Twisted Love by Summer Cooper

7

Logan

Logan once again pulled into a parking spot at Keily’s, ready to see the one woman he knew he should be avoiding. It had been a week since he’d pulled up to her place last, that night when she’d greeted him barefoot. He’d left the next morning and been called out to California to handle a supply issue. His team there couldn’t handle it and he’d had to go.

Then he had to rush back to go to court with Felix. Joe had been there, looking as surly and unkempt as ever. Logan smiled the entire time he was at the courthouse, watching Joe’s rage build as he stared back at Logan. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to continue to antagonize someone so unbalanced, but Joe deserved it for what he’d done to Keily, and to him, Logan reminded himself. He deserved so much more than a slap on the wrist, that was for sure.

The prosecutor had explained that since Joe was already on parole, this would probably get him sent to prison. Logan couldn’t imagine being so wrapped up in self-pity that he ensured he’d end up in prison for the sake of beating up a guy that was dating a woman who’d left him.

But was it dating? He kept thinking of her as the woman he was fucking, but sometimes, stray thoughts slipped in. Words like ‘girlfriend’, ‘relationship’, and ‘the future’ crossed his mind and it was starting to become unsettling. That day in court, that had been worth the threat of further aggravation. But not prison.

She knew he was on his way, though, he’d made sure she knew that for a fact.

They’d exchanged texts all week, heated messages full of desire and need. Now, he was back at her place and he wanted her so much he was worried they might not get the door shut before he planted himself inside of her this time. His breath shook in his chest as he pulled the keys out of the ignition and pushed the door open.

He’d wanted to surprise her, show up unannounced, but it bothered him, the way he felt when he thought about her delighted surprise. He didn’t surprise her, not because she’d enjoy it, but because he would. It was all very fucked up, as far as he was concerned, but it also made a strange kind of sense. To him.

He approached the door, lit by the porch light to chase away the darkness, knocked, and pushed it open when he heard her call out. She was walking to the door as he entered, a smile on her face but nothing else on. Well, nothing except those black heels.

Yes, he thought when he saw those shoes. He didn’t have to take his time, he could take what he wanted, so long as he took her with him.

With a twisted grin designed to seduce, Keily walked up to him and slid straight into his arms. He couldn’t help but capture her heated lips in an intense kiss as he wound his arms around her waist. When his hands grasped at her ass, she gave a little hop and wrapped her legs tightly around him.

Logan didn’t hesitate to carry her to the couch where he laid her down long enough to take his clothes off before he joined her. He dug his right palm underneath her to slide down the long expanse of her silky back and purred when she arched at his touch. Her abdomen pressed into his as their eyes met.

He saw the all-consuming want he felt mirrored in her eyes and that rocked him in ways he really didn’t want to examine, at all. Keily took over the moment when she reached for the proof of his desire, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, a dare replacing the want in her eyes. Let her have him those eyes dared, let her have what she wanted the most.

Logan almost stopped her but when her slim fingers wrapped around his hard length, he couldn’t do anything but close his eyes and groan. Her cool fingers felt icy hot against his cock, but it was heaven to be in Keily’s hand. Still, it wasn’t as pleasurable as being inside of her would be. And if the way she tilted her hips up to him meant anything, he’d soon be inside of her.

“Keily…” He gasped her name as he felt the wet heat of her entrance against the very tip of him.

“What, Logan?” She teased with her voice before she tortured him by moving him to slide along her slit slowly before she pushed him back down. “Do you want something?”

“Stop teasing me.” He insisted with a muffled grunt when she stopped at her opening.

“And do what, Logan? What do you want?”

“I want to fuck you, you little tease.” He’d had enough and pushed against her hand, slid through her fingers, and straight into her welcoming slick walls.

She groaned as he plunged into her, her body opening just for him, only for him, he thought as he gripped her right hip to tilt her pelvis up to him. He wanted to be deeper, further inside of her, buried so far that he might as well have crawled inside of her and taken up residence. He wanted that soothing envelope of pleasure to embrace his entire body, which was about as poetic as he could be. Or was it pathetic? He didn’t care he decided, as he began to stroke into her in deep, steady thrusts.

“That’s it, Logan, just like that.” The words panted out of her as he thrust into her, harder, then faster when her nails dug into his ass.

Logan flipped them over expertly before he pushed up onto his knees so that he could look down at her, his hands on her hips to hold her against him. He studied her, the deep red shade of her nipples, dark with desire, her cheeks flushed, her eyes burning gray orbs of fascination. Then there was the flat plane of her stomach, the flare of hips, and the place where their bodies were joined. He watched as his cock slid into her, fascinated with the gleam of her obvious desire coating him.

He nearly came then and there but curled his toes and met her eyes. “Not yet, baby. I’m not done yet. Come here.”

He pulled out of her long enough to sit down on the couch properly and pulled her onto his lap. “I want those nipples in my mouth when you come.”

She groaned happily, sinking onto him just as he took her right nipple in his mouth. His hands on her ass guided her to a fast pace that had her groaning his name in a way that made his balls ache for more.

“You’re so soft, Keily, incredible.” He said before he claimed her other nipple. “Now, make yourself come.”

Her body went rigid for a fraction of a second, only a moment before she pushed her right hand between their bodies, eager to get off. She was so eager he grinned around the nipple before he sucked on it hard enough to make her wince, but it was a wince of pleasured pain. Just the way she liked it.

Logan distracted himself while he waited for that first fluttering sign that she was almost gone. Maybe she needed some help, he decided and let his fingers dig between the swells of her ass, to touch her in the most intimate way possible just as he bit down a little harder on her nipple.

That did it. He froze as the orgasm rocked through her, making her back arch and pull her nipple away. He followed along, held on, and sucked as her walls nearly swallowed his cock whole in gulping squeezes that nearly undid him.

When she’d started to climb down, when her nails no longer dug into his shoulders, he rocked up into her, held her hips still while he pounded himself inside of her with sharp thrusts that shook her. It was a reckless moment, one that he might regret later, mainly because he hadn’t even put a condom on, but he didn’t care. He wanted to be right where he was, balls deep in the only woman he couldn’t seem to get out of his system.

“Keily…” Her name was a whisper on his lips as that first shot of his release made him seize up. He held her still with a tight grip as his body took over, his eyes somewhere in the back of his head as even his toes curled with pleasure. It was an intense moment, the slick feel of her against his naked cock was incredible, it always was though.

He felt the tension melt out of his spine as he sank further into the couch. Keily sagged against him and he wrapped his arms around her to hold her in place. He could go again, if she just held still for a minute. He wanted to fuck her again, wanted to take his time, renew his memory of her, even if his brain said he needed to run fast and hard away from her.

It was starting to become annoying, his brain’s constant warnings to leave Keily behind. He hadn’t meant for the affair to go on this long. He hadn’t meant to melt at the sight of her gray eyes smiling up at him in satiated happiness. He hadn’t meant to feel anything other than the pleasure of having her on his dick.

But now? Now he felt…something.

He nudged her to move and he got up, despite her groan of protest. “I need a drink.”

“Oh, okay.” She mumbled but he heard the hurt in her words.

He ignored the twinge of guilt that made his heart ache and walked into the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice. He didn’t want her to see the affection he felt for her, or the soft way she made him feel. Softness was for the weak and Logan was anything but soft. “I might go back to the house this evening.”

“Oh?” She asked simply, a wall coming down over her face. “I thought you’d stay tonight?”

“I need to take care of some things over there, a water leak…” He let the lie trail off, unwilling to say more.

“I see.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and narrowed her eyes at him. When she let her lip go, she got up and walked over to him, just as nude as he was. “And you wonder why I hate you so much?”

She punctuated the question by grasping his cock, instantly hard in her hand. “I know why you hate me, Keily. I’m a bastard and I know it.”

“Hmm.” She nodded as she stroked him in just the right way, her grip not too tight and at just the right pace. “You are, but that’s not why I hate you.”

She looked right into his eyes, and he expected naked vulnerability, but she wasn’t worked up enough for that yet. She wanted to be in control, to change his mind. He might just let her. “Why do you hate me then, Keily?”

“Because you make me hate you. Even when I want to like you, you make me…hate you.”

“Then why are you stroking my dick?” He gave her a sardonic smile that made her blink before she answered.

“Because I love your dick.” She whispered as she leaned up to his lips. Her tongue darted out, stroked his bottom lip, before she spoke again. “You’ve got a magic dick that’s cast a spell on me, and I can’t get enough of it.”

“It’s good to know.” He rumbled with amusement. “At least you like something about me.”

“That’s about all, yes.” Her lips quirked into a teasing smile, but he didn’t really care if she meant it or not. He just wanted her to keep stroking his dick.

“That’ll do.” He murmured with his eyes closed, concentrating on the sensation of her delicate hand stroking him.

“Shall we move to the bedroom?” She purred into his left ear with a sultry whisper.

“No, the shower, I think.”

“What about that water leak?” Sarcasm dripped from her every word, but she didn’t let him go.

“Fuck it, it can wait. I need to fuck you again, then deal with that.” He blinked to hide the look of conquest that raced over her features before she put it away. Fuck, he was in trouble.

She instantly pulled away and headed for the bathroom. He watched her hips sway, her feet still, somehow, in those heels. Fuck, he loved how they made her legs look. She paused at the door, turned just enough to wink at him, then headed in.

He was in so much trouble. He knew it but couldn’t do anything about it.

Not when she was that close. That naked. That ready for him.

Logan followed her into the bathroom and found her already in the shower, her hair wet with shampoo rinsing down her back. His eyes found her wet breasts, traveled down to her flat stomach, and below, to the thighs that felt so good wrapped around his waist. Would he ever get enough of her?

Their eyes caught as he stepped in and she moved out of the stream of water. She turned him until he was the one under the hot spray, her eyes hungry to look at him. There was a black body scrubber in her hand, doused with the body soap he preferred, and she used it to wash him. All of him. By the time she put the scrubber back on the hook on the wall, he was ready to plunge into her.

Keily had other ideas.

She stepped out of the shower with a backward glance that dared him to follow and headed into the bedroom, wrapped in a thick black towel. By the time he dried off and made his own way into the bedroom she was on the bed, ready for him.

“I think I need a little attention, Logan.” She let her hand stray down her body. Her legs opened, and he watched as her fingers slid into her folds. The middle finger of her left hand stopped on a spot he knew must be her clit because she began to circle the spot with sure strokes. “I need your tongue right here.”

He loved the way she tasted, the way she pulled at his hair and lost control when he went down on her. “I’m happy to oblige.”

He slid up the bed and settled between her legs. His hands under her ass guided her to tilt her hips up to meet his hungry tongue. He inhaled her clean scent just before he ran his tongue along her folds. She tasted like heaven and the moan that came from deep down inside of her was its own pleasure. Logan loved that sound.

He didn’t take his mouth away from her as he put her legs over her shoulders and pulled her up, to get that sweet pussy of hers all in his face properly. She was soaking his tongue with her juices and he loved every bit of it. He’d go to sleep with her scent in his nose and it would be heaven. But not as heavenly as sucking her clit until she came apart.

Her thighs went tight around his head as he lashed at her with a relentless need to drive her over the edge, to hear those sounds that made his cock impossibly hard. He didn’t have to wait long. That was another thing about Keily…when she wanted to come, she did. In quivering, clenching waves, she came apart and this time was no different. Her hips twisted, but she was trapped, riding his face while his tongue urged her to go higher.

Later, he’d fuck them both into oblivion. For now, he wanted to make her come again before she’d even come down from this one.

The ‘leak’ at his house was totally forgotten.