He licked my clit again and my legs jerked. “Tell Daddy when you’re ready for fingers.”
“Now,” I begged. “Now, put them in me now.”
“That eager, huh? How many do you want? One?” He pushed one thick digit inside of me. It slid in easily, since I was so wet, and I gasped. “Your pussy’s quivering. Do you want another?”
I nodded.
“Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Put another finger in. I need it. I need it now.”
He shoved a second finger inside and my legs shook. Then he curled his fingers, stroking my g-spot and I felt myself go crazy. I was moaning, wantingmore more more.
“You’re so cute. So flustered. Such a needy girl. Daddy will take care of you, okay?”
“Yes, yes, please.” My entire body was tingling, and I could feel the orgasm approach.
“So wet. Can you hear that? Hear that sloppy noise while I finger fuck you?”
“D-daddy,” I whimpered.
“That’s it baby. Come for me. Come for daddy.” He lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue against my clit, and I couldn’t hold on any more. I came, my pussy clenching down on hisfingers as a wave of pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless. My heart was racing and I could feel sweat cooling on my skin.
“Good girl,” he murmured, sliding his fingers out of me and placing a final kiss on my sensitive clit. “I’m so proud of you.”
I made a contented noise, my eyes fluttering shut.
“Tired?” Logan asked.
I nodded. “I haven’t come like that in ages.”
He let out a soft chuckle, rearranged the blankets, and lay down beside me. I fell asleep like that, safe and protected in his arms.
The next morning, I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling. It took me a minute to remember where I was. Then it all came rushing back to me. Tim’s hometown. His dad’s house. Meeting Logan. The breakup on the phone. Dinner. Movie.
Then…my cheek heated as I remembered what happened hours before. Waking up with Logan hard against me.
Had that really happened? Or had it been some bizarre sex dream?
No. It had happened. I still felt tender down there, from where his thick fingers had stretched me out.
I flushed. Oh my god. What had I done? It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but how would I ever meet Logan’s eyes?
He wasn’t in bed next to me. I sat up, looking around, but there was no sign of him. I strained my ears and heard the rush of a shower.
He was up, then.
I sat in bed, not sure what to do, and a few minutes later he walked into the room fully dressed. I wasn’t sure whether to be disappointed or relieved. He was wearing dark jeans and aquarter-zip jumper and he made the simple clothes look good. Really good.
“Morning,” he said, standing in the doorway, looking uncertain.
“Morning,” I replied.
He opened his mouth, about to say something then seemed to think better of it. Silence stretched out between us. “Did you sleep well?” he said finally.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Yeah, I did.”
We looked at each other. I had no idea what else to say.
