His brow arches, and I reach behind me, cupping my hand so it fills with water. He starts shaking his head. “Don’t do it, Kitten.”
“Or what?”
“Or I won’t spank your ass this time since you seem to like it so damn much.”
I pout and the water falls out of my hand. He laughs and leans in, biting my neck. “Don’t pout, Sweetheart. I can think of lots of other things that we can do to cheer you up.”
“Such as?”
He smiles, sliding me down the front of his body, and my breath catches as my feet hit the tile, and he spins me around, pressing my chest up against the tile wall. I gasp, and he circles his tongue on my neck before kissing the same spot, and my gasp turns into a moan.
“Press your hands to the wall above your head,” he whispers in my ear, and I suck in a breath as I do as I’m told. He nudges my feet apart as his hands slips around my body, and he pulls me away from the wall so he can cup my breasts. I move my hips back, pressing against his cock, and he softly groans in my ear, sending another shiver twisting down my spine.
“You want something, Sweetheart?” he asks, and I nod. “You think you’re ready for me?”
I nod. “Yes.”
His teeth sink into my ear as one of his hands travels down my body, slipping between my legs. I moan when he brushes against my clit, and he growls, his finger sliding into me with ease.
“Oh, you’re so wet, Baby. You feeling a little desperate?” He slowly pulls his finger out and slides it back in – too slowly – and it feels like a form of torture.
“Yes, Logan,” I moan, rocking my hips as I try to get some friction. He pulls away from me, and I cry out as he spins me around and presses my back to the wall. With wide, needy eyes, I watch him as he grips my chin in his hand, hard, but not enough to hurt me, and leans in, moving my head to the side as he presses his lips to my neck. My eyes flutter closed, and he bites a line up my neck all the way to my ear, my body shaking violently in his grasp.
“God, you’re so responsive,” he mumbles, kissing behind my ear as he takes one of my nipples between his thumb and finger. “You have no idea how hard you get me. Everything you do turns me on but watching you come undone beneath me, shaking as your need takes over your body and you lose yourself in me – nothing is better than that.”
“Please, Logan,” I gasp, reaching out and wrapping my fingers around his cock. He drops his head back as I move my hand up and down his shaft, trying to drive him crazy enough that he doesn’t feel the need to endlessly tease me today. “I need you.”
His head falls forward, and his eyes snap open, boring into me as he takes a step toward me. My hand falls away, and he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. “Say that again.”
It takes me a moment to remember what I just said but when I do, I smile up at him. “I need you.”
His hand cups my cheek, and he leans in, pressing his forehead to mine and closing his eyes. I watch him, wondering what’s going on in his head right now but I don’t get long to speculate. Gray eyes blink open, and in the next second, he’s spinning me to face the wall again as he grips my hips in his hands.
“Hands on the wall, Alison,” he barks, and my heart jumps in my chest as I obey his command. I need to figure out what the hell I just said and do it again – often. He kicks my feet apart and lines his cock up at my entrance before driving forward. I gasp, my fingers pressing into the tile harder as he stretches me open and holds himself there for a moment. Just when I’m about to glance back and ask if he’s okay, he lifts my feet off the floor so he doesn’t have to crouch down and pulls out of me.
“Hold on to that goddamn wall,” he growls as he drives in and pulls out, and one of my hands slips. He takes a step closer to the wall and it’s a little easier to keep myself upright, and he pulls me back at the same time that he thrusts forward. Something between a gasp and a moan slips out of my mouth, and my mind blanks, only able to focus on holding myself up and his cock plunging into me.
I lose track of time. It’s only him and I as he fucks me better than anyone else ever has, and I know that I’ll never find another man like him. I’m addicted to every little thing about him from the way he smells to the way he is only with me, and I know that I’m ruined. There will never be a man that reaches the depths of my soul like Logan does. He fills in all the gaps and erases the loneliness that I hadn’t even realized was there until the day I met him.
“Logan,” I cry out, my voice bouncing off the tile walls of the bathroom as my body tenses and my pussy grips his length.
“Fuck,” he groans loudly, setting me back on my feet and pulling out of me. “On your knees, Kitten.”
I spin around and drop to my knees as he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping up and down. His eyes are on fire as he gazes down at me, licking his lips. I open my mouth and he groans, slipping his fingers into my hair as his breathing quickens. Leaning forward, I suck the tip into my mouth and he groans loudly, his head falling back as I start to suck. His grip in my hair tightens and cum splashes against the back of my throat as his cock jerks and he continues to groan.
I release him with a pop, and he reaches down, pulling me to my feet as he buries his head in my neck and sighs.
“God, I fucking love you, Ali,” he says, and I grin as I hold him tighter and nod in agreement. This is forever.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Alison
Gazing out the window as the trees blur past us, I sigh, relaxed for the first time in weeks. Just being out here on this deserted highway, I feel free. I don’t have to worry that someone’s watching me or that this isn’t going to end well. I still have no idea where he’s taking me but I can’t say that I care all that much right now because I just want to stay here for a while – in this safe space where life is easy. The truck slows, and I glance over at Logan as he turns onto a gravel road almost completely engulfed by trees on either side. We bump along for a few feet before Logan stops and throws the truck in park.
“Where are we?” I ask, and he just smiles as he opens the truck door and runs down the road a couple more feet to unlock and swing open a large metal gate. I watch him through the windshield as he makes his way back to the truck.
“Where are we?” I ask again as soon as he slides into the truck, and he grins, looking like a mischievous boy instead of the hard man I’m used to.
“We’re almost there.”
Letting out a huff, I turn back to the road in front of us and cross my arms over my chest. “Almost where?” I grumble to myself as I rest my forehead against the window and watch the trees go by again. The forest is so thick here that I can’t see more than six feet into the brush. I’m usually not an “outdoorsy” person but I can’t deny that I like the feeling of safety that this place settles over me – whatever it is.
We pass the gate and he stops the truck again, jumping out, and I peek behind me as he closes the gate and locks it before double-checking that it’s secure. Is it normal to get mushy about stupid stuff like that? I mean, it must be because watching him make sure that we’re safe here warms my insides and only makes me love him more. He climbs back in the truck and glances over at me, laughing when he sees the look on my face.