In Between The Alphas
Chapter 72

I had to physically push Logan away. He had given me an Orgasm with his mouth and even as I thought that I would not be able to have another one, he set in and pushed me over the brink again.

As if that wasn't enough, he kept lapping at me, his eyes closed in bliss as if he had found his new favorite flavor.

He actually enjoyed it-was enjoying it. Going down on me, I mean. And he'd done it simply because he wanted to, because he wanted to make me feel good.

I didn't know what to make of that. Did men like him actually exist? Or had I conjured him up from my thoughts?

As I stared at his Greek-like body as he lifted himself off me, coming to his knees, at his smooth tan skin glistening in the low light from the TV, at his glossy black hair and his sculpture-worthy face, I believed he was. Maybe I had conjured him out of my thoughts, because it wasn't possible that a man like this was real and that he was mine.

But he was mine. And I wanted him. I wanted to touch him. Feel him. I needed to touch him. I needed to confirm he was flesh and blood.

I was breathing heavily and my legs felt like jelly, so I didn't know where I found the energy to lift myself off the bed to a sitting position.

Slowly, hesitantly, I shoved my hand under his shirt, feeling across the indentations on his abdomen before dragging my hands up to his chest, running my fingers along the packed muscles.

He hissed in a breath, releasing it on a groan when my pinkie finger grazed his right n!pple. Holding his gaze, I did it again and he groaned, stealing my lips in a k!ss.

He whipped his shirt over his head, baring his upper body to me. Words couldn't explain what the sight of his body did to me. Logan was big; big and hard everywhere. My eyes dropped to the tent in his jeans.

Definitely everywhere,

As if my gaze there reminded him that he was still wearing jeans, he undid the button, rolling down the zipper and shoving the jeans down his legs, sitting to drag them off his legs before turning to face me, grey eyes ablaze. He knelt in front of me, his muscles rippling with the movement and I watched, fascinated.

Unable to help myself, my eyes dropped to the straining bit of him; the hard flesh between his legs that jerked before her very eyes, bobbing up to touch his belly button.

That was so hot.

"You're looking at it." Logan's voice was gruff. "Do you want to touch it?"

My cheeks became hot. I nodded. "Can I?"

"Yes." Then he groaned, "Fvck, yes. Touch it. Wrap your hands around it."

I didn't need to be told twice. Tentatively, I wrapped my hand around him, surprised to feel the smooth yet rough skin of him. The roughness, I realized, was because of the long hard veins that ran along his length.

I worked him up and down, adding my other hand because I couldn't cover the girth with just one hand.

"Yes, just like that." Logan said, the words coming out on a ragged exhale, his eyes drifting closed. "Good girl."

The praise sent a rush of heat to my center and I whimpered, grinding down on the bed slowly.

His eyes flared open when he felt the tip of my tongue touching his dick and he leaned h!ps backward and away from my mouth.

"I want it in my mouth." I protested and a muscle popped in his jaw, telling me how tightly he was keeping himself in control.

"Later." He told me, pushing me back on the bed and settling between my thighs. "Now, I want to fvck you."

My heart stopped, and then started back up with a vengeance, the words turning me on more than I thought words ever could. But also, I was a little bit hesitant.

"Can I?" He asked grey eyes intense and earnest; so incredibly patient with me.

Shoving my fear aside, I said, "Just take it a bit slow."

His eyes narrowed at that, but before he could say anything, I kissed him, lifting my h!ps to rub against his dick. He groaned, immediately lining himself up at my entrance. But before he shoved in, he pulled away, holding my gaze then he entered me slowly.

My lips parted at the sheer size of him when the head finally entered. But then he brought his hand between us just above where we were joined and started playing with my cl!t. The slight pain ebbed, turning into a slight feeling of fullness and then slowly, very slowly, he pushed in and he was finally in me; completely, so deep.

I moaned when he flicked my cl!t and then he dove in, swallowing my sounds in a kiss as he started to move.

It wasn't wild. It was slow, deep and so good my eyes rolled back in my head.

He changed the angle, picking one of my legs and hooking it over his h!p and with his second hand, he lifted my a*s up off the bed.

He was so deep this way, touching parts of my insides that I didn't know existed. He rolled his h!ps and hit a certain spot that had be gasping, my head rolling to the side and my mouth falling open.

He did it again and again and again, never not watching me as he moved. The intensity of our lovemaking and his skillfulness had me hurtling towards the edge again.

Three Orgasms in one night?

"Look at me." He said, and I did. He stared into my eyes as he hit that spot inside me and that finally pushed me over the edge, my eyes squeezing shut.

He groaned as my walls spasmed around him and a minute later, he followed, groaning my name as he cl!maxed.

He kissed me before rolling off me, his hands at his side and his eyes on the ceiling. His forehead was sweaty from exertion, his hair sticking to it messily. It was so s3xy.

When we had both finally caught our breaths, he turned to me, "Are you good?"

I nodded, a smile on my face. I was pretty staring at him with my heart in my eyes, but I didn't care.

He pulled me into him, placing my head on his chest as he stared up at the ceiling, running his hand softly through my hair. I could almost purr.

I listened to the steady beat of his hand, so thrown. Who knew s3x could be like this?

As if he had somehow read my mind, Logan asked, "Before when you asked me to go slow, you looked a little pensive."

I decided to tell him the truth. "Jake- Hunter was a bit... rough." It's still weird knowing that all those things happened with Hunter and not Jake. "He would have s3x with me even when I didn't want to." He tensed, his eyes darkening with anger. "That's not s3x, Charlotte. That's r**e."

I knew that he was going to be pissed. That was why I didn't want to tell him. I didn't want to ruin such a perfect night.

"I don't want to talk about him, Logan. Please."

Eventually, he relaxed and he went back to stroking my hair. I placed my hand on his chest, content to just lie there with him.

"Was I too rough?" He asked me after a while and I shook my head.

"Are you sore?"

"A bit." I answered honestly, "But I expected that since it's been a while."

I felt his nod even though I didn't look up at him. He pulled the sheets over us and I let the sound of his heartbeat pull me into sleep.

Just before I drifted into sleep, I heard him say something, but the words were too low for me to piece them together.

Sated and as happy as I could ever be, I slept.