For the Night: Complete Box Set (14 page)

‘Logan,’ she murmured against my lips. She didn’t
need to say anything else, I could feel it in her body, she was ready. I kept
kissing her as I rolled over her, careful to keep my weight off her to avoid
any unpleasant associations with the dickhead that had scared a young girl so
much she was only just losing her virginity at twenty-two. I settled between
her legs and reached down to guide myself to her tiny opening, praying I wasn’t
about to rip her in half. I felt her tense below me and pulled my face away
from hers.

‘It’s just you and me, keep your eyes on mine and
remember how good it’s going to feel after that initial discomfort wears off,
ok?’

‘Ok,’ she whispered as her body began to tremble
beneath mine.

‘Put your hands up on the pillow, palm side up,’ I
ordered. She complied immediately.
She could make an excellent submissive,
I
thought as I closed my eyes for a second to rid myself of thoughts of what I
could do to her with some of my restraints. I did something I’d never done
before, I weaved my fingers into hers and squeezed them tightly as I gave her a
reassuring smile and nudged my way into her. I think I gasped before she did,
she was so tight it was going to take every ounce of strength to try and maintain
my legendary status for stamina. The tiny high pitched cry she let out had me
swell even harder, which made her bright blue eyes as large as saucers. ‘O God,
Summer,’ I groaned as I inched my way in.

‘Logan,’ she whimpered.

‘You’re doing so well, stay with me, look into my
eyes, nearly there.’ I had to lie, if she knew I was barely a quarter of the
way in she’d panic and call it off. Now I was this close I had to have her, and
cursed the fact that I was wearing a condom. I longed to unload in her for
real, feel my seed spreading through her, surrounding my cock to then have her
suck it clean after. I groaned as I pushed in a little deeper.

‘
Logan!’
Her mewl was a little more
startled. If I didn’t get this over with, she was going to have a panic attack.

‘Summer, you feel amazing,’ I growled as I dipped
my head and kissed her to distract her. I quickly forced my way in, in one long
controlled movement and she screamed and tightened her grip on my hands as we
both breathed fast. I gently pulled almost all the way out and slid back in
again, making her cry out again as she looked at me shocked.

‘It
hurts
… you’re so big,’ she moaned as
she looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

‘The pain will ease, I promise, just stay with me
a little bit longer,’ I nodded as I kissed her again and slowly started to
move.

Summer

As he inched his way into me, I felt like I was
going to freak out. I wasn’t feeling any pleasure at the moment, just pain as
he stretched my virgin muscles to their absolute capacity.
This was supposed
to feel good,
I thought as I tried desperately not to scream my “stop” word
at him. Billions of women around the world did this every day, billions
loved
this. If I wanted children, which I did some day, I needed to do this. I wasn’t
a quitter, if I decided to do something I worked damn hard until I achieved it,
this was no different, except I had a feeling I was going to suffer for many
more days afterwards. I screamed as he broke through the tight ring of muscle
and I felt myself open up to him as a sharp pain hit me. He looked down at me
with a combination of concern and raging lust written all over his chiselled
handsome face.

‘It
hurts
… you’re so big,’ I moaned. I
could feel tears pricking my eyes as he promised the pain would go if I bared with
him. He leaned down and kissed me again, so softly. It seemed totally out of
character with his macho persona. He started to slowly thrust in and out of me
and I cramped my toes as I tried to get used to the sensation of having
something so large, so firmly wedged inside me. I could feel my internal
muscles rippling around him and tried blanking out the discomfort by focussing
on the fact that he was groaning and had a complete look of bliss written all
over his face. I bit the inside of my lip until his kisses forced me to stop.
I’d kissed a few boys in my time, always halting it if they tried to touch me,
but none of the kisses I’d experienced made me feel the way Logan’s did. He
just seemed to know exactly what he was doing and it felt sensational. I let
out a gasp as his pubic bone pressed firmly against my clit on the inward
thrusts and focussed on that pleasurable sensation before the sting of the
withdrawal hit me.

‘Summer,’ he sighed as he pulled his head back to
look at me. His grey eyes were completely alive and full of something I
couldn’t put my finger on. Concern, care, admiration? I mewled again as he hit
my clit and I lifted my hips up to meet him and watched a faint smile play on
his lips. ‘That’s it, move with me, relax your muscles and feel me filling you
so completely.’

‘Yes,’ I sighed as I flexed my pelvis again. I
wanted to break eye contact, he was
inside
me, I was kind of embarrassed
that this man I’d only meet a few hours ago was doing this to me, but every
time I looked away I felt lost and something drew me back.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned and I looked at him horrified,
wasn’t I doing this right, wasn’t he happy? ‘You’re amazing … you feel …
incredible,
’
he breathed on an exhalation, making me relax a little. My breathing started to
quicken, matching his as he started to move a little faster. He started
circling his hips as he thrust and I let out another scream, but this time it
was with pleasure.

‘
Logan,
’ I gasped and heard him groan
again. It was as if I’d just been injected with morphine, the pain suddenly
seemed insignificant to the blossoming of tingling that spread through my body.
It started right in my core, like hot water seeping outwards, bathing me in the
most amazing sensations as I felt his thickness stimulating all my interior
nerves, then that quick firm ram against my clit. My stomach muscles were
working overtime as we moved in unison, our hands tightly clenched as my mouth
started to spasm. I wanted to tell him that I was suddenly enjoying it, no,
enjoying it was too tame for what I was feeling.
Loving it
, was more
like it, but nothing was coming out except for high pitched squeals and moans
that sounded nothing like me.

‘That’s it baby, you’re coming … O God Summer,
come with me, come with me now, I want to hear my name on your lips as you
shatter,’ he instructed as his half-closed eyes looked down at mine. My whole
body suddenly tensed and went rigid as my back arched involuntarily. I screamed
at the top of my lungs as indescribable pleasure ran through me like a high
voltage and I started to quake as Logan stiffened, then groaned, as I felt him
swell and flex inside me.

‘Logan,’ I murmured as I closed my eyes and sank
back down in a completely blissed out daze. If
that
was how sex felt, I
wanted more of it. After I’d had a serious sleep and some food to build up my
energy levels again. He’d just wiped me out, completely.

Logan

I’d never experienced anything like it as I moved
inside her. She fitted me like a second skin, a skin that was probably a
fraction too tight, but that only added to the enjoyment for me. I only hoped I
wasn’t hurting her too much, bruising her internally, or it could put her off
sex again for life. I’d had so much sex over the years, especially the last
four, some downright kinky, but nothing,
nothing
compared to the way my
mind and body felt with Summer beneath me. She was starting to enjoy it now,
she’d been on the verge of quitting, I could tell, but not anymore.

Her cheeks were deeply flushed, as pink as her
soft flesh that I was abusing with my wide cock. Both sets of lips were
incredibly swollen and moist and her eyes, I could drown in those fucking
stunning Indian oceans of blue. She was looking at me with some kind of awe and
I swallowed hard, here I was having the best sex of my life, gentle bloody sex
which made it even more laughable, and she had absolutely no idea. Every word
that came out of my mouth she’d assume was a lie, because she was paying me to
be nice and make her feel special. Fuck, she
was
special, Summer
Beresford didn’t know it yet, but she had me by the balls. I hated the thought
that now I’d introduced her to the pleasures that having her body touched
sexually could bring, she’d be rushing off to try it with other men. I closed
my eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to think about it, or the fact that
I was desperate to come. I was like a fucking teenager, I’d completely lost my
renowned stamina.

‘
Ahhhh
,’ she cried as her lips started
opening and closing and her eyes gazed at me wildly as our hips moved faster.
Thank God, she was on the verge of coming. I’d never needed to offload in
someone more. Damn these fucking condoms, I’d love to have felt her hot moist
flesh surrounding me, skin on skin. There was no issue with lubrication, she
was flooding me with every cry.

‘That’s it baby, you’re coming … O God Summer,
come with me, come with me now, I want to hear my name on your lips as you
shatter,’ I ordered as I gazed down at her. I didn’t have to wait long and it
was like a damn revelation as I pumped my condom full of scorching come as she
fell apart beneath me, I didn’t want anyone else to touch her, she was
mine
.
I wanted to not only be her first, but her last.
Fuck
, I knew she’d
cause me trouble from the moment I opened her damn picture. Staying inside her,
I quickly rolled to my side, taking her with me as she continued to mewl and
tremble. I wrapped my arms around her as she nuzzled into my chest and I kissed
the top of her head over and over until her body and both of our breathings
slowed down and she gradually fell asleep in my arms, leaving me feeling
happier than I’d felt in years, possibly ever.

Logan

I just lay there, feeling
her hot body pressed up against mine, feeling the sort of relaxed contentment
I’d not felt in years. Having the sorts of varied sexual encounters I did, in
some luxurious locations, was amazing and I’d had a blast, but lately all I
could think about was that I longed to be able to be me a little more often. To
have someone who wanted the real me, not Logan the seductor, but
me.
Occasionally for someone to ask how I was feeling, to show the sort of care and
concern for me that I did for them. I wanted to be someone’s everything. I’d
love to have been that for Summer, but the moment she made that appointment it
became all about the job. There was no changing that. I was the guy she paid to
fuck her and make her feel good. Nothing more. I sighed and kissed the top of
her silky brunette hair and heard her let out a happy moan.

‘Are you awake,’ I whispered.

‘Yes,’ she whispered back.

‘How are you feeling?’

‘
Incredible,
’ she sighed making my stomach
warm. ‘That was … I had no idea.’

‘It is pretty damn amazing,’ I agreed, kissing her
again. I closed my eyes as I felt her fingers gently stroking my chest.

‘Does it feel different for you with different
women?’ she asked. I grimaced, I didn’t like talking about “work” when I was
working, let alone with her. I was supposed to be all about the scenario, don’t
mention reality, yet much as I didn’t want to, I felt compelled to explain myself.

‘Yes. With men we can get aroused and come very
easily, so usually sex, good or bad, is still sex and can make us come. But
then you get that one in a million that makes it extraordinary, that you’ll
compare everyone else to.’

‘Who was your last one in a million?’

‘You,’ I replied quietly as I felt my heart
beating faster. I could have sworn I heard her gasp a little. ‘Why don’t you go
and freshen up and I’ll make a start on some food, you must be hungry,’ I
suggested as I relaxed my grip on her and felt my damn stomach do that strange
thing again as her eyes lifted to meet mine.

‘I am,’ she nodded.

‘Then come through when you’re ready, you can
borrow my shirt to stay relaxed, rather than putting your dress back on, I’m
assuming that you didn’t squeeze the kimono I got for you into that tiny
clutch.’

‘No and … thank you, for
everything
,’ she
whispered as her eyes filled up.

‘It’s my pleasure and we’re nowhere near done.
What’s wrong?’

‘I just … I never imagined how good this could
feel, having a man touch me or hold me.’

‘It will feel even better when it’s with someone
you really care about. But for tonight, you have me and I promise you haven’t
even experienced ten percent of what pleasure you body’s capable of.’ I quickly
kissed her, and decided pulling out with no warning was the way to go. I’d gone
soft and then re-hardened in the time she’d been sleeping and I had a feeling
it was going to hurt. I gripped her hip to hold her steady and quickly pulled
back and winced as I heard her let out a cry of pain and saw her bite her lip.
‘Sorry, I’ll get you some painkillers to take the edge off it, can you take
Brufen?’

‘Yes,’ she nodded and quickly wiped some tears
from her eyes. I looked down and saw blood on my condom, evidence of her
innocence all over me. I frowned, I hated the thought of someone else with
their hands on her, making her so scared she’d not tried again until now. I was
definitely going to have to get Ian, my hacker friend, to look into the
arsehole who hurt her. I got up, turned and gave her my hand, helping her up
and pulled her to me and kissed her again, losing myself in her tender sweet
kisses as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I scooped her up as she wiped
away the last tears, squealed and giggled which made me laugh. Her laughter was
so pure and infectious and a change from the serious and uptight woman who’d
walked in the apartment earlier. I carried her to the en-suite and set her down
in the walk-in shower. ‘You’ve bled, it often happens your first time, there’s
some moist wipes on the countertop if you need them to clean up. It’s
temporary, it won’t last. I’ll see you when you’re ready,’ I advised as I
stroked her cheek and she looked up at me through her lashes and nodded. I bit
my lip and forced myself to walk away and give her some space, much as I didn’t
want to, and headed to the bathroom in the other bedroom to remove the crimson
stained condom and wash myself up alone.

Summer

I put my palms on the wall of the shower and let
the hot water cascade down my back as I giggled again. That had just been the
most amazing couple of hours of my life. I had no idea my body could feel that
good. All the years I’d shied away from men asking me out, for fear that it
would turn out like Anthony had, brutal, forceful and
scary.
Yet Logan
treated me like I was some precious flower that needed nurturing. I could see
why his fee was so high, he was worth every penny. I wondered if I could book
him again. I had a feeling one night with him, while amazing, wouldn’t be
enough to fully coax me out of my shell and turn me into a sassy confident
sexual creature, like the part that I was supposed to be portraying. I washed
my hair and soaped up my body, taking my time skimming my hands over my
breasts, amazed at the difference now I was attuned to how my body could really
feel. I was going to enjoy exploring myself in the nights to come, but while I
was here, I wanted Logan’s hands on me.

I cleaned up thoroughly and wondered if my pubic
hair had put him off, I read in the magazines that the trend was to wax it all
off, but I hadn’t seen the point given no one ever got to see it. I wondered
how many twenty-two year old virgins there were out there that were so naïve
like me. Not many I suspected. Yet Logan didn’t seem turned off by it, it seemed
to have excited him. I found my favourite brand of toiletries on the sink and
smiled, wiping off my smudged mascara and eyeliner, then cleansed and
moisturised my face, before towel drying my hair and shimming on my rather damp
knickers. I went to put on my bra, then decided I was supposed to be learning
to be sexy, so I shrugged on Logan’s shirt and just did up a few buttons at the
waist.

I hauled the collar up to my nose and breathed him
in as I closed my eyes, the man should bottle his scent and call it
Raw Sex,
my nipples had just peaked from smelling him alone. If only I’d met him in
real life, I had a feeling I could really fall for him. He wouldn’t have fallen
for me though, I bet he had stunning women throwing themselves at him all the
time. I wouldn’t be in his league, the only reason he was so attentive now was
because I was paying him. I was just another job. I sighed and tiptoed out to
find him in the open plan kitchen. He had his back to me, dressed only in his
boxers, his sculpted shoulder blades flexing as he worked. I raked my eyes up
and down his body and chewed my lip as I stopped on his delicious backside and
thighs. Logan Steele was seriously all man. And he could cook, by the smells
wafting over. Mum would love him.

‘Hey,’ I called as I stood awkwardly with my hands
behind my back. He turned around and broke into a smile that nearly bowled me
over.

‘Hey yourself. Another Champagne?’

‘That would be lovely, thank you. Can I help?’

‘I have it under control. Just do what you do best
and go and look seriously hot in my shirt on the sofa,’ he grinned.

‘Well I needed to try and compete with how hot
you’re looking in the kitchen.’

‘I look hotter in the kitchen than the bedroom?’
he teased.

‘You already know you look hot anywhere and
everywhere, Logan Steele. Don’t play the coy card with me,’ I advised with a
wink and did my best to sass my way over to the sofa. I heard his soft sexy
laugh behind me and smiled. I winced as I sat down, I definitely stung and
wondered if he was thinking of trying it again tonight, I wasn’t sure if I
could, much as I wanted too. I tucked my legs up under me as I sat in the
corner and watched him prepare my drink and bring it over. Christ, his body was
simply breath taking, I wanted to be able to touch it properly, maybe even kiss
it, even that
thing
that was creating a stretch in his boxers that would
probably never go back to the way they were before. I knew I wouldn’t revert,
he’d changed me forever.

‘Your Champagne,’ he smiled, kissing me again as
he handed it to me. I enjoyed sipping it as I watched his sexy backside moving
away. It wasn’t long before he called me to the dining table, poured me more
Champagne, which was already going to my head, and served up a three course
meal of blue cheese, pear, walnut and avocado salad, following by an asparagus
and broad bean risotto, then a delicious fig and honey tart with cinnamon ice
cream.

‘Did you buy this all in?’ I asked as I licked my
lips, feeling a whole lot better for eating.

‘No,’ he responded looking slightly affronted. ‘I
prepared it all this afternoon.’

‘You’re very good at cooking, as well as your
job.’

‘Thank you, would you like anything else to eat?’
he responded. The look on his face told me that I shouldn’t be talking about
this being a “job” so I simply shook my head. ‘Go and have a seat and we can
relax for a while until the food has gone down.’

‘Thanks,’ I gave him a smile and padded back to
the lounge, then looked back at him stunned when I heard my favourite classical
singer in the background on low, as he stood with the remote to the music
system in his hand and winked at me. He wasn’t good at his job, he was
amazing.
How did he know these things? Damn him being a bloody escort. He’d be
absolutely perfect boyfriend material, I think even Dad would approve, assuming
he knew nothing about his choice of career and how we’d met. He’d kill both of
us.