Little sparks blur my vision. I reach down between us and free his cock, grip him tight and slide my hand up and down. “I want that too,” I pant. “But I need to ride your cock. Right now.”
“Fuck,” he groans, sliding his hand out of my panties.
I squeeze him tighter and flick my thumb over the spot that makes him groan the loudest. He captures my hand, stopping my exploration.
A devilish gleam flashes in his eyes. “Ask me nicely.”
Damn, if that doesn’t make me hotter for him.
I purse my lips and tilt my head. “Please, Logan, let me ride your cock?”
Anticipating a yes, I slide my panties to the side and lift my hips.
He grips my waist, halting my movements. “How bad do you want it?”
I stroke my hand over him while angling myself closer. “So much it hurts.”
His hold on me loosens. I lower myself, sliding his cock inside me slowly. Inch by inch. Hot skin on skin. He groans against my neck.
Full, almost too full, I back off.
“Easy.” He kisses my forehead. “We have all night.”
I rock against him slow at first, pulsing with need. His hands glide down my back, over my ribs, stopping at my hips to guide me back and forth.
“God, I love this with you,” I whisper, moving faster, desperately trying to get closer, chasing every thrilling sensation.
He presses his mouth to mine, swallowing my cries. Hungry, sloppy open-mouthed kisses like we’re trying to devour each other.
The little spark inside me catches, flares to life. “Logan,” I gasp against his mouth. “I’m coming. Oh my God. Don’t move.”
“I’m right here.” He digs his fingers into my hips but otherwise stays still.
“Oh!” The burning flame burns hotter and hotter. Out of control.
“Ride me, cowgirl,” he encourages.
My movements are more of a frantic bucking, grinding, and erratic shaking while I chase that glorious fire. Everything in me clenches tight over and over.
My head’s buzzing as I slow down. The pleasurable tingles slowly dial down to a simmer. Breathing hard, I drop my head to his shoulder.
“Good?” He pushes my hair off my face. “That was just the beginning, you know.”
I laugh softly and kiss his chest.
He growls and lifts us, setting me on the bed. I stretch my arms over my head and arch my back. He rips my underwear off with a growl and strips out of his own.
“I think those are ruined,” I tease.
He grabs my ankles, yanking me closer, and slides inside me fast.
“Yes.” I wrap my arms around him and try to hitch my legs higher. “Right there.”
He tortures me with slow, measured thrusts, stopping to rock himself against my clit.
“Right there,” I whisper again.
He pulls out quickly. The abrupt loss of pleasure leaves me twisting with need. He rolls me to my stomach and I quickly move to hands and knees.
“Is this what you want?” I twitch my hips, enticing him to hurry.
He slams into me and I brace myself, fingers slipping against the comforter.
“Yes.” He fucks me in rough, steady thrusts, my breasts bouncing with the motion. He grips my hips tighter and each thump hits the spot inside me that makes my toes curl.
The pleasurable pulsing sensation returns faster than before, whipping down my spine. “Logan,” I whisper.
“Fuck yes. Come for me again,” he encourages.
“I…uh…” White spots dot my vision and I can’t form any words.
Rooster’s big hands brush my cheeks as he gathers all my hair into a ponytail.
Something about the movement breaks the spell for me. The orgasm that seems so close, recedes.
I glance at him over my shoulder. “You pull my hair, I might donkey-kick you,” I warn.
He stops his mad thrusting and releases my hair. “What?”
Even though I’m frustrated from not quite reaching the peak, I thought I said it in a teasing way. But Rooster’s question has a stern edge to it, forcing a serious answer from me. “I don’t like having my hair yanked.”
In one swift movement, he pulls out and turns me to face him. Together, we fall to the mattress. “I wasn’t trying to pull your hair.” He wraps one arm around me, dragging my body closer, then leans in and kisses my forehead. “I wanted to see your face.”
I drop my gaze. “Oh.”
“Have I ever hurt you?” he asks quietly.
“No. Never.”
He tips my head back so we’re staring into each other’s eyes. “All you have to do is tell me if you don’t like something.”
“Well, I thought I did.” Now I feel silly. “And you punished me for it by taking your cock away.” I pout and lean away, running my hand over my side down to my thigh.
He chuckles and lifts my leg, guiding it over his hip. “I wasn’t trying to punish you. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
Why’d I even feel the need to say that when Rooster’s always been so mindful of my body? Today’s events must have rattled me more than I realized. “I’m more than okay,” I whisper.
He thrusts his hips, his cock sliding against my core. I moan at the sensation.
The angle isn’t quite working for either of us. He lets out a frustrated grunt and nudges me to my back.
“Tell me what you like.” He plants his elbows on either side of my head, caging me in.
I run my hands over his arms, slowly squeezing hard muscles. “This. Pressed tight against you or you pressed tight to me.”
“Mmm.” He leans down and brushes his lips over mine. “What else?”
“Your hands on me.”
He lifts one arm, balancing his weight on the other, and cups my breast. “Like this?”
I exhale a shaky breath. “Yes.”
He lowers his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth, stroking with his tongue.
“Yes.” I dig my toes into the mattress and lift my hips. “That too.”
He releases me with a wet pop. “Where else? Show me.”
I curl my fingers around his wrist, dragging his hand to my waist. “I like when you hold me here.” I slide our hands lower until he’s clutching my hip. “And here. Tight. Like you don’t want me to get away.”
He lets out a possessive growly noise. “I don’t want you to get away.”
A happy shiver ripples over my skin. My lips curve and I shift his hand back to my waist. “Your big hands make me feel tiny.”
“You are tiny next to me.”
“I love when you hold me there and fuck me. Hard.”
He closes his eyes and groans.
I smother my laughter as he pushes his body between my thighs and grips my waist, yanking me closer.
“Like this?” he rasps, pressing inside me inch by inch. Slow but intense pressure builds.
“Oh, God, yes. Finally.”
He chuckles and thumps into me hard. “That what you wanted, chickadee?”
“Yes.” I reach up and run my fingers through his hair. “I like it when you’re behind me. On top of me. Under me.”
He rumbles with laughter and quickens his pace. I arch my back, seeking more contact and he grabs a pillow, shoving it under my hips.