Page 116 of Riding the Sugar High

“I want you to see,” I whisper. He doesn’t move, a silent ‘Are you sure?’ in his eyes. Only once I nod does he pull the blanket down, until it uncovers my chest, then my stomach. With every inch of skin revealed, his lips part more, his body growing stiffer until he yanks the blanket off my legs, and his eyes land on my pussy.

“Fuck,” he says before passing a hand over his mouth. I study him—inspect him, even—trying to find any sign that he doesn’t like my dips and curves, but he barely moves beside his shoulders, rising and falling with each breath.

“How—how do you feel?” I ask, fighting the instinct to cover up. “If you’ve changed your mind or?—”

“I...” His hands grip the bed frame. “There’s no blood in my brain. I can’t, uh, think.”

My cheeks are burning up, my skin sizzling, but his eyes keep bouncing over me as if he doesn’t know what to look at first, and it makes me feel just a little bit more confident. Confident enough to roll my wrist and let out a low moan.

“What happens now, Barbie?” He licks his lips, his eyes briefly bouncing to my breasts as if he can’t help himself, before running back to my face. “You set the pace. Tell me what you need.”

“I want to seeyou.”

One side of his lips turns up as he breathes hard. He doesn’t say a word, but moves his hand to his zipper and confidently drags it down.

I click my tongue, pointing at his briefs. “Aw, too bad. In my fantasy, those are pink.”

“You don’t say.” He jerks his chin forward. “In mine, the only pink on you is the pussy I’m about to fuck.” He lifts his gaze off my underwear for a fraction of a second, then tugs his jeans down his legs. He rubs his cock, hard and pressed inside his briefs.

Crap, that’s hot.

I can’t take my eyes off his erection. Though I’m trying to keep Derek entirely out of my mind, the comparison is inevitable. It almost feels like a reward. As if some deity decided that after having to go through that terrible first time with Derek, I deserved an ample—soample—reward. “What doyouneed?”

He cocks a brow at me. “I think you’re missing the point of this.”

“No, I’m not.” He wants me to feel comfortable and have the best experience possible. But he should have one too. It’s been a while for him, and though Derek was horrible to me, his ex was just as despicable.

Plus, this is Logan. He loves to have control.

He tilts his head, his tongue rimming his lips. “Fuck your pussy.”

I show him two fingers, then fit them inside my mouth and swirl my tongue around them.

His lips part in response, breaths coming out heavy and quick. When I remove the two fingers and slide them inside, he gives his cock a tug, his hips jutting forward.

My wet pussy clamps around my fingers as if they’re Logan’s, and my lips as my eyelids flutter. I writhe against my hand, looking for relief. “Take your briefs off.”

He does, his hand firmly tugging at his erection and pre-cum wetting his tip. Though I know how it feels inside me, this is my first time seeing it, and...wow. Never thought I’d refer to a penis this way, but “humbling” seems like a fitting description.

When I focus on his face, I notice he’s studying mine. “Like what you see?”

Heat rises to my cheeks. I’m not even sure howthatfit inside me today, but I’m not complaining. “Yes.”

“Good.” He strokes slowly, and it’s better than I pictured. His muscles are tense with restraint, but his hands keep rushing and slowing down, his eyes darkening dangerously. “See how hard I am? It’s all you. Your curves. Your pretty cunt.”

A shiver runs through me, my fingers quickening.

“Open up. Let me see.”

I shake my head, slowly fucking myself as moisture coats my fingers down to the knuckles. “Come closer first,” I whisper.

My voice is needier than before, on the verge of breaking, and pleasure cruises through me harder and harder as he complies and reaches my side.

“On the bed?”

“Yes, please.”

This time, it sounds more like a whimper and less like a teasing request. Whatever game we’re playing, I think we’re both losing.

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