by Xavier Neal
“Please don’t bring up the time that I dated a firefighter.”
“One?”
“Fine the three of them, but what did I just say?” she scolds and reaches for a toy badge to pin on my dress.
“Yes. That’ll help distract from how massive my boobs look in this dress. Putting a bright, shiny badge right there!” I point and she pokes me with pin. Immediately, I yelp.
“Lesson 1.” Her words cause me to get still, and once the toy accessory is attached she smiles brightly. An all too familiar anxiety returns to my veins.
She smiles like that and I suddenly fear for the last person who crossed her. In this case, me. A little help here? Say something to distract her!
“Headset?”
“Not a chance.” She opens the door and waves a hand for me to walk through.
Not like I can wear one either. Where would I put it?
The two of us take our places just as the Ring Side Girl waves Logan’s opponent’s sign. Someone called Jawbreaker.
Clever…yeah, that is totally coated in sarcasm.
While the crowds cheers, I notice something seems to have her attention wandering around. Casually I ask, “Looking for someone?”
“Nope.” She quickly answers and focuses back on the ring.
She’s been a little more secretive lately. Not sure I approve.
Before I can push her anymore about the subject, the announcer introduces Logan forcing my question back into my throat as he strolls out. He’s in his black fight shorts, fists wrapped in the ‘Lucky’ tape that has dice on it, shirtless, and barefoot. I let out a soft sigh.
Pathetic I know. As many times as I’ve seen him naked and had him between my legs you would think the effect would have worn off by now. But instead, it’s just increased my sensitivity to it.
The crowd may have been loud before, but now the level has upped tremendously. In fact, this is probably the loudest I’ve heard them be in quite some time. Spotting me, Logan motions a finger to beckon me over. I instantly shake my head.
Normally, sure. But with that Jake guy here…well let’s just say that’s not a good idea.
Sensing my hesitation, he raises his eyebrows and points a finger in my general direction. At that moment the DJ loudly says, “Come on, crowd. Let’s give Unbreakable some help…chant with me. Maxx…Maxx…Maxx…”
My jaw hits the ground at the sound of the crowd chanting. Faces turn in my direction while their fists pump in the air.
Oh my God this not happening to me. Is it not bad enough that I look like Satan’s cocktail date? Now all the attention in the room is on me too? And yelling my name. Oh God. Oh God. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I need a cupcake.
Logan cockily folds his arms across his chest waiting to get his way.
Smug, arrogant sneaky brat.
I march myself, in my black heels, over to the edge where he leans down still grinning. With a phony smile on my face I say, “I’m going to kill you.”
He laughs before he lifts my lips to his and plants a short but forceful kiss on them. The crowd erupts in more cheers and applause, it’s like we are in some sort of movie.
Yeah, not exactly the moment in a movie I wanted to live. But hey, could be worse.
Satisfied, Logan lets me go and I shuffle back to my spot next to Erin who looks almost as smug as he did.
Are you also getting the feeling she had something to do with this?
“Quite the show off.” a voice says over my shoulder. Glancing back, I notice Jake, now in a pair of dark jeans, a white button up shirt, and a gray tie. “A real crowd pleaser. The question is can he hold that up in the ring?”
Feeling slightly defensive I fold my arms. “He’s better.”
“Good.” Jake smirks and brings his glass to his lips.
Just being around him makes me feel like I need to be bathed in Clorox.
I focus back in on the fight, which doesn’t appear as if it’s going to be very long. Tonight he’s moving with a speed and grace I’m unfamiliar with. He’s always been sharp in the ring, but tonight is no comparison. He lands a piercing blow to Wreck’s chest, causing him to stumble backwards, and that is when he takes a hit to the ribs. Every punch Logan delivers looks like it’s ingrained in lead. With one more severe hard hitting combo, Wreck falls to his knees in defeat.
“Impressed?” Erin asks Jake, who, to my surprise, actually watched the fight rather than her body in that bondage costume.
Jake merely grins, turns, and walks back towards the offices.
“Well he’s a man of few words,” she sighs. “You think that’s why they call him snake, or is that something to do with his tongue?”
“Ugh.” I feel a nauseous wave roll over my body. Strangely enough, I’m not certain if it is from her comment alone or the fact that my stomach has been in knots all day.
Nerves, about knowing this moment was Logan’s big break, are what I’ve been blaming it on, which makes the most sense. But now that’s it over, why do I feel even more sick to my stomach than I did before?
Chapter 10
Logan
My eyes remain plastered on Maxx’s tits that are begging for me to free them from the dress she’s clearly squeezed into.
All I’ve been able to think about for the last ten minutes is getting those nipples into my mouth. I don’t even remember what the hell Frankie said to me about expecting a phone call tomorrow. Well other than obviously to expect it.
Shoving her against the passenger side door of my car, I drop my lips on her neck while my hand makes a grab for her boob. On a short giggle she allows the assault while her body collapses against me.
Every. Time.
“Logan,” she cries softly as I drag my tongue downward. Not answering to my name, I let my other hand slide down and make its way around to my favorite space. Grabbing the approaching idea she stops my hand and says, “No.”
Pulling back I place both my hands on the window trapping her in between. My eyes roam swiftly over her body, observing the way her chest is rising like it does when she’s turned on. The way her legs are slightly parted for my hand to easily slide between. The way her tongue keeps touching her lips because she’s as hungry as I am.
Yeah. No is not in my vocabulary right now.
“I’m gonna pull you into my lap in my car and bury my cock so deep inside of you that you’re gonna wonder how the hell you’ll ever get me out.” My face slightly lowers. “Then I’m gonna grab that ass with two hands while you ride me until you come on my dick, twice.” With my face barely an inch from her eyes I say, “Now tell me no again.”
Excited by my words, Maxx grabs a fistful of my t-shirt with one hand and pulls my mouth to hers, her tongue recklessly attacking it like she is about to come from this alone.
Fuck. I could come from this alone too.
I let our tongues roll around for just another moment before I pull away. “Get in the car.”
She adheres to my instructions, and I quickly hustle around to get in too. Once I’m in, I push my seat all the way back and Maxx climbs on top of me, as frantic for me to be inside her as I am to get there. Within a couple of swift maneuvers my shorts are down, her dress is hiked up, the top is untied, and my cock is wrapped in that beautiful wet pussy.
We groan in unison.
Can you fucking blame us?
“God, Logan.” she calls out lifting herself up and down slowly, my fingers tugging at her nipples before feeding them into my mouth. Sucking on them only encourages her to move faster and toss her head back on another moan.
With a short nip on the hardened point she cries again, this time her pussy muscles clench in approval. “Like that, baby?” When Maxx doesn’t respond I bite down harder, her pussy responding with a death grip of consent. “Answer.” I demand.
“Yes, Logan! Yes!”
I repeat the bite again and she continues riding me, her first orgasm hitting right when expected. Maxx screams my name and her body slows down
like it’s ready to quit.
Not gonna happen.
I lean back and pull her down so she is lying on top of me before wrapping one hand in her hair and the other on her ass. The unexpected change causes a sharp gasp to escape her, but my plan doesn’t falter. I fiercely thrust up and grip her tighter. She begins panting, helpless as I take her rougher than she just had me, but with just as much intent.
“You know what I want,” my voice growls, the sound of my cock pushing inside her echoing inside the car. “Give it to me, Maxx.” She shakes her head, and I jab harder, my own orgasm right on the brink. Her first, asshole. Her first. Her teeth cut into my shoulder to stop her from screaming and my hand pulls her hair sharply. “Come for me, Maxx.” Feeling her mouth about to try and resist what her body is moments from surrendering, I push her again. “Now.” And at that moment her entire body shakes on top of me, coming all over my cock, which thanks her tight pussy by filling it up on the same breath, the word “Fuck…” accompanying it.
The two of us lie still in my driver’s seat, struggling to regain consciousness.
Ever had sex in the car before? I highly recommend it.
Lifting her face off my shoulder she looks up at me. “What happened to ‘I deserve better than car sex’?”
I chuckle and pop her on the ass, getting a squeal in return. “Let’s get home, so I can have you again.”
Lazily she drags her body up, not leaving my lap yet. “Once wasn’t enough?”
“Is it ever enough?” I proudly smirk.
She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Can I have like a tissue or something to…um…ya know?”
After helping her get cleaned up and putting both of our clothes back in place, I start the car and we head home.
You’re probably wondering what would’ve happened if someone would’ve just walked into the employee parking lot and seen us, huh? I’ll be the first to say that that thought crossed my mind, but I didn’t fucking care. Waiting any longer to have my nuts drenched from her wet pussy would’ve killed me. You don’t want me dead, do you?
***
The two of us walk through the front door hand in hand. Maxx is still blushing about the public sex we just had, and I’m thinking about getting her up the stairs to do it all over again.
We round the corner and see Dean on the couch with his hands up a skinny brunette’s shirt.
Immediately Maxx shrieks, “Dean!”
I put my fist to my lips to stop from laughing.
Like father, like son. Wait. Shit. No. I didn’t say that. I didn’t mean it like that. Well I meant it like that, but the word choice was bad. It was bad, right?
“Shit,” Dean grumbles.
“Mouth!” Maxx yells again.
I mutter, “The least of his problems right now.”
Maxx shoots me brief glare.
The mousy brunette quickly pushes her shirt down, her face as red as Maxx’s dress. “Sorry…sorry…oh God…Um…”
“It’s time to say goodnight,” Maxx says clearly trying to remain calm. With a soft sigh she asks, “Do you need a ride home?”
“I drive. I mean…I drove.” She stands and grabs her purse.
“Walk her to her car, Dean, and then come right back inside,” Maxx instructs.
“Yes ma’am.” He nods and follows the girl out.
The sound of the front door shutting allows me to let loose some of the chuckles that were strangling me from the inside.
She slugs me in disapproval. “Not funny!”
“Oh, come on!” I shake my head.
“Logan.” Her scowl that was just pointed at Dean is now pointed at me.
When the front door opens again, he slowly slinks back into the room, hands buried in his front pockets. “You’re home early…”
Not the right thing to say.
“So this is our fault?” Maxx’s jaw hits the ground.
“I think he means he had plans for her to be gone before we got here,” I clarify. My clarification earns me an even harsher glare than he got.
Should I not be talking?
“Do. Not. Defend. His. Actions! He was just feeling some girl up on our couch!” A motherly tone comes out of her and it sounds kind of cute.
Don’t worry. I’m not gonna say anything about it right now and get grounded too.
“She’s right. Technically, no one’s allowed to get lucky on that couch.” My joke makes Dean laugh but flares Maxx’s eyes up again.
“Be fucking serious!” she yells.
At the same time, the Kid and I say, “Mouth.”
“Shut up!” Her yelling increases. The entire house goes silent as we give her some room to breathe. Slightly calmer than before, she starts, “Sorry.” Turning to the Kid she continues, “Look, no girls when no one’s home okay?”
“Okay.” He replies.
I step in. “Kid, I get it. You’re 15, damn near 16 and chicks are well…something you wanna do something about, am I right?” The frustration on Maxx’s face is clear but she doesn’t stop me from talking. “That’s cool. But be smart about it okay? If you have questions come to us. Always use protection. If you don’t have any I can render that. And most importantly, don’t do it in the living room.”
“That’s most important?” Maxx sighs, looking defeated.
“It’s a valid point.”
What? It is!
She opens her mouth to fight me on the subject, but I cut her off. “Come on, Maxx. We can’t stop him from boning when he wants to. That’s a choice he’s gonna make when he’s ready. All we can do is accept it and remember to teach him to be smart about it.”
Unexpectedly she nods.
Did I really just fucking win that argument? Ha. I want a victory lap dance. No? I don’t get a prize for being right?
“Deal?” I turn my voice to the Kid.
“Deal.” He scratches the back of his neck and says, “Can I really ask you any questions?”
“Do not ask him for tips.” Maxx points a stern finger at Dean.
He looks like he wants to laugh but decides again it, which is a wise choice. “I was just gonna ask how old you guys were?”
Not a good subject. Not…a good subject.
“Really?” I sigh. “You really wanna know?” He nods. “15.”
Maxx raises her eyebrows at me.
We do have some things we don’t know about each other. And if she knew who it was with, this subject would get much, much worse.
“What about you?” Dean questions her.
“18.”
So she really hasn’t been having sex that long just like she said. Am I an asshole for not knowing? Better yet, am I an asshole for not easing her into some of the shit we’ve been doing? I know she’s not a fucking virgin, but close enough.
“So, like I said. We know what you wanna do. Be smart about it. Now go to bed.” I toss my head in the direction of the stairs.
Sheepishly he nods and says, “Sorry…”
We wait a couple minutes in silence before heading up to our room. There’s a clear question written all over Maxx’s face, I just pray she doesn’t actually ask it. While I know my eyes should be on her face, they can’t help but fall to her boobs that are moments from being freed again. That thought makes my cock stir.
Round 2…
“Logan.” Her voice sounds so unsure I almost don’t wanna answer.
In fact, I just wanna go over there and—
“Who was she?”
What did I tell ya?
“Maxx. You don’t wanna do this. Trust me.” I insist, sitting on the edge of the bed while she leans her back against the door.
She doesn’t. But she’s gonna anyway. Is that like a chick thing? Slowly torturing yourself with information that you really don’t wanna know? If we say you don’t wanna know, fucking trust us.
“I do or I wouldn’t have asked.”
I shake my head. “No.”
“What do you mean no?”
“I mean no. We’
re not doing this.”
“Why not?”
“Because I plan on fucking the woman I love before I pass out for the night and if I tell you, that won’t be an option.”
“You really think I’m that sensitive?” She sounds hurt.
How the fuck did I mess this up already? Do you have an instruction guide on how to deal with a girlfriend? I need the idiot proof version. ASAP.
“I know it’s that bad.”
“Tell me.”
“Maxx…”
“Tell me.” I go to deny her again when she says, “What happened to letting each other into our pasts?”
I knew that was a fucking stupid idea.
“Come on, Logan…” Her voice gets low and sultry.
Evil.
Swaying her hips, she walks towards me and straddles my lap. “The sooner you tell me, the sooner you can reclaim me as yours all over again…”
Super evil.
“Okay.” I shrug. “But I tried to warn you.” After Maxx nods I say, “Melissa Clever.”
“The girl who lived across the street from me?” Her shriek hits dog whistle level.
I’ve been right twice now. You wanna give me my lap dance of victory now?
Maxx doesn’t wait for me to say anything before she freaks out again popping up off my lap. “She was one of my friends!” I don’t respond. “How could you do that to me? How Logan? You knew how I felt about you, even then, and you slept with my friend!” Her fit continues. “Is that why she started spreading rumors about me?” Finally she stomps her bare foot at me. “Talk!”
“Oh it’s my turn?” I sigh leaning forward on my arms. “I was waiting on your sidewalk one evening. You had gone to the bookstore with your Aunt and Uncle and I guess you stopped for dinner.”
“Normally you would’ve waited in my room for me.”
“And I would’ve that day too, but the window was locked. You know sometimes after your Aunt would do a deep clean she’d lock it. Anyway, Mel—”