Chapter 202

Ella

Logan and I lay on the exercise mats, our breaths coming out thick and heavy. We had just been training on these very mats, practicing our hand to hand combat, but our lips and tongues were locked in a battle of their own.

I straddled Logan, having pinned him down beneath me. I could feel him smiling against my lips, and I pulled away, shooting him a warning glare that was more teasing than anything.

“What?” I hissed as I licked my lips. “Problem?”

Logan just smirked. “No,” he said. “I don’t have a problem.”

But I could see the smirk on his face. I pressed his wrists a little harder into the mat, relishing the feeling of his firm body beneath me. “You’re hiding something.”

For a few moments, Logan just smirked up at me; but then I felt it. His leg had worked its way around mine—and then, in one swift movement, the world was whirling around me before I came to a breathless stop on the mat. I was below him this time, and now he was the one who was pinning me down.

He clicked his tongue at me, still grinning. “You’re too trusting,” he cooed. “You let me slip into half guard while you were too busy shoving your tongue down my throat.”

My face flushed red at his words. I scowled playfully, but I didn’t resist his restraints. The sensation of him on top of me, between my legs, was too delicious to stop. I arched my back ever so slightly away from the floor as I bucked my hips against him.

“And you,” I said, my grin returning as I saw his eyes roll back ever so slightly in his head, “are too trusting as well. Men only think with their dicks, after all.”

Logan, having realized his predicament, groaned softly. “Alright,” he murmured as he lowered himself so that his lips were brushing mine. “You win this time.”

He began to kiss me again, a bit more slowly and deliberately now but with just as much passion as before. I felt one of his hands release its grip on my wrist and his fingers began to trail down my neck, over my chest, down my waist.

The sensation made me shiver, and a soft moan escaped my lips as his fingers made their way down to my thigh. I rolled my hips against him again, feeling as the erection in his pants strained against the soft fabric of his joggers.

“Too easy,” I whispered, our lips pulling apart with a smack. “You’re too easy to arouse.”

Logan’s eyes flashed from above me. “Is that so?”

Without another word, his fingers made their way back up to my waistband. He sat up, gripping the edge of my leggings, and began to tug them down. I resisted at first, my better judgment getting the best of me, but one warning look from Logan made me stop. I watched, then, as he sat up and began peeling them down to reveal the panties that I had secretly worn beneath my workout clothes today.

He smirked. “Lace? What, were you expecting this?”

The red color of my cheeks deepened and I looked away. “No,” I said softly, my heart pounding in my chest. “And if you’re going to make fun of me, you can—”

“Ella, Ella,” Logan murmured. He reached down, gently grabbing my chin and turning my head to look at him again. I met his gaze. His eyes were soft and gentle, although there was a fire burning in their blue depths. “I’m not making fun of you.”

I drew in a sharp breath. “Promise?”

Logan chuckled. “Of course,” he said, letting his hand trail down my body again until it came to rest on my panties. His thumb ran along the fabric, gently grazing my pussy, and the feeling made me shiver again. “I think it’s sexy that you wore this to work out.”

“Well,” I murmured, biting my lower lip in an attempt to restrain a moan that was threatening to escape as Logan continued to run his finger back and forth across my panties, “I’m glad you like it.”

With a soft smile, Logan continued to peel my leggings off until they were on the floor. Next, he looped his arm under my waist and pulled me up into his lap, where he began to lift my shirt over my head. This time, I didn’t resist; in fact, I helped him. Once my shirt was discarded along with the leggings, I watched as his eyes grew hungry.

“Go ahead,” I whispered.

With one last affirmative glance, Logan leaned forward and began pressing his lips against my breasts. Small goosebumps began to raise on my skin as he worked his way along the uppermost seam of my bra. As he kissed me, I slowly reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, which was tossed into the pile along with the rest of my clothes.

Logan’s kisses turned more fervent now, and he began to kiss and lick simultaneously. His tongue swirled around my nipples, causing them to stand up and for another soft moan to escape my lips.

Wanting to feel some of his skin for myself, I reached for his shirt. He helped me pull it over his head, and I let my fingers trail along the defined muscles of his abs and his chest.

“Ella,” he murmured, just centimeters away from kissing me again, “if you—”

“Shh,” I whispered. “Just kiss me.”

I didn’t need to tell him twice. Whatever it was that he wanted to say to me, it could wait. I didn’t want to think right now; I didn’t want to consider our actions. I just wanted him. Our lips pressed against each other again as if moving of their own accord, and Logan gently laid me back down on the mat. I felt him fumbling down below, and pulled away for a moment to see his waistband coming loose as he released the drawstring. A moment later, his erection was finally free from its prison, bulging with thick blue veins and throbbing ever so slightly.

With a smirk, I trailed my hand down his abdomen and curled my fingers around his throbbing cock, eliciting a moan from him almost immediately.

“I wanna taste you,” I whispered.

Once again, I didn’t need to tell him twice. Logan smirked and nodded, standing. Biting my lower lip, I raised myself onto my knees. My hands stroked up and down his muscular legs as I began to lick the tip of his cock, savoring the soft grunts that he couldn’t seem to contain.

I then slipped his cock into my mouth and began to work him into me, my tongue swirling around his shaft as I moved my head back and forth.

His fingers curled into my hair as I worked at him, pushing me further down onto him. The sensation of his cock filling the back of my throat just urged me to push myself even harder, and as I gazed up at him, the vision of his handsome face staring down at me, his lips parted as he moaned with each thrust, became blurred by the tears that came with each gag.

When I finally pulled away, there was a string of saliva left in my wake. Logan shuddered, taking in deep breaths, and then he did something that I never expected—but it wasn’t unwelcome in the slightest.

His fingers curled around my throat. His eyes, reddened and half-closed, gazed down at me with a primal fire that I had rarely seen there before. And then, gently but firmly, he pushed me back down onto the floor and straddled me, pushing himself into my wet and throbbing pussy.

As he worked himself into me, his grip on my throat slowly tightened until my breaths came out short and ragged, my moans choked and husky.

And in that room, on those exercise mats, I gave in to the ecstasy of making passionate love to an Alpha mobster.