Touch Me

Chapter 6

Logan’s POV

Selfish, perverted prick

What the f**k are you doing?

The rational, sober side of Logan roared at him. He honestly didn’t know. He didn’t know what made him say those words; what made him take advantage of her. But as soon as he saw her face, the memory hit him hard enough to strike him dumb. Her face—God, her face—that beautiful face had haunted him for the past few days. He has had a hard time getting rid of that face from his mind since she bumped into him last Friday. It was ingrained in his head. Her thin lips, her striking sapphire eyes with a small gold spot—her voice, soft and sweet—her warm body against his.

She would just randomly cross his mind for the past couple of days, even though he hadn’t seen her since that incident. Even when he was f*****g the waitress from Deep’s, this girl would suddenly jump to the front of his mind. Making him wonder what it would be like if she was the one he was thrusting into and not the waitress. When the thought crossed his mind, he struggled to push it away from his mind and had been doing so for the past week.

But when he saw her in front of him tonight, her sweet looking lips parted as she breathed, her goddamn eyes staring at him—he remembered the feeling of her body against his and it heated his blood. He realized he wanted her. He wanted her badly.

Guess it was dumb f*****g luck that Logan caught her in that position. That dark part of him immediately took over, screaming at him to use her situation to his advantage; use it to touch her, feel her, to hear what sounds those sweet lips could make.

Fuck it! He was gonna help her anyway.

He was gonna keep her from getting expelled; the payment he was asking for wasn’t much.

Logan tried to reason with himself, tried to keep himself distracted, to resist touching the beauty beside him. At least until they were inside his home. The dark beast inside him growled impatiently. He dared to sneak a glance at her as they drove to his apartment. He had to tackle the beast inside him to the ground, to wait.

Because Alexa, goddamn him, her pink lips were parted as she breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling with each breath. He wanted to rip off her hoodie, and whatever else she had underneath, just to see the whole of her creamy skin.

Sick

He was a sick perverted f**k.

She was way too young for his 31-year-old ass.

But damnit, he couldn’t bring himself to turn the car around and drive her back to her dorm. After 15 minutes, he finally arrived at his 6-story modern apartment building. He parked the garage in the car but none of them made a move to leave. He was still trying to think of what to say but Alexa beat him to it.

“What about Cassie and her friends? If they find out I didn’t finish it, they will expose me,” Her hands were shaking on her lap but her voice was steady. Logan felt stupid as he realized he had forgotten about that.

“What do they have on you?” He asked, staring at her lips, but she kept her head facing forward. It irritated him that she wouldn’t look at him, but he checked his temper. You can’t blame her for not wanting to look at you asshole.

She started telling him what happened last Friday and the following days. How they made her do and pay for everything. He couldn’t help but feel disgusted when she told him that Ren Smith had forcibly kissed her, but then he remembered he was just as disgusting for blackmailing this already blackmailed girl for s*x. He will have to make sure he takes whatever blackmail material they had on Alexa. After a few minutes, he finally removed his seatbelt, taking the key from the ignition and told her they should get out as it was already midnight.

As the elevator brought them up, he tried hard to resist touching her and scaring her in the process. They arrived on his floor and the elevator doors opened to a hallway with doors at both ends. He walked to his apartment's dark wooden door on the left, feeling Alexa follow quietly behind him. His blood was roaring in his veins but he held himself back, wanting to make sure that this would at least be a good experience for her.

He unlocked his door, switched on the light, then stepped aside to let Alexa walk in first, telling her to remove her shoes and just put them aside. He watched as Alexa walked in, did as he said, and looked around, a bit of wonder on her nervous face. Logan’s apartment was simple. The door is camouflaged with the wall around it, including the wall on the left; brown wood with complex patterns. There was a large mirror and a stool beside the door, the security control system next to the mirror. A cabinet handle stuck out on the lower area of the left wall, the cabinet door barely noticeable. The wall on the right was plain white cabinets. A black wood bookshelf peaked at the end of the foyer, leading to the living room. The foyer floor was white tiled while the living room floor was wood.

A large, square-shaped, grey, velvet carpet sat under the long, L-shaped, white couch with seven black, white, and brown throw pillows. A low, square-shaped, black, wooden centre table with mirror panels on the side. Behind the couch was a rectangular, wooden table with six upholstered, dark beige dining room chairs. Two square-shaped, wooden lights hang above the table. Two tall sets of dark beige curtains covered the wall on the other side. Logan removed his shoes and walked to the curtains, pulling them aside and revealed thin white curtains covering two tall glass doors with white frames, leading to a balcony, showing the quiet, slumbering town of Bournemouth, Upstate New York.

On the left wall, extending from the foyer, hang Logan’s TV, his stereo and other gadgets underneath. His kitchen had the same white tile floor as his foyer. The kitchen was the same dark wood and glass cabinets, neat and almost seemed like it was unused. A white tiled countertop, two rows of shelves on top with a few condiments, his wine rack on the wall beside it, a dark wood bar in front of it with two upholstered seats on one side with a small TV behind them. On the other side of his countertop were white cabinets with a microwave and oven in between. Logan’s home was a reflection of him, neat and tidy.

“I’m gonna put away my things, make yourself at home. There are drinks in the kitchen; the bathroom is in the hallway beside the kitchen, first door. If...if you wanna freshen up, there’s a spare robe on the cabinet above the tub,” Logan says quickly before walking to his room, the second door on the hallway he mentioned. He shut the door behind him as soon as he was inside. Logan loosened his tie and dropped his bag on the chair of his work table, feeling the weight of what was about to happen. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his blood as well as push away any guilt inside him. He wanted her, bad enough that he was willing to do anything just to taste and touch her. He changed out of his clothes, decided to forego wearing a shirt and just pulled on loose track pants.

(12:10 AM)

Logan walked to the living room to find it empty before hearing the faint sound of a shower turning on. He walked to the bathroom and, sure enough, the shower was on. He decided to grab a drink and wait for her to finish. A few minutes and half a bottle of whiskey later and she still didn't come out. He debated on waiting longer, but the thought of her naked, with the water running down her body broke the leash he kept on himself. He tried the door, it was unlocked. He slowly opened the door and walked in quietly. Alexa’s clothes hung on the rack beside the sink opposite the shower; her back was to him, her head laid against the tiled wall of the shower, hands braced on either side.

Logan scanned her body from behind, from her wet brown hair to her perky butt to her legs. His attention snagged on a small scar on her hip, barely visible from where he stood. The sight of her porcelain skin slick with water tore his control; he quickly got rid of his pants and joined her.

Alexa jumped a little as Logan placed his hands on her waist, pulling her against him as the warm water cascaded on them. He could feel her shake a bit as he pressed his rock hard member against her ass. He moved her hair aside and started teasing her neck; kissing, nipping, licking. f**k!

“P-professor—” He cut her off.

“Logan. Just call me Logan, Alexandra,” he said against her skin.

“Logan...p-please be gentle...I…I haven’t..,” Logan removed his lips from her neck as she spoke, shock filling his body. f**k, she’s a virgin?

He turned her to face him, her firm c-cup breast bouncing as she moved. He turned the shower off before looking into her eyes; his hands kept caressing her waist. “Are you telling me you’re a virgin, Alexa?” Please say no.

Alexa looked away but shook her head. Relief flooded Logan, even though it made him a f*****g asshole for feeling that way.

“I-I’m not but...I haven’t been with anyone for a long time. I…I don’t know how to...to please you..,” She blushed and looked down, only to gasp and quickly cover her face with her hands as soon as she saw his hard friend. Logan couldn’t help but smile at her shyness. She said she wasn’t a virgin, and yet, every inch of her showed that she was a virgin when it comes to the concept of s*x.

“How long?” She looked up at him, confused. f**k! Those eyes are driving him insane.

“How long has it been since you had s*x?” He asked her again, pushing her hands down to her side. She blushed again, a delicious red tint to her cheeks.

“I..,” Alexa paused, biting her lip. f*****g hell!

Logan bit back a groan, nearly shaking with the restraint he placed on himself as soon as she had said she hadn’t had s*x in a while.

“A few years..,” She whispered, a haunted look passing her face before it disappeared, so fast that Logan wasn’t able to determine why. But a few years? He found it hard to believe she hadn’t f****d anyone on the campus, since all a student could do at Wingston, was study, perform or create, and then f**k. He caught a few of them in his five years at the university. But if it has been a few years, then either she hasn’t been with anyone since she started at Wingston or she stopped around her first or second year. That made her more appealing; he figured she wasn’t the type to flaunt or f**k around, but it still pleased him to hear her say it. He had planned differently but guess he could reintroduce her to f*****g.

Logan raised his hand and held her cheek, urging her to look at him; she did, and those eyes struck him dumb again.

“Then I will make sure that this experience will be just as pleasurable for you as it will be for me,” He says before he finally kissed her. And f**k it if her lips didn’t drive him insane.