Blue Blooded (15 page)

“Family,” she said automatically, her eyebrows raised in question. Why would she need a safe word to give a blow job? Besides, it wasn't as if she could talk with his dick between her lips.

Not for the first time in the past couple of days, he read her expression. “If your mouth is busy and you need to stop, snap your fingers.” At her shuddered breath, he hooked his hands under her armpits and pulled her to her feet before hurtling himself out of his seat. He tugged her to the aisle of the plane, then, with his hands on both her shoulders, pushed her gently to the floor again. “I'm gonna teach you how to please me.”

Rather than offend her, the demand sent shivers down her arms and across her chest, hardening her nipples. Still, as she unbuttoned his pants, she rolled her eyes, not wanting him to see the power he had over her. Right now, she was supposed to be in charge. “I know how to give a blow job.”

He held her chin firmly between his thumb and index finger, tilting her face up. “Don't want a blow job. Giving me a blow job requires you to think. Puts you in control.”

Her eyes widened. This was about his pleasure, not hers. He was the one who was supposed to lose control. Her lips parted in protest, but he hushed her by plunging his thumb between them.

He smiled darkly at her. “I'm taking that control from you. Now, unzip me and pull out my cock. I'm dying to get inside that hot sassy mouth of yours and fuck your face.”

Tremors raced down her spine to her pussy. She worked over a swallow, the crude vision of Logan using her mouth for his own pleasure playing in her head like a pornographic movie. It was filthy. Repugnant. Wrong.

Wrong had never felt so right.

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LOWLY UNZIPPING HIS
pants, she was filled with as much anticipation as opening up a birthday present. By the time she got to his boxer briefs, she'd had enough of slow. She yanked down his pants to the floor and stared at the covered erection in front of her. She could see the outline of his cock through his underwear, and although she'd yet to see it, she could tell it was much larger than average. Wanting to know how much larger and too impatient to wait, she rubbed her knuckles over it, feeling it jump from her touch.

Logan ripped her hand away. “I didn't tell you to use your hands on me.” He grabbed her other hand and set both of them on the sides of his hips. “Get me naked now, Rach. I'm done playing.”

One touch of his cock over his underwear, and he thought she was playing? She thought briefly about showing him what playing meant, but this wasn't about her. It was about pleasing him, and if that meant following every one of his domineering commands, she'd do it. She was just as eager to take him in her mouth as he was to get there.

She drew his underwear down his solid thighs until they joined his pants on the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. Spreading his legs a bit, he placed a hand on top of her head.

His thick cock bobbed in front of her, the tip of it springing toward his belly button. It was darker than the rest of his skin, as if blushing from the blood that was coursing through it. A drop of precome dripped from the slit, running down the underside of his tip. How would it taste? She inhaled, taking in the spicy musk of his arousal.

“Open that mouth of yours, gorgeous.” The hand on her head remained, his fingers tangling into her hair, while the other hand wrapped around the base of his dick.

Knowing he'd fill her mouth completely, she opened it wide as he fed his cock to her inch by inch.

“That's it,” he crooned. “Wrap those lush lips of yours around my cock and take as much as I give you.”

The breadth of his cock stretched her lips as far as they could comfortably go. The taste of his precome hit her tongue, its slight saltiness reminding her of the ocean they'd left behind in Florida.

Before he got to the back of her throat, he stopped his intrusion, his hands moving to her cheeks. “Ah, yeah. You're such a good girl. Now keep your head just like that while I slide my cock along that tongue.”

Her pussy's walls quivered at his words, her arousal drenching her panties. She'd never been so turned on from pleasuring someone else. Until now, she would've never imagined it was possible. But hearing the breathlessness in his voice, seeing the flare of excitement in his eyes, tasting his tangy precome on her tongue, made her feel powerful even as he controlled her. She didn't have to think or worry about whether he was enjoying it. He showed her with every thrust, every word he uttered, every low groan. And because of that, she was free to lose herself in the moment. She may not want a man to control her outside of sex, but judging by her body's response to his domination of her, submitting to him aroused her.

He pumped slowly in and out of her mouth, careful not to gag her. “Slide your hand under your bra and squeeze your tits for me.”

Following his directive, she hummed around his cock, the pressure she exerted on her breast relieving a bit of the building ache in them.

“You like to play so much, why don't you play with that hard nipple that's been teasing me.”

She pinched her nipple and rolled it between her fingers, her eyes practically rolling back in her head from the darts of pleasure zipping from her nipple to her pulsing clit.

As if he was losing a bit of his control, Logan increased his pace, his fingers pressing harder into her cheeks. “Later, I'm gonna tie you to the bed, bind your breasts, and then I'm gonna slide my cock between them and fuck you that way. Come all over that pretty face of yours.” He tapped her cheek. “You like that idea? Does it make you wet to think about me using your body to get myself off? 'Cause I'm gonna do it.”

She closed her eyes and surrendered to the moment, consuming every filthy word he spoke and picturing the fingers on her nipple were his.

“There's not a single part of you I'm not going to mark with my come,” he murmured. “It'll be dripping out of you, I'm gonna fill you so good.” He exhaled as if imagining it. “Are you aching for me? Does your greedy pussy want my cock?”

She couldn't speak or nod her head, so by pleading with her eyes and humming in accord, she attempted to convey to him how much she wanted his cock inside her right then.

He groaned, picking up her message loud and clear. “I want to see how much you want it. Show me. Rub your fingers on the outside of your pussy and get them nice and shiny. Don't touch your clit or put your fingers inside you. You're gonna have to wait for me to do that.”

Oh, God, she was never going to survive if he made her wait much longer. She eagerly slid the hand she wasn't using on her breast into her pants and underneath her panties, not surprised to find herself slick and slippery with her pussy's moisture.

“I can hear how wet you are,” he said after a minute of her running her fingers up and down her slit. “Now I want to see it.”

She pulled her hand out of her panties and held it up over her head.

Logan licked his lips. “Oh yeah, you're desperate for me to make you come, aren't you? Soon, Tiger. I'm almost there.” He ceased thrusting and withdrew from her mouth, grasping her hand and wrapping it around his cock. “Paint my dick with your juices.”

She glided her hand up and down the length of him, coating him in her arousal.

He tapped her cheek again and stayed her hand. “Open.” He pushed his cock between her lips and pumped it into her mouth at a quicker and jerkier pace than before. “Taste yourself. Taste good?” he asked breathlessly.

To answer his question, she hollowed her cheeks to increase the suction around him. Drips of his salty preejaculate splashed on her tongue, mixing in with the spice of her juices.

Logan's legs trembled. “Fuck, I'm gonna come.” He tangled his fingers into her hair and left the other on her cheek as his cock twitched and shots of hot come jettisoned into her mouth. “Drink it down. Drink it all down.”

She swallowed over and over, the endless streams of come sliding down her throat. As if he'd finished a marathon, Logan breathed heavily, the tension of his muscles visibly more relaxed and his eyes sleepy. When his dick slipped from her mouth, she looked up at him and smiled.

Damn it, he'd been right. There was a big difference between a blow job and face-fucking. Face-fucking had made her horny as hell. Amazing what the loss of control and some dirty talk could do to her. It was almost as good as coming herself, but her body was still hanging on the precipice, waiting for the touch to take her over the edge.

He turned and went over to the seats, giving her a great view of his perfectly muscled ass. He bent slightly, reclining the back of one of the seats before striding to her and lifting her to her feet. He led her to the seat and playfully pushed her into it. “Lie back.”

Like a man on a mission, he went straight to work on getting her out of her pants and divesting her of her soaked panties. He dropped to his knees and hooked her legs on each of his shoulders, opening her to his heated gaze. He'd seen her like this before, but since the last time she'd been blindfolded, it was the first time she got to witness the hunger in his eyes as his mouth descended onto her pussy and his tongue made contact with her swollen, exposed clit.

“Oh, God. Fuck me, you taste sweet,” he said between licks.

Her eyelids began to close, but she forced them to remain open, not wanting to miss a moment of watching this dominant man eat her pussy as if she were a delicacy. Hot liquid pleasure flowed outward from her core as he stroked her bundle of nerves with his tongue.

She reached for climax, but despite the winding tension building between her thighs, her mind continued to throw up roadblocks, preventing her from truly surrendering. Maybe she should fake it as she had with some of the others. Clearly by his demonstration the other night, it wasn't Logan's fault if she couldn't climax.

He lifted his mouth from her pussy and glared at her. “I can tell I lost you, Tiger. Guess I need to remind you who holds the control right now.” He slid two thick fingers into her slick channel and curled them upward. “You ever had a man play with your G-spot, baby?”

She shook her head. G-spots were a myth like Santa Claus and happy marriages. At least when it came to her. A few guys had tried to find it, but apparently she didn't have one.

Logan shifted his fingers a touch and smiled, his cock lengthening against his thigh. “Ah, there it is.”

His fingers tapped a spot inside her. A bolt of lightning electrified her cunt, and her body thundered in response, shaking uncontrollably. “No, no.” The foreign sensation was too intense.

He tsked at her, increasing the rate of the tapping. “You don't say no to me. I want you to come this way, and unless you say the safe word, you're gonna do it. Don't analyze it. Just feel it. I'm getting hard again just from the feel of your pussy walls tightening around my fingers. You're so slick. So hot. Gonna feel like heaven on my cock.”

Her hands gripped the seat. She couldn't catch her breath. “Logan?”

“I'm here,” he said reassuringly. “You're safe. I'll catch you when you fall.”

She didn't hold back. She closed her eyes, sinking into the sensation and surrendering to it and to Logan. Her legs trembled violently and a scream ripped from her throat as the orgasm slammed into her, over her, and through her like a tidal wave taking along everything in its path. The most intensely pleasurable contractions she'd ever experienced rolled through her body until they slowly died down, leaving her boneless and replete.

After a few minutes, she got the energy to open her eyes. Logan was already dressed and had thrown a warm blanket over her. Sitting beside her, he held out a bottle of water. “Drink.”

Common sense returned as she took in her surroundings. They were on an airplane with the captain behind closed doors only feet away. There was no way he missed her scream or the reason for it.

She took the water, refusing to look at Logan. For some reason, the blanket and the water annoyed her. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because it was proof that she'd given up control for a few minutes. Or maybe it was from that sub drop she'd read about, the temporary depression that sometimes followed a scene when the endorphins decreased. Either way, she just wanted to get dressed and forget it happened. “I'm fine. You don't have to give me aftercare.”

He toyed with strands of her hair, sliding them through his fingers. “Aftercare isn't just for the bottom. Maybe I need it too.”

She turned her face toward him. “I'm not comfortable with it. Please, Logan.”

“That's because you're thinking again. Eventually, you're gonna trust me enough to do the thinking for you in other times except sex.”

She jumped out of her seat and picked up her pants off the floor. “Just because you gave me a couple orgasms doesn't mean I'm going to let you control me outside of sex. It's never gonna happen.”

Stepping into her pants, she choked on her disappointment. She'd thought maybe Logan might be different from other men.

Logan didn't argue, just cocked a brow and let her stew in her anger. The rage she'd been feeling quickly dissipated, leaving behind only exhaustion. She plopped down in the seat next to him, and when he patted his shoulder, she accepted his offer to rest her head on it.

She tried to fall asleep, but she couldn't keep her thoughts from racing. What would happen when they got to Las Vegas? How would they stop Evans and Fink from releasing the virus? He caressed his hand down her head, playing with her hair. “How'd you sleep last night?”

“Fine,” she said, lying.

While Logan had made plans for their flight to Vegas, she'd taken a shower. After running around for two days, it was heavenly to wash the grime, dirt, and sweat from her body. She had never appreciated deodorant, toothpaste, and razors until she went without. She must have spent an hour in the bathroom cleaning and shaving. She'd hoped Logan would've joined her, but he'd taken his shower after she finished, taking nearly as much time in the bathroom as she had, shaving the light beard that had grown in over the course of the two days.

Both of them exhausted, they'd climbed into bed before nine o'clock. With his leg thrown over hers and his hand possessively placed on her stomach, he'd held her all night. But while he'd easily fallen into a deep slumber, she'd found sleep elusive, too worried about what would happen in Vegas.

Logan chuckled. “You didn't sleep at all, did you? We've got a few hours until we get to Vegas. Go to sleep. I promise I'll keep you safe.”

Eyes closed, she felt his lips press against her forehead.

She knew he meant his promise to keep her safe.

Too bad he couldn't honor that promise. Because the more she trusted him, the more she depended on him, the harder she fell for him. But as he'd told her, he craved control. And ultimately, she couldn't give that to him. She wasn't a submissive. Retaining control was just as important to her.

What she couldn't say, what he didn't realize, was no one was more dangerous to her well-being than him.

Because he was the only one with the real power to break her.