Twisted Love by Summer Cooper
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Logan
Keily’s warmth seeped into him as he held her. She surprised him when she turned and pushed her left leg between his, her breath hot against his neck. Now might be the time.
With a gentle touch, he pushed a hand under her nightgown, up to her breast to lightly stroke a nipple. Her body moved against him, slowly, but enough to make him groan quietly. Her head moved as his fingers grasped the tip tighter, her eyes on his. She was awake now.
“Don’t say anything just let me touch you.” He whispered, wanting to keep the peace of the moment.
Her answer was to push her breast deeper into his hand. He felt the warm glide of her left hand over his back, an answer to the question he hadn’t asked. She wanted him, that’s all that mattered.
He forgot about the last few weeks as he brought his lips to hers and lost himself in the world they created together.
Logan smiled against her lips when her hand moved up to cup his neck, to pull him closer to her. She couldn’t get enough either.
He moved to tuck her under his body, ready to take her, to be in her, but wanting to remind himself of every inch of her at the same time. It had been too long since he’d touched her like this, tasted her, smelled her.
She wanted to touch him, it seemed. Her hands roved, stroking him, massaging in places, before her right hand slid down his abdomen to the very part that needed her most right now. He gasped as her fingers closed around him, teased him with soft, short strokes.
He wanted to growl at her to stop, to not make him come because it had been too long and he needed her desperately, but he held the words back. Instead, he thrust into her hand, let her have what she wanted, while he gritted his teeth to hold back.
He couldn’t help a moan of appreciation when her tongue slid up to touch his throat, her lips a silky touch down his neck, before she sought out and found a nipple. Her tongue stroked the flat circle into a peak and he had to admit, he loved it when she did that. Fuck, he wanted to come, but he had to wait, had to make sure she got there first.
She sighed against his skin when he thrust into her hand a little harder, a little faster, urging her to get on with it or to stop. She was driving him crazy.
Her right hand moved, dug into the round flesh of his ass to drive him into her hand and his patience snapped. That simple touch broke his will as the other touches hadn’t. He needed to calm down, he knew that, and instead of driving into her, he moved down her body, pushing the nightgown up over her breasts,
If she wanted to play, he’d play.
He moved down between her thighs, his lips almost grazing the damp skin that glistened in the early sunlight. But first, he cupped her breasts, eager to hear the sounds that only Keily could make for him. She gave a grunt of protest when he hovered over her skin, his hands only cupping the round flesh of breasts.
“Logan….” She breathed his name and that nearly snapped the will he’d only just regained control of. When she tilted her hips up to his face, he couldn’t help but open his mouth, to taste her. He was powerless against that urge. His lips cupped at the soft skin of her labia while his tongue searched, and found, the part that ached for his touch the most.
Keily, still half asleep, twisted her hips in time with his tongue, lost in nothing but sensation. His fingers tightened on her nipples, driving her a little higher. Her hands came down, fluttered over his head, pressed his face deeper into her, before they flitted down to his shoulders. She held onto him there, danced on his tongue, her breath halting as she gave in to the pleasure he gave.
Logan listened, waited, tested the way he moved his tongue to make her breathing more erratic. It was then she was almost there, when she was just on the edge that her breaths would halt. She’d hold her breath and wait until the first wave of bliss passed over her before she’d gasp for air again.
He’d wanted to be inside of her desperately, but now? He wanted nothing more than to send her over the edge.
“Oh, Logan, please…” She begged, but he knew it was only words, she was just telling him she was almost there and needed him to keep going.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders until it was painful, but he took the pain, turned it into pleasure that only made his cock throb harder. Soon, he’d be inside of her, inside that delicious haven that got him off better than anything else ever had.
He’d been tempted to get himself off while he was apart from her, especially when his mind fucked with him and wouldn’t let him stop thinking about her, but he knew it was a poor replacement for the real thing and hadn’t bothered. That denial made him eager to get inside of her, to feel her surrounding him in luscious, wet heat.
But not yet.
He finally heard the sound, that little hitch before she held her breath, felt the way her hips pushed down, and knew not to let go. She lost all control, gasped his name, and made the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard. This was what he’d wanted the most, that sound of pure bliss, and she rode that wave for ages. He didn’t let go, not until she pushed against him, not until she whimpered in protest.
He’d wanted to slide right into her, but wanted to look up at her more, so he turned, pulled her over him, and groaned as she slid down onto his hard shaft, at last. Logan’s brain turned off completely so that he could savor, for only a moment, that sweet moment when she took every last inch of him. It was an exquisite sensation that he didn’t want to end, but sitting still would get them nowhere.
He opened his eyes to see her smiling down at him, just before she leaned over to kiss him, her hips moving in time with the guidance of his hands on them. She moaned into his mouth as she found just the right angle and let go of the kiss.
Something brushed at his nose as she moved away, her breasts at his chin. He pushed a necklace away, pushing the pendant behind her neck to keep it out of the way as she sought one more chance to experience heaven. Logan was too hungry for her to hold back too much, but he did his best. If he didn’t last this time, he’d make it up to her. He always did.
Time stood still as she moved on him and he had to open his eyes at last, to look at her, to see just how gorgeous it was to watch her ride him. She was lost in sensation, he saw as he looked up at her face. There was concentration in the way her brows knitted together, lust in the way her tongue swiped at dry lips, and then pleasure as her jaw came forward when she found the right spot.
She was fucking delicious, everything he remembered she was, and she was his again. There was no distracting himself now, not after that glance at her face. It was a siren call he couldn’t resist, and he thrust up into her with enough force to lift his hips from the bed. There were no complaints, only the clamp of her thighs against his hips to make sure she stayed on for the ride.
Logan glanced down at her breasts as she pushed herself up to gain some traction. She understood instinctively that he was past waiting, past holding back, and wanted to help him now. She brushed her hair behind her shoulders, thrusting out her breasts as she did so. Logan was the one that gasped this time.
She was…perfect.
She shook her head as he groaned, letting her head fall back as he fucked her just right, and the pendant fell back down her neck to nestle just at the very top of her breasts. It glinted for a moment, but Logan closed his eyes before he could make out the design. He didn’t give a fuck what that necklace was, not when he was about to die if he didn’t come soon.
His fingers dug into her hips, held her in place as she thrust harder, every inch slamming into her welcoming body, until he thought he’d leave bruises on her skin, but he knew she didn’t care. She never complained about what happened when they had sex, as long as they both got off, that was all she cared about.
She’d had hers already, it was his turn now.
“Look at me, Logan, look at me while you fuck me.” Her voice intruded into the darkness behind his eyelids and he did as she asked.
Light gray eyes stared down into his and she smiled. She liked it when he obeyed.
“That’s it, watch me, look at me, know it’s me that’s getting you off.” She’d become bolder since they went on vacation together, definitely more talkative in the bedroom, and he loved it.
“I’m watching you, Keily. I see you.” He assured her.
Another gasp escaped him as he watched her, saw how dark her nipples were, such a contrast to the lightness of the rest of her, saw how her eyes devoured every sign of his pleasure, and nearly slipped away. Nearly. He held on, wanting to enjoy this for as long as he could.
Getting off was only half the fun. The getting there was just as fun and being inside Keily was a bliss all its own. There wasn’t anywhere else he wanted to be and getting off would mean that his time in that precious place was over. For a little while, anyway.
“Don’t you want to come, Logan?” She asked and he knew by the way she breathed that she was about to fly high again.
“I do, Keily, but I do love fucking you.”
“I know.” She purred as she fought to move her hips, still locked in his grasp.
“I don’t hate you anymore.” The words slipped out. He wanted to unsay them, but that was impossible. You could never unsay words already spoken, he’d learned that a long time ago and had tried to remember it all times, but he couldn’t remember a damn thing that he should when he was inside of her.
“I don’t know if that’s true, Logan, but it’s alright. You’re here now and that’s all I care about.” She responded, and there wasn’t much else he could say to that.
He decided to shut up before he admitted something more, something he shouldn’t, and concentrated on what he’d worked so hard for. Pure bliss.
Her nails raked down his chest as he felt the first slight twinge of what was to come. When she dug the hard tips in, he felt a pulse of pleasure that blew his mind and his balls.
His eyes flew open as that pulse came again. He groaned from somewhere deep in his chest and as pleasure coursed through straight up to his brain, his eyes caught on the pendant. He didn’t really see it at first, all he could concentrate on was how he felt, the sound of Keily encouraging him, but then his brain settled a little.
Where did that come from? It took him a minute to remember he’d bought it accidentally. He’d wanted to get her the one next to it, but he’d been in a rush that day. Instead of going through the process of getting a refund, he’d let the sale go through at the online jeweler where he’d bought it.
A butterfly encrusted with tiny diamonds.
Butterfly.
Memories burst alive inside his mind, came back to haunt him as a smell in his nose.
That fucking necklace.
Why hadn’t he just asked for a refund? Was it to taunt her? To remind himself in some kind of fucked up unconscious way that he shouldn’t be with her?
He swiped at his nose and pushed her gently off of his hips to sit up on the edge of the bed. Shame, humiliation, pain coursed through him as the memories played out. Anger replaced the familiar emotions; her scent replaced the smell of charred flesh. The anger bloomed, became something strong that he couldn’t ignore or swallow down.
That fucking butterfly necklace.
In an instant, everything changed. Seeing that necklace dangling around her neck brought rage instead of happiness.
The sounds of an 18-year-old young man screaming in agony filled his head, the sound of laughter, a shrill protest that was followed by a slap of flesh against flesh. The girl stopped screaming at the boys to stop, but the boys didn’t stop. They used that stick to press the keychain, two inches around, deeper into the skin of his buttock. It was smooth now, the scar tissue barely noticeable, unless you saw it.
He’d taken pains to ensure she’d never seen it, that nobody ever did. If he’d gotten the butterfly placed on his ass as a drunken tattoo or even as a scarification that he’d wanted it wouldn’t have mattered. But he hadn’t asked to be attacked that night, he hadn’t asked to be a part of those boys’ sick pleasure at his screams.
And Keily now had a butterfly he’d given her hanging around her neck.
Fuck.
He had to leave, he had to get out of there.
He remembered now why this was all a bad idea, why he shouldn’t have hired a woman like her in the first place.
She wasn’t the right one for him, he couldn’t love a woman like her, even if she was all but perfect. He was still too broken to ever love anyone properly. He might never be able to love a woman, or anyone else properly.
Keily was completely unaware of what was going on inside Logan’s head. She had rolled to face away from him and hadn’t spoken yet. She might even be asleep again. He didn’t know and right now it didn’t matter. He had to leave her place, not come back, that was the only way any of this would end.
He hadn’t had the nightmares for years, but they’d started again. The only way to banish the hell was to go back to the predictable, empty, but profitable life he’d lived before. And leave her.
