Page 32 of Puck Drop
Our hips continue moving together. I can feel every inch of him as his thrusts in and out, each time he goes back in being stronger than the one before.
“Logan, no,” I cry out when he removes his hand from my very tender breasts.
He kisses the side of my head. “Shh, you’re okay,” he assures me as he runs his fingertips down the middle of my chest to my belly button, then lower, hovering over the most intimate part of me.
My skin breaks into goosebumps while I try to stop the shiver threatening to take over my entire body. I push myself harder against him, begging him without words to give me more, give me everything.
Just as I think I can’t take much more of this, he finally touches me where I crave the most. I buckle so hard against him, I can’t hold myself upright anymore, and I am grateful for him still having my hair wrapped against his fist.
“Come for me, Lizzie,” he whispers into my ear, then drops the sweetest kiss onto my shoulder.
That, combined with his touch on my overly sensitive clit, along with his erection pulsating inside of me, makes me want to explode into a million pieces.
With my eyes closed tightly, I grab the arm he has across me and dig my nails into his skin. Like in a dream, I hear him groaning while he moves faster against me. The hold on my hair is tighter yet, the pain just enough to bring me over the edge.
“Logan…”
I can’t call out his name as loudly as I’d normally like to. Instead, it comes out on a whisper.
Not much registers once the pleasure takes over my senses. I ride the wave while Logan pounds into me from behind, the hand he has in between my legs moving rapidly, giving me everything that I want.
At some point, I am aware of him letting go of my hair. He presses a hard hand to the middle of my back, causing me to fall forward. I blindly catch myself on my hands, more out of instinct than anything else. Logan doesn’t waste any time. Instead, his hands clench onto my hips as he pushes into me with more aggressivity than he’s ever done before.
“Almost there,” he groans. I’m not sure if he’s telling me that or if he is talking to himself, but I am not capable to respond either.
His thrusts become stronger, making it almost impossible for me to hold myself up anymore. I faceplant into the mattress, relieved that I don’t have to put any effort into anything anymore as I am still riding the wave of pleasure that only Logan has ever been able to make me experience.
He is now resting his hands on each side of my head as he continues to pound into me. With all my senses being flooded by so much emotion, I am shocked when I feel another orgasm hitting me from out of nowhere. It is not as intense as the one from before, but it’s powerful, nonetheless.
“Fuck,” Logan calls out behind me. I can tell he is coming from the way that his hips move against me and the sounds he makes while pouring himself inside of me.
His breathing is heavy against my overheated skin when he rests his forehead against the middle of my back. I don’t have the energy to push him away or even tell him that I need some space. At the same time, I am scared that he would take it the wrong way and just leave.
“That was fuckin’ wild, Lizzie,” Logan chuckles against me, the movement causing him to slip from inside of me. Our combined juices instantly wet my thighs as they run out of me.
For a split second, I wonder if I should be worried about us not having used a condom. Birth control is not a problem, I got that covered, but I should be concerned about any potential STD’s. I shake that thought in a second. I trust Logan with my life, as naïve as that makes me sound.
“Jesus, what a mess,” he comments from behind me, making me lift my head from where it’s resting against the comforter.
“It can’t be that bad,” I murmur softly.
My heart is beating a mile a minute now, more so than during my two back to back orgasms. I worry that he is going to want to leave, and I don’t know how to stop him from doing so without sounding desperate.
Then again, I moved states for him, without even asking him if he wanted me here. How much more desperate than that can I sound?
I jump in surprise when I feel Logan running a hand up and down my back, the touch comforting and, dare I say, reassuring.
“I’ll help you change the sheets, baby,” he tells me. “I’m sorry I just jumped you like that.”
That makes me turn onto my side so I can see him better, completely unbothered by the fact that I am naked.
“If I remember correctly…” I pause for a second to clear my hoarse sounding voice. “I’m the one who jumped you first.” I wink at him for good measure.
Logan lets out a snort of laughter, like he didn’t want to laugh at what I’d said, but he couldn’t help himself.
With gentle moves, he manages to maneuver us under the covers where he intertwines our bare legs and brings us closer together, with our heads sharing the same pillow.
“I really came here just to talk.” He kisses me tenderly on the nose. “But you really are so irresistible to me, Lizzie.”
