Stranded with a Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #1)(25)

Logan’s mouth moved along her jaw, and then she felt him take her earlobe in his teeth and gently tongue it. A gasp escaped her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Like that?” he asked softly, and repeated the motion.

She bit back the moan rising in her throat and gave a small, jerky nod.

He nibbled on it for a moment longer and then slid his tongue down into the hollow underneath her ear and down her neck, causing shivers to move over her skin. His weight shifted, and she felt his c*ck press hard against her p**sy, then rub up and down against it through her boy shorts. A whimper escaped her throat and she automatically lifted her hips, slipping her panties down and locking her legs around him.

“Like that?” he asked again.

“Just like that,” she breathed, rocking her h*ps against him. He felt so good, and she hadn’t had sex in so long. Dear God, if casual sex felt this nice, why wasn’t she having it more often?

His hand slid between their bodies, and she felt him tug at her Bahamas T-shirt. “Let’s take this off.”

She nodded, and he pulled it up to her neck. Then she began some creative wiggling to tug it over her head while still lying on the ground. All the while, she felt him slide farther down her body, and then his mouth latched on to her nipple, tonguing it.

Bront? moaned, a jolt of pleasure moving through her at the touch. Her hands went to his shoulders, rubbing, then digging her nails in as he flicked at her nipple with his tongue before moving over to her other breast and beginning to nuzzle it. A hot ache bloomed between her legs, and she moaned again, unable to bite back her pleasure. His mouth was so skilled. She raked her nails across his shoulders, encouraging him.

He sucked hard on her other nipple and then released it with an audible pop. Dazed, she stared down at him in time to see him lightly flick his tongue over the wet tip, then look up at her. “Your br**sts are beautiful. I’ve been wanting to play with them all afternoon.” His hand gripped her breast, thumb grazing her nipple even as he leaned over the other one again. “Watching them nak*d and glistening with water was driving me mad.”

She drove him crazy? He was driving her mad. At his words, she arched underneath him, thrusting her br**sts in the air so he could have full access to them, and was not disappointed when he pinched the tip of one at the same time that he licked the other. A bolt of pleasure shot straight to her sex, and her legs tightened around his torso. Her voice was breathy. “Logan.”

“Love it when you say my name,” he murmured, his lips moving against her nipple.

“Oh, Logan,” she moaned when he nibbled at the tip again. “God, you feel so incredibly good.”

“Let’s see,” he murmured, pressing a kiss between her br**sts. His hand left her breast and skated down her belly, then lower, to her mound. A hot, thick finger slid between her folds. “Definitely wet.”

She was. She was wetter than she ever remembered being with a man. And she was so turned on that she ached inside, her sex clenching as if she needed something—or someone—buried deep within her. “Oh, God.”

“Logan,” he murmured, and nipped her breast even as he slid that finger in and out of her p**sy. “I want you to say my name again while I’m touching you.”

“Logan,” she breathed, the word turning into a whimper when his slick finger moved to her cl*t and began to rub it. Her h*ps rocked involuntarily, and she clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into the tattoo on his biceps. His touch felt so amazing that her entire body seemed one big bundle of nerve endings, and they were all connected to the clitoris that he was rubbing and rolling under his fingers. Hot tension began to climb through her body, and she moaned low in her throat, her legs tightening around him. “I—I’m going to—”

“Come.” He made it sound like a command more than a question, and as he spoke, his fingers worked over her cl*t even faster, circling quickly.

She cried out as her entire body stiffened in her orgasm, then bit her lip to hold back as he continued to rub at her cl*t in slow, teasing circles that made her orgasm seem to last forever. Her entire body was quivering when she finally came down, and she noticed her nails had made half-moons into his shoulder. “Oh,” she breathed, removing her hand. “I’m so sorry.”

He leaned in and kissed her, hard and possessive. “About what?”

“Y-your shoulder,” she said, bewildered. “I’m hurting you.”

“You’re not hurting me, Bront?,” he said, and kissed her hungrily again, making the flames lick through her belly once more. With his hand, he dragged her arms back around his neck and then flexed his hips, surging forward until his c*ck rested against her nak*d p**sy, and rubbed there. He was incredibly hard and thick, and she made a low whimper at the feel of him through his boxers. “I want you to keep touching me. I don’t care if you claw up my back.” He tugged at her lower lip with his teeth and then whispered against her mouth, “I like your reactions. They feel real to me.”

Another laugh bubbled up in her throat, and she wrapped her arms around his neck again. “I’m not very good at faking these things. Sorry to disappoint you.”

“Not disappointed,” he said, rocking his h*ps against hers in a slow, circular motion that made her entire body follow the movement, her legs sliding back around his h*ps again. “And I know you weren’t faking.”