A/N: Mature content.

"Shower," I spat in a tone that indicated no part of me wanted his neck like a finger painting project gone wrong. And honestly, while mentally my mind dragged us into the bedroom for hot makeup sex, I knew this wasn't the ideal situation. Until we talked through whatever we'd felt tonight, sex would have only complicated things further.

Especially if it goes similar to how it did the first time.

But there's other ways I can show him how I feel... Starting by getting him clean.

With one look at me and no ounce of shame or hesitation, Logan stripped his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. My heart rate accelerated as he bent down, removed his jeans then, with raised eyebrows and a slightly downward tilted chin, dragged his underwear slowly down to his ankles. With one kick, they puddled on top of his jeans. After he removed his socks, he stood up fully straight and my eyes trained on the rock-hard erection he sported.

Logan's large size was exactly as I remembered and my tongue dried out slightly at the sight of his excitement, the redness in his glans and the large vein that protruded down the center line of his shaft. Excitement pulsed through the sight of not just his ridiculously muscular body but how aroused he was.

Right when he took one step towards me, I held up one palm and reiterated, "Shower."

His erect penis bobbed against his stomach with his short steps but his eyes looked about two shades darker when he saw I'd also undressed. "Ellie..." In a moment of chivalry that I appreciated, he paused and held the shower curtain open for me.

Right when I pulled the curtain closed behind him, two large, muscular arms caged around my waist. His hard body pressed against mine, most noticeably his erection poked into my lower back. My eyes slid lazily closed and my brain forgot about cleaning off Logan when his hands reached around and grabbed my breasts.

The tickling sensation of the water over my skin was nothing compared to the way Logan's fingers roughly massaged the soft underside tissue of both breasts. A low moan rolled off my tongue and my head tilted backwards into his shoulder when his large palms cupped around them and his thumbs drew circles of friction over the circumference of my areolas. My nipples tightened and my breasts ached heavy under his touch before they sent hot warning signals right into my core area that no part of me would win this teasing round.

One of his hands lifted and brushed my wet hair off my neck, where his lips ran a line of kisses from my shoulder curve upwards until his nose nuzzled over the shell of my ear. I released another low groan as his other hand rolled my nipple between his index finger and thumb, which throbbed my core area with arousal.

"Is this what you were doing in the shower before Saturday's game?" His deep voice murmured low vibrations over the skin of my neck between the kisses and soft sucks he skittered over my wet skin. Once his words registered in my now-fogged over brain, my spine stiffened against him.

"Mmm..." Thankful that he stood behind me, my cheeks warmed as I admitted softly, "You heard that?"

"Didn't know you'd tease me like that." He pinched my nipple and my teeth clenched under the sting. His voice sounded strained when he demanded, "Is that how you touched yourself?"

"Nope." My shoulders bounced against the hardness of his chest as I quietly laughed. "Keep trying."

He lifted his lips off my neck for a moment, then his hand on my breast lowered and clutched my rib tightly. I gasped quietly when his other hand's fingers traveled down the centerline of my abdomen, then pushed right in between my legs. "How about here?"

"Ohhh..." I moaned when his index finger traced a line up and down my slit. Shudders that wanted to escape between my thighs reminded me of how long it had been since he'd touched me like this, made me come apart. Just the anticipation weakened my knees and I leaned against him.

His deep voice was equal parts raspy and cocky when he teased, "Closer?"

"Getting there." I lifted my left arm up, hooked my hand around the back of his head, widened my feet, then clamped my other hand on top of his at my core area. How he groaned when I pressed his finger deeper in between my outer folds only further elevated my excitement.

"Ellie..." His voice, mixed with the hot steam in the air, elevated my arousal level when two of his fingers massaged over the sensitive skin of my clit.

My fingers tensed into his hair as he stroked over my sensitive area and the nerves beneath the skin ignited in reaction to his fingers' slow, deliberate movements. I rolled my lower lip in between my teeth when a hot ache of arousal coiled up in my pelvis and my hand pressed him tighter against me.

"There," I groaned when his two fingers slipped inside and appreciated how they were longer and bigger than mine from the stretch as he pushed them all the way inside. He stopped only where they met his palm, which he cupped against the outside of my core and applied a heated pressure that screwed my eyes tightly shut.

My lower lip trembled when he rubbed the pads of his fingers against the sensitive nerves in my inner wall. "Just... like... that."

His jaw tensed against my neck at how I no doubt soaked his fingers. With zero hesitation, I shifted and grinded my hips against his movements in and out at a pace set by my outside hand clamped onto his. My whole body tensed, rolls of heat radiated from my pelvis, and I pressed my head back against his shoulder as he built up my orgasm.

"Say it," he practically growled into my ear. "For me, baby."

"Logan..." I half-spoke, half-groaned out his name as my insides clenched around his fingers and pleasure vibrated through my core area. With a few curled strokes of his fingers, everything inside me rushed with pressure, then released and I came down from the high he'd lifted me up to.

"I missed this, Ellie." He slowed his thrusts into me, then rubbed my natural lubrication over my clit in slow, gentle movements.

"Me... too." My chest heaved until my heart steadied and I slowly opened my eyes. When my hand grip loosened off Logan's, he bent down and pressed another kiss into the side of my neck. I quickly washed off between my legs, including the fluid that slipped down my inner thighs, then turned around and faced Logan.

"Your turn."

"Ellie, you -" He stopped when I clamped one palm over his mouth. His eyes stayed dark when I looked at him, then dragged my eyes down the red smears that still remained on this side of his neck.

Must be super slut strength lipstick. Did they use superglue or something?

I bent down, grabbed a bar of soap, worked up a lather in my palms, then half-washed, half-scrubbed his neck with rough, near desperate movements until his skin was red and raw, but clean. He stood still as I rubbed over his neck, then my ego high-fived itself when his eyes shot wide when I lowered both soapy hands around his still-hard dick and rubbed liberally until his skin was extremely slippery.

"Fuck Ellie," he cursed and canted his hips slightly while my hands toyed with him. I washed all the way underneath his balls, then one hand cupped them gently. My other hand's fingertips teased and pulled over the soft texture of his head and his cock lengthened between both hands.

"Wasn't sure if you were clean down here," I teased, stepped aside, then rinsed him off.

With a hard, determined look in his eyes, he assured me, "I am."

"You didn't have enough time for those two to go down there," I replied lightly, although the mental image of that threesome still put a bad taste in my mouth.

"No, Ellie." He grabbed my hands, then inhaled sharply and hesitated. Based on the swirls of darker blue in his irises, he fought an internal battle with himself and sounded hesitant when he finally said, "I'm clean. I... have my recent test results to prove it."

That's not what he wanted to tell me.

"I believe you," I replied slowly, pressed against him, then dragged my body down his and lowered down. My hands led the path my breasts dragged behind, over the hard lines and undulations of his chest, abdominals, and thighs, until my knees hit the hard bathtub surface. Upon contact, his erection up close and right in front of my face, a flash of uncertainty froze my movements.

This is just like riding a bike, right?

"You don't -" Logan cut himself off when both my hands gripped around the tip of his erection, then dragged down to the base. I separated my fists, formed a circle with my index finger and thumb, then massaged a ring up and down his head while my other hand dragged long strokes down to the bottom of his shaft. At his base, I rubbed my knuckles against his balls then moved back up.

"Fuck." Like I'd pushed a button, a few beads of clear precum leaked out his small slit and I rubbed his natural lubrication over his head. I looked up at two loud sounds over my head, where he'd palmed both hands into the shower wall. On his shadowed face, his eyes were dark and hooded as he looked down on me with an expression that I best read as half-strained, half-tortured.

An urge that I needed this massive man, who towered over me in all dimensions, unraveled as soon as possible overtook me like a surge of adrenaline. I wet my lips with my tongue then, fueled by one last look up at Logan's baited breath, gently licked a path over his head, then circled around with slow drags with as much of my tongue's surface around the sensitive edge as I managed for a reintroduction.

A few more beads of precum escaped with his low groans and I licked them up slowly. Like I vaguely remembered, his taste still wasn't completely unpleasant, mostly tasteless. With one hand gripped around his base and pursed lips, I sucked the softness of his head into my mouth with as much pressure my lips had, only an inch, then relaxed and pulled off him slowly.

After a few shallow sucks in and out, the muscles in Logan's thighs on both sides of me clenched tightly, so I pressed my tongue against the bottom of his shaft on the next entrance. My free hand clutched onto the back of his thigh for balance while, on each entrance, I stroked my other hand down his shaft and milked him upwards on the exits.

My divide and conquer approach was rewarded by strings of curse words that flowed down from overhead with the water from the shower. Slight pressure on the back of my head drew my eyes upwards. Logan had cupped one hand around the base of my skull and, from how the muscles in his shoulders and arms tensed and his mouth pressed together tightly, I knew that he held back.

"Baby, that feels so good," he murmured hoarsely. If my face hadn't already been flushed with warmth, then I would've blushed at not just his words but the tortured lust that threaded in between each one and how he gazed darkly down at me. "Can you take a little more, harder? Is that okay?"

Since I knew I'd toyed him with tentative movements, I just silently nodded. With his hand's added light pressure on the back of my head, I took him deeper into my mouth, but only halfway before he hit my gag reflex. Unfortunately for Logan, my gags preceded vomiting, the opposite of sexy. So I just sucked what I could and pumped the rest of his shaft sharply down on the way in. I clenched as hard as my lips and hand tensed, then relaxed and my hand tugged upwards like a chaser behind my mouth.

"Oh fuck Ellie, this feels so fucking good... Shit, I can't -" Fueled by his auditory encouragement, I worked him like this, my head moved up and down while my cheeks hallowed, harder, over and over until his fingers tensed into my head and his groans rained down with the shower drops.

"Fuck, Ellie, I'm -" He stilled and released my head like he gave me an out, but I clamped my free hand around the back of his thigh and held onto him with unspoken approval. With one last hard drawn in, his shaft stiffened, then twitched and coated my tongue with warm liquid. With a few gags, I struggled as I milked the rest of it out, swallowed what fit, and unfortunately coughed out the rest in a sputtered mess.

Thankfully, the water was right there and I cleaned up quickly. My pink, nearly numb knees screamed in pain as Logan helped me to stand. I caught the adorable look of a broad smile and shine in his eyes right before his arms hugged around me tightly. Beneath his hard chest muscles, his heart beat wildly in my ear and he breathed himself to calm.

"Clean." My heart raced too, but I smirked into his shoulder and hugged him tightly. "You're all clean."