by Ally Prince
The walk to town was a couple of miles I guess, but it was frigging hot. My boots kicked up dust and I was beginning to sweat in all kinds of places when Mrs. Baker stopped and offered me a lift. I walked into Mae’s right on time, earning me a side glance from Mae but she said nothing. I went straight to work.
As the lunch crowd slowed down, and the minutes ticked by slowly as home time fast approached ... I stopped mid-thought. I never wanted to go home when I thought of the trailer I grew up in. I would walk the long way or go for a drive if gas money allowed. I never spent more time than I needed to in that place. But when I thought of Logan’s I was eager to get back, to him. Eager to see the sprawling green grass and huge trees, the fresh air, and most importantly, Logan.
I was screwed up. Who else would let a man come all over them and tell them to stay like a fucking dog? I wasn’t sure if I was coming or going with Logan and my gut told me I needed to be wary, it paid to stay on the safe side.
“Can you take Ruth’s five?” Mae asked as I refilled the coffee carafe. Ruth had been known to become emotional and several times a shift she needed ‘Ruth Time’ in the ladies to compose her aura so she could put up with shit customers.
“No worries.” I offered her a smile, but she stopped and stared.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” A little flushed from dirty thoughts but otherwise fine.
“You look hot. You’re not infecting my customers are you?” Her eyes narrowed a little, but I shook my head.
“My truck died, so I walked here. I’m just a little overheated after being busy.” I lied to my boss’ face, my own reddened as the words left my mouth. I resisted the urge to lift my arm and take a sniff, but decided against it as there were enough smells in the diner to cover mine. I hoped.
I finished pouring coffee for my customers, dropped off a few checks with my brightest smile and headed to Ruth’s booth to take their order.
Looking down as I pulled my pad from my apron, “Welcome to Mae’s what can I ...” my eyes met Logan’s. Those deep orbs locking onto mine. Right now his chocolate gaze narrowed on me, his lush lips, lips that tasted like heaven pressed in a hard line and his large arms folded on the table. I swallowed before averting my eyes to the other occupant.
Jesus, why were they both so good-looking. Logan frazzled me because what that man could do to my body made a pleasurable thrill race down my spine. Glancing over I looked at the other guy who looked laid back and casual. An easy smile on his face. Dark hair held down by a black trucker’s cap and long fingers that tapped on the table.
“What you doin’ here Luce?” Logan asked causing me to turn in his direction. I glanced around the diner taking a quick mental note of who might be watching.
“Um, working.” I motioned to my uniform.
“I see that. Why?” Logan licked his lips, and I had to look away from him. But looking at his companion had heat rising to my cheeks. Oh, God did he know what we did? Did Logan tell him?
“Would you like a drink to start with?” I asked the stranger ignoring Logan’s mumbles. The stranger offered a huge wide smile.
“Iced tea would be perfect, darlin’,” his deep drawl drew me in and the smile I gave him was easy.
“Oh, fuck off Mason,” Logan snapped as he tugged at my apron to gain my attention.
“Ignore him,” Logan offered shooting Mason a glare. “How did you get here Luce? Cos’ you sure didn’t ask me for a lift to town.” He had no right to be angry. I fiddled with my notepad not sure what to do with my hands. I knew Logan had work to do, he didn’t need to be running me all over town, I didn’t want to be a chore for him.
“I walked, we left my truck,” my voice cracked and let Logan know just how nervous I was feeling. Something changed for a brief moment in his expression, it softened for a moment and the Logan I met in the shower was right here looking at me with need and want, then he snapped out of it.
“I’ll have tea too please.” With that, he turned his attention to the guy who I now knew as Mason and dismissed me without saying a word. Humiliation roared to life, maybe even anger as I stared at him as he launched into a conversation about the latest foal. My eyes began to sting, I clenched them tight before I turned and walked away. I shook the whole time I poured their drinks, thoughts racing through my mind.
“Now you’re sweating. You sure you ain’t ill?” Mae asked, sounding concerned as I loaded ice into the tumbler, what I wanted to do was climb inside the ice machine.
“I’m fine, I promise you I ain’t sick.” My smile wobbled on my lips but she turned away and I headed back to that dreaded booth.
I sat their drinks down in front of them, Logan turned his full attention toward me.
His lips reached the edge of the tumbler and he poked his tongue out a fraction as if he was licking the rim before he took a sip, sweat started to trail down my back. I needed to fan myself. The bastard smirked, all too well aware of what he did to me.
“You ready to order?” I turned toward Mason after the words left my mouth. He smiled wide and winked as if we might be playing a game we shouldn’t be.
He placed a huge order, complimenting me on my hair, my boots, and killer smile. I was a blushing mess when I turned to Logan, and the smile and feel good mood vanished into thin air in an instant.
“You done flirting?” He glared at me.
“Ease up Logan, I’m just messing with you. Sorry, darlin’,” Mason offered.
“What are you going to do next time you need to go to work?” his voice a little louder now. I frowned at him, confused. “You make a habit of running after being in a man’s bed.” Oh God, the heat that swept my body was dark and uncomfortable, something that simmered between hate or disgust. “I thought we talked about this, Luce. You’re mine.” I wasn’t arguing with him, but people were nosy and the noise level in the diner had dropped considerably and dear God I needed this job. “Not going to say anything Lucy?”
“You’re making a scene,” I whispered at the asshole very aware of our audience. Trying to smile and sound polite had never been harder than in this exact moment. My eyes glazed over, but I blinked the tears away, I would not cry over this asshole.
“Shit.” He rubbed at his messy dark hair, his cowboy hat long gone. “You ask me for a ride, you got that. I’ll give you my truck, you don’t walk in the heat, babe. I need to know where you are, things are gonna get tense.” With a raise of his brows, I caught on to what he was talking about. I nodded in acknowledgment, I still didn’t like his tone, asshole. “What time you finish?”
“Three.”
“I’ll be here, don’t you dare try to walk or go back to that shit hole,” his warning low but his words a little more tender, my body relaxed a little.
I turned to look at Mason, lounging in the booth with an easy smile on his good-looking face, he cocked a brow at me. “What are you doing at three?” I asked as Mason roared with laughter.
“I fucking love her man,” he managed to say through his enjoyment of the situation.
“Why me?” Logan mumbled before tugging my apron again until I stood as close as possible without hopping in the booth. His large hand wrapped around my thigh and my belly filled with heat. Why did I have to be so damn attracted to him? “Not gonna happen, Precious. Now feed your man, he’s starving.” With a tight squeeze that seemed to be filled with promises of what he had to offer, I placed their order and tried not to make eye contact with any of the staff. I made one thing clear when I started here, I did not flirt with the customers, let alone let them touch me in public. Logan was different for me and they would pick up on that, but I had no clue what I would say when asked about him. I wasn’t sure we were anything, or if we would last.
Chapter 5
Logan
I’d never known fury like it, and sweet relief at the same time. I wanted to strangle her and fuck her to prove to the world she was indeed mine. In the few hours it took for her to finish her shift I achieved fuck al
l, absolutely nothing. I had Lucy on my brain and I wanted her on my dick so bad. The girl got under my skin and I liked and hated that at the same time. Crazy. She would also learn that you asked for things or you didn’t receive. It would be torture for both of us, but I would suffer just to see her submit that little bit more to me.
She had said sorry as soon as her tight little ass hit the passenger seat of my truck, she fidgeted with the hem of her shorts the whole way home, drawing my eyes to her fabulous legs.
Home. Fuck that sounded good.
Lucy and home. There wasn’t anything better.
I helped her out of the truck, I had a feeling she would have just sat there if I didn’t and walked her inside. I threw my hat, missed the hook but kept walking to my bedroom. Once inside I shut the door gently and toed out of my boots.
“I’m sorry,” she said again.
“Oh, you’ll be sorry, baby. So, fucking sorry.” I moved toward her and laid my lips on hers. I’d waited all fucking day to have this kiss, and it was better than I could imagine. Lucy melted against me. I lifted her to my waist and moved to the bed, laying down with her under me with her softness against me. We fit together perfectly, it took a lot of self-control to stop myself from tearing through her cherry right now.
Her lips left mine and started sucking on my neck and her tongue peeked out to lick, the little minx. She began to rock her hips a little seeking friction as her hands wandered down my sides and slid under my shirt. Not wanting to wait I sat up quickly and pulled my shirt off. Her hands roamed and so did her eyes before I took her mouth again. She moaned into me, letting me take the lead. Her skin was velvety soft as my hand searched under her shirt and headed straight for her tit. Her tits were amazing. The slight ski slope to them made her nipples stand out and begged to be sucked on. I sank my raging hard-on deeper into her softness searching for any kind of friction.
I pulled myself back from her enough to slip her top over her head and take her bra off. Her tits bounced as she laid back on the bed, her hair a mess and her face flushed, she looked beautiful.
But she didn’t trust me enough to ask, and I wanted to understand why.
I straddled her hips and gripped her wrists holding them by her head. She was close to panting with need. She wanted me so bad, her need sparked something to life deep inside of me.
“Why didn’t you ask, Luce?” The rise and fall of her chest fascinating me. The more I stared the more the gooseflesh spread, and her nipples puckered. I leaned down to suck one into my mouth.
“Logan, please,” she whined.
“You left me,” I sounded hurt and perhaps I was a little. The thoughts that had run through my head in the short time it took to figure out where she might have gone, well, they weren’t great for my ego. I would not stop her from working if that is what she wanted to do. I just wanted her safe.
“No,” she shook her head fast. “I needed to go to work. We need the money...” her head turned to the side, and she clamped her lips together tight. We? What was Lucy hiding? She clearly didn’t want to go further in to it with me, just yet.
“Precious, look at me.” I waited, she took a few breaths before turning in my direction. Those green eyes wide and pleading. “You can’t hide from me, ever.” Yet another demand, but I didn’t give one fuck, she was mine and I would show her what that meant. “I think you need to learn a lesson.”
Her eyes widened, and she flushed with color. I would pay good money to see the dirty thoughts racing through her head right now. I brought my mouth to hers and tugged at her lower lip a little before letting my tongue trace it. “We’ll call this lesson ‘I ask, and I shall receive’.” I let go of her wrists as I sat up. My hands roamed over her breasts, tweaked her hard peaks and slid toward the edge of her shorts. “Let’s get naked.” I wouldn’t be fucking her, but she would be begging me to.
I slid down the bed and slipped off the rest of her clothing before standing to remove mine. Her eyes instantly landed on my cock. It was hard and jutting out like always when I was around her. She licked her lips again, and I had to fight the urge to spread her wide and take what both of us wanted.
“Scoot up,” I said as I kneeled on the end of the bed. I wanted this to go well, I needed to control myself because scaring her right now with how primal I felt wouldn’t be good for our relationship. “Spread your legs, baby.”
“Logan?” her voice soft and unsure. I wanted nothing more than to glimpse at the deepest part of her, but I’d settle for a view of that virgin pussy that was mine.
I tapped her knee, “open up.” She bit her lower lip and spread her legs a little. “You’re beautiful, babe. No need to be shy. Soon there won’t be a place on this body that hasn’t had me in it or on it.” Crawling forward on the bed on my knees I grabbed her knees and spread her legs wide. “What a fucking view.” She was all pink and swollen for me. She glistened in the light showing me how much she wanted this. With my knuckle I reached forward and ran it over her slit, her hips tilted. I sat back on my heels a perfect view of what was mine. My cock jerked, she made me desperate.
“Please,” she whispered out in her soft voice damn near tearing me apart.
“Open yourself up for me babe.” Lucy frowned and opened her legs a little wider, but I shook my head. “Hold yourself open for me.” She swallowed hard, her cheeks on fire but she did it. She reached down between her legs now splayed out with knees bent and she opened up her tight little pussy for me. Her clit was right there, so I leaned forward and sucked on it. She called out my name, her hands coming to my head.
“Uh uh, hold yourself open, babe.” This was her lesson, she would want so much more but I decided exactly what she would get. If she didn’t ask me to take care of her, then she was just prolonging her suffering. It would be so fucking hot to watch her tight wet pussy clench for me.
Lucy
I never knew torture like it.
I began to pant, and we hadn’t even done anything. Being on my back on his bed while holding myself open was hard. I wanted to touch him, hold him down, so he sucked on me and made me feel good. Oh God, why were my thoughts so dirty? A few days ago, I never would have dreamed of thinking such things. But now all I wanted was for Logan to claim me.
“You want me to eat you out babe?” His words made me groan out loud, did I ever.
“Yes, please?” I all but begged, lifting my head to see where he sat perched between my legs. The wicked smile on his lips grew as he brought a hand slowly up my thigh. Being aware of its final destination, I tried not to squirm under him. I wanted to move my hands, but he stopped me. “You let go, I stop.”
“What?” How was that fair? Holding myself open while his head got busy between my legs would be next to impossible. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes, I needed to concentrate. I felt Logan move, anticipation making me tense. His hot breath caressing over my most intimate part. His tongue tracing the edges and tasting me. He licked my slit all the way up and I nearly exploded off the bed. I needed more.
I lifted my hips to his face, not at all ashamed of my demand but all he did was chuckle. He must have taken pity on me because his fingers finally landed where I wanted them. He twirled my hard nub and dipped lower playing with my entrance. I wanted him in there.
“Take me,” I begged my hips coming off the bed seeking more.
“Oh, I will baby, when I’m ready,” his voice menacing.
But he didn’t. His soft and gentle touch wound me up. I could hear my wetness as his fingers dragged through it. His moans vibrated through my body and I felt his breath right there, but he didn’t do anything. I am about to scream in frustration when a digit finally enters me.
“Yes, more,” I plead. He snakes a hand up over my waist and finds a boob. He grabs it tensing his fingers, and he pinches my nipple, hard. I moan long and loud and no doubt sound like a porn star, but I didn’t care. “Please.”
“First you’re going to come on my mouth, Precious and then I’m goi
ng to come on you.” All these words were wasting time. He didn’t though this time. His head lowered and landed between my legs. That skillful tongue savored my juices as he caressed my virgin pussy. He moved to suck on my clit with earnest. My body came alive with sensation and heat. My pussy clenched looking for more, but he wouldn’t give me what I wanted. He swirled his tongue around my clit and sucked it in. Tomorrow I might be embarrassed about the little time it took him to push me over the edge, but I was to worked up today to care. My body tensed, Logan picked up on it and sank two fingers inside me tilting them to my front wall as his tongue sucked and pushed me over the edge.
“That’s it, baby, look at you go. Is all that pretty cum for me? You’re such a good girl.” I groaned as my body convulsed and he dragged every last tremor from me. He kissed up my body, his mouth seeking mine. Our tongues dueled as he angled my head just how he liked it and he gently rubbed that hard cock over my still sensitive clit.
“Now it’s my turn.” I had let go of myself to hold his head to mine, but he pulled from my grip and settled back on his heels. He stroked himself while his eyes were on my pussy.
“Hold yourself open again babe. You’re going to watch me, see what you do to me.” My hands reach down opening my dripping wet pussy for his eyes again. My gaze zeroed in on his hand as he wrapped it around his cock. He squeezed impossibly tight, milking it in a slow measured pace. Wet liquid glistened at the top and I wanted to taste it.
“Later,” he replied. I really needed to pay attention to my thoughts around him.
He crept closer, letting himself go to lift my hips a little onto his thighs, my legs hung to the sides and I was wide open for him. He gripped himself again, his hand moving faster.
“This is for you, babe? I’m ready to come right now, that’s how worked up you got me. This little pussy.” He moved his hips forward nudging me with the tip of his cock.
“Logan,” I called out, my body coming back to life again.
“This pussy is mine. I want you to come for me. I want to see that tight little virgin hole sucking in my cum when I come on you. I want your body swallowing me, just me.” With the thumb of his free hand, he pressed against my sensitive clit. I moved to find the pressure I sought, he took his time and moved in slow lazy circles while his other hand moved at a punishing speed on his cock.