Forever Logan by Elena Matthews (animal farm read .txt) 📕

permission is unacceptable, but when it’s a teenager still going through puberty and all the insecurities that come with that, especially when they don’t look like normal boobs, it’s so much worse.”

“Well, I’m glad you broke the fucker’s nose. I mean, that must have taken some talent to break a nose with a badminton racket.”

She tilts her head to the side with a cocky grin. “I caught him with the edge of it. You should have seen all the blood. I got sent to the principal’s office, but as soon as I explained that he’d touched me inappropriately, the principal told me I should have hit him harder,” she says with a giggle.

“Did the kid get in trouble?”

“Oh yeah, he got suspended for the day and then detention for an entire month.”

Somehow, during the past five minutes, Ally has been unknowingly shifting closer to me, and I can’t help but close the distance, my thigh resting against the bare skin of hers.

“What would come next?”

“Huh?” is the response I give her when I find myself losing myself in her perfection.

“The date, after the gelato…what would come next?”

I shake my head before resuming, “I would drive you home before walking you to the door. Then we’d share a good-night kiss.”

“What, you wouldn’t even try to grope me?”

“Nope, I kind of like to leave a chick in suspense.”

I’m guessing I said the right thing, as she seems to smile at that.

“Let’s go back to that kiss. What kind of kiss? Are we talking a peck on the lips or a little tongue action?”

Now, it’s my time to smile, and I inch closer to her. “I know I’m quite the storyteller, but I think actions might speak louder than words.”

Her lips part open. She leans in to initiate the kiss, but I back away slightly and offer her my hand.

“If I’m going to do this right, we need to be standing up.”

She settles her drink on the coffee table before she takes my hand, and I pull her up to her full height and guide her away from the sofa, so we’re standing in front of the window. Dropping her hand from mine, I settle it on her waist, and I bring her a little closer to me. Then, I reenact exactly what I had planned but make it a little cliché.

“I had an amazing night. If you had to compare this date with me or the date with Freddie, which one was better?”

“This date for sure, but I already knew that,” she says, playing along.

The sexual tension between us thickens, and I pull her even closer to me until our chests are touching.

“So amazing that you’d want to go out with me again?”

Ally cocks her head to the side, and a wicked twinkle appears in her eyes, making her pretty blues sparkle. “Hmm, I’m not sure. I might know once you’ve kissed me—you know, to see if we’re compatible.”

The surrounding air becomes silent, and I wait a few seconds before making my next move, allowing the anticipation of the kiss to swirl around us, to tease her a little. Then, ever so slowly, I bring both hands up to her face. I rest my palm around her cheek while my other hand brushes back a piece of stray hair behind her ear. Her eyes flutter closed at that, her body trembling against me. I lean in and gently press my lips to hers. I start off gradually before grazing my tongue along hers. A moan vibrates against my mouth, and she shifts closer to me until there isn’t an inch between us. Our kiss deepens, but before we can get too carried away, I pull back and lock eyes with hers, my palm still on her cheek. Her breaths are a little uneven, her open eyes are glazed, and her tongue darts out to her lips, as if needing a second taste of me.

“So, are we compatible?” I tease. I know we’re compatible. I’ve known it since the instant I set eyes on her.

“I don’t know…I think we need to kiss again.”

Before I can utter a single word, she hungrily slams her lips back onto mine, causing me to stumble back a little. This time, I’m the one to moan into her mouth as her tongue sweeps along mine. Just as quickly, she pulls away.

“Out of curiosity,” she begins, breathlessly, “after our kiss, would you wish me a good night, or would you be hoping to be invited in for, say, coffee?” she asks while she caresses her hands down my chest.

I tilt my head to the side. “Oh, I would definitely hope to be invited in but not for coffee.”

She fists my sweater in her hands. “Good answer,” she says before kissing me again.

Heat begins to swirl around us, and I lift her into my arms, pressing her up against the living room door.

Tearing my lips from hers—which quite frankly is one of the hardest things to do—I manage to say, “How long do you think we have until the food comes?”

Her hands travel down to the button of my jeans and tugs impatiently. “Oh, long enough for you to fuck me up against this door.”

Jesus. Christ. This. Woman.

One part of me wants to take this slow and really savor the moment, but the other part is way too desperate. I need her. Now.

Our lips lock again, and we devour each other while Ally wastes no time in unzipping my jeans and pulling them along with my boxers down enough for my cock to spring free. I grunt into her mouth when she grasps me in her fist for a brief second before letting go.

Since the skirt she is wearing is already gathered around at her waist, it makes slipping her panties to the side easy as pie. As I line my dick against her wet pussy, I’m about to sink inside her when I remember the condom.

Pausing our kiss, I mumble, “Condom,” while holding her steady with one arm as