Shattered Hearts A MFM Love Story

~ ~ Logan ~ ~

Parking up, I was out and around to her side, opening the passenger door, her hand slipping into mine with ease. Shutting the door, I pulled her flush against me, my large hands cupping her face.

“I’m not lying when I said as soon as we’re inside, I’m whisking you upstairs,” I breathed, kissing the words over her lips.

“I’m not stopping you,” she whispered.

Smiling and so fucking eager we ran inside the house and once inside she was in my arms, wrapping her slender ones around my neck, tickling the hair on the nape of my shirt collar as her legs wrapped themselves perfectly and my hands migrated to hold her ass.

This felt different. There was an energy, kinda like electricity building a tangible urgency between us.

Was it because it was just the two of us?

And if so. Could I push the boundaries tonight? Take it a little further?

It was a tricky path to navigate. And one I didn’t want to mess up.

Lips entangled, I didn’t need to see where I was going. Up the stairs, bearing left. “Want you,” she said against my lips as I kicked open the door to my bedroom instead of hers.

I wanted her in my bed tonight. All night.

“What do you want, Princess?” I would let her lead.

“I don’t know—just more. I want more of this.” Her breathing was rapid.

“Tell me. What does more look like?”

“I want to taste you, Logan... and not just your mouth.”

And like the man in my dream. The thought of her on her knees, my cock squeezed tight between those sweet cherry lips, appeared like a blinding flash behind my eyes.

I walked us to the bed. But I needed to play this out carefully.

“I’ll do you deal, Princess?” Rubbing my nose over hers.

“Ah-huh.”

“I get to taste you first.”

Just the idea of my head between her creamy thighs was like Christmas and all my birthdays rolled into one giant gift. A gift I wanted to unwrap and play with. “What do you say?”

Her head snapped back, eyes were big and stunned, but I sensed a hunger in them too.

Was she scared or aroused? Probably both.

Until now, me and Jackson had kept it safe—touching, yeah, but her underwear had stayed in place.

Give her a second to think about it. I lowered her to her feet but our bodies moulded together, with my hands bearing down on her hips. My pelvis rotated, grinding my stiff cock against her. It was attempting to punch through my jeans.

I wanted her to know how much she turned me on. How much I wanted her.

Maddy went up on her tiptoes, nudging up my chin and sucked on my Adam’s apple, dragging her tongue upwards to nibble on my earlobe. Sexy little minx. And I let out a wanton moan. Sweet Jesus. “Fuck, Princess.”

“You like this, Logan?” she said seductively.

Like? I more than liked. “Mhhmm,” I moaned ...But she hadn’t answered my question. “We can stop at any time if you don’t like it or can’t relax.” Breathing. “I’d never hurt you.”

The answer rolled off her tongue before I blinked.

“Okay. Deal.”

Holy shit.

My heart lifted, it just about shot out of my mouth. “We can go slow,” I promised, easing back so she could see the sincerity in my eyes.

Maddy swept the hair across my forehead and her cheeks were as red as a blush on a sweetened apple. But it was the fire in those blues that had darkened temptingly, signalling the encouragement I was searching for.

“Lie down for me.” My voice was gravelly, deep.

The blush from her cheeks bled down her throat and further.

She sat, kicking off her shoes and pushed further back and then lay down, her hair naturally fanning out.

So goddamn beautiful.

The bed dipped under my weight as I crawled on and moved over her, keeping my weight from her.

I stared down at her just to let myself enjoy the moment. Just the two of us.

No Sharing. No waiting. Just us.

And as much as I know I shouldn’t want it this way. I did. I couldn’t help it. It was so difficult to deny those feelings in my chest, pulling at every single heartstring in there. I was truly too fucking jealous to share her sometimes.

I needed this like I needed oxygen for my survival.

And I would take whatever she was offering. “You know I’ll never deny you anything, right?”

She looked at me with such trust in her eyes and I could pretend it was this way, always.

And you might think this makes me a bastard, but I could tell you right now that Jackson had the same thoughts. But neither of us was willing to step away. And I’d never be cruel and make her choose, although maybe a small part of that was because I thought she might choose him.

And that would kill me.

So for now, I’ll play this game and savour this moment.

The heartbeat in her temple danced, and I counted the freckles across her cute nose, all the better now that she didn’t bother with all that fancy face paint. She never needed it anyway. She’s beautiful. And I loved every single one of them.

I trailed my knuckle over her warm cheek.

“Is everything okay, Logan?” Her eyebrows sank in, and a tiny line dug in between. “Don’t you not want to now?”

Oh yeah, we’re doing this alright. “No rush, Princess.”

She wriggled beneath me. “I guess I’m just a little impatient.”

I rolled my hips against hers, pressing my insistent bulge against her sex, and she gasped. My gaze sharpened on her lips. “Does that in any way, shape or form, say I don’t want this—want you, Maddy?”

Her small hand pressed over my heart. “It’s beating so darn fast.” She seemed surprised.

“It beats for you, Princess. Only for you.” I dipped my head and swiped my tongue into her mouth, quietening any doubts about me she might have and if I thought I could go sweet and slow, my patience was being eaten into.

But there’s something else I felt with the urgency between us, seeing her with need in her eyes. Need for me. That she wants to give more of herself, and that made me feel more desired than I ever had.

“Please, don’t stop, Logan” Her hips pushed up to tease mine and I loved hearing my name drop from her lips.

“Feeling needy Princess?”

“I need you, Logan.”

My nostrils flared and my heart just quit on me—right there. “Say that again, Princess.”

“I need you, Logan,” she repeated, and my heart went from still to dancing in a parade.

Heat shot through my groin and so help me god, I was getting close to coming in my freakin’ pants if I didn’t stop rubbing up against her. I had to squeeze my eyes shut and take a calming breath.

“I wanna go first,” she said and my eyes sprang open to greet her determined ones.

What did I say ’bout not denying my girl anything?

Yeah. Got me on that one.

But why the hell not? At this rate, her lips would only have to touch it and it would be game over.

I ran the pad of my thumb across her plump bottom lip, pressing it in just a little, and her tongue dipped out and swirled around the tip. Before she shocked me and sucked it right into her hot little mouth, right down to the knuckle.

Shit. I swallowed, slowly.

“How do you want to do this, Princess? Me lying down. Or me standing and you on your knees?” My voice was tight and the picture forming in my mind of her on her knees looking up at me all innocent and wide-eyed did something crazy to my insides.

She trapped her tongue between her lips, thinking. “Take off your clothes and sit up against the headboard and I’ll climb between your legs.”

Damn, looks like my girl had given this some thought.

I pushed up, toeing off my boots, flipping each button on my shirt, breathing a little heavier as I frantically unbuckled my belt, the button clumsy in between fingers before almost ripping off the damn zipper. I pushed them down, dragging my feet free, kicking them away to leave me in grey boxer briefs, my thick cock tenting and throbbing in time with my crazy heartbeat.

It felt like forever to get me here, but in reality, it took no more than twenty seconds—tops.

Her eyes got sky-wide, her full lips parted and she dented her bottom lip with her teeth as those heated blues drank me down like I was the finest whisky in the South.

Fuck. I reached and squeezed my balls through my briefs, almost edging myself because they were so damn ready to pop.

Maddy shifted into a sitting position, moving as my knees dipped into the mattress and she pointed to where she wanted me. I clambered on with no finesse. “This where you want me?” She could have asked me to perform a handstand and I wouldn’t have blinked twice.

“There’s good.” And dare I think it she looked much more confident than I’d seen before. And I felt like we were standing on some precipice that I’d been holding myself back from. Yeah, she might be a virgin, but the look in her eyes was anything but innocent.

This is for her as well as for me. She’s proving something. Not that she needs to.

“Let's take these off, shall we?”

My hands moved fast, slipping my underwear down to free my cock. Thankful to be free of its confines.

And didn’t her cheeks glow a little brighter and her eyes widen slightly more.

“Everything okay there, Princess?” She was looking at my cock like she’d never seen one before.

She gulped and nodded. “Impressive, is all.”

And didn’t my chest swell. Although it didn’t surprise me her ex would have sported a small dick. I might not have been rolling in cash, but I didn’t come up short in the dick department.

A muscle in my jaw popped as her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. Moving toward me, almost predatory, I parted my thighs to give her more room. She settled between them and pressed her small hands on each of my strong thighs. Her touch was both soothing and arousing, making every hair prickle and stand on end.

“Fuck,” I muttered and my chest vibrated with a tempered down roar when her head dipped and she licked the glossy pre-cum leaking from the slit.

“Christ, Maddy. You’re really wanting it—aren’t you?” I shifted one hand to run across the bottom line of her jaw. The reality of her tongue taking a second swipe had the breath in my lungs stuttering.

Her eyes shimmered with a radiance I’d never seen there before, like I’d just given her a puppy or some other fancy thing for her birthday.

“Yeah.” She pressed a light kiss to the tip. “I do want this—want you, Logan.”

My eyes closed on a groan. I needed to hear that.

Wet heat.

And then it was like sensory overload as she slid her mouth down the length, pausing halfway to pull back and suck my sensitive head. Hissing through gritted teeth, as my head was the most sensitive part for me, and it felt fucking amazing. “Christ, yes, Maddy.”

My eyes popped wide open, watching her. But I couldn’t see her fully, with her long hair acting like a shield. Running my broad palm over the back of her head, shifting through her thick blonde hair just in time to see her cheeks hollow a little as she sucked a little more of me down whilst still swirling that sweet tongue and then paused letting out a hum of pleasure.

And held me there.

Was my Princess teasing me?

“You are fucking sweet torture, Maddy Lockwood.” And I used both hands to gather up as much of her hair and bunch it in one hand, not wanting to miss a goddamn second of her blowing me, loving me with that sweet mouth.

Her hands braced against my muscular thighs as she took a little bit more.

“Eyes on me, Princess. Let me see you.”

I knew it wasn’t the most comfortable position for her, but I had to see those pretty blues.

More of my cock slipped inside her hot, wet mouth. “That’s my girl,” I told her as her eyes stayed in place and as weird as it may sound, but nothing had ever felt more right.

My girl.

Torturously slow, she slid down with my hand held her hair, watching the flare of her eyes and her button nose as she breathed through it. For me, a blow job was all about the woman owning it, using the power she had to allow me to fall apart.

And by god. Maddy owned it.

One hand slipped from my thigh and she cupped my balls, fingers working in tandem whilst her lips sucked and she moaned, sending tingling vibrations that shot right down to my balls.

I wasn’t gonna last. I couldn’t believe I’d lasted this long. “You’re so good at this Maddy,” It was not a word of a lie. And if her eyes could smile—that’s what they were doing right now, and it seemed to urge her on as she took more of me down and I felt the back of her throat and she gagged a little.

“Hey, no forcing it, this is amazing just like this.” I encouraged and wanted her to enjoy it too. Choking is not enjoyable in my head. Her other hand shifted as she slid it up to trial over my hip bone, dragging a nail over the line that cuts just before the abs kicked in. She was moving up the trails of hair toward my abdomen before spreading her finger over my stomach, feeling all the lines and ridges.

She looked fucking stunning, sucking me down my down like it was her favourite candy. “You look fucking pretty, taking me like this.” My voice was no more than a husk as her lashes fluttered. “A mouthful of my cock.” So I know she wouldn’t gag. I guided her head in the rhythm I liked as she tugged on my balls.

“Fuck, just like that, Princess.” Goddamn, this woman could bring a man to his knees. What was I saying? I was already on my knees for her. “Perfect.”

She was sucking harder now, and a damp layer of perspiration eased from my pores. “You make me so goddamn hard for you.” I smiled through the building pressure. “Always have.” She was driving me insane and the familiar tightening of my sac and caress of heating shooting up my spine told me I was so fucking close.

I stopped controlling her head movements, my hand loosening in her hair for some to spill down. “If you don’t wanna swallow...” I sucked in sharply. “Then you need to pull out now.” My jaw clenched tight.

Not surprisingly, she sucked even harder, head bobbing, and she took a little more of me and her eyes dropped from mine. Which was a good thing because I couldn’t keep them open any longer, before—

And it hit me as my hips jerked fast and frantic and I flooded her mouth huffing a breath as she sucked it all down. My lips were so dry my tongue darted across them but they were dry in seconds again because my breathing was that erratic.

Her hot mouth retreated and my eyes were back on her, although to be fair they were a little glazed. But what I could see was that huge smile and as she came into high definition. She also had a dribble of my cum on her chin and didn’t that make my dick perk right up.

Still life in him yet.

But the rest of my body felt soft—sated. “Jesus, Maddy.” I reached down and pulled her up, lifting her toward me, forcing her to straddle, and I pulled her head down, resting our foreheads on one another. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

I felt her smile but I was kissing it off with my lips on hers, which felt a little swollen and hot as I tangled my hand in her hair and hers went up and around the back of my neck teasing the ends of my hair.

My other hand wrapped around her waist, shifting her closer, and then I flipped us both and she was now under me. “My turn, Princess.”