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Max sagely segued into the next song before things got really out of hand. Normally Logan would have joined in on the confrontation and tried to escalate it all in good fun, but he was worried about Toni. He hoped she wasn’t too upset over being humiliated. How could anyone mistake her for a geek? Was it her glasses? He didn’t get it. She was perfect. And if he hadn’t had a concert to perform, he would have gone after her and told her exactly that.

May 3

Dear Journal,

I don’t fit in here. Not that I expected to. But I honestly didn’t realize how different—how weird—I really am. And I don’t mean just different from the band. I’m not even slightly normal. A stranger called me a geek in front of more than ten thousand people and instead of standing up for myself, I ran back to the bus to write about it in my journal. Who does that?

Why is it so easy for me to write down how I feel but so hard for me to say it?

I should have stayed. I was right there in the middle of it all, getting great footage for the book, and I panicked.

I’m not sure I’m doing a good job. I could use a little feedback. I really need to call Susan and talk to her about my progress and see if she has suggestions—Mom is going to be so mad at me for not checking in with my editor today—but the woman makes me nervous. She’s so loud. And those text messages she keeps sending aren’t putting my fears at ease. Six of them today. All asking if she should come take my place or if I was on my way home. I know she wanted to do this project and she’s made it perfectly clear that she thinks the only reason I was allowed to do such an important job is because my mom owns the company. But I’m qualified for this job. I have all the education and skills to pull it off. I know that, even if no one else does.

So why do I feel like I’m doomed to fail? Maybe because I’ve been having so much fun that it doesn’t feel like work. Or maybe it’s because I feel so alienated. No one is making me feel that way—I’m doing it to myself. I realize that. But knowing I’m my own worst enemy doesn’t make me feel any better.

Enough about my stupid insecurity.

I’d rather talk about more interesting people.

I’m really confused about Reagan. She was flirting with and kissing on Trey Mills—he saw her in her underwear—so it seemed like she was in a relationship with him. But she also keeps flirting with and touching this other guy—some really dark and gorgeous security guard (I need to find out what his name is)—and I thought it was harmless, but I heard him in the dressing room with her and I think they were having sex. So is she cheating on Trey or is she cheating on the security guard or is it possible to have more than one lover at a time? I don’t know how anyone could keep up with more than one man. I’m having a hard enough time keeping up with Logan. He mentioned today that he’s had sex with more than one person at a time, so I guess it happens. I just don’t think I’d be able to do something like that.

Oh Logan. He’s so . . . alive. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who approaches life the way he does. Balls out and full throttle. Haha! He does some crazy stuff, like bungee jumping and freestyle motocross and who knows what else. I’d never be able to do any of that stuff. But it’s pretty impressive that he does. I wish I was as brave as he is.

I’m learning so much from him about sex. And he’s really nice to me and patient and doesn’t make fun of me when I don’t know what I’m doing, but I don’t think he has the same feelings for me that I have for him. His actions confuse me. He’s very possessive—he even punched Dare Mills because I hugged him. And he said he liked me, but he also said that he couldn’t be trusted to be monogamous.

Maybe asking him to teach me how to be a good lover was a mistake. I’m obviously not good at keeping emotions out of a sexual relationship. I know when we have to part ways at the end of this job that never seeing him again is going to be unbearably painful, but that doesn’t stop me from going back for more.

I still haven’t gotten to talk much to Steve and Max. I did talk to Dare for a while this evening, but mostly because he was trying to get back at Logan for punching him. Dare seems like a really nice guy, but I don’t think I’d want to get on his bad side. I wonder if Dare knows that Reagan is cheating on his brother. Would he tell Trey if he knew? I don’t want to cause problems, so I don’t think I should ask him, but I do think I would want to know if Logan was sleeping with other women. There’s definitely plenty of opportunity for him to do so.

It would be nice if I had someone to talk to about all this. I’m so mixed up right now. Do I even have a right to demand he has sex with no one but me? If he did stray, I’d want to know because I think fidelity is important.

And then I guess we’d have to part ways. Would I be able to give him up?

Why do I always get so hung up on could-happens and planning my reactions to potential occurrences? I wish I could be more like Logan and not worry about such things. I guess he has more to teach me than just sex.

The rest of the day was busy and tonight I need to go through my notes and footage so I can get organized and figure out what other clips I need to gather at the next show.

Tomorrow is a travel day and I start the one-on-one interviews with the band members. I hope they trust me enough to give me some good insight into their lives.

I’m intensely curious about the woman in Dare’s past who took her own life and was apparently pregnant with Max’s child. Her name was Vic. I don’t think it’s proper to ask about her. It’s too personal to put in the book anyway.

But I can’t help but be curious.

It’s suddenly quiet in the arena. I think the concert is over. I better pull myself together before I have to face the band again.

Good night, Journal.

Hopelessly confused about Logan’s feelings,

Toni

Sixteen

Toni started when the sliding door banged open. She shoved her small pink journal into her messenger bag and looked up, surprised to see a winded, sweaty, red-faced Logan staring at her with wide eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked, breathless.

She wrinkled her brow and glanced sideways. “Uh, yeah,” she said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You ran off early in the show and never returned. I thought . . .” He wiped a hand over his face. “I’m not sure what I thought. I’m not used to worrying about other people, but apparently I begin to think they died or something.”

“In a gutter?”

“Obviously in a gutter. Where else would you die?”

She chuckled, flattered that he’d been worried about her. “Nope, I’m not dead. In a gutter or otherwise. I just needed to be alone for a while.”

“Why?”

“I take it you don’t hang around with many introverts.”

“You mean like Dare?”

Toni shrugged. She guessed that Dare was the most introverted of the band, but if he was considered introverted, then she was mega-advanced introverted. “I guess. I just get overwhelmed when I’m around too many people.”

“So I should leave you alone?”

“No,” she said and shook her head. “It’s only long interactions with crowds that bother me. I enjoy intimate gatherings.”

He grinned suggestively and wiggled her eyebrows at her. “I enjoy intimate gatherings as well.”

He closed the door behind him and crossed the room. He took the bag from her lap and set it on the shiny round white coffee table before the deep blue sectional. She crinkled her nose at him when her senses were bombarded by the musky, strangely erotic scent of his body. Why was the flesh between her legs suddenly throbbing? Could the scent of his sweat really turn her on?

“You’re all sweaty,” she protested when he pulled her to her feet and grabbed her ass to press her up against him—belly to belly.

“And you’re about to get that way.”

He kissed her neck, and an excited breath escaped her. Obviously encouraged by her response, he moved his mouth to her throat to suckle there, his tongue swirling in chaotic patterns against her tender flesh. Good God! Why did that feel so good? Logan’s mouth was on her neck, not at her breast, not between her thighs, and yet Toni was paralyzed by pleasure.

“Mmm,” Logan murmured against her throat. “I think I’ve discovered a new erogenous zone.”

He nipped her skin, and her entire body jerked. “Oh!” she gasped.

“Got yourself a vampire fetish?” he asked with a chuckle.

“What?” she managed to say. “No, of course not. Vampires aren’t real.”

“But I’m all about bringing your fantasies to life, babe. If you want to be banged by a sparkling dick, I’ll go get the glitter.”

She shook her head slightly, confused. She had no idea what he was referring to. “Wait. What? Why would your dick sparkle if you’re a vampire?”

“I’m a modern-day vampire. The kind that sparkles in the sun instead of bursting into flames.”

She laughed. “You’ve seen Twilight?”

He arched a brow at her. “Do I look like the kind of guy who would watch that girly shit?”

She bit her lip, not sure if she’d insulted him.

“Yeah, I’ve seen it,” he said. “Twice.”

“Twice?” She didn’t know why the admission surprised her so much.

“I watch all kinds of movies. The bus gets pretty boring, you know. But don’t tell the guys what I’m watching on my phone. They think I’m looking at porn.”

She laughed and hugged him. “You’re full of surprises.”

“Do you like surprises?”

“I like your surprises,” she gushed. “I love everything about you.”

His teasing smile faded, and his blue-eyed gaze locked on hers.

Crap! What was she saying? She was sure to push him away if he had any idea how much she already liked him. “I mean, I like everything about you as a friend,” she said.

He blinked, and his gaze shifted to her forehead. “Yeah,” he said flatly. “Friend.”

Did he not even want her in that capacity?

He took a deep breath, and his hands tightened on her ass. “So do you want the sparkle treatment or just plain dick?”

She laughed, glad the moment of tension between them had faded. She really needed to watch what came gushing out of her mouth. “Plain dick is fine.”

“Good, because I think we’re out of glitter and I need to be inside you right now.”

Toni flushed with pleasure. She’d never felt truly wanted before. People in her life needed her regularly—her sister, her mother, and she supposed even her editor, though there would be no admittance of that by Susan—but no one except Logan had ever made her feel the heady rush of being wanted. Or of wanting. She was certain his wants were purely sexual, but she wanted more than his body. She wanted his heart. The realization terrified her because she knew it would never belong to her in the capacity she desired and she was only setting herself up for heartache.

“Take your clothes off,” he said.

“Aren’t the others—”

“Toni.”

The mere utterance of her name in that tone made her throb with want. Maybe even need.

“Yes?” She looked up at him, and he removed her glasses, tossing them on the sofa.

“Take your clothes off.”

Her fingers trembled as she lifted them to unfasten the topmost button of her blouse. She stared at his slightly blurry shoulder, unable to meet his eyes, though she wasn’t sure why she was so embarrassed after all the intimate moments they’d shared over the past day.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

Her fingers went still on her buttons, and she forced her gaze to his. Her heart fluttered at the smoldering intensity in his pale blue eyes.

“Take your clothes off,” he repeated again.

She lowered her gaze and unfastened another button.

“Can’t you look at me and take your clothes off at the same time?”

She shook her head. “I can’t do anything but stare when I look at you,” she admitted, her blush spreading down her throat. “My fingers won’t work.”

“Try. I want you to see how much you turn me on.”

She so admired him for knowing what he wanted and being able to ask for it. Would she ever be that bold? Or would she always be the one being told how to act and respond? Not that she minded. It was strangely exciting to be told to undress.

She forced her gaze upward to meet his and somehow found a steady enough hand to unfasten the button between her breasts. Logan’s gaze darted down to her cleavage, now on display, and he licked the corner of his mouth before gnawing on his lips as if placating them from the feast he denied them.

A bit more confident in her actions—seeing that he was affected by her body, even if he seemed to be calling all the shots—she released the next button and the next. When she ran out of buttons on her blouse, she unfastened the one at the waist of her long skirt and then slowly unzipped the suddenly constrictive garment. The skirt slid from her hips to land in a heap at her feet. Logan was still staring at her cleavage. She was used to people staring at her boobs. They were enormous by any standards, but she wasn’t used to liking the attention they garnered for her. She typically tried to hide them, though even the loosest sweaters became form-fitting on her and all her button-down shirts had to be tailored so they didn’t gap between her boobs while simultaneously billowing like a circus tent around the waist.

“Do you like them?” she asked, glancing down at the swell of her breasts above the cups of her not-so-sexy bra. She’d usually went for comfort and durability in the undergarment department, but she was suddenly longing for something skimpy, lacy, and red to show off what Logan obviously considered her best feature. So strange that she wanted to fuel his desire when she’d spent her life trying to understate her natural assets.

“What?” he said, his eyes flicking up to meet hers briefly before focusing on her breasts again.

“My boobs. Do you like them?”

He shook his head slowly, never taking his eyes off her cleavage. “Like is not a strong enough word.”

She grinned and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. Logan groaned when she slipped the straps from her shoulders and tossed the garment onto the back of the sofa. Her nipples were already stiff from the excitement his riveted stare offered her. Their sudden exposure to the chill in the room hardened them to uncomfortable points.

“Touch them,” Logan whispered. All the command had gone out of his tone. His words were more a plea than a request.

“You touch them.”

And he did. His hands cupped her heavy breasts, lifting them, massaging them, allowing them to drop, pressing them together. He couldn’t take his eyes off them. She felt a strange rush of empowerment.

“Take your clothes off,” she demanded. Her confident tone didn’t give away the twinges of nerves in her belly. She wasn’t sure what she would do if he refused. Should she play hard to get to gain his cooperation? She would definitely be playing. But she didn’t need to worry. He released her breasts long enough to hastily shed his clothes and then filled his palms with them once more, his thumbs and forefingers pinching at her nipples. Her body jerked as pleasure radiated through her breasts and down her belly. She gasped in surprise when her pussy throbbed with anticipation.

Logan prodded her in the hip with his stiff cock. “Touch it.”

She almost told him to touch it himself, but somehow the thought of watching him rubbing the length of his cock with the same hands he had on her breasts was far naughtier than touching it herself.

“You’re blushing,” he said, and she lifted her head to find him grinning at her. “What are you thinking? Dirty thoughts?”

“I can’t say,” she said, her heart suddenly thudding.

“You can tell me anything.”

She wet her lips and stared at his shoulder as she said, “I was thinking about you touching yourself.”

“Masturbating?”

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. “No, just touching it. Not, not making yourself . . .” She swallowed hard as she remembered the look on his face when he came. “Do you do that?”

He chuckled. “Sometimes. Do you want to watch me jerk off, Toni?”

She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle it. And wouldn’t he be embarrassed for her to witness something so shameful? She hadn’t realized she’d asked the question aloud until he answered.

“You think it’s shameful?”

She stared up at him, not sure how to respond. Didn’t he think it was shameful?

“You masturbate, don’t you?”

“Of course not!” she said. But her denial was a complete lie. She masturbated on occasion, but she didn’t want anyone—not even Logan—to know she was so desperate for sexual release that she gave it to herself.

“You’re kidding.”

She shook her head vigorously, though she couldn’t meet his eyes. She knew he’d see right through her lies.

“Not even in the shower?”

“Sometimes it feels good when I clean myself down there.” She covered her mouth with her hand, unable to believe she’d just told him that. Next she’d be telling him about her infatuation with the massaging showerhead.

“So you never had an orgasm before I gave you one?”

“Um . . .” she said, frustrated by the entire conversation. Yes, she’d had orgasms, but after being with him and seeing how explosive getting off could be, she wasn’t sure those little ripples of pleasure she gave herself—or the showerhead gave her—really counted.

He gaped at her as if he were talking to the biggest idiot on the planet. “You really don’t know how to get yourself off?”

She shrugged. “Nothing prepared me for the things you do to my body.” That was not a lie, at least.

“Don’t you talk about these kinds of things with your girlfriends?”

“I don’t really have any female friends my own age.” Even Julian was several years older than her and even though he was gay, he was still technically a guy. It was embarrassing for her to admit how abnormal her social life was, but she honestly didn’t have the opportunity to interact with many people. And she’d certainly never had a close enough relationship with another woman to discuss the ins and outs of masturbation and orgasms. Did women really talk about such things?

“What about the Internet? Surely, you’ve watched some porn.”

Toni scowled at him. “Of course I’ve watched porn. What do you think I am, a nun living in a cave?”

Logan’s jaw dropped, and then he laughed before hugging her closer. “Lord, woman, I do love you.” She felt his heart thud hard against her chest. “I mean as a friend.”

“Stop doing that!” she demanded.

He released her so abruptly that she had to take a step backward to regain her balance.

“Did I hurt you?”

She covered her aching heart with one hand. “Yes, it does hurt. I’d rather you never say it than have you keep saying it and then take it back.”

He covered his mouth with one hand, a worried crease above his brow.

“I understand that you probably say I love you to every woman that you, that you bang, but—”

“But I don’t. I haven’t said it to anyone for a very long time. I don’t know why it keeps slipping out.”

At first Toni was stunned that he hadn’t said it to every woman he’d ever had sex with. And then she was strangely jealous of every woman he had said it to in the past. Because he’d probably meant it then. And he obviously didn’t mean it now.

“You’ve been in love before?” she asked, a hint of accusation in her voice.

“Well, yeah, what do you think I am, a nun living in a cave?”

She laughed and shook her head at him. He was about as different from a nun in a cave as Toni was from him. “What was her name?”

He grinned crookedly. “It’s not important. Besides, I can’t remember it with your bare tits jiggling so enticingly before my eyes.”

He stepped closer and cupped her breasts in his hands once again.

“My tits do not jiggle,” she said defensively.

He shook his hands back and forth, proving that her tits did in fact jiggle.

“Logan. Stop.”

He stopped and caught her gaze with his. “Why?”

“Because.”

He lifted an eyebrow at her.

“Because it’s not sexy.”

“It’s sexy to me,” he said. And to prove it, he lowered his head to draw the flat of his tongue over her nipple. “Besides, sex isn’t always sexy. Sometimes it’s messy. Sometimes it’s fun. Sometimes it’s boring.”

“Boring?” She couldn’t imagine sex ever being boring. Truthfully, it was the most exciting thing she’d ever done.

“If you allow it to become too monotonous.”

“I won’t.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” he said. Then he and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She clung to his head, delighting in the gentle tug at her breast.

She gasped when he released her abruptly and spun her to face the opposite direction. He took her hands in his—his palms against the backs of her hands—and coaxed her into touching her breasts.

“If these were mine, I’d never get anything done,” he whispered into her ear. “I’d play with them constantly.”

“They are yours.”

He went still, and she held her breath as she waited for his response. “Open your legs, Toni,” was not what she had expected him to say.

She spread her legs, and he shifted behind her so that his cock slid between her thighs.

“Now close them.”

She scrunched her brow in confusion, but she did what he said. He hadn’t steered her wrong yet.

“Your body is so soft,” he said, and she stiffened at the sudden pain in her heart. She’d always considered her soft chubbiness one of her failings. “It feels spectacular.” He worked his cock between her thighs, his breath hitching in her ear. She squeezed her thighs together, and he gasped. “This needs to be about your pleasure too,” he murmured before directing her palms down her belly. “I’ll show you how to touch yourself.”

“I know how to do that,” she admitted, but somehow as he pressed her finger into her cleft and rubbed it against her clit, the movement was far more pleasurable and exciting than any of her previous attempts at self-gratification.

“So you lied to me?” He sounded more amused than angry. “You’ve gotten yourself off in the past?”

“I’m sorry. I was embarrassed.” And now she was mortified.

“Don’t be. I’m actually relieved that you do it. Show me how you touch yourself,” he said.

“I couldn’t,” she protested, jerking her hand from his grasp.

He caught her wrist and coaxed her hand between her legs again. “Make yourself come on my dick.”

“What?”

“I know you feel it nestled there between your legs. Come on it. Make it all slippery.”

“Logan!”

“And after you come on my dick, I want you to come on my face.”

“How would I do that?”

“By sitting on it.”

“I’ll suffocate you!”

His chuckle was deep and sexy. It made her entire spine tingle. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

She’d been so distracted by his words that she’d temporarily forgotten he was holding her hand between her legs.

“So how do you touch it, Toni? Slow and hard?” He massaged her clit with her own fingers, rubbing in hard, languid circles. Her pussy tightened, but she shook her head. “A little faster?” He directed her fingers to move against her clit more rapidly.

“Oh!” She gasped as need began to build within her. “Faster,” she heard herself say.

“Show me.” He released her hand, and she took over, rubbing her clit with every intention of getting off. That freed Logan’s hands to massage the aching globes of her breasts.

“Sometimes I pinch one nipple really hard when I’m coming,” she admitted, having no idea why she felt inclined to reveal that very intimate detail about her masturbation sessions. Hell, five minutes ago she wouldn’t even admit to touching herself and now she was volunteering the details.

“Show me how you get off, Toni.”

“Yes,” she whispered as her peak approached. She rubbed her clit faster and gripped one stiff nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Yes,” she cried more loudly, twisting her nipple viciously as her pussy clenched with the first tease of orgasm. “Yes!”

Logan thrust behind her, driving his cock into the cleft between her thighs as she bucked with release.

“To hell with this,” he muttered.

Toni sucked in a breath of surprise when she found herself bent over the sofa arm. Logan grabbed the lobes of her ass in either hand, spread her cheeks apart, and rammed his cock into her still clenching pussy.

“God, yes,” he groaned, thrusting deep and withdrawing before thrusting deep again. “I shouldn’t have done that, but it’s so hot and tight. I want it just like this.” He massaged her ass cheeks together as he pumped into her.

Toni was still trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm when she realized something.

“Logan, are you wearing a condom?”

He cursed under his breath and pulled out. “Whoops.”

Whoops? “Logan! This is the second time today.”

“I’m sorry. I was lost in the moment. The sight of you. The sounds you make. The way you feel. Won’t happen again.”

He stepped away and headed for the door, which he slid open and stuck his head through. “Can someone shoot me a condom?” he called to the bus occupants.

Toni’s eyes widened. Could he be any more embarrassing?

“Get your own damned condom,” she heard Steve say.

Logan huffed with impatience and opened the door wide enough to slip out into the corridor. Not only was he naked, but his dick was rock hard and still wet with Toni’s fluids.

“What the fuck, dude?” said a voice Toni wasn’t familiar with. “I’ll get you a goddamned condom. Put that thing away!”

“You know you want it, Zach. But you can’t have it. It’s all for Toni.”

Zach? Zach Mercer, the drummer of Twisted Element? Toni hoped the entire band wasn’t on the bus. She’d never be able to look any of them in the eye when she interviewed them for her “How Other Band’s See Exodus End” chapter.

“Who’s Tony?” Zach sounded surprised. “You like guys?”

“Toni’s a girl,” Steve said.

“My girl,” Logan said.

Yep, it was official. Logan could be more embarrassing. Toni buried her face in the sofa cushions and groaned.

“Are you coming to the after-party?” Zach asked.

After-party? Their day wasn’t over yet? Toni was ready to crawl into bed for fourteen hours of sleep.

“Have you ever known me to miss a party?” Logan said.

The door slid on its track and bumped shut. Toni turned her head to make sure Logan hadn’t brought along spectators to prove she was, in fact, a girl. Thankfully he was alone and devastatingly naked. He had a strip of condoms in one hand and his dick in the other. And she’d been right. Seeing him touch himself had her all sorts of flustered.

“Damn, woman,” he muttered, his gaze trained on her ass, still up in the air since she hadn’t moved from her bent-over-the-sofa-arm position. “No wonder I can’t think straight when you’re near. That pussy is a work of art.”

Instead of trying to hide her “work of art,” she spread her legs wider and wiggled her hips. She was surprised by her lack of inhibition and by how much she appreciated his crass compliment. She was rewarded for her brazenness when Logan dropped to his knees behind her and buried his face in her ass. His tongue plunged into her throbbing pussy. The tip of his nose touched her asshole. She gasped as the ring of muscle tightened involuntarily and began to throb with unexpected desire. His fingers dug into her hips and his tongue slid up to her still virginal back hole. Her hips bucked as he flicked his tongue, barely touching her there, but she was so shocked by his unexpected action she couldn’t breathe.

“Don’t, Logan,” she said in a panicked gasp of a voice. “Not there.”

He licked her gently again. “It doesn’t feel good?”

“It feels weird,” she said, which was true. His tongue traced a circle around the perimeter of what she’d always considered an exit. “And good,” she admitted.

“Have you ever been taken in the ass?” he asked.

Her face flamed, and she buried it in the cushions so that her next words were muffled. “No. I thought we’d established that I was a virgin.”

“Yeah, well, there are women who get fucked daily in the ass and claim to be virgins because they’ve never given up the pussy.”

Were there really? Was he pulling her leg? “That doesn’t count, does it?”

“Not in my mind,” he said. “So this hole is virginal too?” he said before licking her ass again.

“And it’s going to stay that way!” She tried to squirm away from his mouth, but he had a firm hold on her hips.

“For now,” he said agreeably and rose to his feet.

He released his hold on one hip, and she trembled as she felt the head of his cock being rubbed the length of her slit. She tensed when the tip of his condom brushed her saliva-wetted ass.

“Logan!” She tried covering her butt with one hand.

“I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do,” he said before he slid the rigid length of his cock into her pussy, claiming her deep and slow.

“Yes,” she gasped, not sure why her ass was tingling with neglect, as if it wanted to lose its virginity too. That was not happening on her watch.

“One day soon, you’re going to beg me to claim every inch of you.”

Nope. Wasn’t going to happen. But she wasn’t about to relieve him of his fantasy when he was working his magic on her pussy. And she didn’t have the mindset to protest when his thumb began to rub her back opening in the same slow churning motion of his hips.

“Move with me, baby,” he murmured. “Let yourself become a part of our rhythm.”

He was doing spectacularly on his own; she didn’t want to get in the way of his skill. Yet she also wanted to be a good lover, and she supposed there wasn’t much good in just standing there taking all he had to give.

Her first attempts to move felt awkward. She rocked her hips front and back and was rewarded for her uncoordinated effort by his cock falling free of her body. He didn’t criticize, just found her again and used gentle squeezes on her hip to give her cues on when and how to move. Within a few strokes, she found that rhythm he’d referred to. The churning motion of her hips became more exaggerated as her confidence grew. Logan’s groans of pleasure added to her own bliss. She was so going to high-five herself later for being the cause of his obvious enjoyment.

“Oh God, Toni,” he said, “you’re going to make me come so hard if you keep doing that.”

Well then, of course she’d keep doing it. Their bodies were rubbing together so perfectly that his balls ground into her clit each time he thrust into her. Her own groans echoed his as she stopped worrying about what he was doing and concentrated on finding pleasure.

“Fuck, woman,” he said, stretching his hot body over her back. “Up, up, up. Your pussy feels too good in that position. I can’t take it.”