Shades of Shame (Semper Fi) (7 page)

Logan jumped from the couch and ran upstairs.  Leila lay back, pulling her jeans off her legs before settling back down on the couch.  He wanted her now, of that there was no doubt.  But she would make him work for it from here on out.  She waited patiently on the end of the couch, crossing her legs and staring at her perfectly painted toenails as she heard him coming down the stairs.  Leila was posed to impress when she heard Logan speak in the hallway, “Dad?”

Shit
, she thought.  She scrambled to her feet, trying to pull her shirt down before the Senator walked in.  Her red lace panties were on the sofa beside her, the pink polo shirt only came to the very edge of her thin line of pubic hair.  It was unlike Leila to try to hide her naked body, but at the moment she felt unsure of herself.

“Good evening,” David said as he crossed the room and poured himself a drink.  “Making ourselves comfortable, Miss…?”

“Johnson, sir.”  He knew who she was, and she knew he knew it.  The mere fact that he pretended he didn’t infuriated her.

“I know who you are Miss Johnson.  I just didn’t recognize you without… your clothes,” he said with a smile.  Making people uncomfortable was easy for a man like him, and he enjoyed it.  “Just giving you a hard time, Leila.”

It was a crappy way to break the ice, Leila thought.  Still, his powerful presence and stare pushed the very thought of Logan clear from her mind.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you two, just fixing a drink before bedtime.  Carry on,” he said nonchalantly as he began walking out of the room.

“You’re not interrupting, I was just leaving,” she said as she snatched her panties from his leather sofa and followed him into the hall.  There was Logan, standing barefoot by the door, his hands stuffed in his pockets as if he’d just been caught red handed stealing candy.  “Logan, can you get Ronald to take me home?”

Logan scrambled to put his shoes on and grabbed his keys.  “I’ll take you, Leila.”

The silence in his car was deafening.  Leila was furious and he knew it.  “Leila I swear I didn’t know he was home.  He’s never here when Mom isn’t home!  I’m so sorry this happened!”

She turned her head to stare at him; finally she let out a long breath.  “You know what Logan, I’m not mad.  It was an accident, that’s all.”  Rightfully, in her mind it had been the best possible scenario, David McNarry had seen her nearly naked!

“Guess I kind of blew the moment,” as he pulled his car to a stop in front of her mother’s townhouse.

She studied him.  His eyes were impossibly green.  “Ugh!  You are so frustrating Logan!  Okay I admit being walked in on half naked by your Dad was a tad bit uncomfortable, especially since I work for him, but I guess it isn’t the end of the world.  Besides you’re pretty cute when you’re caught red handed with your hand in the cookie jar so to speak!”

Logan pressed his hand to his chest, “Oh thank God!  I thought it was just me who felt like a teenager.  Damn that was awkward!  My Dad’s such a prick; he had to know I wasn’t alone.”  Suddenly his expression seemed to change, as though their common ground had somehow put them on the same level.  Whatever intimidation he held for her was whisked away.  His eyes sparkled with new found confidence as he stared at her with fresh longing.

The urge to press her lips against his was uncanny, Logan shivered slightly under her gaze.  She was used to making men shiver, if he were one of her regular conquests she would relish watching him quake.  Logan was nothing like her normal men though.  She wanted him; she was sure about that, despite his awkward juvenile ways.  But he wasn’t like any other man she’d met, he wasn’t afraid of his inexperience, just the contrary he seemed anxious to conquer all things new.  Her skin prickled as he leaned towards her.

“Leila?  Would you mind if I kissed you?” he asked in a smoky voice.

She shook her head slightly as he closed in on her.  This time his passion had subsided, he was more in control.  His kiss was a feather touch, for such a massive man he was incredibly sensitive.  Leila had never felt anything remotely like his kiss; it wasn’t the same awkward kiss he’d given before.  His lips against hers weren’t the least bit brutal or forceful; instead they were languishing and sensual.  She felt her nipples purse beneath her shirt.  Sex she understood:  hard nipples, wetness between her thighs… all of that was a normal reaction for her.  What she didn’t understand was the strong pull of her heart as his tongue probed her mouth tenderly.

Logan wanted her, there was no doubt about that, but Leila Johnson wasn’t just another sorority girl at a frat party.  He needed to be patient and gentle with her.  He
wanted
to be patient and gentle with her.  He suspected she had never made
love
in her life.  She wasn’t a virgin, of that he was fairly sure, but something about her made him want to take his time, relish her.

Opening the door and helping her out of the car was certainly sweet, and not something she was used to.  He walked her up the short pathway to her front door.  “Why don’t you come inside Logan? 
My
mother isn’t home,
I’m positive!”

Logan lumbered over the threshold behind her, his size intrigued her.  There was a powerful urge and very unfamiliar feeling moving over Leila.  She couldn’t explain it; she had never really felt this before, a mixture of sexual desire and vulnerability at the same time.  The horniness she understood.  The vulnerability, however,
that
was something all together different.  Most of the time, Leila sized up her potential lovers and felt sorry for what she was going to put them through.  She would dominate them without mercy until they begged her to stop with their ridiculous safe words.  Leila had little patience or tolerance for wimps.  Even with his lack of experience Leila knew that Logan McNarry was no wimpy man.

Wow
, she thought. 
I’m way over thinking this…
”

Logan was taking his time, forcing her to consider and measure her attraction towards him.
 
 He was sweet, attentive, and sexy.  She could definitely see herself pushing him down and riding him like a cowgirl.  She found herself dragging him into the den and onto her mother’s overstuffed leather couch.  He chuckled slightly as their eyes met, and Leila began to giggle once again.  She couldn’t help it; before she knew it they were laughing so hard tears were rolling down their faces.  The scenario at his father’s house had been too funny to ignore any longer. She was comfortable with him, more comfortable than she’d ever been with any man.  His heavy warm arm was around her neck, but now she wanted more from him.  She wiped her eyes.  He wiped her face, and there they were:  frozen.  Seconds later, their lips met once again.

This time he was a little more forceful, but still a long way away from the type of lover she’d become accustomed to.  She pressed her lips into him, harder as his tongue ran across hers.  His hand moved tenderly to her breast, and she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand down her stomach and between her legs.  Logan took her message and expanded on it, his fingers unbuttoned her jeans with talent this time.  But he only slid his hands inside her jeans and gently ran his giant forefinger in circles around the beginning of her sex.  His touch was luxurious.  Leila’s head went back against the sofa as she enjoyed his fingers.  Then she remembered the enormity of his manhood, she wanted to see it!  Quickly she slid away from his grasp, he moaned with disagreement but she smiled cloyingly and slid to her knees between his thick thighs.

Shivers scrambled down her spine the second her fingertips touched his skin, and she pushed his shirt even further upwards as her palm slid across his chest. 
Enormous
, she thought as she bent down to kiss his skin.  Her lips were on fire, matched only by her lust as she took a deep breath and inhaled him. 
I could get lost in this.
  His hands pulled his shirt over his head as she kissed his stomach sensually.

He kissed the top of her head, nuzzling his nose into her hair.  She ran her hands down his stomach and into his crotch.  The pure heat rising gave way to pounding of his manhood.  Her hands ran down the length of it above his shorts and she marveled at its sheer size.  She fumbled with the lone button that held his shorts together, anxiously trying to free her prize.

“Let’s just see what you’ve got here.”  She said it, and even she couldn’t believe the words flying out of her mouth, she giggled.  The silliness was instantly replaced by stunned amazement. 
Holy crap
, she thought as she reached inside his shorts.  Her hand felt the massive girth of his cock as she realized that her fingers couldn’t even wrap around it.  It was huge.  Easily the
biggest one she’s ever held in her hand, or hands
she thought.  Here she was thinking that he was all mushy, soft and sweet, there was nothing mushy where it counted that was for sure!  This cock was definitely something to write home about.  As a matter of fact, it was something to write to everyone you knew about!  She doubted it would even come close to fitting inside her mouth, but she was more than willing to give it the old ‘college try,’ so to speak.

Okay
, she thought. 
Now
I know why he’s so confident. 
She didn’t even try to hide her surprise as she looked up at him and directly into his eyes.  Her smile said it all.

“Something wrong?” Logan asked with a knowing glimmer.

“Don’t be an arrogant asshole.  Just sit back,” she chuckled.

She pulled him free of his jeans, admiring how straight the damn thing was.  It wasn’t crooked, or pointed to the left or the right. 
It was
, dare she think it,
perfect
.  She held him tight at the base; it seemed to grow even larger right before her eyes.  She reached out with her lips, kissing it seductively on the underside.  The heat emanated from it could defrost Iceland, and the soft silky outer skin encased an ever increasing hardness that was impossible to ignore.  She kissed up the length of underside before running her tongue across the top.  It was even more massive than this shaft.  She sank her mouth on it, and it filled her mouth immediately.  For the first time in her life Leila gagged a little.  But as it hit the back of her throat she stretched her lips around the head and began giving it the worship it deserved.

She could only comfortably get the head in her mouth without feeling like he would cut off any possible chance of breathing.  Using both hands she stroked up and down, increasing the pressure of her grip with each stroke.  He responded just as she hoped he would, his hips unconsciously trying to buck up and down.  With both forearms pressing firmly down on his thighs, she had him pinned down.  It was an illusion of course; he could pick her up and throw her to the moon if he wanted.  But the pretense that she had him under her control caused her nectar to drip into her already damp panties.  She was trying to dazzle him with her expert oral skills when in reality she was feeling like a fool for having such a disillusioned pre-conceived ideas about Logan.  As she sucked she tried to recall another cock even remotely close to this size, she drew a complete blank.  So far she’d been wrong about every single thing she’d thought about this man before she’d met him.

His hands briefly rested on her shoulders until he pulled her up, slamming his face to hers and he kissed her deeply.  His passion was so literally breathtaking that Leila found herself struggling for air.  She broke the kiss just in time to recover from nearly passing out.  She still had a firm grip on his cock with her left hand, refusing to let go of her new toy.  Finally he pulled her up and onto his lap, pressing his lips down onto her face once again, this time aware of her basic need for air.  Leila had never been out of control in any situation, she now knew that she was teetering on a complete loss of her faculties.  She watched without a sound as his hands, with perfectly pink, shaped fingernails now expertly removed her jeans.  He had her full attention.

It was his turn now, and he was more than willing to drop to his knees and worship her.  He firmly grabbed an ankle in each of his massive hands.  She shivered to consider that a man this strong could just as easily crush her ankles at this very moment and leave her stumbling around on crutches the rest of her life…it would be worth it.  As he kissed the inside of her left leg she felt herself growing weak, there was nothing except his touch now.  Slowly working his way up to her thigh, Leila took a mental note that his eyes had changed to a deep menacing shade of green.  They sparked with a new fire each time his lips touched her skin.  She could feel his hardness pressing against her right calf as he continued his oral assault on her senses.

As he approached her sex, anticipation had built to a fever pitch.  With both hands she grabbed his head and pulled him into her, grinding her sex against his face.  She screamed with delight as his five o’clock shadow scraped the most delicious burn into her mound.  “Oh yes!” she moaned, enjoying hearing her voice break the silence of the room.  She didn’t care if she woke the neighbors.  It was very good,
oh yes Logan was so very good. 
Each stroke of his tongue electrified her.  He began with slow tantalizing licks up and down her opening, and then his thumb found her pulsing bud and pressed it deeply.  Leila’s moans filled the living room as his long tongue slid inside her, teasing her and making her beg him to give her more.  He continued to lick her until she literally couldn’t stand it anymore.  “Fuck me, Logan.  Fuck me, please!” she begged, humiliated at her own weakness.

He released his grip on her clit and easily flipped her over onto her knees on the sofa.  With a practiced hand he positioned himself at her entrance while keeping one massive hand in the center of her spine.  She could only imagine what the throbbing manhood between his legs was going to feel like, but she knew she
had
to find out.  Her tiny opening shivered in fear as the gigantic cock pressed against it.  Leila had never felt fear at the size of a penis before, an unsolicited giggle left her throat.  She was excited and afraid at the same time, like being on a roller coaster that was just leaving the platform.  Logan carefully ran the head up and down her slit, coating himself with her juices and eased into her slowly.  She wanted him now, fast and hard.  She wanted him to split her wide open and fill every void.  Her little cunt was twitching and angling in frustration at her mounting need.  But once again he slowed the pace, and her agitation reared its ugly head.  “C’mon baby, fuck me.  I’m begging you!”