“Please don’t make me stop,” he said against her throat. “Anything but that.”
“You aren’t wearing a condom.”
“I’m aware of that. You feel so good.” He groaned, thrusting into her gently. Hoping she wouldn’t notice?
“You have to wear one.”
“But you said I could pound you raw.”
“Yeah, I liked being pounded hard like that. But put a condom on first.”
He snorted on a laugh. “Your inexperience is going to kill me.”
He pulled out slowly, sucking a breath through his teeth as he withdrew. Was he in pain?
“What does my inexperience have to do with anything?” she asked.
“Raw means without a condom.”
“It does?”
His head was resting on her chest, his wet cock against the inside of her thigh. He nodded. “What did you think it meant?”
“Well.” Her face had already been warm from their sexy exertions, but it flamed all the hotter as she struggled to tell him. “I thought it meant you’d do it to me until my vagina got sore.”
“Do what to you?”
“Pound me.”
“Well, I guess since you didn’t know any better, we’ll have to settle for your definition this time. But next time you say I can fuck you raw, it’ll be without a condom.”
With a huff, he rolled onto his side and kicked off the jeans that had scrunched down around his ankles. He reached down and pulled a condom from his pocket.
“Do I need to worry about diseases?” It was a horrifically embarrassing question, but it needed to be asked. He’d been inside her without a condom, and she knew he’d been with other women. A lot of other women.
“You should always worry,” he said, “but I assure you I don’t have any STDs. What about you?”
“How could I? I was a virgin.”
“I don’t know what kind of toilets you frequent,” he said.
She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “I don’t have anything.”
Logan squirmed to squeeze in beside her on his back. He handed her the condom. “If you insist I wear this, you have to put it on me.”
She lifted the small square package and stared at it. She supposed she did need to practice this technique more than once. She scooted off the sofa to kneel on the floor beside his hip. She was taken aback by how swollen and dark his cock was. She didn’t remember it ever looking so, well, so angry. It probably was upset for being stopped by her coitus interruptus. His length was also wet and slick. She stifled the urge to lick him clean, deciding it was weird to want to know what her own fluids tasted like.
She tore open the condom package and pinched the ring of rubber to pull it out.
“Are you ready?” she asked.
His cock twitched, and he gasped brokenly when she touched it. Her hand was trembling as she slowly unrolled the condom down his length. “Is there a way to do this sexier?” she asked. The action felt awkward to her, so it must feel awkward to him too.
“Baby, anything you do with my dick is sexy. Don’t worry about it.”
He reached for her, using impressive strength to assist her from the floor. She looked down at him anxiously, not sure what was expected of her.
“Have a seat,” he said with a suggestive grin.
When she turned to sit on the sofa beside him, he stopped her with a hand on her butt.
“I meant straddle my hips and bury my dick in whichever hole suits your fancy.”
“Oh.”
He centered himself on the sofa cushions so she could climb on top of him. “Should I take my boots off?” she asked as she hovered above him, her knees pressed into the cushions on either side of his hips.
“I honestly don’t care.”
He lifted his butt off the sofa and prodded her with his cock.
“Put it inside you before I die,” he instructed.
“I wouldn’t want that to happen.” How ironic would it be if he survived jumping off cliffs and racing dirt bikes only to die from lack of sexual fulfillment?
She squirmed around, trying to get him to line up properly. Her aim was atrocious. He poked her here, then there. Everywhere, it seemed, but the proper entrance. And as far as she was concerned, there was only one proper entrance.
“Just use your hand.” There was a hint of frustration in his tone—not that she blamed him. But she’d figured using her hand was somehow cheating.
She reached between her legs to guide him to her. Her breath caught as she slowly sank down and filled herself with him. She squirmed until he was buried as deeply as possible and then looked down.
“Now what?”
“You’re in charge, lamb. Do whatever feels good to you.”
She straightened her hips and sank down on him again, watching his face for signs of pleasure or distress. She didn’t want to squash him.
“Toni.”
“What?”
“Don’t think so hard about it. Your only goal is to use me to get yourself off.”
“What about you? I want it to feel good for you too.”
“Don’t worry about me. It already feels good. Getting off is never ever a problem for me.”
Her motions were slow at first as she tried different angles. She eventually discovered a rocking motion that rubbed her clit against him on the down stroke. Her mouth dropped open as her pleasure built quickly. Yes, she thought. Oh yes, right there. And then she was moaning the same words, completely oblivious to everything but the pleasure between her thighs. She cursed the betrayal of those thighs when they began to tremble with fatigue. She was definitely using muscles she’d never used before.
Logan’s hands grabbed her ass, supporting her laboring motion as she sought her release. She forced her eyes open, thinking she ought to thank him for his assistance and found him watching her bouncing breasts as if hypnotized.
Her hands moved to her tits. She cupped them and gave them a firm squeeze. Logan licked his lips and she pinched her stiff nipples. She gasped brokenly as her pussy clenched unexpectedly.
“I’m coming,” she shouted. “Oh God. Oh God.”
Her body stiffened as she let go and though she wanted to keep riding him as she found release, her thighs refused to move.
“Don’t stop,” Logan pleaded.
She didn’t want to stop, but her body gave her no choice.
Logan sat up and wrapped his arms around her back. Sitting with her breasts squashed against his chest, Toni held him in her arms and legs, quivering against him as her orgasm subsided. Somewhere in her hazy thoughts she realized he hadn’t come yet and holding onto him so tightly wasn’t assisting his release, but she couldn’t help herself.