Snake Eater - THE BRAVO BOYS [book three]

Chapter FIFTEEN

Shelby Quinn

"Wait- Wait, wait! We cant-" I gasp, my anticipation overflowing as I cast an anxious glance over my shoulder to see the glowing demonic light of the unleashed beast behind me.. I've never known a man to go from so straight laced to sensually savage in less than a second and the headyness of his lust consumes all my logic.. I can't tell right from wrong or up from down around him and the unknown of what is to come sends an exhilarating flutter through my femininity.. Logan's eyes burn dark as honeyed coals as he admires me beneath the sunset lighting that streams through the window to paint my skin in a soft dewy pink.. Together we pant in unison, his breath ragged as he rubs the tip of his aggressively rigid thickness against my exposed wanting wetness and my head sloshes with wild thoughts and warm whiskey..

I know it's a mistake to let him touch me the way he does, but it doesn't feel like one I would ever regret..
No, Logan Nash is a mistake I have been dying to make.

"You keep saying 'we cant'--" Logan grunts in frustration, drawing back with an impressive restraint, his hands settling on either side of my ass to squeeze, hard and impatient.. "But you got a funny way of showing it.."

"No you idiot- I mean- Have you got protection?" I question sharply, in just as much of a hurry as him.. I can barely remember the last time I got laid it was so long ago, sometime before my last deployment when I had gone bar hopping to quell the loneliness in my soul.. Honestly, it hadn't been anything as exciting as this.. Just some empty one night stand who meant nothing..
Not that Logan means anything to me..
He's just so frustratingly sexy that any woman with half a mind would want to be in this position.. On her knees on his living room floor with her panties around her ankles..

That doesn't make him special or this trist significant.. I just want to experience his dick.. There is no need to attach strings..

At least, that's what I tell myself..
It's just sex..

"I'm clean.." He affirms, stroking a hand over my round backside, appearing to appreciate the contour.. "Aren't you?"

I nod, suppressing an exasperated growl of offence.. "Yes obviously, but what about-"

Logan leans over me to inspect the scars carved across my back and I drop down to my elbows to escape his scrutinising eyes before he sighs.. "You don't gotta worry about that.. I can't."

"You can't what?" Seeing the flash of doubt that crosses his calming demeanor, I sit up to tuck my feet beneath my butt as he falls back to his haunches, clearly uncomfortable with the topic..

"You know.." Logan shrugs.. "I can't have kids.."

I squint at him in doubt, wondering if this is just one of those things that men say because they don't want to put on a rubber.. "Are you sure?"

"As sure as a steel blade in a barn, Barbie.." Logan rubs the back of his neck, his gaze ashamedly drifting away from mine.. "I can run to the store if you don't believe me-"

Logan makes a move to reach for his pants and I stop him with a hold on his wrist.. "Hold on- you mean that the COD did that to you?" I glance down to his junk, seeing an inch-long scar along the side of his testicle..

He blows out a wry breath of amusement.. "Hell, Barbie, that ain't even the worst of it.. Look, if you don't wanna do this-"

"No! No, I want to, Loagn.." I shake my head, a tender guilt touching the coldness in my chest to heat it up as I scoot around to face him.. "I just- I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me.."

"And what idea is that, Barbie?" He smirks..

"That I do this kind of thing all the time.. Because I don't.." My hands climb his chest to knead at the tight muscle of his shoulders.. "I don't want you to think I'm just some easy lay.."

His hard stare tenderises as he reaches out to twist the end of my pony tail around his fingers.. "Shelby, Sweetheart, ain't nothing about you is easy.. You're the most difficult damn woman I've ever met.."

The tension shatters and that fun flirty atmosphere returns to curl around me, encouraging me into his arms..

"Hey!" I shove him in the chest with a giggle.. "You dick!"

"You love it.." He laughs.. "Now shut that smart mouth before I stick my cock in it and turn your ass back around.."

Fighting my initial instinct to argue I grit my teeth and turn my back to him, soon feeling the warmth of his breath on my neck before his raspy whisper meets my ear.. "Touch yourself.."

My hands slide over my thighs towards the tingle in between them and Logan watches over my shoulder as I start to rub circles over my clit, my legs tensing and twitching at the sensual friction..

"Good girl.." Logan croons his praises as his fingers trail through my hair.. "Now, taste yourself and tell me how it is.."

"Really?" I scoff but he winds his first around my ponytail to pull my head back until his mouth claims mine, kissing me rough and deep..

"Do as your fucking told, Barbie.." He snarls..

Our eyes remain locked together, burning with an intense heat as I lift two slickened fingers to my mouth and suck them for his amusement.. The flavour of my own arousal coats my tongue, salty-sweet.

"How do you taste?" He asks with a titillating hum of humour..

"Im- delicious.." I shiver as his free hand slinks around my waist to dip between my legs where he finds my entrance.. I gasp as he plunges two digits inside me before he withdraws his hand and licks his own fingers clean..

"You sure are.." He groans in rapture.. "Put your hands behind your back.."

It's like he has me hypnotised.
I want to tell him to go fuck himself with all his commands, but I don't want him to stop toying with me, so instead I fold my arms dutifully behind my back and with that he lifts me up and throws me down, bent in half on my knees.. One hand on the back of my neck presses my cheek into the sofa and the other locks my wrists behind my back and in a split second I am stuffed with his angry cock thrusting deep and fast into my aching pussy, stretching me out and filling me up..

It's electric and erotic madness, unhinged and out of control out bodies slam together, over and over to the pace of a punishing rhythm as Logan grunts.. "Fuck-yes-take it, Barbie!"

All sense of propriety is lost and my mind becomes a flurry of hot, dirty desire.. "I want your cock, Logan! Give it to me!" I whimper and his grip on my wrists tightens.. "More! More!"

"I never thought I'd hear you talk like that, Barbie.." He groans as his pounding intensifies.. "Mmhh- Run that nasty little mouth for me.."

"Ooh-" I moan as my inner walls clamp down to milk the pleasurable ridges of his dick.. "I need you deep, that big cock can barely fit in my tight little pussy, huh? Is it too tight?"

I've never been one to talk dirty.. Really I never usually talk at all during sex, bit something about Logan lowers all my inhabitons.. I don't care what he thinks, I can say anything I want without fear of judgement and that freedom feels so liberating..

Logan groans as if my words are candy coated and I feel the swell of his stiffness grow inside me.. "Fuck yeah.. Your pretty little cunt is so damn tight,.."

"Mmhh- give it to me.. All of it.." At my gasping command he forces himself deeper and I gasp in shock that there is any more of him to give.. "Fuck, that feels so fucking good!"

"You gonna come on this cock, Barbie? Mmh- Yeah- Soak me, Baby.. Don't hold nothing back.." He urges my release, reaching around to press two firm fingertips against my clit.. The pressure alone is intense but when he starts to flick my swollen bean up and down I lose myself to the climax that he elicits.. His jackhammer ramming never relents, as his stamina spikes and my orgasm overflows to gush all over his cock.. My body melts against the cushions and my limbs fall slack.. Sizzling sparkles explode down in my lower belly, shooting through every nerve until I can't breathe and he delivers a hot sticky creampie deep into my sensitive velvet pocket..