Lover's Game - Chapter 5
Title: Lover's Game
Author: Yaya
Rating: PG14, Spoilers R
Warning: strong language, sexual contet under spoiler, if possible
Summary: I have no plan
As soon as we had closed the door behind us, Logan attacked me with kisses. His lips were everywhere, on my lips, on my ear, on my neck, while his hands caressed my back, slowly slipping under my shirt.
I moaned as he bit my neck, sucking and leaving his mark on me. I was used to having kiss marks, and I was never hiding them. I just did not answer questions from who they were.
I started caressing Logan’s back, my hands touching the warm skin of his back. Then I pushed him away slightly and pulled of his shirt.
I had to suppress a light scream as I cached sight of his torso. Logan was covered in tattoos, better one big tattoo, a pattern of rose entwines. But the roses didn’t have any romantic sense. They looked hard, dangerously showing of their thorns, black blood dripping from them. I shivered.
Logan said and did nothing. He just stood there, letting me take in the sight of his true self.
I stared at him for a while before I noticed that the tattoo seemed to be… 3 dimensional at a few places. Hesitantly I took a step towards Logan and touched the tattoo. It wasn’t the tattoo that stuck out of Logan’s skin, but his skin itself. Logan was covered in ugly scars, thick and undoubtedly red under the black cover of the tattoo ink. Speechlessly I looked up into his eyes. The question must have been obvious in my eyes, because Logan closed his and sighed.
“I had an accident when I was younger. My… girlfriend… died. I drove”, he explained, a pained expression piercing his eyes.
I waited a few moments if he wanted to say anything else, but he didn’t, and I understood.
“Hey”, I said softly and nestled my head on his chest. “It’s in the past. You brought me home safely. And you can stay, if you want.”
Logan sighed and stroke my hair carefully. “I know. Thank you for the offer. I’ll just let my aunt know. Can I use your phone?”
I nodded, broke the hug and brought Logan the phone. While he used it, I went to the bedroom. I thankfully had cleaned it yesterday, so there weren’t any clothes lying on the floor or on my desk. I could hear Logan talking to his aunt in the hallway, but I couldn’t understand anything. I was thinking about the accident he had mentioned before. It did explain what he said earlier that day, and also the scars and his flashback. But lethal accidents didn’t happen just like that, especially not with someone driving as carefully as Logan did. Although, that could have been different at the time the accident had happened. But I would not push Logan to tell me his story. I wouldn’t, since we didn’t know each other for long. But still I had taken him home with me that early…
“Maja?” Logan’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“I’m here!” I answered, and I heard Logan’s footsteps coming closer. By now he would be able to see the light shining through the slightly open door.
Only seconds later he slung his arms around me from behind and kissed the mark on my neck. “Are you used to my tattoo now, Babygirl?” he asked in a playful voice. His hands wandered to my breasts and squeezed them.
“I am”, I answered, moaning slightly.
“That’s good”, he whispered and tightened his hold on me. A second later I was flying through the air and landing softy in the middle of my bed.
I laughed while Logan approached me with hungry eyes.
[EXPLICIT SCENE]“Strip”, he commanded, and I obliged. I sensually took of my shirt, revealing my sports-bra. Logan’s eyes lightened up, and he growled. Slowly I let my hand wander over my body, my breasts and my tummy. I could practically see Logan’s heartrate speeding up the closer my hand got to my navel. As soon as I touched it, Logan couldn’t hold it any longer. His hands were faster than my eyes could see, from one second to another my hands were pinned above my head and Logan was ravishing my mouth.
I moaned as Logan put one knee between my legs and rubbed.
“Oh god Logan” I breathed when he put his lips on my neck.
“You stay like that”, Logan commanded. “Dare to move your arms and you’ll have to live with the consequences.”
My answer was a moan. I loved dominant men, but I was not submissive. Well, a little maybe, but only if I wanted to.
Logan moved his lips to my breasts and pulled down the zipper of my bra. Then he licked to the button of my Jeans and opened it. He sat up on his knees and pulled my Jeans of, right along with my underwear.
“Get out of your bra” he demanded, “and then lay back like before.”
I did. Logan opened my legs and starred t my wetness. “I guess you don’t take the pill?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Good.” Logan smiled. But before I could think of why the hell he thought that was good I felt his tongue on my clit and lost all my thoughts. Logan was a god. I swear, I’ve never felt that good. He licked up and down my slit a few times before he tickled my clit and repeated that pattern a few times before he kissed me there and sucked up my juices. I was moaning constantly, enjoying the feelings he gave me. The pleasure was immense, and when he put his tongue inside me, I came.
He stopped manipulating me at the instant and gave me a few seconds to recover while he put on a condom. He brought his lips up to mine and kissed me softly as while he loved me. He was kind and gentle, and he made me feel loved.
Logan managed to make us come together, like a couple. As soon as he recovered from his height he fell next to me and hugged me tightly. And arm in arm we fell asleep together.
Author: Yaya
Rating: PG14, Spoilers R
Warning: strong language, sexual contet under spoiler, if possible
Summary: I have no plan
As soon as we had closed the door behind us, Logan attacked me with kisses. His lips were everywhere, on my lips, on my ear, on my neck, while his hands caressed my back, slowly slipping under my shirt.
I moaned as he bit my neck, sucking and leaving his mark on me. I was used to having kiss marks, and I was never hiding them. I just did not answer questions from who they were.
I started caressing Logan’s back, my hands touching the warm skin of his back. Then I pushed him away slightly and pulled of his shirt.
I had to suppress a light scream as I cached sight of his torso. Logan was covered in tattoos, better one big tattoo, a pattern of rose entwines. But the roses didn’t have any romantic sense. They looked hard, dangerously showing of their thorns, black blood dripping from them. I shivered.
Logan said and did nothing. He just stood there, letting me take in the sight of his true self.
I stared at him for a while before I noticed that the tattoo seemed to be… 3 dimensional at a few places. Hesitantly I took a step towards Logan and touched the tattoo. It wasn’t the tattoo that stuck out of Logan’s skin, but his skin itself. Logan was covered in ugly scars, thick and undoubtedly red under the black cover of the tattoo ink. Speechlessly I looked up into his eyes. The question must have been obvious in my eyes, because Logan closed his and sighed.
“I had an accident when I was younger. My… girlfriend… died. I drove”, he explained, a pained expression piercing his eyes.
I waited a few moments if he wanted to say anything else, but he didn’t, and I understood.
“Hey”, I said softly and nestled my head on his chest. “It’s in the past. You brought me home safely. And you can stay, if you want.”
Logan sighed and stroke my hair carefully. “I know. Thank you for the offer. I’ll just let my aunt know. Can I use your phone?”
I nodded, broke the hug and brought Logan the phone. While he used it, I went to the bedroom. I thankfully had cleaned it yesterday, so there weren’t any clothes lying on the floor or on my desk. I could hear Logan talking to his aunt in the hallway, but I couldn’t understand anything. I was thinking about the accident he had mentioned before. It did explain what he said earlier that day, and also the scars and his flashback. But lethal accidents didn’t happen just like that, especially not with someone driving as carefully as Logan did. Although, that could have been different at the time the accident had happened. But I would not push Logan to tell me his story. I wouldn’t, since we didn’t know each other for long. But still I had taken him home with me that early…
“Maja?” Logan’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“I’m here!” I answered, and I heard Logan’s footsteps coming closer. By now he would be able to see the light shining through the slightly open door.
Only seconds later he slung his arms around me from behind and kissed the mark on my neck. “Are you used to my tattoo now, Babygirl?” he asked in a playful voice. His hands wandered to my breasts and squeezed them.
“I am”, I answered, moaning slightly.
“That’s good”, he whispered and tightened his hold on me. A second later I was flying through the air and landing softy in the middle of my bed.
I laughed while Logan approached me with hungry eyes.
[EXPLICIT SCENE]“Strip”, he commanded, and I obliged. I sensually took of my shirt, revealing my sports-bra. Logan’s eyes lightened up, and he growled. Slowly I let my hand wander over my body, my breasts and my tummy. I could practically see Logan’s heartrate speeding up the closer my hand got to my navel. As soon as I touched it, Logan couldn’t hold it any longer. His hands were faster than my eyes could see, from one second to another my hands were pinned above my head and Logan was ravishing my mouth.
I moaned as Logan put one knee between my legs and rubbed.
“Oh god Logan” I breathed when he put his lips on my neck.
“You stay like that”, Logan commanded. “Dare to move your arms and you’ll have to live with the consequences.”
My answer was a moan. I loved dominant men, but I was not submissive. Well, a little maybe, but only if I wanted to.
Logan moved his lips to my breasts and pulled down the zipper of my bra. Then he licked to the button of my Jeans and opened it. He sat up on his knees and pulled my Jeans of, right along with my underwear.
“Get out of your bra” he demanded, “and then lay back like before.”
I did. Logan opened my legs and starred t my wetness. “I guess you don’t take the pill?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Good.” Logan smiled. But before I could think of why the hell he thought that was good I felt his tongue on my clit and lost all my thoughts. Logan was a god. I swear, I’ve never felt that good. He licked up and down my slit a few times before he tickled my clit and repeated that pattern a few times before he kissed me there and sucked up my juices. I was moaning constantly, enjoying the feelings he gave me. The pleasure was immense, and when he put his tongue inside me, I came.
He stopped manipulating me at the instant and gave me a few seconds to recover while he put on a condom. He brought his lips up to mine and kissed me softly as while he loved me. He was kind and gentle, and he made me feel loved.
Logan managed to make us come together, like a couple. As soon as he recovered from his height he fell next to me and hugged me tightly. And arm in arm we fell asleep together.