Stranded with a Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #1)(28)

The sound she made in response was a low moan.

His c*ck felt as hard as granite, and it rubbed against her limbs when she shifted in the bed. He wanted to pull her full against him, feel the press of her flesh against his cock, but he was enjoying her unconscious reactions a bit too much at the moment. His thumb skimmed over the hard nub of her breast again, rolling it back and forth as he continued to kiss Bront?’s neck.

The woman was definitely a heavy sleeper, Logan thought with amusement. He nipped lightly at her shoulder, and when she rolled onto her back, he leaned down to take the stiff tip of her breast into his mouth.

Bront? moaned again, and her hands went to his hair, digging into his scalp. “Mmm, Logan.”

He flicked her nipple with his tongue. “I was wondering what it’d take to wake you up.”

“That’s a good way,” she said dreamily. Her fingers played with his hair.

“It’s a shame you woke up before I had to resort to more insistent tactics.”

“Oh?” She slid a hand down his stomach and played her fingers over his cock. It twitched in response to the light touch. “What did you have in mind?”

“Burying my face between your legs and licking your p**sy until you came.”

The breath shuddered from her lungs.

He nipped at her breast again. Too quiet. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I should have slept a bit longer,” she said, and then laughed at herself. “I miss all the good stuff.”

Logan kissed down her belly, licking at her belly button. “I can be persuaded.”

“Oh?”

He dropped his mouth lower, to the curve of her hips, and placed a hand on her inner thigh. He felt her quiver of response, as if his touch simply drove her wild with anticipation. “You could . . . ask.”

“Is that all it takes?” She gave another breathy laugh, and then her fingers dug in his hair again. “Please, Logan. I’ll be so good to you.”

Her breathy, sexy voice made his balls tighten and his c*ck throb with need. Damn. She was good at that. He lowered his head and, as promised, buried his face in her soft flesh. He felt her entire body stiffen in surprise, and she gave a startled cry when his tongue swiped between her plump labia.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” she said, and her voice sounded nervous.

Too intimate for her, perhaps? He wanted to please her, though. Logan nuzzled her softly. “You taste amazing.” She did, too. Like sex and Bront? and a hint of sea salt. He wanted more of her on his tongue, so he parted her p**sy lips with one finger and lowered his mouth to lap at her clit.

“Oh.” Her fingers twisted in his hair, pulling a little. “Logan, I don’t know. I . . .” Her protests trailed off as he continued to lick her clit, hardening the tip of his tongue into a point and circling it around the little bud.

“Do you want me to stop?” He let the words play over her skin. “Are you uncomfortable?” At the end of the last word, he let his hot breath fan over her flesh.

She moaned in response, and he felt her thighs quiver. “Never mind,” she told him breathlessly. “Keep going.”

Good. She was letting herself relax and enjoy this. It was a shame it wasn’t brighter in the stairwell—he wanted to see her expression. He’d just have to go by the sounds she made, and the feel of her body against his.

He continued tonguing at her cl*t and brushed a finger over the opening of her sex. It was slick and wet, a sign that she was enjoying his attentions. Logan slid a finger in deep and thrust it in time with his tongue strokes.

He could feel her squeeze around his finger, heard the half-sobbed whimper that escaped her throat. His c*ck throbbed in response, painfully hard and acutely in need. But he wanted her to be ready.

Logan thrust a second finger in with his first, circling them inside her. She was tight, and he remembered that she’d needed a moment the night before. Today, he wasn’t going to pull out of her. He’d sink in deep and let her clench around him as she came, because nothing felt better than that.

He tongued her again, faster, and she stiffened. “Logan,” she cried out. “I’m so close.”

He pulled away, then, ignoring her cry of protest, and tore open the condom. Her hands reached for him, caressing his c*ck and his chest, stroking him with greedy, desperate motions.

And then it was on, and he adjusted himself between her widespread legs and thrust home.

Bront? gave a keening cry in response, her nails digging into his shoulders in that mix of pleasure and pain he was starting to associate with her. She felt so much that she had to take it out on him, and he’d gladly receive the punishment she doled out.

He began to drive into her, not caring that he was being rough or that his motions weren’t fluid. They were brutal and primal, and she clung to him with each forceful push, crying out his name. He concentrated on her responses, waiting for the right moment for his release, because he was so damn close that he ached.

And there it was. Bront?’s p**sy clenched, and her voice broke on a wild gasp, and then her muscles tightened around him even more. It felt amazing, and he surged again, feeling his own body respond. He came inside her, thrusting hard until he felt drained from his response, and then collapsed onto the bed next to her.

She immediately rolled over and clung to him, her own breathing shallow and ragged. To his surprise, she leaned over and kissed his mouth. “Good morning.”