The 7 Day Stand - Page 19

I fleetingly wonder if I should stop and behave myself, but Logan unbuttons his jeans and readjusts himself. The driver’s dark eyes veer and lock with mine when I grasp Logan’s engorged shaft and stroke him. He licks his lips, ravenously watching me stroke Logan steadily, who whirrs in pleasure. I feel the muscles in his back tense and the vibrations of his moans travels right through me.

The light turns green and Logan speeds off leaving our spectator behind likely palming himself. What have I become? The old me would have died of shame to pull such a risqué stunt like that, but this version of me found the entire ordeal incredibly arousing. My panties are soaked through, so much so that I’m sure my arousal has seeped onto the pillion seat.

The cool late-night breeze feels like heaven against my flushed skin. Not the smartest idea jerking off a man while he rides a motorcycle at sixty miles per hour, however the feel of his dick growing thicker and harder in my hand makes it damn near impossible to stop.

So, I don’t.

I continue to stroke him, using my thumb and smearing the pre-cum that oozes from the tip over the ridge where he has his piercing which causes him to shudder. I wish I could hear him moaning, but the engine of the bike is far too loud to make anything out.

A couple of minutes later—much to my dissatisfaction the bike rolls to a stop at the front entrance of the Le Grandeur Hotel. I stare up in awe at the luxurious hotel before me. This hotel is one of the most exclusive, not to mention costly hotels in San Diego.

And here I sat on the back of a motorcycle with Logan’s hard cock grasped in my hand. How classy.

My eyes flitter over to the doorman and the valet about to walk over, and sheer panic fills me. Thankfully, Logan covers himself with his helmet as the valet makes his way toward us.

I bite my lip and watch him discreetly stuff himself back into his jeans and quickly do it up before he helps me off the bike.

“You’re filthy.” He growls avidly in my ear once he pulls the helmet off my head and hands it to the young valet. My cheeks burn red hot, but I force myself to look up at him and hold his gaze when he lifts the hand that I used to stroke him and sucks my thumb with a low groan at the secondhand taste of himself. Holy Hercules, the insatiable look in his grey eyes has my stomach entwined into a million knots. “I taste good on you.”

I swallow hard.

Could this man get any sexier?

“Welcome back, Mr. Pierce.” The valet greets, rudely interrupting the moment. Logan turns to look at the Valet and smiles handing over the keys.

“Take care of my girl, Andy.”

The boy nods with a courteous smile. “I always do, Mr. Pierce.”

Logan hooks his arm around my waist and keeps me at his side as we walk to the entrance of the hotel several employees greet him by name. “I take it you come here often.” I point out when I notice the young receptionist waves and smiles at him flirtatiously.

Logan smiles handsomely and gives me a side long stare. “I do, yes.”

My insides burn as if someone just lit a fire deep inside my chest. My eyes sweep across the hotel’s lavish lobby, my eyes locking with every young woman looking in our direction. Likely wondering what a refined and successful man like Logan Pierce is doing with someone like me. I mean, we’re in a hotel with no luggage so I think it’s patently obvious to everyone with eyes and a brain why we are here.

Exactly, how many women has he brought here before me?

Don’t you even think about asking that question, Savi. He’s not your boyfriend, you have no right to be jealous. It’s a fling, a meaningless, casual fling.

While Logan checks us in I drop a message to the girls in our group chat that I’m with Logan, so they don’t worry.

Han:

What?! Two nights in a row?! Bitty, you’ve got him hooked, bby!

Vee:

That’s my girl! Call him Daddy, men love that!

I scrunch up my nose at the last message and type a text back.

Me:

I’ll do no such thing!

Vee:

Don’t be a bore, you whore! If he’s a dominant lover—which he seems to be, it will drive him absolutely wild. And if he calls you a ‘good girl’, he’s for sure into it!

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