“Let’s,” I agree with a nod, and that’s when the elevator doors swing back to reveal a brightly lit corridor, red carpet covering the floor. I stumble outside the elevator in a daze, and let him guide me toward room 32C—our room. He slides the magnetic key card in its slit, and the door opens with a subtle clunk as the lock turns.
I take one step inside the room, Logan trailing after me. He closes the door with the sole of his shoe, and then he’s on me in a fraction of a second. He doesn’t even allow me to turn around to face him—he just takes his hands to my hips and pushes me against the wall, pressing his built chest against my back.
I press my forehead against the wall and, at the same time, I jut my ass back. His hard cock pushes against my ass from under his pants, and I can’t help but start to sway my hips from side to side, nestling his hard member between my ass cheeks.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers as he brushes my hair over my right shoulder and then takes his teeth to my neck, grazing at my tender skin. “I wanted you… from the moment I first saw you,” he continues, each of his words making me grow more and more wet.
“I’m right here, right now,” I whisper back at him, every cell in my body aching to feel his body.
“I know,” he says, both his hands going down from my waist until his fingertips meet the hemline of my dress. Moving slowly, fully knowing that he’s driving me completely insane, he slides his fingers under my dress. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his fingertips making the hike over the curve of my ass cheeks, both of Logan’s thumbs brushing against my ass crack. He’s playing me like a true maestro, no doubt about that.
Sliding one hand down my ass, he then moves it between my legs; turning it around, he presses his fingers against my damp thong, gently stroking my pussy over the fabric.
“Oh, I like this…” he whispers again, tracing soft circles with his fingertips, smearing my fluids all over my pussy and leaving a total and complete wet mess in there. “I like this very much…”
Taking one hand from under my dress, he slides up the side of my body, and then flattens it against my left breast. His fingers curl inward slowly as he squeezes it, and a soft purred moan leaves my lips as he does it, my hard nipples burning against the inside of my bra.
“If you like it… then have it,” I say, the words feeling like nails as they come up my throat. My heart is beating fast, and I can’t even think straight.
“That’s exactly what I intend to do, Lana,” he replies in a heartbeat, the hand he had on my breast now climbing up to my shoulder. Pushing the strap of my dress to the side, he does the same on my other shoulder, the top of my dress drooping over my breasts. With a tug on the fabric, he bunches up my dress around my waist, his anxious fingers crawling up the long groove of my spine until they meet the clasp of my bra. He undoes it with a quick flick from his fingers, and I swallow hard as I feel the cups falling down the curve of my breasts, my rosy tips peeking over their edge.
“You look so fucking stunning,” he says and then, without a warning, he pushes the straps of my bra down my arms, yanking it out of me and throwing it on the floor. Taking out the hand he has on my pussy, he moves for my naked breasts, squeezing them both at the same time. I let out another soft moan as I feel my nipples brushing against the palm of his hands and, allowing instinct to guide my movements, I thrust back and press my ass against his crotch.
“And you feel so fucking hard,” I find myself saying, rubbing my ass against his cock and enjoying every second of it.
I can’t hardly believe the 180-degree turn my life just took. One moment I'm struggling to get any eyeballs on my book, and the next I have the two hottest models in the industry fighting for my attention. And they’re using their cocks to wage war on me. I knew being a writer was the wisest decision I could've ever taken.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” Logan groans, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking my head back. Fighting against his hold on me, I move fast and turn on my heels, pressing my back against the wall and taking both my hands to his chest. I push him back and, not waiting for it, he takes two awkward steps back. Following after him, my hands still on his chest, I guide him all the way to the bed, only stopping when the back of his knees are against the edge of the mattress.
“You’ll get your chance, Logan,” I tell him, a surge of confidence welling up inside of me. “You’ll get your chance… But now’s my turn,” I growl and, with that, I give him one hard push. He falls back on the mattress, arms sprawled to the side, and I jump on top of him as fast as I can,
my knees on either side of his waist.
“You’re not that submissive, are you?” he whispers, and I can tell that he’s enjoying my sudden aggressiveness.
“Only when it suits me,” I whisper back at him, leaning forward and pulling his lower lip between my teeth. As I do it, I take my fingers to his chest and I start to work on his shirt, popping button after button. The moment I’m done with it, I untuck his shirt from his pants and place the palm of my hands over his stomach, feeling the hard and firm contour of his wall of abs. I run my fingertips over them, carefully counting them, and unsurprisingly enough, he’s got an eight pack. Guys like Logan and Anders aren’t the top models in their industry because of luck, that much is a given. Their bodies are an asset… and one that pays a lot of dividends.
Still straddling him, I pull my mouth back from his and start unbuckling his belt, my eyes never leaving his as I do it. “I want to see what you’re hiding in here,” I tell him as I pull the belt out from his pants, my fingers quickly moving toward his zipper and pulling it down.
“You’ll do more than just look at it, I’m sure,” he shoots back without even having to think of it, and my reply is a steady grin. Flattening the palm of my hand over his boxer briefs, I press down on his cock hard, perhaps harder than I should have. Logan groans but, at the same time, a devilish grin takes over his lips. He likes it rough, huh?
I curl my fingers around his cock and give it one hard squeeze, not even stopping when Logan starts wincing. Then, with a growl in the back of my throat, I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs and tug them down. As I send both his pants and underwear down his knees, his cock springs free to salute me at once, pre-cum glistening on the tip.
And, just like I imagined, the thing is monstrous. Much like Anders, he must be around twelve inches… which makes this my best week yet—I mean, twenty-four inches of perfect cock in just a few days? You can’t compete with this.
“Not bad,” I tease him, biting down on my lower lip as I grab his pulsing member.
“Not bad?” He cocks one eyebrow, an amused smile on his lips. “Just wait until I use it on you…”
“I’ll hold you to that promise, Logan,” I whisper, flicking my wrist and moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft. Just touching him, feeling the warmness of his member spread to my fingers… Ah, it’s almost magical.
It almost pains me to let go of his cock, but that’s exactly what I do; I want him naked right now. I slide my hands up his stomach and chest and push his shirt down his arms; at the same time, he kicks off his shoes and pants, and only then do I go back to his cock. Sliding a few inches down his body, I angle his cock upward and, without breaking eye contact, I lean forward.
My lips part slowly and, by the time the tip of my tongue touches his cock, my eyes are fully closed. I taste the saltiness of his pre-cum and, feeling the warm embrace of lust and adrenaline, I open my mouth as wide as I can and allow his twelve inches to roll down my tongue. I go down all the way, only stopping when I feel the tip of his cock firmly pressed against the back of my throat; I hold my position there, only moving back so that I can catch my breath.
His cock pops out of my mouth with a wet sound, but I keep on working him with my hand, stroking him up and down while I look back into his eyes.
“You can write … and you can suck,” he groans, that devious grin still lighting up his face. “You’re a girl of many talents, aren’t you, Lana?”