Twisted Love by Summer Cooper

12

Logan

He was going to have to go jerk off or something if she didn’t wake up soon. He’d woken up in the middle of the night, the memory of their time at the club earlier in the evening still lingering in his thoughts. Kiely was asleep, but not for long. He whispered her name against the back of her head as he ground his hard length into her.

He’d fucked her as soon as they got home earlier, but the need was there again, raw and real, deep in his mind, not only his body. He wanted her again, and he’d have her if she let him.

Keily gave a soft whimper and her hips moved, instinct taking over as she felt his need, even in her sleep. He’d woken up hard as a rock, memories of watching her ride his dick in such a public way still fresh and exciting. Something about the wildness of her passion still drove him, even in his sleep. He needed to stamp his claim on her again before the dawn rose and reality intruded.

“I need you, Keily. I need you wrapped around me, taking every inch of me, the way only you can do. Please, Keily, wake up and tell me I can fuck you.” He was desperate, and nearly lost control the moment he felt how wet she was against his fingers. “Keily, tell me to stop if you have to, but please, wake up and tell me something.”

She didn’t answer verbally, but the way she pushed her ass back against his erection told him all he needed to know. With a twisted smile, he slid his fingers to just the right slick place and pressed harder. Not too hard, just enough to make her moan.

“Are you going to make me beg, Keily?” His lips whispered the words softly into her ear, loud enough for her to hear and to shudder as he teased at her clit. “Is that a yes? Because I really need it to be a yes. You know that.”

For a moment at the club tonight, Logan had noticed a man looking at Keily, looking at her with lust, with greed that Logan didn’t like. But then Keily had explained. She locked eyes with the man while she fucked herself on Logan’s dick. She stared at the other man the entire time she fucked Logan, the woman with the man going down on him until he exploded in her mouth. Logan didn’t want to share her with anyone, but what she described, what he’d seen in that man’s eyes, still made him achingly hard.

“Yes, Logan. Please. I need you to fuck me, to fuck this ache away.” Her words were a murmur that eased his mind, soothed his fears, and made him want to growl like a possessive caveman. Even if he wasn’t a caveman. Or possessive. At all.

Logan slid her right leg back to his to open her thighs to him before he slid between her folds. She had to do a little maneuvering, but he was soon as deep inside of her as he could be. Every inch of him that she could take was inside her, filling her, and he loved the way she took him. “Fuck, I love this, Keily. I love being inside of you.”

He didn’t care if she answered, or if she took his words the wrong way, he just had to say them, didn’t even realize he’d said them out loud really. His mouth moved in time with his hips, telling her how much he adored fucking her, how he never wanted to stop, as he drove them both higher.

Being inside her blunted the worry that she might have wanted to fuck that other man, made him realize that she only wanted the voyeuristic thrill of it, of knowing that fucker wanted her but couldn’t have her. Because she was his.

She wasn’t about to do a disappearing act on him or trade him in for a different rich guy that would fuck her brains out. Not when she had him to do the job right.

He rocked into her with measured strokes until she dug her nails into his hip. “Logan, make me come, baby, please.”

The power he held in his hands in that moment made him stop. He wanted her to beg him for more, he needed to hear her say…something.

“You’re thinking about that man, aren’t you? The one that watched me fuck you? The one that wanted to be you, Logan, to fuck me the way you fucked me.” Oh, how she could tease him when she wanted to. She could draw that power right out of his hands and into her own. But at the same time, she gave that power back freely. “I almost wish he’d been another you, a clone, so that I could fuck you both. Or suck his dick while you fucked me. Because only you get to fuck me, Logan.”

He thrust into her, harder, not ready to answer her. It was such a filthy idea, but he had to admit, he’d love watching her suck him off while he fucked her at the same time. Even if it was also confusing, and weird, it still made his cock throb as he thought about it. “You can fantasize about whatever you want, Keily, so long as I’m the only one that fucks you. Or fucks that beautiful mouth of yours too, I might add.”

“Then don’t stop, Logan. Fuck me harder.” She dug her nails into his thigh again, not gentle at all, but he didn’t care. That pain was exquisite pleasure.

It was one of those moments he’d worry about later, but in that instant, he didn’t care. His bare cock was inside of her, sweetly wrapped in her slick velvet walls, and she was handling him like she was born to do nothing else. He hesitated, waited, knowing that she’d give him a little more, if only he waited a moment longer. She’d break and plead with him again.

“Please.” She sighed softly and that was all he needed to totally lose the last shred of his control.

Logan moved her onto her hands and knees, slipped out of her long enough only to slip back inside her from behind before he ground into her again. Maybe she’d driven him insane with need, but he didn’t care. She was his, and his alone.

He hated that she had any kind of power over him, hated that he wanted her with a need that made him feel weak. But he couldn’t get her out of his head. Even when he tried to.

She drove out every thought from his mind, even when he was at work and needed to focus. She made it impossible to make decisions that would dictate his future, but he couldn’t care. Didn’t care, especially when he was inside of her.

He’d been a loner all of his life, even as a child. When he grew up relationships had been all about power, business, and control. Even the women he’d fucked had been chosen based on what he wanted from them. A night of sex, nothing more. It wasn’t like that with Keily, and fuck if it wasn’t a problem. But he didn’t care.

“Logan, don’t tease me.” She begged, pretty in her need.

He did exactly the opposite. He strummed at her clit and whispered to her, still inside her as he spoke. “Keily, my sweet Keily, you want to come desperately don’t you?”

“I do, Logan, I do, please.” The words choked off as he stroked her again, with just the right amount of pressure.

“But you can’t get that man out of your head, can you? The way he looked at you, the way he wanted those beautiful nipples of yours in his mouth. Because that’s what he wanted, honey. He wanted to touch you, taste you, fuck you. But he can’t because you’re all mine.”

He couldn’t believe how his own words made his dick throb as he waited inside of her. It made him grunt with amusement that masked his pleasure. “Do you really want me to fuck you hard, Keily? Are you sure?”

“I am sure, Logan, I am. Hard.” Her face was smashed into the bed, facing the sea view, but she didn’t see any of the view right now. Her eyes were closed in concentration as he circled her clit with a touch that was a little too soft, a little too…delicate.

He pulled at her left hand, brought it between her thighs as he grabbed her hips and gave her exactly what she asked for. Rough, deep, and fast.

She didn’t complain, she opened up more for him instead, pushed back against him, met each thrust with one of her own. “Just like that, Logan, just like that.”

He could only groan as he plunged into her, watched the sensual arch of her back in the moonlight as she moved with him in perfect time. His fists tightened on her hips, wanting to hold her still as he fucked her, but he didn’t want to bruise her. Logan loosened his grip, but she held still anyway. She went on instinct when it came to sex with him, and her instinct told her to give him what he wanted, and she’d get all she could handle. He’d learned that much about her. She wasn’t a stupid woman, after all.

He groaned with total bliss when he felt her clench around him when he pulled her up to cup her full breasts. Breasts that other man had wanted in his mouth. Wanted but couldn’t have. Only Logan got to tease those hard nipples as she circled her clit with her finger, as she ground down onto his dick, kissing him hungrily the entire time. She might very well be the best fuck of his life. He knew she was because he couldn’t get enough of fucking her, but admitting that out loud wouldn’t be something he’d do any time soon.

He let her have her fun, let her drive the pace, he was happy enough to have her wet and hot around him. His hands were full of her breasts, teasing at the stiff peaks of her nipples, remembering the way he’d stared up at her as he emptied himself inside of her earlier. How good it had felt to fill her as she watched him for that split second. She’d looked up, away, to that man and the woman who’d been busy pleasuring the guy with her mouth. She’d come before Logan had a chance to get even a little bit soft. He’d wanted to continue to fuck her, but now was as good a time as any.

“Come for me, Keily. Show me how you do it.” He knew she loved the power he’d given her, knew it by the way she moved her hips, the way she nearly collapsed when his arms tightened around her.

She gave a soft hitch of a sound, and then he felt it, that first flutter of her desire. Her head went back, against his right shoulder, pushing her breasts further into his hands. She filled all of his senses, surrounded him with her touch, her smell, her sound as she came hard and long in his arms. For a moment, he felt as if he was one with Keily, one soul, one human, one form, as he lost the will to hold back and followed her into oblivion.

He pulled her face up to his, used his fingers at the joints of her jaw to open her mouth, and kissed her with ravenous hunger. Pleasure coursed through his brain, his body, as she moaned into his mouth and pulsed around him. He filled her with the flood of his release, without a second thought, with any thought, other than how good it felt to come inside of her.

Logan sucked in air through his nose as the kiss continued long after his balls had stopped pulsing and she’d slouched in his arms. The kiss wasn’t about sex anymore, it was about emotions he didn’t want to name, thoughts he didn’t want to think.

Keily let him have his moment, gave it back to him. If he knew her, and he did, she was probably having the same overwhelming rush of whatever the fuck this was as he was. She pulled back a little and Logan opened his eyes. He saw it there, that same panic, that same knowledge, the same ‘oh fuck’ that repeated over and over in his mind. But there was also something that might be happiness in her eyes. Was it in his as well?

She slipped from his arms and went back to the side of the bed she’d chosen. He faced her, wanting to watch her in the moonlight. He didn’t think, pushed away the thoughts that told him this was all a mistake, that he needed to take her home on the first plane back tomorrow. He forced his brain to be quiet and just enjoy this moment of peace with her.

He’d been alone for so long, it was nice to have her company, even when they weren’t having sex. Okay, so they didn’t have deep meaningful conversations about their pasts, but they did have talks about other subjects. She was knowledgeable in areas that surprised him, business, politics, comedy. Who’d have thought that she’d like comedies? He wasn’t sure why he’d assumed she’d hate them, but he had. They even talked about films, documentaries, art, and the future hopes he had for the company. Just not about a future together, or their pasts.

Logan could only guess she didn’t like to talk about Joe because the guy was a drunken dickhead. What else did she need to say about him? She never mentioned him, almost as if he’d never existed, unless Logan brought him up or to ask about the court case.

She didn’t mention her little sister anymore and he knew that was a sore spot for her. He brushed a tendril of hair back from her face and smiled at her. “Good night, Keily.”

“Good night, Logan. Wake me up if you have that in mind again.” She murmured with a sleepy smile.

She didn’t mention her parents anymore either. She’d almost become this self-contained box that spoke only about topics he wanted to talk about. But he wasn’t sure he liked that. He wanted to know more about her, wanted to know the things that worried her, that made her sad.

But…

Did he?

Would that be the safe option? To deepen their relationship?

He rolled back onto his back and closed his eyes. A cool ocean breeze blew in through the window, drying the slight sheen of sweat on his skin. Would he be able to blow her out of his life as easily as that breeze blew in the window if he knew all the things he wanted to know?

It was a quandary best left to another day, he decided. For now, he’d enjoy the time he had with her on the island and worry about tomorrow another day. He deserved the peace, for once in his life.