Virgin for the Night (For The Night #2) (5 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 rubber. 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 have a 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 bore 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
and 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 rubbers, 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 rubber 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 and 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 and wiped off my smudged mascara and eyeliner
and 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 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.