Page 27 of Logan (The Valeur Billionaires #1)

Chapter Twenty-One

LOGAN

I close the apartment door behind us and lean against it. Sloane sets her bag down and moves toward the living room. She stops on the rug, turns to face me, and holds my gaze.

I close the distance between us and stand before her, close enough to see her rapid breaths and dilated pupils, yet far enough to avoid touching her. “On your knees,” I command.

She obeys without a word and kneels.

“Take it out.”

She unzips me and pulls out my half-hard cock, gazing at it with sparkling eyes. She molds it in her hands, skillfully stroking up and down, occasionally glancing up to gauge my reaction.

Damn, she’s hot. I’m burning up.

“Now suck it,” I growl, and she brings her face close to the tip, running her tongue along my dome.

My entire body trembles.

She slides her tongue along the sensitive underside, meeting my gaze with long licks up and down my length.

Enough teasing. I crave the promise of her mouth, the feel of her snug around me.

I fist her hair, and she opens her mouth, taking me in halfway. The heat and moisture nearly drive me mad.

Fuck.

I push deeper until she gags and saliva drips from the corners of her mouth, but she doesn’t stop.

I watch, mesmerized, as her throat works, taking me in and out, blending licks with deep sucks while her hands finish the job. And she’s not quiet about it. Her breathing is fast and shallow, moaning and panting. The sounds she makes nearly send me over the edge.

“I’m close,” I murmur, feeling my balls tighten, ready to release. It’s our first time, and I’m not sure if she’s ready to swallow, so I let her pull back.

Sloane doesn’t respond, and I’m not sure if she heard me. I try to pull out, but her hands grip the base tighten, and I climax in quick, strong bursts into her mouth.

She doesn’t let go, sucking me, taking all of me, cleaning me to the last drop before she finally releases her lips, licking them as if she just finished a delicious scoop of ice cream.

“That was good,” she moans, tilting her head up.

“No, it was fucking amazing,” I say in a low voice, struggling to speak. My brain still hasn’t recovered.

“Worth a dance?” she asks.

I chuckle. “I would have agreed to dance even if you promised you’d let me eat you out.”

She rises to her feet. “I still feel like the winner here. ”

“Well, now it’s my turn.” I step forward and pull her shirt off, tossing it aside and onto the rug, followed by her bra. After my release, I’m ready to savor every moment with her.

“Wait!” She places a hand on my chest, stopping me from undressing her further.

I freeze. “What’s wrong?”

“You didn’t even look at the set I wore for you.”

I glance at the pile of clothes and pick up the lace bra. “Put it back on you?”

She quirks her lip. “No, that’s okay.”

I return to her, laying her down on the soft rug.

“Wait!”

“What now?”

“Can you squint your eyes?”

“Squint?”

“Yes, squint.” She smirks.

“Like this?” I try to narrow my eyes. “Am I supposed to hold it in for the bathroom or something?”

“Ugh.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Why can’t they look darker?”

“My eyes?”

She smirks again.

“You want them to be darker?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“Then maybe you should turn off the damn light,” I grumble, losing patience, and spread her legs. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. So, perfect.

I press a finger to her clit, and she instantly quiets, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.

I slide a finger inside her, delighting in every moment. But if there’s something about her that drives me wild, it’s her perfect, large breasts.

I lower my mouth to one nipple, seal my lips around it, and alternate between sucking and licking. I give the same treatment to the other breast, playing with it with my tongue while my fingers work simultaneously on her clit.

She moans, and the sounds she makes grow louder, causing more blood to rush to my already painful erection. I don’t want to hold back before I bury myself inside her.

But I am not a selfish lover.

She will come before me.

“You drive me crazy,” I manage to get out, expelling a heavy breath, my voice husky as I trail kisses down her abdomen to the sensitive spot between her legs.

She meets my advances, lifting her hips to press against my mouth. My tongue delves deeper, exploring her thoroughly before focusing on her pulsing clit. “I want to worship your body. Every inch of it.”

She screams out loud, and warm currents wash over my body. How can it be that she enjoys this, and I’m close to climaxing?

I increase the pace, sucking her harder, licking, feeling her clit swell inside my mouth as her movements become more urgent, more desperate.

“Yes, Logan, yes!” she screams as her body shatters between my arms, trembling in my embrace.

I lift my head and gaze at her, riding the waves of her ecstasy. So beautiful, perfect, sexy.

“I want to fuck your tits.”

Her eyes flutter open, heavy with desire and confusion.

“Do you agree to let me fuck your tits?” I massage her breasts with my hands, pressing them together and examining the deep line between them.

“That sounds good,” she whispers.

I smile and position myself over her, one knee on either side, careful not to lean my weight on her. “Hold your breasts together,” I request, and she obeys, pushing with her palms. “Oh fuck, this is perfect.”

I push my dick between them, my eyes fixed on the stunning sight of it disappearing between the two mounds. “You’re beautiful.”

I pull back and thrust again, a guttural moan escaping my lips.

I thrust again, watching the swollen tip of my cock emerge from the other side of her tits. Sloane lifts her head, watching me, then her gaze locks on the erotic sight of the tip of my cock.

I play with each nipple, pinching, twisting—responding to her moans—until she cries, closing her eyes, and when my name bursts from her lips, I climax in violent pulses, covering the valley between her breasts in cum.

“Thank you for having us over,” I say, extending my hand to Wolfson, but he pulls me into a hug, patting my back.

God. He’s one of those.

“Valentina, you look fabulous.” Sloane smiles, and they embrace like old friends.

“So do you. Your dress is stunning. Versace? ”

“Haha.” Sloane chuckles. “I couldn’t afford that.”

“Wait.” Valentina places a hand on her chest. “He doesn’t pay for your dresses?” She lowers her voice to a whisper. “Oh, you poor thing. Is he stingy?”

Fuck. I glance at Wolfson. The contracts are still with the lawyers. One phone call and it’s all canceled. How did I not think about the dress? I should have bought her one. It’s not like me to miss little details. A stupid rookie mistake, and I’m no rookie. “I’m not cheap.”

“No, of course, he’s not,” Sloane gives me a look and smiles, then leans in to whisper to Valentina. “But he has terrible taste in clothes. Don’t ask, we had an awful fight.”

Valentina’s eyes widen.

Mine too.

“You have to tell me everything.” Valentina links her arm with Sloane’s, and they move inside. “What did he do?”

I maintain a reasonable distance, ready to jump in at any moment to salvage the situation. What is she going to tell her? I can’t believe I might lose this deal over a fucking dress.

We settle in the living room, and I take in the surroundings. Cream-colored sofas with floral cushions. Art on the walls. No doubt who rules this house.

Wolfson pours from the whiskey bottle on the table into glasses and hands me one. He tilts his head to Valentina.

Valentina waves her hand. “Better not. I get drunk so easily. It’s terrible. Sloane, tell me what he did. I’m dying of curiosity here.”

Me too.

“He bought me a yellow dress. Can you imagine? Yellow. With my skin tone? I’d look sick.” Sloane waves her arms dramatically, sending me an amused look .

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, he only has one standard for clothes. As long as they show off my tits.” Sloane laughs out loud. “He wanted me to wear that hideous thing, and I told him to go fuck himself.”

I snort.

“Sounds like your girl has an issue with your taste.” Wolfson smirks at me.

“She doesn’t have an issue with my taste. She just likes to annoy me,” I say. She needs to shut up before she ruins everything. And I don’t appreciate the implications about my taste either. There’s nothing wrong with my taste.

“So, what happened?” Valentina gives me a reproachful look, then leans forward, all attention on Sloane.

“He said, ‘You wanna fuck? No problem.’ And then he fucked my tits.” Sloane winks at me. “The dress was ruined. You can imagine.”

I cough.

Everyone looks at me.

Wolfson laughs out loud. “You surprise me, man.”

“Didn’t think you’d be the wild one in bed.” Valentina grins at me. “You seem so...uptight. Especially after seeing the photo of your ex.” She pats Sloane’s arm. “You’re so much better for him. Did he even know how to fuck properly before you came along?”

I cough again.

“Need some water?” Wolfson offers, patting my back.

“I have no problem in bed,” I say through gritted teeth, biting out each word. That’s it. They can say what they want about me, about my business, but implying I’m bad in bed? What the fuck? Even I have a limit .

Sloane’s mouth falls open. “Don’t be offended, babe. You know you’re a sex god.” She turns to Valentina. “No, we have no issues in that department. You know, there’s an advantage to a serious man in bed. He doesn’t give up until I come at least three times.”

Valentina’s eyes widen.

“Oh, man, you’re not doing me any favors here.” Wolfson chuckles. “Now, before my wife gets any ideas, maybe we should sit down to eat?”