“Keep it up until I finish,” he said in her ear.
Oh, but she couldn’t. It was too much. She wasn’t used to the added stimulation of a cock thrusting into her as she came. The pleasure was intense. Overwhelming. Her entire body was shaking with pleasure.
“Rub it out, baby,” he demanded. “Don’t stop.”
Her fingers began to move against her clit, sending her into a state of euphoria she hadn’t known existed. She was only partially aware of being pressed face down on the sofa with her hand trapped beneath her body so she could keep touching herself and of the loud cries of pleasure bursting from her throat and Logan’s answering cries as he worked toward his own orgasm. She was fixated on the intensifying and receding waves of friction as her pussy clenched rhythmically on Logan’s hard, thick cock. Her body began to twitch as she rubbed herself and rubbed herself and he fucked her and fucked her. His strokes stilled suddenly when he shoved into her balls deep and shuddered against her with a loud cry. She slowed the rapid stroking of her clit and groaned as her body shook with continued waves of pleasure.
“Best. Pussy. Ever.” Logan punctuated his words with hard thrusts.
She laughed softly, still shaking. He collapsed on her back.
“Was it good for you?” he asked with a self-serving chuckle.
“Not bad,” she teased.
“Not bad? Damn, woman. I thought your pussy was going to suck my dick clean off my body you were coming so hard.” He kissed her shoulder, nuzzled his face into her hair, and gave her breast a gentle squeeze.
“Did it hurt?” she asked.
He laughed. “In that way you think you might die from too much pleasure.”
“That’s how it was for me too.” She shifted her hand out from under her body. It was slick with her fluids.
“Just so you know—since you’re not very experienced and all—what we have here isn’t normal.”
Great. Something else that was abnormal about her. “I’ll do better. You just have to teach me what to do.”
“Better? Woman, if you do any better, they’re going to have to check me into a hospital.”
She’d always imagined she’d feel some profound, psychological connection with her partner after sex. But lying squashed under Logan’s hard and heavy naked body, absolutely nothing insightful stirred her soul. Nope, the only emotion washing over her was exquisite joy. And maybe a little love.
Okay, a lot of love. Overwhelming, tummy-fluttering, breath-stealing, thought-shattering love.
At least she thought that was what she was feeling.
But she wasn’t foolish enough to tell him that.
Seventeen
Logan jammed his foot into his shoe and tied his laces. He scowled at Toni, who’d managed to get one leg in her panties, but was now lying on her side on the sectional, her face squashed and her eyes closed.
“Come on,” he said. “Get dressed. The party has started without us.”
“I’m not going,” she murmured. “Too tired.”
He took her foot in one hand and slipped it through the empty leg hole of her panties, which he didn’t notice were wrong side out until he had them drawn up to her knees.
“You have to come,” he said, removing her underwear and turning them right side out before starting over. “I want to see what you’re like when you’re drunk.”
She opened one eye to look at him. “This is pretty much what it looks like, but with more vomiting.”
He was hoping that pouring a little alcohol down her throat would loosen her up a little. Open her shell.
“Don’t you need to see what an after-party is like for the book?”
“Yeah,” she said.
Ha, he knew he’d get her to accompany him somehow.
“But not tonight,” she said. “I’m exhausted. I need sleep.”
“So you’d rather stay here on the bus by yourself than go to a party with me?” Was he pouting? He was pouting. What the actual fuck?
“Actually, I’d rather you stay here with me.” She patted the sofa cushion beside her.
“Fuck, woman,” he said with a crooked grin. “And I thought I was the horniest person on this tour.”
“Not for sex,” she murmured, her voice slurred. “For sleep.”
“You just have to stay for a little while.”
“An hour?” she bargained.
An hour? How much partying did she think she could accomplish in an hour? He supposed she wasn’t used to keeping up with him. Yet. He’d let her get off with an hour this time, but he’d keep her out until dawn at the next party. The woman needed to get out and have a little fun. Under his supervision, of course. He didn’t want any other man to discover what fantastic blow jobs she gave.
“Fine,” he said. “But I’ll probably stay out later than that.”
She rolled over and tugged her panties up her thighs, and then continued to lie there half asleep. By the time she was dressed and the two of them left the bus, they’d missed out on at least an hour of fun.
The bar the tour had borrowed for the evening’s festivities was jam-packed from wall to wall. Those who couldn’t get inside were having their own little party in the parking lot. He lifted a hand to people he recognized as they called out greetings to him. Logan scarcely noticed the two members of the security team who escorted them from the bus to the bar entrance. He was so used to them being there in his shadow, that it was natural to be followed. Toni kept glancing back at them, though, as if they were stalkers, not protection. There were plenty of yellow shirts mixed with the crowd inside as well, but they were there to make sure their employers didn’t get hurt, not to get in the way of their good time.
Logan took Toni’s hand and led her through the crush of bodies. He knew almost every person in the place, so he got stopped often on his way to the bar.
“Who is this?” Matt Chesterfield asked, his British roots made apparent by his accent.
“This is Toni. Toni this is—”
“Matt Chesterfield,” Toni said, reaching out to shake Matt’s hand. “Lead singer of Riott Actt.”
Matt raised an eyebrow at Logan. “Girlfriend?”
Logan’s brow crumpled. Why would he think that? Sure, he and Toni were holding hands, but Logan always had a girl or two on his arm and no one had ever mistaken one of them for his girlfriend. “No, just friends. She’s writing a book about Exodus End. I figured she’d want to see what one of these after-parties is like.”