"Letting you join the shot game was an error in judgment on my part," Logan announced, watching me giggle and twirl in our suite that he'd booked near the party.
I stopped twirling to give him a wide grin as I wiggled my finger.
"No, no, no, Prince Logan. You're just upset I won and destroyed all of you in that toilet game."
"Flush, Jewel."
"The toilet game that you all suck at." I pointed out before giggling.
He sighed but smiled.
"You want to go to sleep before you fall over?"
"Fall asleep? Honey sweet royalty, we are not sleeping tonight," I purred, walking over to him and sliding my arms around his neck.
He watched me carefully, looking amused as his hands slid to rest on my hips.
"We aren't?"
I grinned, leaning into him before capturing his lips.
My body felt like it was on fire, and I knew it wasn't just from the alcohol working its magic on me. Logan didn't know what his kisses did to me, the feeling of the warmth from his body and how much I loved the way he pressed his groin against me and the pleasure that shot through me at his arousal, obvious from the bulge in his pants.
The hot searing kisses were making my head spin and my heart beat fast inside my chest.
Logan wrapped his arms around my waist, ensuring I'd stay upright as we continued our heated kiss.
I slowly licked my lower lip which made Logan's gold eyes darken before he leaned in and tugged at it with his teeth.
I moaned, giving Logan the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. There we went again, kissing, sucking, and our tongues dancing, but my body yearned for more, far more than French kisses.
I broke the kiss impatiently, my hands already beginning to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time, my eyes never leaving his intense gaze.
Once my fingers failed to locate any more buttons, I slid my hands upward to slowly brush against his abs, moving up to his pecs. He groaned quietly, unable to keep his eyes open.
I slid the shirt off his shoulders and it fell from his arms into a heap on the floor, leaving my Logan open for what I wanted to do.
My body tingled, and even the slight space between our bodies was too much. I hungrily took in every line and detail of his bare chest, needing to be pressed against him.
I could no longer resist the urge, moving into his embrace. He pulled me close and I began to kiss his neck slowly.
Logan's moan was loud and I slid my left leg between his and my hips involuntarily moved against him while I continued to kiss him, leaving little marks along his skin like I was claiming him.
He groaned when my leg brushed against his manhood, and I knew my teasing would make him hard and sensitive. His breaths were uneven and I felt amazing, trying to listen to what my body wanted instead of thinking of the reality that this would be my first time going to second base with Logan.
If I spent too long thinking about it, I felt I'd screw up and I didn't want this becoming one of the first sexual experience horror stories. I was pulled from my thoughts as Logan's hand went under my chin, tilting my head up before his lips crashed into mine.
I felt his eagerness as he kissed me harshly, his hands already tugging at my clothes, starting with pulling off my jean jacket then lowering to unbutton my jean shorts. With a slight push, they fell past my hips and dropped to the maroon carpet floor.
I waited for him to unzip my body suit which slid down my body and was removed with his assistance.
I was about to kick my clothes out of the way but then Logan grinned, his eyes wild and breathing ragged as he hooked his hands under my ass and lifted me up.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms went around his neck while we kissed with desperate need.
He moved us slowly towards the king-sized bed, lowering me to the soft purple sheets. He hovered over me, eyes scanning me in a black lingerie set, my strapless bra surprisingly holding my breasts in place.
I bit my lip when he lowered his gaze to my pussy and I shyly pressed my thighs together, thankful for the black material that hid how wet I was.