Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Logan

On my way to Adam's condo, I definitely did not expect to be doing this - and by this, I mean going into second base with Em in a freezing creepy somewhat empty apartment. I thought we'd be fighting which is why I came prepared with donuts, just in case she decides to kick me out. To my surprise, I was greeted by a very pleasant make out session.

As we walk into her bedroom, I can't help but feel nervous. I know that I'm her first and I also know that first times are usually painful for girls so I don't want to ruin sex for her. Are we even going to have sex? Shit, I don't have condoms. The one time I decide to go out without condoms - Fuck my life.

Anyway, I can't believe that I'm saying this but I don't think that I want to have sex tonight. I just don't want to rush it and Em freaks out like at every minor display of affection so I'm even surprised that she's letting me do this now.

"What? Why did you stop? Is something wrong?" She asks when she notices that I'm lost in my thoughts.

She's looking at me with fear in her eyes. My gut swirls with guilt when I realize that she's doubting herself at the moment and thinking that I changed my mind about her - us. Fuck, if only she knew how crazy I am about her.

My fingers slowly find themselves moving to her pants and I stop, my eyes meeting hers to ask for permission. "Tell me to stop."

She bites down her lower lip before shaking her head. "Please don't."

I start to pull her pants down, my breaths get more frantic by the minute. It really sucks that there's no power because there's nothing I want more than to see her expression at this moment, especially as my fingers make their way past her panties.

I'm surprised by the smooth feel of her skin because I didn't expect her to have shaved. Actually, Mar never shaved and I never gave a flying fuck to be honest. But this - this feels really good.

Em lets out a sigh when my thumb touches her clit before her hands find their way into my hair. Fuck, I love the way she pulls my hair. My thumb rubs circles around her clit before leaving slight but firm taps. "Logan," She breathes out.

I can't help but look at her and try to memorize this moment, with her eyes closed and lips parted. Her chest moving up and down in a frenzied manner as her fingers grab my hair. The urge to make her come takes over me as I add another finger and rub her clit faster, all while my tongue devours her.

The small whimpers that she's making are enough to make me finish right now but I try to pull it together. I can sense that she's getting close just from the rhythm of her breathing so I rub faster, which earns me a satisfied moan.

I let my other hand wander under her shirt before tormenting one of her nipples between my thumb and index. "Logan, I'm so close. So close. Please don't stop."

My dick throbs at the sound of her voice, tormented and breathless. I need to make her reach it - Fuck, I need to hear her release it all. I thrust my tongue inside her and increase the pressure of my thumb on her clit.

I feel her walls tighten against my tongue as she pulls my hair tighter. "That's it, baby. Let go. Come for me."

She lets out a long sigh as the blood rushes to her clit and the tingling sensation spreads. After a couple of seconds, her body slowly relaxes. That's when I look up to meet her eyes for the first time.

Fuck, she looks beautiful. Her lips are plump, probably because of all the kissing. Her cheeks are flushed and she has that dreamy look in her eyes. It makes me want to throw her against the wall and fuck the living shit out of her. But I obviously can't because I'm trying to be a gentleman.

My fingers find their way to her cheeks, caressing the soft flushed skin around her jaw. "You're beautiful," I accidentally blurt out.

Her lips turn upward before her index traces a line from my arm to my neck, stopping briefly at my shoulder. She's such a turn on. Her hand moves to my hair, curling a strand around her finger. "I hope I didn't hurt you with all the hair pulling," She whispers.

A laugh escapes me. "I assure you, that was extremely hot. And you weren't even pulling that hard compared to-" Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Did I really just say that out loud? Fuck my life.

Em looks away, before letting out a long exhale. "Of course."

"Em, I'm sorry, I don't even know why I said that-" I try to stop her from leaving but she pushes me away. "Em, wait."

She's already walking out of the bedroom with nothing but her shirt that barely covers her butt, so I assume that she's not going far away. I follow her into the kitchen, where she's having a glass of water.

"Em, please don't push me away. I can explain."

I wish she'd get mad at me or at least show me that she's angry. But she's just staring at me with apathy. "It's fine, Logan, I promise that I'm not pushing you away. I just don't care. I don't know why you're taking this so seriously."

My chest feels tighter and the walls of the room seem to be getting tighter, especially when she's washing her glass as if I'm not even here. Long gone is the Em that was laying on the bed with me a couple of minutes ago, with a dreamy look in her eye and flushed cheeks. I don't even recognize who she is now.

I grab her hand as she turns to leave the kitchen. She finally meets my eye for the first time. Nothing. She's unreadable. "What? Why are you making such a big deal? We're just hooking up, Logan, you know that, right?"

I don't say anything because I don't actually know that we're just hooking up. Because this is obviously more than just a fucking hook up for me.  Because I haven't stopped thinking about her for weeks and I was actually considering moving here for college and - Fuck, I'm such an idiot.

"I should go," I mutter before turning to grab my jacket.

"Oh no, can you leave it here? I want to piss Adam off by texting him that you left your jacket here."

My heart drops to the pit of my stomach. So that's it? Everything between us is a game for her to fucking piss off Adam? "You've got to be kidding me, right?"

She blinks. "No, for real."

"I'm not some toy that you can use whenever you want to piss my uncle off." I say before grabbing my jacket.

She scoffs. "Your uncle? You can just call him my dad, you know?"

"Well, he doesn't seem to be very proud of that since he is persistent on hiding it so I'll stick with calling him my uncle." As soon as the words leave my lips, I instantly regret them. Fuck, even though she's been fucking toying with my feelings all along, I still shouldn't have said that.

She blinks, clearly not expecting that. I know, it's a fucking low blow and before I could apologize and take it back, she pushes me towards the front door. "Out. Get the fuck out, right now."