“I’m just getting started, sweetheart,” he says and flicks his tongue expertly at my clit.
My pussy tightens with arousal and heat. Logan works a finger into my pussy and pumps it in and out while his tongue teases my clit. I urge his finger deep and grind myself into his tongue. I move faster, as my belly tightens.
“Oh God, Logan, I’m coming,” I cry out and a second later, I explode in a climax. My body convulses and before it stops shuddering, Logan lifts me from the counter and lowers me to the floor.
He turns me around and pulls my hips back. The next thing I hear is the sound of his zipper and his cock at my entrance. “I want you so badly, Vanessa,” he says.
“I want you too,” I tell him, almost mad with desire.
He thrusts his cock into me and for a few seconds, I can’t breathe. Then he withdraws it and slams it into me hard. I grip the edge of the countertop for support and his cock plunges deep inside me over and over again.
“Fuck yeah,” Logan growls and slaps my ass gently. “You feel so good, Vanessa.”
I’m too gone to respond. My powers of speech and rational thought are temporarily lost. The only thing on my mind is the sensations of his steel-rod cock moving in and out of my body.
My body is inching closer to another orgasm. I can feel myself crumbling and my inner walls clenching around Logan. Sensing how close I am to orgasm, Logan pumps harder and deeper. I’m pretty sure I’ll have marks where his fingers are digging into my hips.
I don’t care. All that matters is what I’m feeling now as I spiral toward the edge. When I topple over, I’m loud and I cry out his name.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come,” Logan says.
He parts my ass which deepens his thrusts and from the groans coming from him, I can tell that he’s close to coming too. He roars as he releases into me and then my name falls from his lips making me feel warm all over.
Chapter 15
Logan
I'm checking the equipment in the rig and when that’s done, I hop into the driver’s seat to give the interior a wipe. Cleaning reminds me that my time with Vanessa and Ivy in the same house is coming to an end. The cottage is in good shape and ready for them to move back in. A pang of sadness comes over me, but common sense must prevail no matter how much I’m enjoying living with them. What we’ve been doing for the last few weeks is not real life. That’s not who I am. That period was like a sojourn away from myself. I don’t do relationships and that’s not going to change because I’m having an affair with a beautiful woman.
The passenger door opens jolting me back to the present. Ace enters and bangs it shut.
"Hey, how's it going?" I ask him and continue with my tasks.
The silence that follows my question makes me turn to him. One look at his face and I know that something is wrong and the longer we stare at each other, the more my suspicions grow.
Sweat forms and makes my shirt stick to my skin. I've messed up and there's no excuse for it. He'd specifically warned me about Vanessa, but I couldn't control my fucking libido.
"I'm sure you know why I'm here," he says coldly.
"I have an idea," I tell him. I feel like crap having to face one of my closest family to talk about me sleeping with his sister-in-law. I never envisioned this scenario. Maybe if I had, I would have stayed the hell out of Vanessa's bed.
"Vanessa is a good kid, but she has a knack for picking the wrong guys," Ace says in the same cold tone.
Ouch. I'm left under no illusions of what Ace thinks of me as boyfriend material. I don't blame him. I’d feel the same if the roles were reversed and Ace was me and dating my female relative.
“Look, Ace. I’m not messing with her. We’re just getting to know each other and having a little fun. It’s not serious.” That sounds so fucking lame, but what else can I say that won’t result in Ace’s fist embedded in my face?
“She’s a single mom, dude. Everything is serious,” Ace says.
He’s right and I knew that all along. You don’t mess with single moms unless you’re ready for a relationship. I made myself believe that Vanessa was different but she’s a mother and she wants stability for her daughter.
“Just…leave her now before she gets too deep into it. She’s had a lot of heartbreak, she doesn’t need more,” Ace says, the anger gone from his voice.
The PA crackles and comes to life, followed by a dispatch that we’re needed at a home on Sloan Street. The owner smells smoke. That is never a good sign. I’m relieved that our conversation has been brought to an abrupt end. We jump out of the rig to get our gear.