Blue

Chapter 4

“Why are you sorry?” He says kicking his lips with a satisfied grin.

“I...I don’t know what that was. It doesn’t freak you out?”

“Not at all Sweets. You just squirted. You’ve never done that before?” I shake my head no. “Well...would you like to do it again?” He smiles. I nod eagerly and lay back down. He eases me back into it but in no time I am completely his again. I moan and feel my n*****s harden as he fingers me harder this time with even more force and I s****t again, this time watching my wetness get all over his face. He lips it up and without giving me a rest demands another one with his mouth and hands. He rubs harder and harder and I am his once again, shouting in ecstasy. He smiles and continues to gently rub me. 

I’m so sensitive that I’m already on the verge of yet another o****m but he says “not yet Sweet girl. I want you to hold this one.” I don’t know why but I want to listen to what he says. I whimper but do as I’m told and I feel him finger and lick me faster this time. Faster and harder than he’s gone before. How am I supposed to hold it like this?!

“I can’t h-“

“You can and you will. Hold it.” He firmly demands as he goes back to sucking on my c**t. I close my eyes and try to hold on as long as I can. My legs begin to shake and I almost let go when I’m distracted by something. He moves one finger around the edge of my a*****e. 

“Hey what the-“

“Give it a try. You might like it.” I look at him hesitantly but I can’t argue with his tongue. I melt into him and try my best to like it. I feel the pressure and it feels….wrong. But also, so good. It’s so sensitive that I feel his every touch and mixed with everything else I  and hold on any longer.

“Please? Please can I c*m now?” I say breathlessly.

“Yes.” He says and I practically finish on demand. I lay there trying to catch my breath and he climbs up to give me a kiss on my cheek. I notice then that my couch is now soaked.

“Well? What did you think?”

I giggle and say “I like you.” He smiles.

“I like you too.” He kisses me and I smell myself. I lay back on the pillow and suddenly the world is spinning around me. I feel dizzy and nauseous and-

“Hey you don’t look so good. Why don’t we get you to bed okay?” I nod as he gets up. I expect to get myself up but he gently guides me back down and says “don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He picks me up and holds me as he guides me to my bed. He lays me down on my side and says “where’s your underwear drawer Sweets?” And I point to the top one. He grabs me a pair and slips it on me. 

He covers my body with my blanket and ticks me in. He sets up a trash can right next to me just in case. He kisses my forehead and says “sleep tight Sweet girl.” I watch him leave and sleep with a smile on my face.

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I wake up the next morning with a blasting headache and to the smell of bacon. I know it’s bacon. But who’s making bacon in my apartment? I look around myself trying to remember last night and then suspiciously look down between my legs. God I have to pee so bad. I get up and stumble to the bathroom and see that I look like absolute hell. I brush my teeth and clean my face and grab a pair of pants from the laundry. I fix my ridiculously tangled hair and walk out to the living room. I see a shirtless Logan standing there cooking. He doesn’t notice me at first which gives me a chance to look at him. My eyes wander from his arms to his muscular back and all the way down to-

“Hey! You’re awake.”

I snap out of it and see him looking at me. My heart stops for a second.

“Yeah hey, I’m sorry about last night.”

“Why? I remember having a good time. Don’t you?” He smiles at me and I remember all of the wonderful, shocking things he did to me just last night. My panties grow wet just thinking about it and I sheepishly say “I did” trying to hide my excitement. He turns back to his cooking.

“I hope you aren’t offended, I slept on your couch because I didn’t want you to wake up with that hangover all by yourself.” Ah yes. My blasting headache.

“Well that was kind of you.” He turns around and puts a plate down in front of me. It’s got two pancakes and two perfectly crunchy strips of bacon.

“Go ahead and eat up, it’s gonna help with that headache.” We eat and talk about the movie neither of us watched last night. Thank goodness I’d seen it before. 

“Thank you by the way. For...taking care of me.” He grins and says “I’ll always take care of you so long as you need me.” I smile, trying to hide my blushing cheeks but he sees them. He gives me a kiss and says “well Sweet girl, I’ve gotta head to work. You enjoy your day off and we’ll talk again soon okay?” I nod and eat my breakfast. I watch him walk out the door and feel instantly sorry he left. Now it’s just me and my thoughts...about him. 

I finish my breakfast but don’t even bother to do the dishes. My head hurts way too much. I lay in bed and turn on my tv, even though I can’t focus. I am too consumed with Logan. I keep picturing his dark eyes looking at me and the way he touched me. I let out a small moan and realize I’m already wet again. I reach down and feel myself and know I just can’t wait until I see him next. I flip over and reach under my bed for my favorite d***o. I turn it on and start to rub around and I grab my phone. I moan and quickly search up a p**n video under the category “b**m”. I watch a girl who’s tied up be whipped and s*****d by her “Master” and feel myself start to get close. I rub harder and harder feeling the vibrations inside of me and how sensitive he left me from last night. I look at her red a** cheeks and feel myself tightening even more. I c*m hard at the thought of him touching me like that. I let out a loud moan and lay back down satisfied. I smile to myself and decide to go back to sleep when my phone rings.

“Hi Sweets, I wanted to ask you this in person but I just couldn’t wait. Let me know if this is too forward okay? There’s a big party for the people I work with happening two weeks from today. I was wondering if you’d like to be my date? It’s really formal.”

I almost scream in excitement. He wants to take me out! He wants me to be his date to a formal event and I’m so excited I almost forget to answer.

“Yes, I’d love to!”

“You would? Oh that’s great! Okay I’ll send you the details as it comes up.”

“It’s a date.” I smile to myself, practically giddy.