He grinned crookedly. “It’s not important. Besides, I can’t remember it with your bare tits jiggling so enticingly before my eyes.”
He stepped closer and cupped her breasts in his hands once again.
“My tits do not jiggle,” she said defensively.
He shook his hands back and forth, proving that her tits did in fact jiggle.
“Logan. Stop.”
He stopped and caught her gaze with his. “Why?”
“Because.”
He lifted an eyebrow at her.
“Because it’s not sexy.”
“It’s sexy to me,” he said. And to prove it, he lowered his head to draw the flat of his tongue over her nipple. “Besides, sex isn’t always sexy. Sometimes it’s messy. Sometimes it’s fun. Sometimes it’s boring.”
“Boring?” She couldn’t imagine sex ever being boring. Truthfully, it was the most exciting thing she’d ever done.
“If you allow it to become too monotonous.”
“I won’t.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” he said. Then he and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She clung to his head, delighting in the gentle tug at her breast.
She gasped when he released her abruptly and spun her to face the opposite direction. He took her hands in his—his palms against the backs of her hands—and coaxed her into touching her breasts.
“If these were mine, I’d never get anything done,” he whispered into her ear. “I’d play with them constantly.”
“They are yours.”
He went still, and she held her breath as she waited for his response. “Open your legs, Toni,” was not what she had expected him to say.
She spread her legs, and he shifted behind her so that his cock slid between her thighs.
“Now close them.”
She scrunched her brow in confusion, but she did what he said. He hadn’t steered her wrong yet.
“Your body is so soft,” he said, and she stiffened at the sudden pain in her heart. She’d always considered her soft chubbiness one of her failings. “It feels spectacular.” He worked his cock between her thighs, his breath hitching in her ear. She squeezed her thighs together, and he gasped. “This needs to be about your pleasure too,” he murmured before directing her palms down her belly. “I’ll show you how to touch yourself.”
“I know how to do that,” she admitted, but somehow as he pressed her finger into her cleft and rubbed it against her clit, the movement was far more pleasurable and exciting than any of her previous attempts at self-gratification.
“So you lied to me?” He sounded more amused than angry. “You’ve gotten yourself off in the past?”
“I’m sorry. I was embarrassed.” And now she was mortified.
“Don’t be. I’m actually relieved that you do it. Show me how you touch yourself,” he said.
“I couldn’t,” she protested, jerking her hand from his grasp.
He caught her wrist and coaxed her hand between her legs again. “Make yourself come on my dick.”
“What?”
“I know you feel it nestled there between your legs. Come on it. Make it all slippery.”
“Logan!”
“And after you come on my dick, I want you to come on my face.”
“How would I do that?”
“By sitting on it.”
“I’ll suffocate you!”
His chuckle was deep and sexy. It made her entire spine tingle. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
She’d been so distracted by his words that she’d temporarily forgotten he was holding her hand between her legs.
“So how do you touch it, Toni? Slow and hard?” He massaged her clit with her own fingers, rubbing in hard, languid circles. Her pussy tightened, but she shook her head. “A little faster?” He directed her fingers to move against her clit more rapidly.
“Oh!” She gasped as need began to build within her. “Faster,” she heard herself say.
“Show me.” He released her hand, and she took over, rubbing her clit with every intention of getting off. That freed Logan’s hands to massage the aching globes of her breasts.
“Sometimes I pinch one nipple really hard when I’m coming,” she admitted, having no idea why she felt inclined to reveal that very intimate detail about her masturbation sessions. Hell, five minutes ago she wouldn’t even admit to touching herself and now she was volunteering the details.
“Show me how you get off, Toni.”
“Yes,” she whispered as her peak approached. She rubbed her clit faster and gripped one stiff nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Yes,” she cried more loudly, twisting her nipple viciously as her pussy clenched with the first tease of orgasm. “Yes!”
Logan thrust behind her, driving his cock into the cleft between her thighs as she bucked with release.
“To hell with this,” he muttered.
Toni sucked in a breath of surprise when she found herself bent over the sofa arm. Logan grabbed the lobes of her ass in either hand, spread her cheeks apart, and rammed his cock into her still clenching pussy.
“God, yes,” he groaned, thrusting deep and withdrawing before thrusting deep again. “I shouldn’t have done that, but it’s so hot and tight. I want it just like this.” He massaged her ass cheeks together as he pumped into her.
Toni was still trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm when she realized something.
“Logan, are you wearing a condom?”
He cursed under his breath and pulled out. “Whoops.”
Whoops? “Logan! This is the second time today.”
“I’m sorry. I was lost in the moment. The sight of you. The sounds you make. The way you feel. Won’t happen again.”
He stepped away and headed for the door, which he slid open and stuck his head through. “Can someone shoot me a condom?” he called to the bus occupants.
Toni’s eyes widened. Could he be any more embarrassing?
“Get your own damned condom,” she heard Steve say.
Logan huffed with impatience and opened the door wide enough to slip out into the corridor. Not only was he naked, but his dick was rock hard and still wet with Toni’s fluids.
“What the fuck, dude?” said a voice Toni wasn’t familiar with. “I’ll get you a goddamned condom. Put that thing away!”
“You know you want it, Zach. But you can’t have it. It’s all for Toni.”