Insider (Exodus End #1)(56)
Author: Olivia Cunning

Zach? Zach Mercer, the drummer of Twisted Element? Toni hoped the entire band wasn’t on the bus. She’d never be able to look any of them in the eye when she interviewed them for her “How Other Band’s See Exodus End” chapter.

“Who’s Tony?” Zach sounded surprised. “You like guys?”

“Toni’s a girl,” Steve said.

“My girl,” Logan said.

Yep, it was official. Logan could be more embarrassing. Toni buried her face in the sofa cushions and groaned.

“Are you coming to the after-party?” Zach asked.

After-party? Their day wasn’t over yet? Toni was ready to crawl into bed for fourteen hours of sleep.

“Have you ever known me to miss a party?” Logan said.

The door slid on its track and bumped shut. Toni turned her head to make sure Logan hadn’t brought along spectators to prove she was, in fact, a girl. Thankfully he was alone and devastatingly naked. He had a strip of condoms in one hand and his dick in the other. And she’d been right. Seeing him touch himself had her all sorts of flustered.

“Damn, woman,” he muttered, his gaze trained on her ass, still up in the air since she hadn’t moved from her bent-over-the-sofa-arm position. “No wonder I can’t think straight when you’re near. That pussy is a work of art.”

Instead of trying to hide her “work of art,” she spread her legs wider and wiggled her hips. She was surprised by her lack of inhibition and by how much she appreciated his crass compliment. She was rewarded for her brazenness when Logan dropped to his knees behind her and buried his face in her ass. His tongue plunged into her throbbing pussy. The tip of his nose touched her asshole. She gasped as the ring of muscle tightened involuntarily and began to throb with unexpected desire. His fingers dug into her hips and his tongue slid up to her still virginal back hole. Her hips bucked as he flicked his tongue, barely touching her there, but she was so shocked by his unexpected action she couldn’t breathe.

“Don’t, Logan,” she said in a panicked gasp of a voice. “Not there.”

He licked her gently again. “It doesn’t feel good?”

“It feels weird,” she said, which was true. His tongue traced a circle around the perimeter of what she’d always considered an exit. “And good,” she admitted.

“Have you ever been taken in the ass?” he asked.

Her face flamed, and she buried it in the cushions so that her next words were muffled. “No. I thought we’d established that I was a virgin.”

“Yeah, well, there are women who get fucked daily in the ass and claim to be virgins because they’ve never given up the pussy.”

Were there really? Was he pulling her leg? “That doesn’t count, does it?”

“Not in my mind,” he said. “So this hole is virginal too?” he said before licking her ass again.

“And it’s going to stay that way!” She tried to squirm away from his mouth, but he had a firm hold on her hips.

“For now,” he said agreeably and rose to his feet.

He released his hold on one hip, and she trembled as she felt the head of his cock being rubbed the length of her slit. She tensed when the tip of his condom brushed her saliva-wetted ass.

“Logan!” She tried covering her butt with one hand.

“I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do,” he said before he slid the rigid length of his cock into her pussy, claiming her deep and slow.

“Yes,” she gasped, not sure why her ass was tingling with neglect, as if it wanted to lose its virginity too. That was not happening on her watch.

“One day soon, you’re going to beg me to claim every inch of you.”

Nope. Wasn’t going to happen. But she wasn’t about to relieve him of his fantasy when he was working his magic on her pussy. And she didn’t have the mindset to protest when his thumb began to rub her back opening in the same slow churning motion of his hips.

“Move with me, baby,” he murmured. “Let yourself become a part of our rhythm.”

He was doing spectacularly on his own; she didn’t want to get in the way of his skill. Yet she also wanted to be a good lover, and she supposed there wasn’t much good in just standing there taking all he had to give.

Her first attempts to move felt awkward. She rocked her hips front and back and was rewarded for her uncoordinated effort by his cock falling free of her body. He didn’t criticize, just found her again and used gentle squeezes on her hip to give her cues on when and how to move. Within a few strokes, she found that rhythm he’d referred to. The churning motion of her hips became more exaggerated as her confidence grew. Logan’s groans of pleasure added to her own bliss. She was so going to high-five herself later for being the cause of his obvious enjoyment.

“Oh God, Toni,” he said, “you’re going to make me come so hard if you keep doing that.”

Well then, of course she’d keep doing it. Their bodies were rubbing together so perfectly that his balls ground into her clit each time he thrust into her. Her own groans echoed his as she stopped worrying about what he was doing and concentrated on finding pleasure.

“Fuck, woman,” he said, stretching his hot body over her back. “Up, up, up. Your pussy feels too good in that position. I can’t take it.”

He eased her upright. Toni’s head swam at the sudden change of position. She made a grab for the back of the sofa as he lifted one of her knees onto the sofa arm and shifted so that he could thrust up into her. Once she had her balance, she began to move with him again. He held her breast, massaging and tugging her nipple as she bounced on his cock faster and faster. Her pleasure built until orgasm was just within reach, but she couldn’t figure out how to tumble over the edge.

“Logan,” she said, her legs starting to tremble from all the unfamiliar activity. “How do I?”

“How do you what, baby?”

“How do I come?”

“Touch yourself.”

“What?” Why would she do that when she had a man at her disposal? Wasn’t the whole point of having a lover so she didn’t have to get herself off?

“I’d do it for you, but I don’t have a spare hand at the moment.”

Her hand was trembling as she slowly slid it down her belly. When her fingertips brushed her clit, her body jerked. “Harder,” she demanded, wanting him to roughen his touch on her aching nipple. His thrusts grew harder. Faster. Harder. Her fingers stroked her clit, and she cried out as she exploded instantly.