Page 42 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly
Chapter 11
She had sex. Peyton Hart had had sex. And her first time was with her Crim professor, Logan Jeffrey. And it was the best thing ever.
In her entire life, Peyton had always been confident in her decision to stay abstinent until she met the right guy. She hadn't made the choice due to religion or fear but because she didn't want to treat her body like it was worthy of anyone. Her body was a prize and it could not be bought with niceties and flowers. The person she would eventually give her virginity to would be someone who deserved it, someone she cared about, someone she loved.
Peyton swallowed, her eyes opening up to a black room with Logan's arm thrown across her waist, as if he still needed to touch her, even in his sleep. The thought made her skin flush and she couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. He looked beautiful when he slept. He looked beautiful all the time. She shook her head and stared back up at the plain white ceiling, her hands placed over her bare chest, over the heavy comforter that covered her body.
She loved Logan.
She couldn't deny it. She would only be lying to herself if she did.
She hadn't realized it last night but now she knew. And it wasn't the endorphins that had coursed through her body as he shook her with more pleasure than she had ever imagined being placed on her person. It was like she had always known this but had been blind to it until this very moment. She also knew that it didn't matter if he felt the same way about her as she did about him. Love wasn't contingent on someone else; love was love and that was all there was to it. She wasn't about to wake him up to tell him, obviously, but that didn't mean she would deny it, either.
As much as she wanted to remain in Logan's arms and go back to sleep, she needed to wake up and shower. She slid out from his grasp and padded to her closet in order to fetch her robe and grab her shower basket. After slipping on flip flops she could wear in the shower stalls, she headed out, easing the door closed behind her. She didn't write Logan a note, hoping that on the off-chance he did wake up before she returned that he would know she hadn't actually ditched him. However, after everything that had happened last night, she doubted he would wake soon. Which was fine by her, since he needed the sleep and she needed the shower.
As Peyton headed down to doors to the bathing facility, she detected a slight ache between her thighs. It wasn't debilitating. If anything, it was like a badge of honor, a reminder that she wasn't a virgin anymore and that Logan had been the one to take it away from her. She smiled just thinking about it, feeling foolish in her immaturity. She felt like she did when she was in high school and a senior boy knew her name and smiled at her whenever she walked by as a freshman. This was kind of the same thing, she supposed, except instead of smiling, Logan was an asshole who called her sweetheart and kissed her when he didn't kiss anyone.
She shrugged her shoulders. It worked.
Peyton turned on the showers and allowed the hot water to come out with envious pressure. She stood under the shower head, feeling her body relax under the heat and the soothing pressure of the water falling in beads onto her skin. The only thing she regretted about taking this shower was the fact that Logan would be washed off her flesh, but she knew such a thing was only temporary and she hoped that perhaps he would get back on her sometime today.
She blushed just thinking about it. She wanted Logan. Again. Karla was right - he knew how to please a woman. She felt insatiable at the thought of him and couldn't help but want more. She refused to consider the fact that this might very well be temporary, that regardless of the fact that Logan had made her an exception to a few of his rules didn't mean that their relationship was anything resembling permanent. Instead, she focused on the now, on the fact that he was still asleep in her dorm, that he had spent the night when he typically disappeared afterward.
When she finished showering, she wrapped a towel around her body and turned off the water. Her clothes for the day were hanging, waiting for her to slip back on, but an idea formed in her head and she decided to gather the clothes in her tote and keep herself wrapped up in the towel. It was too early for anyone to be awake on a Sunday anyway, and even though this dorm house was co-ed, she wasn't worried in the slightest that she might run into some guy.
Once Peyton grabbed her stuff, she headed out of the bathing facility and into her dorm room. She nearly jumped when, after locking her door behind her, she turned to find Logan, already awake, sitting on her newly made bed. His eyes immediately darkened upon seeing Peyton in nothing but a towel, dripping wet, and he clenched his jaw as some means to control himself.
"Anyone see you?" he asked, his voice tight and husky. Peyton shook her head and Logan stood up to his impressive height. "Good. I don't want anyone fucking seeing you in anything less than a full fucking outfit." He began to stride over to her and Peyton felt her pelvis tingle in anticipation. "Understand me, sweetheart? No one is allowed to see you this way except for me." His hand reached for her towel and he gave it a gentle tug, letting the material drop to the floor.
Peyton gasped. The cool air nipped at her flesh and she felt completely vulnerable under Logan's instance gaze.
"Fuck, you're a fucking work of art," he said as he stared at her. His eyes feasted on the sight of her, going up and down and over her curves. The corner of his lips curled up, causing his dimple to pop into his cheek when he noticed how hard her nipples were. His eyes continued downward, hungry and demanding to be fed, but also wanting to sit back and enjoy what he was offered.
Without warning, he reached behind him and pulled off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor, as he stalked towards her. Shirtless, he trapped Peyton between his arms so her back was pressed against the wall, his large hands on either side of her head. She gulped. It would seem her core was stealing all the moisture from her mouth because she was getting wetter the longer his eyes roamed her body and memories started to flash from last night. Memories that caused feelings to emerge and electricity to start thrumming across her bare skin.
He surprised her by dropping to his knees and spreading her legs slightly and placing his face in her mound. She muffled a noise as he inhaled deeply. She couldn't see him but she had a feeling his eyes were closed and he was taking his moment just to enjoy and appreciate her. His fingers traced mindless patterns on the backs of her thighs, just underneath the curve of her backside. If he hadn't been holding her up, she was absolutely certain she would have melted into a pile beneath his feet.
Without warning, he stuck his tongue out and began to lick her slit. She let out a gasp and spread her legs even further for him. Her fingers clutched his hair and the only sound she could hear was the slurping noises coming from his mouth on her opening. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
"So fucking delicious," he murmured against her.
At such an awkward position, Peyton didn't think he could make her orgasm. However, she completely underestimated his abilities and tenacity because she soon started to feel the fizz and airiness starting to bubble in her core. And then, he stuck his index finger inside of her and curled it, gently caressing her most sacred spot. She couldn't stop the groan from slipping out of her mouth if she tried, and before she knew it, she shattered. He had a firm grip of her hips so he had control over her spasms and he brought her back down to earth after floating higher and higher and higher...
"That's right, sweetheart," he said against her lips. "Come back down to me. That's right." His voice had a gentle roughness to his voice that was both soothing and thrilling at the same time.
Once she relaxed against the wall, Logan picked her up and forced her legs around his waist.
Peyton's eyes snapped open as her hands instinctively clutched his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh. He hissed, his eyes darkening even further to the point where it was difficult for her to tell his pupil from his iris in her hazy state. Her eyes dropped from his gaze to his broad shoulders, tan just like his face, which meant when he worked out, he did so in the sun and without a shirt on. She was hit with an inexplicable amount of jealously coursing through her system at every girl that came before her, that got to see him in this way. On the other hand, she knew they couldn't compare to her, that she was different, she was special, and worrying about what came before meant nothing to them now.
His muscles were taut, holding her up, and she ran her fingers up and down his chest, lightly scratching her nails in his salt and pepper hair, sprinkled over his narrow torso.
God, he was beautiful.
She needed her mouth on him in some way. She had to taste him. She lunged for his neck as his hands tried to hold her up while at the same time tried to unbutton his pants and slide them off as far as they would go. She could feel his hardness against the back of her thigh, could feel the slight moisture of precum on the tip of his member. When she reached his mouth again, Logan ensured the kiss was fierce and passionate.
"I love the taste of you on my mouth," she murmured through the kiss.
"Fuck," he groaned. "I didn't realize how much you liked to fuck, sweetheart."