Crazy Beautiful Love

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He shook his head and his eyes were alight with laughter. “Do you want to feel my hands all over you?”

“Yes.” I smiled up at him, and he laughed. He looked down at me with a huge smile and he sighed briefly.

“You really are a different one, aren’t you, Maddie?”

“Perhaps.” I reached up to him. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“What do you want me to do to you?” His eyes seemed to glitter as he stared down at me.

“Spank me,” I breathed out lightly.

“How?” He stared at me and my heart raced.

“I want you to take me over your knee and spank me for being bad,” I breathed up at him, hardly believing I had said the words out loud. But for some reason, I wasn’t shy or scared. When I was with Logan, I felt like nothing was out-of-bounds.

“You want me to spank you?” He hovered over me. “Do you really want me to put you over my knees?”

I nodded, and he grabbed my body and placed me on his lap, facedown.

“Like this?”

“Yes,” I moaned, and I looked up at his glittering eyes.

“You want to feel my hands on you?” His hands caressed my butt cheeks and his fingers slipped in between my thighs as he rubbed my ass. “Do you like this?” His voice was low and I could feel his erection hardening against my stomach.

“Yes,” I moaned as he pulled my shorts down and slipped them off my legs.

“Do you like this?” He slapped my ass lightly and I wiggled beneath him.

“Hmm, yes.” I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of him touching me.

“Do you like this?” He slapped me a little harder this time, and my ass tingled a little bit.

I nodded, hoping he would do it again. I trembled in his lap, delighting in the deviancy of our actions. I had never felt so alive and aware in my life.

“And what about this?” This time his hand was even harder, and I yelped as his hand smacked my ass and then rubbed it gently.

“I’ll stop, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He removed his hand quickly and I looked up at his face wildly.

“Don’t stop, it feels good,” I gasped at him.

“You like me spanking you in your parents’ bedroom?” He grinned at me, and I nodded, unable to say anything or think about anything other than his hands on me. “Do you like being a bad girl, Maddie? Is this what you’ve been wanting, to be with a bad boy like me?”

My eyes widened as he slapped me again. He slipped his hands between my legs, and this time his fingers pressed into my wetness. I thought I was going to come at his light touch.

“Have you been waiting on me all night? Hoping you could be a bad girl? Hoping that the bad boy would come and give you a good spanking?” His voice grew louder as he spanked my ass lightly and rubbed in between my legs. I felt myself growing wetter and I groaned. “Or do you want me to stop?” He started to move his hand and my body cried out for me to stop him.

“No.” I shook my head and clenched my legs, trapping his hand in between my legs. He wiggled his fingers against me and I moaned as he slipped two fingers inside of me. “Oh my …” I gasped as he played with me. “Don’t stop.” I begged him as he withdrew his fingers right as I felt my orgasm reaching a cl**ax.

“Don’t stop what?” He leaned back onto the bed and I turned around so that I was lying on top of him. I looked down at him and grinned before pulling my top off. He gasped as I leaned down and quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down.

“Take your top off.” I laughed at his surprised expression. Two could play this game. I dropped his pants on the floor and moved up so I was straddling him, his boxer shorts the only barrier between my sensitive mound and his pulsing erection. He stared up at me, taking in my na**dness, and I brushed my ni**les against his mouth, moving back quickly as he tried to take one into his mouth.

“Take off your top first.”

“Do you want me to spank you again?” he questioned as he pulled his shirt off. I stared down at his chest and ran my hands up and down his abs, trying to avoid staring at his scar. It had obviously made him self-conscious earlier and I didn’t want to do that again. Though I wondered how he had gotten it. Had he been in a fight and someone had pulled out a knife? Or had he tried to rob a house and gotten cut on some broken glass? I ran my fingers over it thoughtfully, and he pulled me up to him quickly, rolling me over so I was on my back and he was in top of me. I opened my legs and wrapped them around his waist, and his mouth came crushing down on mine. I felt his chest crush against my br**sts as his tongue sought out mine, our lips pressing against each other’s urgently. I ran my hand through his hair and I felt his hand run down the side of my body, grabbing my leg and pulling me more tightly around him. I felt his hardness twitching against me through his boxers and I started moving back and forth slowly so I could feel him rubbing me up and down.

Logan gasped against my lips, as I increased my pace and he started moving his hips, rubbing against me harder and harder. I felt the tip of him against me and realized he must have slipped out of his boxer shorts. He was at my entryway so I reached up and grabbed his ass and pushed him into me so I could feel him inside me. He shook his head and laughed as he shifted slightly. I no longer felt him against me and I moaned in exasperation. My brain felt dazed with lust and I opened my eyes to see why he hadn’t taken me.

“It’s not going to be that easy,” he whispered against my lips. “I told you that by the end of the night, I’m going to have you screaming my name, begging me to take you.”

“I want you to take me now,” I gasped and ran my hands down his body until I held his erection in my hands. “Take me now, Logan.”

“Not yet.” He shook his head. “Why ruin the fun?”

“I want you inside of me.”

“You’ve had me inside of you.”

“I want you inside of me again, now.” I tugged at his hair. “Please.”

“Have you ever f**ked on your parents’ bed before?”

“No,” I moaned, needing to feel him inside of me.

“How does it feel?”

“Naughty.” I blinked up at him. “Like I’m a bad girl.”

“You are a bad girl.” He laughed, and his mouth found my breast.

“Well, you’re a bad boy.”

“What would your dad say if he knew what you were doing?” He bit down on my nipple. “What would he say if he walked in right now and saw you na**d on his bed, with Logan Martelli sucking on your nipples?”

“He wouldn’t like it,” I gasped as he suckled on my other nipple and bit down hard. “Ooh, that feels... oooh!” I cried out as he slipped two fingers inside of me as he continued sucking.

“What would he think if he saw me bringing you to an orgasm with my fingers?” He whispered in my ear. “His little girl being pleasured by the bad boy of River Valley?” My eyes shot open at the sound of venom in his voice, and I squirmed, slightly uncomfortable. Why did he keep mentioning my dad?

“I don’t… oh my God,” I screamed in ecstasy as Logan kissed down my body and his tongue replaced his fingers. “Oh my, Logan, ooh, don’t stop.” I grabbed his head and bucked under him as his tongue slipped in and out of me. “Please don’t stop, I’m going to come.” His hands grabbed hold of my h*ps and pushed my legs open even wider as he devoured me with his tongue and sucked on me. I felt my body tremble as my cl**ax built up and then explode into a million pieces as I felt myself orgasm underneath him. Logan continued to lick me up after I had finished coming. I closed my eyes and lay there, delighting in the feelings that were still coursing through my body. Logan finally stopped and I felt his lips kiss up my body and stop on my mouth. His tongue traced over my lips and his hands grabbed mine and he pulled them above my head.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded me and I opened them slowly, feeling slightly shy at what had just happened. “Did you like that?”

“Yes.” I grinned up at him, thrilled at the look of desire in his eyes. As I stared up at him, I felt like I had known him for a million years, not just one day.

“Do you let every guy do this to you right away?” His eyes darkened and he looked at me furiously as if jealous.

“No, of course not.”

“Then why me?” His grip tightened and he looked down at me. “You don’t strike me as a girl who turns to a life of crime and winds up in my bed all in one day, just because.”

“We’re not in your bed,” I replied impishly.

“What?” He looked at me in confusion, then his eyes sparkled as he got my comment. “Your mouth is going to get you in trouble, Maddie Wright.”

“I’d rather trouble were to get into me.” I winked at him and wiggled underneath him.

“You’d rather trouble get …” he burst out laughing as he realization dawned on him. “You are a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“Only recently,” I answered honestly. “But, I suppose my whole life has been building up to this moment.” And being with you, I thought to myself. My whole life has been the opening to this main act. But I didn’t voice my thoughts. I didn’t want to scare him. I didn’t want him to know that at first sight I had known that we were destined to be together. That I would do anything to be with him.

“Your whole life, huh?” He stilled and rolled away from me. “You’ve been watching too many romance movies, Maddie. This doesn’t end in happily ever after.”

“Who says?” I rolled over and looked at him, hurt.

“What part of this makes you think of happily ever after?” His fingers trailed down the valley between my breasts. “You’re just a goodtime girl to me.”

“Maybe you’re just a goodtime boy to me.” I tried to disguise the pain in my voice as best as I could. “Maybe I just want to be f**ked by the baddest boy in town.”

“Well, you already got your wish then, didn’t you?” His voice was harsh.

“You’re an asshole.” I stared at him with hate. I didn’t understand why he was so hurtful to me. There were times I felt he was just role-playing with me, and yet there were times I knew he was deliberately trying to hurt me.

“I never said I wasn’t.”

“You can leave.” I rolled away from him, and closed my eyes. This had all been a mistake. I should have just left well enough alone. I hadn’t intended for all of this to go down. I had just wanted to meet him and to get to know him, but everything had just spiraled out of control. I had acted wanton, crazy, and desperate, and now he had no respect for me. He probably considered me some sort of rich-girl whore.

“I haven’t f**ked you yet.” He grabbed ahold of me and turned me around. His eyes surveyed my face, and I saw a glimpse of indecision in his glance before he pulled me towards him and held me in his arms. “Don’t cry,” he whispered against my hair.

“I’m not crying,” I whispered against his chest, tears welling up in my eyes. I didn’t know why I was so emotional. He was right; I was living in some sort of fairytale in my mind. And now I didn’t know how to feel, and I didn’t know how to tell him that I’d had a crush on him for years. He wouldn’t understand and would definitely think I was a psycho then. A real psycho. I felt his hands running up and down my back and I bit into his chest, wanting to taste him, wanting to eat him, wanting to consume and be consumed. I needed this man. It didn’t matter how long it lasted.

“What are you doing to me, Maddie?” Logan swore and pulled away from me. “I better go.”

“No.” I shook my head and held on to him tighter. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I need to go.” He looked at me and I could see that he was wrestling between two emotions. I just couldn’t tell what those emotions were. “I’m sorry I threw gravel at your door, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“What, is Logan Martelli apologizing to me for something?” I gave him a small smile, trying to break the tension between us.

“We shouldn’t be here.” His eyes were dark as he looked around the room.

“Don’t you want me to pleasure you again, Logan?” I leaned over and bit his lower lip. I didn’t want him to leave.

“Why did you come to find me tonight?”

I shook my head, not wanting to tell him about my secret crush. I knew he didn’t do relationships and I didn’t want him to know how serious I had been with my comments about us falling in love and getting married.

“How did you know I would be at the pier?”

I sighed and looked away from him for a second. “I guess I’ll tell you. I don’t want you to think I’m a stalker.”

“Tell me.” He stared at me, unblinking.

“Joey Kennedy told me.” I said the words I had been told to say and ran my hands down his arms and he froze.

“You know Joey Kennedy?”

“Yeah, we were friends in elementary school.” I shrugged. “I guess he knows one of your brothers and they…” Logan’s lips stopped my words, and he nibbled on my lower lip as his fingers went down to my sweet spot and explored again.

“Shhhh.” His eyes blazed into mine, as he sat up and pulled his boxer shorts all the way off and threw them on the ground. “I think I’ll stay. We don’t want to waste this king-sized bed, do we?”