For the Night: Complete Box Set (6 page)

I checked the door to the en-suite, if you could
call a room that size an en-suite, you could nearly fit my London apartment
into it. The black orchids were on a ridiculously long console table, which was
behind the door. There was no way I could cover them and how the hell would I
explain that? I’d need another tactic. Breaking the vase was probably my only
option, I sincerely hoped that it wasn’t an original Ming Dynasty one, or that
would fuck up my finances royally. I checked myself in the mirror in the
bedroom, running my hands through my hair and adjusting my shirt by undoing the
cufflinks and rolling back my sleeves. I secured my cufflinks in my overnight case
which was in the walk in dressing room, before heading back to the lounge to
find Camilla still kneeling, waiting patiently. I sat away from her and splayed
my knees.

‘Where have you been?’ she demanded with a sulky
pout as she looked over her shoulder at me.

‘I’m sure I could head back down to the bar and
find other more compliant and affable women to fuck, Camilla. Would you like
that?’

‘No, Sir,’ she bit back quickly.

‘Excellent, neither would I. You’re incredibly hot
and sexy, I love the way that you move that toned dancers body of yours. I want
you Camilla, but first I want you to crawl on your hands and knees to me and
unzip my trousers.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ she moaned and cheekily slunk over
like a panther as she grinned at me. She halted between my thighs, lifted her
hands and deftly undid the button of my waistband and slowly unzipped as both
of our breathing levels increased. I loved getting head, there again, what guy
didn’t? I didn’t believe in there being such a thing as bad head, anyone’s lips
and mouth around my cock felt good, there were just different levels of “good”
that could turn an “ok” blow job into a “fucking sensational” blow job. Camilla
looked so eager, I had a feeling she’d be somewhere towards to top end of the
scale, but that wasn’t on the agenda until later. I shuddered as she extracted
me and I felt her fingers curl around my hot flesh.

‘Stop. Remove your hand and sit back on your heels
with your knees spread.’

‘
Sir,
’ she whined. I reached down and
removed her small hand, replacing it with my own larger one and gave myself a
couple of leisurely strokes. Now, the day I could find a woman who could jack
me off as well as I did was the day I’d probably ask for a woman’s hand in
marriage.

‘You want to taste me?’

‘So badly, Sir,’ she nodded.

‘Then do as I ask, remove your bra and play with
your nipples. I want to see your excitement leaking out of you again.’

‘But the carpet,’ she protested wide eyed.

‘The carpet, Sir,’ I corrected. ‘I’d like the
staff to know how excited I got you in here, to see your come all over the
perfect cream pile, to have to get on their hands and knees and remove your
enjoyment from it, so every time they see you, they’ll know how good Logan
Steele was.’ She gulped and nodded, then reached behind her and undid the hooks,
slowly sliding the straps down her arms as I continued to stroke myself. As I
suspected, she was virtually flat chested, it was pointless her wearing a bra.
I loved women with full ripe breasts and big nipples that filled my mouth as I
lavished attention to them. ‘Spread your legs further, I want to see the pink
and the cream,’ I growled.

‘
Yes,
Sir,’ she mewled as her fingers
pulled and teased her nipples to stiffer points. A woman’s vagina was a thing
of beauty to me, such pleasure lay at its core for them and for me. Camilla’s
was a hot pink, with bigger than normal inner lips, I preferred them smaller so
that I got a better view and access to their clit. Hers was tiny, but obviously
not lacking in sensitivity judging by the bubbling fluid leaking from her. I
also preferred vaginas that were a soft pink in shade. Camilla keep licking her
lips and staring at my cock, so I relented.

‘You may suck it, now, just for a minute.’

‘O yes, Sir,’ she cried and scrambled forwards,
nearly breaking the damn thing as she grabbed it and pulled it into her mouth
and sucked with the enthusiasm of a new born baby on a nipple.

‘O God, that’s good,’ I moaned. I wasn’t lying,
she
was
good, though she couldn’t take me whole, she made up for it with
enthusiasm as she worked her fists in time with her sucking. I leaned back and
put my hands behind my head as I observed her. Manly, commanding and aggressive
was what she’d wanted. I’d give her the manly now and save the aggressive for
the bedroom.

‘Suck harder. I’m not going to come in your mouth
yet Camilla, I want to fuck you first, I want to feel you surrounding me again.
Once you’ve recovered from the multiple orgasms I’m about to give you, at some
stage you’ll kneel in front of me again with your hands bound behind you. I’ll
feed you my cock and you’ll suck me to completion, until I unload in your mouth
and watch you swallow before spilling the rest of it all over your face and
chest.’ I smiled as I heard a groan and felt it rumble around my cock as her
big eyes met mine and she nodded.

Camilla

‘Logan,’ I protested as he
pulled my mouth away from my favourite sexual pastime, other than getting
orgasms myself. I loved giving oral, seeing a powerful man like him coming
apart at the seams because I had my lips wrapped around his cock made it all
the more enjoyable. It didn’t matter what age they were, or what their status
was, all boys and men were on a level playing field when they were getting
head. Logan’s tasted better than I’d imagined, musky and salty with that
gorgeous baby soft foreskin covering his thick, soft, shiny glans. I’d lapped
hungrily at his slit, sucking up all his pre-come, wishing he’d come so I could
gargle it and swallow him down, or snowball with him, that really got me hot.
He pulled me up onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me as he kissed me
hungrily. I could feel his need for me radiating off him, I held all the power
now.

He suddenly stood and I clung to him as our
kissing increased in ferocity as he marched us both determinedly to the
bedroom. I screamed as he ripped me off him and launched me into the air. I
giggled as I bounced on the centre of the California king sized bed, but my
giggles soon stopped as he started unbuttoning his shirt and I saw his firm
pecs and oblique’s being unveiled. I gulped as he shrugged the shirt off, he
was in way better shape that even our football players and so much broader. I
tried to control my breathing as he toed off his shoes, bent down and ripped
off his socks, then dropped his trousers and I got to see his cock in all its
glory, jutting out angrily from his slim hips and that damn sexy dip on each
hipbone.

‘I hope you’re seriously wet Camilla, because
watching you creaming yourself for me, then feeling you suck me, has me harder
than I’ve ever been.’

‘Really?’ I gasped, not sure if he was telling the
truth or playing his role. I decided I didn’t actually care, he was here with
me now, with a cock harder than any I’d ever seen, and was about to blow my
mind. I mean seriously, could a guy
get
any harder?

‘Really,’ he growled as he grabbed my ankles,
hauled me down the bed and spread my legs. ‘Can you do the splits?’

‘
Hello!
Cheerleader, what do you think?’ I
responded with a roll of my eyes which earned me a dark look that sent shivers
down my spine. ‘Yes I can Sir, very sorry to be disrespectful, Sir,’ I added
quickly. Next time I booked Logan, free of charge of course, I had a feeling he
could go all out dominant and that was something I just had to experience.

‘Don’t make me reconsider my options, Camilla,’ he
warned. ‘Grab your feet and spread your legs wide open, I fancy tasting you
before I fuck you roughly from behind.’

‘Yes, Sir!’ I eagerly complied and closed my eyes
in sheer bliss as he dropped to his knees and lowered his face to the apex of
my thighs and lavished my clit with such exquisite attention I thought I was
going to die.

‘Delicious,’ his voice murmured, the sensation
reverberating through my core, I climaxed in seconds and he’d barely flicked my
clit with his tongue. I was so wound up just by his presence it was untrue.
‘And so responsive, I’ll come back and lavish the attention that tiny little
clit deserves later, right now I need to bury myself in you. Get on your hands
and knees, arse in the air.’

‘O God,’ I groaned as I quickly scrambled around.
Doggy was my absolute favourite position of all. There was no doubt with that
cock he’d hit my g-spot again and again, as well as making me come from rubbing
against the sensitive nerves of my opening with his girth. Fingers crossed he’d
reach down and tease my clit at the same time, if he did I was about to
experience the second best sex of my life, both instances with him.

‘Just Logan is fine,’ he chuckled, seconds before
he slammed into me, lifting my knees off the bed with the power of his thrust.
I screamed and he grabbed my hips and thrust again and again until I was
clawing at the sheet beneath me, perspiration clinging to my bare skin.

‘
Camilla,
’ he groaned, making my eyes roll
and my fingers clench even harder. His power was just incredible, but he didn’t
just ram in and out like a machine, he lifted and shifted my hips, moved his
own as he varied the speed and the force until I didn’t know what was coming
next. ‘Hold yourself up on your hands.’

‘Yes,’ I gasped and anchored my palms on the soft
Egyptian cotton sheet below me, performing a press up of sorts. He grabbed my
knees and started to pull and push me as he fucked me impeccably. Everything
hurt, but in such a good way. My nipples were stinging, my clit was throbbing and
I felt lightheaded from the sheer force of him. ‘
Logan,
’ I cried as my
body began to tremble with a powerful climax and I felt myself flood. He
dropped my knees back to the bed and placed a gentle hand around my throat as
he pounded me harder and I screamed with pleasure as his other hand slipped
around my clit making me quake again. Every single move he made had my pleasure
in mind, I could get used to having Logan on call to service me.

‘I’m going to explore this tight little backside
of yours, if you have a problem with that you’d better speak now,’ he murmured
in my ear as he bent over me and kissed my neck.

‘Do it! Sir,’ I begged and pushed backwards,
flowering open for him to thrust his wet thumb inside me. I let out a high
pitched garbled sound.

‘You’re so damn hot, Camilla,’ Logan groaned
behind me. I smiled inwardly, I already knew that, but having this …
sex god
confirm it did my ego no harm at all. ‘Come for me again. Now,’ he ordered. I
did, I was powerless to resist and let’s face it, who wouldn’t be?

‘Logan,’ I sobbed. I was nearing spontaneous
friction combustion from the heat being generated from his swiftly moving cock
inside me. He released my throat and pulled on my clit and nipple at the same
time and I completely shattered, shuddering, quaking, trembling as wave after
wave of orgasm tore through me. I heard him groan with his own peak and he
yanked me up, my back pressed against his firm chest as he tipped my head back
and kissed me. I melted, it was a sweet tender kiss that released a myriad of
butterflies in my stomach. O yes, I could really fall for Logan Steele.

‘You were amazing,’ he sighed. I closed my eyes
and smiled as we collapsed onto the bed.