Page 118 of Riding the Sugar High

Suddenly, I’m hovering over his face, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm, but he doesn’t seem to notice I’m nervous, or maybe he doesn’t mind, because he breathes out, “God, you smell so good,” and hooks his arms under my knees, holding on to my hips.

What do I look like from his perspective? Will I smother him with my thighs?

The flat of his tongue swipes through me, and my breath catches, every single worry dissipating. When it dances around my clit, I gasp again and again as each flick gets my back to arch more.

“You taste even better than you smell," he murmurs against my skin, his voice hoarse as he squeezes my sides.

“Logan,” I breathe out. A second deep stroke of his tongue has my thighs shaking on either side of his face. “Oh my god.”

“Ride my face now, okay?”

“Ride?Ride how?” I throw a panicked look down at him. “What does that mean?”

“It means grab the headboard and yee-haw, Barbie.”

When his mouth wraps around my clit and sucks, I let out a crazed whimper. I squeal, my resistance to his pull dwindling until I’m fully seated on his face. “Can you even breathe?”

He ignores me, his lips teasing me with soft kisses and delicate flicks of his tongue. I bolt up every time, and he tightens the hold of my hips to keep me steady until soon, we find a rhythm. An intense rhythm that has me quivering and crying out his name.

“Please—please,” I whimper, my eyes squinted as I look down at his hooded eyes. I need more. Much, much more. “It’s too slow,” I cry as I lose any inhibition and grip his thick brown hair in my fist, pulling it so that his tongue will reach deeper.

It doesn’t help, so I throw my head back in frustration, then push my hips forward.

Andyee-haw, does that feel good.

I think that’s what he meant when he saidride.

I do it again, back and forth, over his mouth. Watching his want-filled eyes is hot enough that I need to focus on holding my orgasm back, especially when his tongue ripples in stronger waves against me as if rewarding me for following his instructions.

I reach for the headboard, and with my nails painfully digging into the wood, I chant, “Fuck,fuck,fuck,” lost in the rocking movement. The more he licks and sucks, the more I grind, until I’m sure he’s wet with me all the way to his cheekbones.

He sucks greedily, drawing even more moisture from my core, and I writhe against him. I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’tanything. “Oh, I’m gonna—” My back arches, my toes curling on either side of him, and with pulsating pleasure, I moan loud and hard as my thighs press the sides of his face. I tremble, any semblance of control lost, as my stomach tenses and releases.

“Logan, oh—wait, I—” My eyes roll backward as I let my forehead fall lightly against the wall and my orgasm ripples. I’m so sensitive, especially with his tongue still rubbing my clit with maniacal precision.

Wave after wave, I ride out every bit of my pleasure, and it moves through me and echoes in him, moaning against my pussy.

When my body relaxes, he doesn’t relent, his tongue causing me to twitch. “Okay, cowboy, enough,” I say with a tired, hoarse chuckle.

Reluctantly, he lets me go, helping me climb off his face and nestle further down. I tuck my forehead under his wet chin and catch my breath, the scorching heat turning into a softer kind of warmth, a cozy moment rather than a fiery, passionate one. It turns attraction into affection, lust into something much different. Something comfortable and familiar, yet unknown at the same time.

I look up at him, and his soft and content eyes meet mine. Like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever had grinding on his face.

I reach my fingers up and rub them over his jaw, chuckling. “I did it.”

“Hmm?”

“Your beard. It’s drenched.”

He tilts his face down, then pecks my forehead, and by the time he speaks, I can feel myself drifting off. “You did great for me, Barbie.”

you’re too easy to miss

Logan

“Logan, please, enough,”she whines as she comes down from her orgasm. Her hand smacks my face, and when she almost shoves a finger in my eye, I rise over her and lick my lips.

Sweat trickles down her forehead, her damp hair stuck to the sides of her face. I lean down to kiss her, and she frowns against my lips. So fucking pretty.