple. “What would
he say if he walked in right now and saw you naked on his bed, with Logan
Martelli
sucking on your nipples?”
“He wouldn’t like
it,” I gasped as he suckled on my other nipple and bit down hard. “Ooh, that
feels...
oooh
!” I cried out as he slipped two fingers
inside of me as he continued sucking.
“What would he
think if he saw me bringing you to an orgasm with my fingers?” He whispered in
my ear. “His little girl being pleasured by the bad boy of River Valley?” My
eyes shot open at the sound of venom in his voice, and I squirmed, slightly
uncomfortable. Why did he keep mentioning my dad?
“I don’t… oh my
God,” I screamed in ecstasy as Logan kissed down my body and his tongue
replaced his fingers. “Oh my, Logan, ooh, don’t stop.” I grabbed his head and
bucked under him as his tongue slipped in and out of me. “Please don’t stop,
I’m going to come.” His hands grabbed hold of my hips and pushed my legs open
even wider as he devoured me with his tongue and sucked on me. I felt my body
tremble as my climax built up and then explode into a million pieces as I felt
myself orgasm underneath him. Logan continued to lick me up after I had
finished coming. I closed my eyes and lay there, delighting in the feelings
that were still coursing through my body. Logan finally stopped and I felt his
lips kiss up my body and stop on my mouth. His tongue traced over my lips and
his hands grabbed mine and he pulled them above my head.
“Open your eyes,” he
commanded me and I opened them slowly, feeling slightly shy at what had just happened.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes.” I grinned
up at him, thrilled at the look of desire in his eyes. As I stared up at him, I
felt like I had known him for a million years, not just one day.
“Do you let every
guy do this to you right away?” His eyes darkened and he looked at me furiously
as if jealous.
“No, of course
not.”
“Then why me?” His
grip tightened and he looked down at me. “You don’t strike me as a girl who
turns to a life of crime and winds up in my bed all in one day, just because.”
“We’re not in your
bed,” I replied impishly.
“What?” He looked
at me in confusion, then his eyes sparkled as he got my comment. “Your mouth is
going to get you in trouble, Maddie Wright.”
“I’d rather
trouble were to get into me.” I winked at him and wiggled underneath him.
“You’d rather
trouble get …” he burst out laughing as he realization dawned on him. “You are
a bad girl, aren’t you?”
“Only recently,” I
answered honestly. “But, I suppose my whole life has been building up to this
moment.”
And being with you
, I thought
to myself. My whole life has been the opening to this main act. But I didn’t
voice my thoughts. I didn’t want to scare him. I didn’t want him to know that
at first sight I had known that we were destined to be together. That I would
do anything to be with him.
“Your whole life,
huh?” He stilled and rolled away from me. “You’ve been watching too many
romance movies, Maddie. This doesn’t end in happily ever after.”
“Who says?” I
rolled over and looked at him, hurt.
“What part of this
makes you think of happily ever after?” His fingers trailed down the valley
between my breasts. “You’re just a goodtime girl to me.”
“Maybe you’re just
a goodtime boy to me.” I tried to disguise the pain in my voice as best as I
could. “Maybe I just want to be fucked by the
baddest
boy in town.”
“Well, you already
got your wish then, didn’t you?” His voice was harsh.
“You’re an
asshole.” I stared at him with hate. I didn’t understand why he was so hurtful
to me. There were times I felt he was just role-playing with me, and yet there
were times I knew he was deliberately trying to hurt me.
“I never said I
wasn’t.”
“You can leave.” I
rolled away from him, and closed my eyes. This had all been a mistake. I should
have just left well enough alone. I hadn’t intended for all of this to go down.
I had just wanted to meet him and to get to know him, but everything had just
spiraled out of control. I had acted wanton, crazy, and desperate, and now he
had no respect for me. He probably considered me some sort of rich-girl whore.
“I haven’t fucked
you yet.” He grabbed ahold of me and turned me around. His eyes surveyed my
face, and I saw a glimpse of indecision in his glance before he pulled me
towards him and held me in his arms. “Don’t cry,” he whispered against my hair.
“I’m not crying,”
I whispered against his chest, tears welling up in my eyes. I didn’t know why I
was so emotional. He was right; I was living in some sort of fairytale in my
mind. And now I didn’t know how to feel, and I didn’t know how to tell him that
I’d had a crush on him for years. He wouldn’t understand and would definitely
think I was a psycho then. A real psycho. I felt his hands running up and down
my back and I bit into his chest, wanting to taste him, wanting to eat him, wanting
to consume and be consumed. I needed this man. It didn’t matter how long it
lasted.
“What are you
doing to me, Maddie?” Logan swore and pulled away from me. “I better go.”
“No.” I shook my
head and held on to him tighter. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I need to go.” He
looked at me and I could see that he was wrestling between two emotions. I just
couldn’t tell what those emotions were. “I’m sorry I threw gravel at your door,
I shouldn’t have done that.”
“What, is Logan
Martelli
apologizing to me for something?” I gave him a
small smile, trying to break the tension between us.
“We shouldn’t be
here.” His eyes were dark as he looked around the room.
“Don’t you want me
to pleasure you again, Logan?” I leaned over and bit his lower lip. I didn’t
want him to leave.
“Why did you come
to find me tonight?”
I shook my head,
not wanting to tell him about my secret crush. I knew he didn’t do
relationships and I didn’t want him to know how serious I had been with my
comments about us falling in love and getting married.
“How did you know
I would be at the pier?”
I sighed and
looked away from him for a second. “I guess I’ll tell you. I don’t want you to
think I’m a stalker.”
“Tell me.” He
stared at me, unblinking.
“Joey Kennedy told
me.” I said the words I had been told to say and ran my hands down his arms and
he froze.
“You know Joey
Kennedy?”
“Yeah, we were
friends in elementary school.” I shrugged. “I guess he knows one of your
brothers and they…” Logan’s lips stopped my words, and he nibbled on my lower
lip as his fingers went down to my sweet spot and explored again.
“
Shhhh
.” His eyes blazed into mine, as he sat up and pulled
his boxer shorts all the way off and threw them on the ground. “I think I’ll
stay. We don’t want to waste this king-sized bed, do we?”
“No,” I mouthed up
at him, and I gasped as he slid into me, hard and deep. His eyes never broke
away from mine as he thrust into me, and I cried out as he then pulled out and
rubbed the tip of himself against me. “Please,” I moaned as I gazed up at him,
panting.
“Please what?”
“Put it back in.”
“What?” He smiled
down at me, and his green irises looked black.
“Please put it
back in me,” I moaned and reached up to pull him down to me.
“What?”
“Fuck me, Logan,”
I whimpered.
“What? I can’t
hear you.”
“Fuck me, Logan!”
I screamed up at him.
He smiled and
cocked his ear. “What?”
“Fuck me, Logan
Martelli
!” I screamed so loudly that I swore the neighbors
could hear me.
“Okay.” He lowered
himself onto me. He lifted my legs and pulled them over his shoulder and then
entered me again. Sliding into me slowly this time, I groaned as every fiber of
my being clung to him.