Page 33 of Dirty Secrets
“Says everyone.” He glanced at the bed, cringing slightly. “We might sleep in my room though. It reeks of sex in here and we need to wash your sheets.”
I turned to see what he was talking about, a large wet patch right in the center of the bed with a small streak of blood staining it.
“How do we explain that?” I asked with panic, but he waved off my concern.
“Just put it in the wash and say you had a period incident. You’re due for it anyway.”
“You’re way too good at this,” I grumbled, making him smirk.
“Didn’t hear you complaining.” He bent down to grab his shirt, sliding it over my head to cover me. “Are you okay? How do you feel?”
“I’m a little sore, but apart from that, I’m fine. Sorry for being unsexy and making things weird for you. I know most girls you fuck are probably way more experienced,” I replied as I went to walk to the bathroom, but he hauled me back, keeping my back firmly against his chest as he spoke in my ear.
“None of them compare to you. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Don’t tease me,” I laughed, but when I turned, his face was serious.
He reached for me, placing his hands on my waist to pull me against him. “I’m not. You don’t think you’re sexy?”
I snorted, motioning to my outfit. “Does this look sexy to you? I’m a fumbling idiot in a baggy shirt. I’ve seen the girls that you all drag home. They’re dressed up and?—”
“You wearing my shirt is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“I always wear your shirts,” I scoffed, making him raise an eyebrow.
“I know, and it makes my dick hard.” This was starting to feel more serious than it was supposed to be, but luckily he gave me a playful wink and started steering me towards the bathroom. “Let’s get you in the bath. I’ll rinse off in the shower then heat up some soup. Sound good?”
“Yeah, sounds good,” I smiled, watching him silently as he filled the bath for me. He wasn’t bothered by his nakedness, and I took the time to study him.
I’d walked in on more sexcapedes than I wanted to admit, but I’d never actually looked at the guys like this.
The lean muscles across his back and shoulders flexed as he leaned down to adjust the taps, my eyes fixating on his ass. He caught me staring as he stood back to let the bath fill more, my eyes widening as he moved towards me.
“You’ve got to stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to fuck you again, or you’re going to get fucked against that wall,” he warned, testing my reaction as he dipped a hand between my thighs to tease my sensitive clit. I gasped, instantly reaching for him to pull him closer.
“How the fuck am I supposed to keep my hands off you now that I’ve had a taste?” he asked, but I was pretty sure he wasn’t looking for an answer.
My body trembled from his touch, and I couldn’t help myself as I grabbed the back of his neck to tug him down to kiss me again, giving him the green light to slide a finger inside me, apparently.
I had no idea how to keep my hands off him now either.
He cursed as my pussy clenched around his finger and I came soon after, suddenly finding myself lifted off the ground with my back against the wall.
“Logan, please?—”
“You want me to fuck you again?” he groaned against my lips, waiting for me to nod before shifting his hold on me to reach between us. He pushed inside and paused, meeting my gaze. “Clear heads. Condom.”
“This feels different,” I answered, wriggling slightly and making him grunt.
“I don’t think we should trust my pull out game. There’s no way I’ll remember. Or want to. Fuck, this feels so good.” He thrust in and out a few times before huffing. “I’m risking it. You good with that?”
My pussy was leading this conversation or I would’ve told him to stop and wrap it up, but I nodded. “Only if you can pull out.”
That was all he needed before he started railing me. It was hard and fast, and I was pretty sure I couldn’t come again, but he forced one out of me before almost dropping me as he jerked back, panting as warm liquid hit my thighs.