Last Summer (16 page)

She nods. “Let me get a shower first.”

“’Kay.” I grab her hand as we meander back
to her cottage. The sun pokes through the leaves from the canopy of
trees above us, and all is calm on the lake. If this were any other
time, I’d say it was a perfect day to be outside. But with Big P
and his boys after me, being in the open isn’t an option.

Chloe enters through the back door, and I
climb up the lattice—our usual routine. Less than a minute passes
before she opens the window to her bedroom.

“I won’t be long,” she says.

I clear my throat. “Aren’t you forgetting
something?” I can’t keep the lame grin off my face as I slide
through the window and close it behind me.

Her eyes widen. “What?”

I motion with a finger at her attire.
“Strip.”

“Logan, I don’t—”

Shaking my head, I interject, “Strip. You
owe me one, remember?” All joking aside, and with the smirk wiped
from my face, I add, “I want to see you.”

Chloe stands there, probably weighing her
options, but, ever so slowly, she begins unbuttoning her shirt. I
park my ass on the edge of her bed, toss my backpack on the floor,
and then scoot backward so I’m sitting against her wall. She loses
her shirt and unzips her shorts. Standing in nothing but her bra
and panties, I notice she doesn’t seem nervous. Like, she
wants
to put on a show for me. My smirk returns, as do the
naughty images she normally inserts in my mind. Reaching around her
back, she unclasps her bra, letting the straps gradually slide down
her arms. She pauses for a dramatic effect, then lets her bra fall
to the floor. I gulp.
Gorgeous
is the first word to pop in
my head.
Fucking beautiful
are the next two when she
slithers out of her panties and stands before me completely naked.
God help me.

“Now can I take my shower?” She raises one
eyebrow and a wicked grin forms on the curves of her lips.

“I . . . um . . . yeah, sure”—I swallow
hard—“I guess.”

She giggles. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen
you speechless.”

I growl. “I’m two seconds away from
stripping down and joining you.”

She narrows her eyes and saunters toward me.
“Did you just growl?”

“Chloe . . . I’m warning you . . . Don’t.
No, stop.” I throw my hands up so she won’t come any closer. I’m
about to file a missing brain report with the police.
1-800-HAVEYOUSEENLOGAN’SMIND. Because I’ve seriously lost it.
Somewhere.

She presses her stomach against my
outstretched hands, and I reluctantly let her move forward. More.
More. More. Until she straddles me. My dick is rock hard, straining
against my zipper. All it’ll take is one tug to set it free.

I summon what little self-control I have
left to tell her, “Not now, Chloe. God, I want to, but not like
this.”

She leans forward and whispers against my
ear, “No excuses this time.”

Battling with myself over whether I can do
this right now, I remember there are several condoms in my
backpack.
Don’t do it, Logan!
says one side of my
conscience. The other is screaming,
Yes, yes, YES! Now’s your
chance!
By the end of the summer, she and I may not be as close
as we are now. We won’t even live in the same state. The thought of
losing her, of maybe never seeing her again, rips my heart from its
strings. If this is what it takes to keep her, then so be it.

“Yeah, fuck the excuses,” I say, and claim
her mouth harder than I’ve ever kissed anyone, because I want her
more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. Her perfectly-shaped tits are so
close to my face, I can’t help but pull away from her lips so I can
suck on them. Chloe throws her head back and moans. “Like that,
baby?” I ask before I take her other peaked nipple in my mouth.

“Yes,” she barely murmurs. Her mouth forms a
perfect “O” and her eyes are already half-lidded.

“And my guess is,” I say, pulling back to
watch her next reaction, “you can feel everything here.” I press my
middle finger against her clit, rubbing it around in circles. Her
mouth opens wider, and her eyes fully close. No sound emits from
her throat, except harsh breaths.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Ooooh. Don’t stop,
Logan.
Please.
”

“Begging me, Chloe?” I lean forward and,
before I take one of her rosy peaks in my mouth again, say, “Beg
harder
.”

She cries out as I quicken my pace, matching
the rhythm between my sucking and my circling her swollen bead.
With my free hand, I keep her steadied by pressing it against her
lower back. Her body begins to bounce up and down, and I grunt at
the thought of her doing the same to my dick. Right now, it’s
raging to be set loose; so much so, it aches.

Instead of finishing her off, I roll her
over so she’s underneath me. She’s in the sex fog right now, so
anything I do to her is dreamlike. Hazy. Fan-fucking-tastic. I
trail warm, lingering kisses down the front of her chest, stopping
at her bellybutton long enough to jab my tongue in and out a few
times. Her thighs tense, and I know I’ve hit a mark.

“Oh, Logan.
Please.
I need—”

“Ssh, baby. I know. But you asked for this,
so guess what? You’re going to get it. But I’m going to do it the
right way
. Understand?”

She barely nods her head, still in her
sexual euphoria.

I chuckle, but it comes out raspy and
hoarse. God, I haven’t been this turned on since . . . well, I
don’t know when. I reach down and carefully unzip my jeans. My dick
tumbles out, and I can already feel the pre-come collecting on the
tip. Fuck, I’m not going to last long.

My tongue creates languid circles on the
inside of Chloe’s left thigh. I nip and lick, moving down at a
leisurely pace, until I cross her sex, where I stop long enough to
breathe warm air and flick my tongue once. Her back arches, and she
grabs the comforter with both hands. Pressing on, I slide my tongue
over her folds and all the way to her right thigh, continuing the
same slow, torturous bites and tongue-thrashings.

“Logan,” she exhales in one breath. “Logan,
please
.” She’s definitely begging for more, but she doesn’t
really have a clue what she’s begging for just yet.

I smirk.
You want more, Chloe? Wish
granted.
I dip my mouth to cover her sex, twirling my tongue
around it a few times. Chloe’s body tenses, her back curving again.
I carefully take her clit in between my front teeth, brushing the
tip with my tongue. Over and over and over again. Sliding two
fingers inside her, I realize how soaking wet she is—and so tight.
Her muscles clamp my fingers, and I can feel the effect all the way
to my throbbing member, which now flinches according to the way she
moves, as if it can’t wait to be where my fingers are.

“Logan, I— Ooooh.”

I close my lips around her and suck like
it’s a straw in my favorite milkshake. All I can see from my point
of view is Chloe’s arched back, her tits forming perfect hills on a
naked plateau. I reach up with my free hand and pinch her left
nipple, twisting and rolling it around my fingers. God, her muscles
just tightened around my fingers. She’s not going to last much
longer.

As if on cue, she cups both hands over her
mouth and releases a muffled cry, her body shaking uncontrollably
in the aftermath. But that doesn’t mean I stop. I want her
screaming—
pleading
—for me to end the sexual hold I have over
her body.

She reaches down and grabs the back of my
hair, pulling. The sharp tingle I feel on my scalp only makes me
want her more. With her body still convulsing each time I suckle, I
know it won’t be long before she comes for me again. That’s the
plan, anyway.

I continue my unhurried assault on her sex,
lapping it up, changing the pace. My fingers continue to glide in
and out of her, and to switch things up, I add a third finger.
Every time I drive my fingers inside her, I imagine it’s with my
own dick, so my hips are pretty much pummeling the mattress of
their own accord. Chloe’s hips move up and down as she fucks my
tongue. I spread her folds apart, so her sex is more sensitive,
more exposed. Her breathing matches each thrust of her hips, and I
grunt as my hips match hers. If we keep this up, I’m going to come
all over her fucking comforter.

“God, I’m going to— Ohhhh.”

She arches her back, and the shudders
follow. Underneath her hand, her muffled cries cascade to nothing
but soft mewling.

I rise up. “Chloe, if you want me to stop
now, just say so.”

Descending from her high, she elevates
herself into a sitting position, eyeing my enlarged shaft. As she
licks her lips, I feel my dick respond by bobbing once. “Can I?”
she asks. Her eyes are so big and round and innocent, which is
funny, considering what we just did was anything but.

“Chloe, I won’t last long. It probably
wouldn’t be—”

“Please, Logan? I want to return the favor,”
she adds, getting all sheepish on me. She lowers her eyes, and then
brings them back up, meeting mine again.

I almost collapse. Who is she, and what has
she done with my Chloe? This girl is a vixen, straight-up. To tease
me further, she opens her mouth wide, expecting me to just insert
myself.

“I’m not going to last long, baby,” I tell
her again.

“But if I get you off now, you’ll last
longer afterward, right?”

I pause for a few seconds before sighing
roughly. “Yes.”

She grabs me and slides half of my member in
her mouth, moaning. I almost lose my load. Ever so slowly, I begin
slipping my dick in and out of her. She uses one hand to hold it in
place, and the other reaches around my backside, grabbing my ass
and digging her nails in.

“Oh,
Chloe
.” I groan and close my
eyes.

She pulls me all the way out of her mouth
and looks up. “All or nothing, Logan.”

“Sweetie, listen. I would, but it’ll choke
you, and I don’t want that to be your first experience.”

She rolls her eyes. “I can handle it.”

“Whatever you say . . .”

She resumes her previous position, and I
slowly slide my shaft in until it hits the back of her throat. She
gags. I begin to pick up the pace as Chloe grabs my ass with both
hands, her nails digging into my cheeks. Just when I should stop,
she urges me to go on by pulling me toward her. I clasp her hair
away from her face, and her eyes never leave mine. God, does she
know what she’s doing to me?

“Chloe, I’m not going to make it.” I try
tugging her head away, but she won’t budge. When my hips stop
pumping, she finishes the job by continually moving her mouth. I
thrust twice and throw my head back, gritting my teeth. With my
legs and body and mind still recovering from what just happened,
still feeling like they’re tingling all over, she sucks all of me
and swallows. I shudder.

Quickly moving to lay her back, I let my
weight fully rest on my arms beside her. I lean in for a kiss and
grapple with my backpack next to the bed, reaching in and fumbling
around. Aha! Found it! I snatch a condom and rip open the wrapper
with my teeth.

“This will hurt,” I tell her. “But I’ll go
slowly until the pain eases, okay?”

She nods once.

I roll the condom on. Gently, I press myself
to her opening and, inch by inch, slide inside her. She bites her
lip and squeezes her eyes shut, like she’s in pain. I pull all the
way out and then press my way back in. She whimpers.

“Chloe, look at me,” I say. I wait until she
opens her eyes and stares directly into mine. “Tell me when, baby,
and I’ll stop.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m okay. Just . . . keep
going.”

I don’t want to hurt her, but damn this
feels so good. In an attempt to ease the pain and get her mind off
of it, I bend down and kiss her. She gradually opens her mouth to
me, letting me slide my tongue in and around. Her whimpers become
soft moans as I continue my slow entrance and exit of her body. As
her legs wrap around my waist, her hands find my ass, fingernails
digging in.

“I’m going to speed up a little, okay?” I
place a lingering kiss on her lips as I up the tempo. Her back
arches, and her mouth opens to cry out, but I swiftly cover it with
mine again. “Ssh. None of that,” I say in between kisses.

Her eyes take on a hazy glaze. “Logan . . .
Oh, God . . . Don’t stop.”

I chuckle, low and hoarsely. “Wouldn’t dream
of it, baby.”

Balancing on one straightened arm, I wrap my
other arm underneath her waist and lift her hips. Using her legs as
leverage, she matches my thrusts with her own, nearly sending me
over the edge. I pump faster—
harder—
and each time, she meets
my force with equal vehemence. Our bodies glide against each other,
our lips are constantly intermingling. Pressure builds, and we both
fall, fall, fall over the precipice of passion. Together. As
one.

Lying here, limbs entangled and hearts
racing, I nestle my face against her neck and plant delicate kisses
on her skin. “Promise me something?”

“Anything,” she replies breathlessly.

“Whatever happens, wherever life takes us,
we’ll always be together.”

She turns her head slightly toward me, just
enough so she can give me a sidelong glance. “I promise.”

I sigh with relief. “I’m going to find a way
to be with you in California, even if it takes months, years, or
most of my life.”

She rests her head against mine.

Taking a deep breath, I say, “Do you ever
feel like there’s more than what’s around us? I feel like we’re not
living up to our full potential. Like, there are so many things to
do and see in the world, and we haven’t even begun to imagine
what’s in store for our futures.”

She smiles. “Is that your new goal in life?
To see the world?”

I rise up and look her in the eyes. “Only if
you’re there to experience it all with me. Maybe we can start a new
to-do list.”