by Lacey Alpha
He kisses me softly, his mouth on the corner of mine.
“Relax,” he murmurs, running his fingers over the small of my back.
I meet his piercing eyes, clutching onto him and my tightened muscles go lax, my heart rate slowing a fraction. I gasp as he pushes inside me, his size stretching me wide. I cry out, dropping my head back, trying to bear it as he forces his way inside me. It only hurts for a minute before he starts moving his hips, blasting all my thoughts to oblivion.
My world spins as he rams into me over and over, holding my waist, my butt rubbing against the car until it's rocking too.
“Logan,” I moan, unable to believe how big he is, reaching so far inside me, I think I'll go mad. Dammit, he's not wonky and he's not compensating for anything.
He grunts in pleasure as he takes me, holding me in place, claiming me with every thrust.
“You feel so good,” he growls, his fingers digging into my thighs.
“Oh.” I shut my eyes, my mind spinning, overwhelmed with how good this is. It's been so long. This isn't sex like I know it. From a past full of grinding under sheets, being pounded missionary-style until Daniel was done. Leaving me with nothing but the satisfaction that I'd pleased him.
My body tightens around Logan, sending heat rolling through me in waves. I move closer and closer to climax, moaning and gasping. Logan's navy eyes bore into mine, his breaths coming out sharply through his teeth. There's need in his expression, and not just to please himself, but me too. Me first. No guy's ever put me first.
“Ohh,” I sigh, clutching his neck for support, his body surrounding mine.
“Come on, Darcy,” he encourages and his sexy voice brings me close, my body squeezing him tightly. I latch one arm around his neck, pressing my other onto the car bonnet for support. He's relentless, beast-like as he invades my body.
Logan groans, shutting his eyes in pleasure.
I moan louder and louder in time with my climax approaching, every thrust bringing me up to the precipice.
And suddenly I fall spectacularly, crying out, dropping flat onto the bonnet, my stomach clenching tightly. I scrunch up my toes, gasping and panting as pleasure sweeps through my body. Logan continues to drive into me, dropping down and pressing his mouth to mine before stilling inside me. He groans; a long, primal sound that makes my belly swirl.
He drops his head, ducking into my shoulder, placing a kiss on my neck. “Fuck, that felt good.”
I squeeze his waist with my thighs, starting to giggle, the alcohol keeping the guilt at bay. This is going to be fine. It won't be at all awkward tomorrow. I did not just forgo all my principles. Alright, I did. But the sin of it felt so damn good.
Dragging me up by the hand, he tugs his jeans back into place, tucking himself away. I grab my knickers and bag from the floor, biting my lip as I shove them into it.
Logan takes my wrist, marching purposefully back to our room. I stumble from his ferocity as he encourages me into the space, shutting the door behind him.
I'm suddenly small before him, shrinking by the second, dropping down onto the edge of the bed.
“I have a feeling you're not going to let me fuck you after tonight,” he states, pulling his shirt off and revealing his beautiful body to me. I long to reach out and feel the firm contours of his muscles. “So I'm going to make the most of you now.”
I nod eagerly, not thinking about anything but feeling the way he just made me feel again.
“And I want to see all of you this time.” He kicks off his shoes, tugging down his jeans until he's just in his black boxer shorts.
“Now you.” He nods at me.
I tug off my top, pulling my skirt down so he takes in my pink lacy bra. I reach behind my back, feeling excited as I take it off, letting him see every part of my body. Where have my reservations gone? I feel like a different person. But instead of weak, I feel strong. Instead of slutty, I feel empowered.
But shit. This is Logan Chase. Is this really a good idea?
He trails a hand over the impressive bulge in his boxers then tugs them off, his incredible length already hard again.
“You're beautiful,” he says as I crawl backwards on the bed.
“You say that to all the girls,” I accuse but a grin pulls at my mouth.
He drops down, crawling toward me, taking hold of my knees to stop me from going any further. “Maybe. But you're something else, sweetheart...”
I breathe in deeply; he smells of sex and tequila and lust itself. Lowering onto me, he drops his mouth to my breasts. He massages one whilst tonguing the other, teasing and tugging my nipple between his teeth until I'm panting again.
I inhale as he runs his tongue from my navel to my throbbing clit, his tongue flicking and rolling over me.
“Ah- Logan!” I cry, fisting my hands in his dark blonde hair, raising my knees.
He doesn't relent, licking and lapping me until I'm quivering. “You taste as good as I thought you would.” He sucks me softly and I wail, tugging his hair hard.
“You like it rough,” he remarks, snatching my hips, and dragging me down the bed. “Don't you?”
His eyes flare at me, endlessly blue, freezing me in place. I nod, thinking of the times I asked Daniel to be rough with me in bed. But he never would. Saying he didn't want to hurt me. But I've longed for this. For a man to take me without mercy.
“It's not too rough unless I tell you it is,” I pant.
“Sounds good to me.” He grabs my throat, forcing me down into the sheets and plunging inside me.
I gasp and choke, holding his arm, a thrill darting through me like fireworks.
“Ah- Darcy you've been driving me crazy. I've wanted this since the moment you dropped that fucking watermelon on my car.”
He presses his weight down and I start to struggle, wanting him to force me in place.
He grins with ease, releasing my throat and taking both of my wrists in his hands, pressing them into the mattress. He crushes me with his weight, doing nothing to relieve me from it as he pounds me.
I moan and moan, unable to think straight as his enormous shaft drives inside me, blowing my mind.
He slows his hips, releasing my wrists and lifting off of me.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, trying to pull him back down.
“Don't stop,” I beg.
He shuts his eyes, relishing my words. “Tell me how much you want me.”
I don't even feel self-conscious doing so, a mixture of being drunk and high on the feel of him inside me.”Please, Logan. I want you.”
He runs his tongue over his teeth, giving me a cocky grin. “Good to hear at last.”
He fucks me harder, snatching my hair in his fist, dragging my head backwards. Ducking his head, he bites my throat, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.
“You're not so mouthy now I've got you underneath me, are you?” he growls and I gasp as he bites me again.
I moan uncontrollably as he rams into me, making my eyes roll up into my head.
“That's it, sweetheart. Take it from me.” He thrusts his hips hard and I lift my legs, resting my ankles on his butt and encouraging him closer.
He pumps in and out of me, deeper and harder, giving me what I need. My body grips him tightly and he swears between his teeth.
I cling to him as I come, losing my mind, arching my body up to meet his, lifting off the mattress.
He takes hold of my waist, holding me as he finishes, sliding in deep and sighing his relief.
We're sweating and panting, tangled around one another like animals. I drop back onto the soaked sheets and he slides out of me, rolling into the spot beside me. My chest heaves as I gaze up at the ceiling, feeling so thoroughly sated that I'm practically melting. I reach my hands into the covers, writhing my hips, sensitive all over.
“Feel better?” Logan asks and I nod, breathless.
“So much better.”
“I think I might have dislodged that stick from your arse.”
It feels good so I shut my eyes, focusing on the sensation as goosebumps dart over my skin.
I'm half asleep already, laying in the nest of sheets that are scrunched around us, pulled from the edges of the bed.
I can't find it in me to move and soon fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
LOGAN
“I did it. Lost my V.” Adam beams at me.
Fuck, the kid's only just bordering on sixteen. He's shot up two feet as well. Nearly as tall as me now.
“I hope it was for love,” I say dryly.
“Na. Like you said, get in, get out, right?”
“Right...”
Fuck.
I wake, ready for round three with the incredible Darcy. That girl is a seriously good lay. I don't remember ever wanting someone this much. I crave her body. And I need to sate myself with her again.
I reach into the sheets but find the space vacant beside me. Sitting up, I blink at the morning sunlight, taking in the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.
My mouth is left dry from the tequila shots last night. Dragging on some boxers, I head out the door, grabbing a couple of bottles of water from a vending machine.
As I wait for them to dispense, I spot a little girl eyeing me, peeping out of the room next to ours. Her mother pushes the door wide, following her kid's gaze, scowling at me then gathering the girl back into the room. I glance down at myself. I don't look that offensive, do I?
Maybe I should have put some trousers on...
Heading back to the room, I find Darcy wrapped in a towel, facing away from me as she thumbs through the contents of her bag.
“Morning,” I say, my voice gruff, a grin pulling at my mouth.
She glances at me, saying nothing. Oh fuck. That's not good.
I hold out a bottle of water for her, my eyes falling to her legs beneath the towel.
Twisting the cap off my bottle, I down half of it in one. Darcy gives me a brief smile before disappearing into the bathroom again with a bundle of clothes.
I frown, sensing she may be having some regrets about last night. The thought irritates me. But it's not like I didn't expect this. Apparently I'm only a good idea to her after a couple of shots. Admittedly, I was feeling pretty jacked myself last night.
A knock sounds at the door and I tug it open, glancing down at a suited man in a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. “Mr Chase?”
“Who's asking?” I fold my arms. I know better than to volunteer information on myself. Especially considering my line of work.
“The manager of this motel,” he says stiffly, straightening his back. “We received three noise complaints about this room last night.”
I can't fight a grin. “Sorry mate. You know how it is.” I go to shut the door but he kicks a foot out, halting me. I grimace at him, waiting for him to give me an explanation.
“You were also caught on CCTV in the motel parking lot – fornicating.”
I laugh at his tone. “Like I said, sorry. What more can I do?”
“You can leave.” He points at the road. “You have five minutes to pack your bags or I'll report you to the police for indecency.”
I roll my eyes. “Chill out. We'll go.”
“What's going on?” Darcy's voice sails to me.
“Nothing,” I say quickly, not wanting to embarrass her. Tight-arse Darcy would not take this well. And I'm pretty sure easy-going Darcy has packed her bags and gone to sea.
“Five minutes, Mr Chase,” the guy says through his teeth, marching away.
I shut the door, turning to Darcy. She's dressed in a white lacy dress that cuts off half way up her thighs. I momentarily forget everything about the motel manager.
Five minutes is long enough...
“Don't look at me like that,” Darcy snaps, her guard well and truly back up.
“You didn't seem to mind last night.” I snatch some clothes from my bag, my anger rising.
“That was a one time never-going-to-happen-ever-again thing.”
What a surprise.
I drag on some clothes, figuring I've not got time for a shower. “We have to leave.”
“Why?” A crease forms between her eyes.
I'm tempted to tell her the truth to piss her off. “We just do. Get your shit.”
She packs up her stuff, eyeing me suspiciously. “Tell me the truth.”
“You won't like it.” I shoulder my bag, grabbing hers from her hand.
She folds her arms, planting her feet in the doorway. “Try me.”
“Come on, don't make me carry you out of here.”
I open the door, gesturing for her to go ahead but she still doesn't move.
“Oh for fuck's sake. Don't get pissed off at me though, yeah?”
“Fine,” she says through tight lips. My bet's on her not keeping that promise.
“We were caught on CCTV last night and some of our neighbours complained about noise.”
Her cheeks turn fiery red. She claps her hands to her mouth in horror.
“Come on, Darcy. We're never going to see them again. Who gives a fuck?”
She hurries past me out into the sunshine and I roll my eyes, following her to the SUV. When we reach it, I drop our bags in shock. Someone's slashed the fucking tyres.
“Fuck!” I bark, rubbing a hand over my jaw.
“Who did this?” Darcy asks, her eyes wide.
Before I can respond, a car horn blares in my ear. I turn, taking in a red Ford pick-up truck accelerating past us. The two pricks from last night wave their middle fingers at us, laughing.
I grind my teeth, my anger reaching a dangerous high.
“They're fucking dead,” I snarl and Darcy moves closer to me, touching my arm.
“Can't you change the tyres?” She gives me a wide-eyed, hopeful look.
“I have one spare tyre.” I rub my eyes, trying to collect my thoughts. There's only one thing we can do. God – fucking -dammit.
Snatching up our bags, I start marching down the road. Darcy's flip-flops patter behind me.
“Where are we going?” she says in alarm.
I don't reply, continuing to walk until we're well out of sight of any CCTV cameras. Veering off of the autoroute at the next exit, we soon arrive in a residential road.
Darcy catches my arm, halting me. “What the hell are you doing?”
I turn to her, my brows drawn low. “What I do best, sweetheart.” I shrug out of her hold, dropping to my knees and taking out a key fob programmer from my bag. Leaving the bags at Darcy's feet, I cross the street, passing a row of cars, fingering the slim device in my hand. Hurrying alongside the cars, I pick out a silver Mercedes E-Class Coupe and try the handle. I never underestimate the stupidity of people, but it is locked.
Glancing up to the house the vehicle is sitting in front of, I take out my phone and load an app capable of capturing the signal from the key to this car. If its owner's left the key near enough, I will soon have control of it.
A light blinks on the screen and I quickly transmit the signal to the car, the lights flashing as it unlocks. Simple.
Slipping casually into the driver's seat, I take the key fob programmer, reaching under the steering wheel and plugging it in to the onboard diagnostics port. A wave of calm washes over me as I do what I've done a hundred times, taking all of about fifteen seconds to programme the fob for this car. Removing it from the port, I insert my brand new key into the ignition and, hey presto, I have myself a new Mercedes. Pulling casually out of the parking space, I turn, driving up alongside Darcy who's gazing at me in utter horror.
Jumping out of the car, I grab the bags, chucking them into the boot before pressing my hand to Darcy's lower back. “In you get.”
“You just- how did you..?”
“In,” I order, glancing up the road. “We don't want to draw at
tention to ourselves now, do we?”
She nods blankly, hurrying around to the passenger's seat and ducking inside.
I enter the car, pulling smoothly away and driving back to the autoroute.
Darcy glances over her shoulder again and again, knotting her hands into her skirt. I drop a palm onto her knee, squeezing.
“Relax. Everyone's at work right now. No one will notice it's gone for hours.”
She slaps my hand away. “That's not the point.”
I shoot a glare at her, my heart twitching with the rejection. Fuck – why is she getting to me so much? “Are you forgetting why we're driving all this way in the first place?”
“No,” she mutters.
“Good. 'Cause if you haven't figured it out already, I am fucking car thief, Darcy.”
“You're a felon,” she hisses.
“Well that didn't seem to bother you much last night, did it?”
“Don't even mention last night to me!” she snaps.
I spit air through my teeth. “I knew you'd be like this today.”
“Well maybe you shouldn't have taken advantage of me, then.”
I slam on the breaks of the car, screeching to a halt in the middle of the speeding highway.
She gapes at me in alarm as I round on her, furious beyond belief. “Don't you fucking dare try to pin this on me. You wanted it as much as I did.”
“You got me drunk!”
Indignation pours through my veins. “Oh take some fucking responsibility for yourself. You're not innocent little Darcy being taken advantage of any more. You know exactly what I am and you wanted me anyway.” Car horns blare as drivers pass by, shouting abuse at me through their windows.
“For heaven's sake – move the car!” she shouts, her grey eyes flaring.
“No. Not until you admit it.” I am not letting this go. There is no way in hell I'm allowing her to shift the blame onto me for this.
“Admit what?” she barks, folding her arms.
“That you enjoyed it.”
She gazes left and right at the people hurling abuse at us. Her shoulders sag and she sinks back into her seat. “Fine. I enjoyed it.”