CHAPTER 7: Too late to stop.

The toy

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Yes, it was. It was too late to stop now.

I lay naked on the bed, Logan's hard, bare body pressing against mine. His lips descended from my neck, trailing down towards my breast. He captured my nipples, teasing them with his teeth and tongue, creating an intense sensation. He played with them for a few seconds before continuing his journey south with his tongue.

My back arched involuntarily as I felt his hot breath fan against my clit. He bypassed it, focusing instead on my thighs, giving it tiny bites and sending currents through my body. I gasped, my hands moving to his head as he gripped my clit, gently pressing it between his teeth before swirling his tongue around it. A loud moan escaped my throat as he ran his finger up and down my clit, then inserted it inside me. My body trembled as he fingered me, all the while massaging my clit with his tongue. An intense warmth and pleasure traveled from my pussy to all parts of my body as I showered his face with my juice. He lifted his head, a satisfied smile playing on his wet lips, as he noticed my face—my face reflecting how well he had pleased me. Pulling me into a kiss, our tongues danced in each other's mouths. I could taste my juice lingering on his tongue.

I shut my eyes and threw my head backward as he slowly slipped his dick into my wet pussy, building up another wave of pleasure. Thoughts of Damon crept into my mind—thoughts of being in Damon’s arms, having his dick inside me, whispering Binky as he fucks heaven and hell out of me.

“Fuck!” I moaned as his stroke got harder, Logan faded away, replaced by Damon in my head. I pulled his hair, dragging him back into a kiss, my hands trailing down his butt. As he flipped me onto my stomach, I arched my back, shooting my ass up.

“Damn!” He rasped out. I wiggled my ass, silently begging him to enter me. He obeyed, slipping his dick back inside me. I moved my hips in rhythm with his thrust, my ass bouncing to the beat.

He leaned down and whispered, “Call my name,” gripping my neck.

I bit my tongue, resisting the urge to call out Damon’s name. No matter how hard I tried, all I could still think of was Damon—his voice, the way he stared at me when he pinned me at my office, his fingers tracing my lips, the way he parted my thighs with his leg. I know I shouldn’t be thinking of him, but I couldn’t help it.

Logan spanked my ass as his thrust got faster and more urgent. Our moans grew louder, thrust got harder, breath got heavier, and pleasure spiked, almost melting down my brain. My body was quivering mercilessly, as I blessed his dick with my juice, and he returned the favor.

"That was epic," Logan remarked, collapsing beside me.

“Mmmhmm.” It was all I could muster after my head cleared. He had fucked the tipsiness out of me. Despite the lingering euphoria, a tightness settled in my stomach. I felt like I’d betrayed Damon. This was my first time having sex since waking up from the coma, and it felt like giving my virginity to someone else. I had forgotten what sex was like, and I had wanted Damon to be the one to remind me.

Logan turned me to face him, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “So, I didn’t manage to erase the terrible memories of tonight, huh?” He chuckled.

“You did manage to get rid of the tipsiness,” I replied, smiling as I ran my hand down his abs. He laughed, then leaned in to kiss me, his charming smile lighting up his eyes. The tightness in my stomach morphed into a flutter, like a moth turning into a butterfly. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a handsome man.

“Let’s shower,” he suggested, getting up from the bed and extending his hand.

I grinned and took his hand, letting him help me up.

Logan and I went for another round in the shower. Wrapped in his arms afterward, we chatted until sleep gently pulled us into her realm.

*****

A bang on the door startled me out of my sleep. It was still dark, and shadows draped my room. Logan remained undisturbed, sleeping soundly like someone wasn’t trying to pull down the house. My heart darted at the thought of Damon being the one banging on the door. Then my pulse dropped as I realized Damon wouldn’t have to knock—he had the password. But I remembered I had changed the password, and my pulse hiked back up. My heartbeat was reverberating in my throat.

“Get up.” I shook Logan awake.

“Morning already?” He mumbled.

“You have to get out now,” I yelled, sounding urgent.

“What?” His eyes shut open, my words devouring any trace of sleep in his eyes. “Who is that?” He asked, finally hearing the relentless banging on the door.

“You have to leave now.” I tossed his clothes at him while he hurriedly pulled on his briefs.

“I’ll explain later,” I said, rushing him to the balcony of my room.

“You want me to jump down from here?” He questioned, his eyes widening. “There’s no way I can jump from here without breaking a leg.” He added.

It is better to risk a broken leg than to face an angry, jealous Damon.

“Come on you wouldn’t break a leg.” I nodded, urging him to jump. “I promise I’ll explain later.”

“I rather face who is out there,” Logan stated, furrowing his brows.

“Except you have a black belt in a martial art, you better jump. And even if you do and manage to beat him. He would ruin our lives.” My expression hardened.

And that wasn’t an empty threat. I once saw Damon take down four men in a brawl outside a club. One lost a tooth, and the others probably ended up in the hospital—all because one of them slapped my butt. Imagine what he’d do if he found out Logan and I just had sex. I ran my hands through my hair, realizing how foolish I had been. Not only would Damon cripple Logan and make sure he never used his dick again, but he might also punish me by withdrawing the money for my mother’s treatment. My mind buzzed with a whirlwind of worries.

“Please, do it for me,” I pleaded, my eyes full of desperation.

“Fine,” he sighed, before flinging himself over the balcony.

I shut the balcony door behind me and scurried downstairs, towards the door.

“Who is it?” I called out, my pulse was hiking up, possibly 200 if that’s even possible.

The knocking grew more aggressive, confirming my worst fear—it had to be Damon.

When I opened the door, there he stood, his tie tilted, clutching a bottle of alcohol. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen, and his face was bruised. My heart sank at the sight—I had never seen him like this.

Collapsing to his knees, he wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered, “Binky.”