Pushing Renna back against the corridor wall, Logan sliced his leg between her toned thighs. Damn, he stood six-two and she was nearly as tall as he was. Easily five-ten. Long limbs, tight body and a wicked sense of humour.

He skimmed his lips along her jaw and down her neck. Her silken hair draped over his hands as he stroked the ladder of her spine, to the dip of her lower back, then cupped her luscious ass. Two perfectly round cheeks filled his palms.

"My roommate's parents are in town. She said it's bad enough when I keep her up all night. She doesn't think her parents would appreciate our interests." A moan rolled from her throat as she rocked against him. Renna more than moaned, she screamed through her orgasms. How was he going to fuck her at his place? He also had a roommate.

He pulled back and smiled. Hard nipples prodded against the clingy tank top hugging her chest. Although she didn't wear lipstick, Renna wore a shitload of makeup on her eyes. Heavy kohl liner and long, sexy lashes rimmed stormy bedroom irises a deep shade of blue. Those same eyes would widen and sparkle when he plunged into her slippery sheath until she shattered. "Can you be quiet?" Heat from her pussy burned through the fabric of his trousers. Fuck, his dick was hard and ready.

"No. So maybe you had better fuck me out here." She swivelled her hips and he groaned. "Who lives across the hall?" The upper floor of the old textile plant had been split into four loft apartments. The rent and proximity to USC more than compensated for the view out of the large industrial windows.

"This is LA. I don't know my neighbours. They don't bother me and I don't bother them, which is why we should go in, but only if you promise to be quiet."

"I can try. You might have to punish me. Paddle my ass before you fuck me."

"How can I resist?" Why would he? She was hot, horny and totally into him. Logan's pulse spiked and he smiled. He could admit he wanted more from her. He knew he hadn't had enough.

"You can't." She smirked. "So maybe you shouldn't be so good." She slid her hands into his suit coat, gripped his hips and tugged him closer. "Let's see if you can be quiet while I fuck you in the ass like you did me the other night." She squeezed his butt.

Logan claimed her lips and hungrily ate at her mouth. His tongue lashed at hers, sucking, tasting, emulating the way he was going to thrust his cock into her as soon as he had her in his room, in his bed with her legs wrapped tight around his waist. "Shh. Will is asleep." Not to mention Logan and his roommate Will Pennington had an unwritten rule not to bring dates to their loft. One large open room wasn't conducive for intimate encounters with moaning and heavy breathing.

"Will loves me," she said.

He snorted as he slipped the key into the door handle and popped the lock. "He might love you, but I promise, he won't love waking up and seeing my ass in the air while I fuck you unconscious." At least, Will had never hinted he'd like to see Logan's ass.

"I've never lost consciousness." She caressed his cock bulging against the zipper of his slacks. "But I think you should try. I'll climb on top of you, ride that monster in your pants then it'll be my ass in the air."

Logan opened the door then softly closed it. "Believe me, your ass isn't going to do anything for Will." He slipped off his suit coat and draped it over the back of a recliner. A dim light above the stove cast a pale glow into the main area of the loft. Shadows darkened the perimeter, but Logan could see Will asleep in his bed.

"That isn't a very nice thing to say. What's wrong with my ass?"

Logan pulled her into his arms and backed her against the door. "You have an amazing ass. You're just not his type. You're my type." He kissed her pouty lips.

"As in easy and horny? Or blonde with tits?" Her low, throaty laugh sent an arrow of quivering heat along his spine. "Or is it my charming personality?"

"Maybe it's just that you love to fuck as much as I do," he whispered as he tugged open the snap of her jeans.

"Are you going to ravish me here, or do I get the pleasure of your bed?"

"Oh, you'll get pleasured." He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, touching silken skin. Inching her jeans over her hips, he dropped to his haunches to tug the denim down to her ankles. He lifted her left foot, flicked the strap of her sandal off her heel and tossed the shoe to the side. He then lifted her right foot. Removing the sandal and jeans, he leaned into the apex of her thighs and breathed against the scrap of silk covering her smooth, hairless slit. Cupping the back of his head, she swivelled her hips, rolling her pussy into his mouth.

A hungry growl rumbled from his throat. He gripped her ass and buried his mouth in her honeyed heat. Thrusting his tongue against the silk, he wet the fabric until the material moulded to her clit. Her head fell back and thumped against the door.

He chuckled and backed away. Hooking a finger in the drenched material sliding into her folds, he grazed her pussy lips with his knuckles. She whimpered, but he didn't linger in her slit. He slithered the thong down her legs, running his fingertips over her smooth flesh. Warmth simmered in his balls. He rested his forehead on the sexy plane of her pelvis and drank in her seductive essence. A touch of perfume, a hint of musk and the sweet bloom of her arousal. He shifted his lips and kissed her belly.

"You're driving me crazy," he whispered.

"Good." She stepped out of the wispy panties, then widened her stance. "It's okay." She weaved her fingers through his hair. "I like being a little crazy. You will, too."

Logan grasped her leg, lifted it to his shoulder and delved into her cunt. Slicing his tongue through her soaked folds, he lapped at her cream. "Fucking hot." She rose onto her tiptoes and rocked her hips. God, she was like the ocean. Wet, wild and just a hint of salty decadence. He screwed his tongue into her hole.

"More," she whispered.