The slow grind against her ass coupled with his wicked fingers was a magical combination. The spell shattered when everything stopped. Logan froze…she whimpered. The only sounds to follow were the distant crash of the waves and the neon buzz coming from the front of the building until he brought his lips against her cheek and spoke.
“Answer the question. Does it matter?”
Ugh, you infuriating man. Why does it matter to you if it matters to me? I’m the one who should be put off by it, not you. As she was fuming to herself, she realized it didn’t matter. She wanted him. He wanted her. They were adults. End of discussion.
“No, it doesn’t matter. Now…please…move.” January needed to come. She would’ve said anything to get him to continue, however, what she said was the truth. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like they were building a life together; they were fucking, plain and simple. Or they would be, if he would just move…something.
“Good girl,” he praised and licked the side of her face. It was a surprisingly hot thing to do…strange but sexy. He tracked tiny kisses over her ear, eye, and cheek, even the side of her nose.
His face pulled back with a wicked grin. “For the record, I haven’t slept with anyone since coming here, so Rabbit, get ready for a long,” he ground his erection into her ass and brought his face back to the side of hers, “hard.” This time, it was a thrust from behind and his tongue entered her ear. “Night.”
January damn near came in her pants. Something about this man was unreal. The manly lumberjackesque scent of him, like woods, hard work, and testosterone was a sensory aphrodisiac. Ramping up her libido yet another notch was the smell and sounds of the ocean and…Wait, ocean? January’s open eyes finally focused, and her brain started processing the sights and sounds, other than Logan.
Oh, God, what am I doing? Anyone can happen by and see us. As much as that kind of turned her on, which was disturbing, it also turned her off. Okay, not off, but it was definitely putting a damper on the whole vibe.
Logan must’ve sensed her hesitation. “Where did you go, baby girl?”
“Logan, we can’t…not here…someone might see.”
“Stop worrying. Ruger won’t come out until last call, which by my estimate, is still twenty minutes. I heard the jukebox fire up just a bit ago. He thinks you’re still changing, and I gave him a nod when I exited in front so he has no idea we’re back here.”
“But…what about other people? Customers or—”
“Stop worrying.” Logan removed his hand from her pants and used the other at her arms to pull her back from the wall slightly, directing her attention with the hold at her arms. “There, dumpster. There, protected sea oats—no one dares trespass. There, private beach. There, wall.”
With that, he returned her to her previous position. “Now, do you want to come before we head back to my place or not? Because if you do, stop thinking, start feeling, and get ready to scream my name so loud, everyone between here and Destin will need to fire up a smoke.”
“Fuck.” She breathed and relaxed her cheek back against the building where the door met the wall.
Logan released her arms with a command not to move them and slid both hands down her hips, catching the waistband with his thumbs, and dragging them down as he followed. He tugged back on them. Knowing what he wanted by that action, January repositioned her body so she was slightly bent over. Arms folded and locked at her back, cheek still against the wall, legs spread as far as her leggings would allow from just above her knees, and ass kicked back far enough she felt the breeze against her exposed lady bits.
When he was face-to-face with her ass, he bit the right cheek, licked it, and then spoke, his breath creating a delayed sensation of hot and cool, pain and pleasure. “I have been wanting to do that since the first time I saw this juicy peach in that little school-girl skirt.”
Before she had a chance to react to his actions or his statement, his tongue slid across her wet lips. Front to back, repeat, lingering and devouring her clit. It finally registered that he was behind her but tonguing her like he had his face buried from the front. Her brain was slow to process how that was even possible with the amazing sensations flooding her body. When it finally hit her, her knees gave out, but Logan’s grip on her hips kept her upright.
“Holy shit, he must be related to Gene fucking Simmons.” The vibrations from his chuckle rippled up her body, sending torrents of pleasure coursing through her. She should have been embarrassed that he’d heard her, but she wasn’t. Instead, she laughed a bit to herself. Double digits and the tongue of a rock god. I’ve hit the ride and hide jackpot. The blow and go lotto. The sleeve and leave—
“Oh, God…fuck…shit…Logan.” January was screaming random words into the night as his tongue…his tongue, hit that spot inside that made her stupid. One hand slid around her hip and pressed against her clit and started to grind. She just had a toe over the peak, ready to come like she had never come before, and Logan did something that would make her orgasm epic.
His tongue left her grasping body, slithered backward and upward. He maintained the pressure and pace with his finger, allowing her to start rocketing with bliss, but when his hot tongue started circling her ass, she shot off like a cannon.
Logan didn’t let up either. He kept his hand and tongue working her from both sides until her orgasm finally subsided.
January was panting harder than if she’d just run a marathon in record time. As the ecstasy ebbed, a touch of embarrassment finally set in.
Oh, my God, I just had my ass eaten against the back of a strip club…and I loved every second of it.
Logan spoke in her ear. That was when she realized he had not only stood but righted her clothing and unfolded her arms. “Now, are you ready to take me back to my place where I can fuck you with my cock, too?”
As he spoke, he spun her around and wrapped her in an intimate embrace. It seemed so contradictory to what she expected. He never struck her as a cuddler. But she didn’t care if he cuddled or not. If he was as talented with said cock as he was with his tongue, she would be a very satisfied woman come morning.
“No problem, but you have to ride bitch, because no one drives Demon but me.”
Logan shouldered her backpack, which got dropped at some point in this exchange, and led her to her bike.
Almost lovingly, he took the helmet from the sissy bar and placed it on her head, slapping it on top to seat it. “No problem, beautiful. I’m secure enough. Besides, I can feel you up on the way. It’s a win-win.”
Logan threw his leg over, then lifted her effortlessly, placing her damn near in his lap. “Fire it up, biker Barbie. My dick is hard as fuck, and I want it inside you as soon as possible. Ass, pussy, mouth, hell, all three before the night’s over, but it needs to happen ASAP, so let’s ride.”
If words could make her come, it would have happened at those. January fired up Demon and pulled out of the lot, trying as best as she could to ignore Logan’s hands at her front, and that monster cock at her back.
This will be the longest three miles ever.
Four
By the time January pulled up to his room toward the end of the gravel lot, Logan’s dick was harder than he ever remembered it being. The rumble of the bike coupled with January’s ass vibrating on his cock had him on the verge of shooting a load in his pants.
The way she handled that bike was orgasmic. A chick who rides was already a weakness for him, but a chick who rides well, even better. She was such a perfect package. All innocence and dirty girl rolled into one.
If he were looking for something more, she would certainly be on his radar…but I’m not, so you can shut down that line of thinking right fucking now.
Logan never thought he’d have to give himself a mental talking-to about a chick. As he dismounted the bike, he shook off his thoughts, thoughts he didn’t need in the first place, and focused on the woman pulling the helmet off her head.
He invaded her personal space and wra
pped her up in his arms before she had a chance to hang the helmet from the handle bar. Leaning her forward, forcing her ass against his hard cock, he asked a question he genuinely wanted to know the answer to.
“Am I responsible for that flushed look or is it the bike?”
Her answer was breathless and needy.
“Demon,” she panted.
Logan was confused.
What the fuck did a demon have to do with anything?
“Excuse me, Rabbit? Do you need an exorcism? I’m no priest, but I bet I can make your body contort like there is a demon leaving it, and I know for a fact I can make you pray hard as fuck.”
Her laugh was infectious as she turned in his arms and leaned toward the back of the bike.
“Demon, it’s his name.” She pointed to the vicinity of the darkened taillight. Before he had a chance to look where she pointed, she relieved him of the backpack as she untangled herself from Logan and made her way toward the last cluster of doors at the end of the building. “That one?” she asked and pointed to the last door.
Absentmindedly, he nodded.
“When you puzzle it out, superstar, I’ll be waiting by the door for you to let me in so I can ride your cock like I ride Demon. Hard, fast, and howling into the night.” The attempted howl she punctuated her statement with made his cock twitch.
Logan felt his eyes swell along with his twitching cock. January’s blush told him this wasn’t a tactic she took with men often. Good to know.
His steps ate up the distance to the door. As he unlocked it with a classic key on a plastic oval, he tore his eyes from her long enough to glance back at the bike. The streetlight bounced off her tag, KSSRME. It took him just a few seconds to puzzle it out. Kiss Army, Domino, Demon.
“Fuck if you don’t get sexier by the second,” he breathed into the night as he swung the faded wood plank door wide. “Welcome to my…well, I don’t dare classify it as a home. But either way, welcome.”
January brushed past him—closer than she needed to—as she entered. Dropping her bag and toeing off her shoes, she attempted to pull her shirt over her head. Logan slammed the door and halted her progress with a bear hug, lifting her bare feet off the dingy shag carpeting.
“Stop. That’s my present, so I get to unwrap it,” he growled as his cock ground into her perfect ass as if it had a mind of its own.
It did.
Logan couldn’t wait to get her naked and riding him like her Demon, as she put it, but he had fantasized about undressing her for too many nights to let his, or her, anxiousness rob him of that pleasure.
He unwound his arms, spinning her to face him. God, she’s beautiful. Every time their eyes clashed, he lost the ability to exchange air in his lungs. He hoped tonight would cure him of that ailment.
But with her taste still lingering on his tongue, he kind of hoped it was a terminal affliction.
No fucking way. Not happening. Ever. He did have a terminal condition however, and it was called being unattached. No matter how smoking hot she was, Logan was not in it for an old lady or recyclables by the curb on Tuesday. No fucking way.
When he realized January stood still, obeying his command and awaiting further instruction, he decided the unwrapping fantasy needed to go into hyperdrive. He couldn’t wait another second to drive his aching cock into her tight pink pussy.
He knew what it looked like. He would never dine with his eyes closed. Even in the sickly glow of the yellowing lights filtering toward the back of the club, he could remember every line of her body.
Logan sat in the faded tweed chair that frankly smelled like 1972. Somehow, that’s the thought that stuck in his head from the first time he entered the room.
He removed his boots then leaned back into the year when Tricky Dick ruled the free world. He undid his fly to give his favorite body part some much needed space. Unlacing his boots had been a lesson in torture. “Strip.” Yeah, strip won out over unwrapping.
One word, spoken as an undeniable command. As much as he wanted to be inside her, this submissive nature she seemed to display around him was fascinating. He wanted to explore. So, quick strip tease, then a series of various styles of fucking.
Sounds perfect.
January obeyed. The way she moved told him it was certainly January and not Domino who would be riding his cock tonight and into the morning. Although, a flash here and there in her hazel green eyes told him that Domino was never far away. Almost like an advisor, an alter-ego giving her the strength to step outside her norm.
Logan liked that thought a whole hell of a lot.
Her moves were seductive and innocent, just like when she did her schoolgirl routine. The difference now though, was she was undressing only for him, and it didn’t seem a bit contrived.
January was actually enjoying it, if the little mewls she was making were any kind of indicator. The lip biting, the slight shake to her hands, it all added to the cock-hardening factor of this unwrapping by proxy.
Without thought, he began to stroke his cock, playing with the piercing. January was bent over, dragging those leggings off when she noticed it. It was almost comical; her eyes did an animated cartoon widening, and he could hear her swallow.
Logan began to laugh in a way he couldn’t remember ever doing before, a true enjoyment of the moment. She was frozen in place as he continued to laugh…and stroke.
He thoroughly enjoyed her shock and the way she licked her lips as her gaze drank him in. Logan didn’t think anything she could do would turn him on more…he was wrong as fuck.
From her bent position, she dropped to her knees and crawled on the questionable carpet to stop between his knees.
“And that,” she uttered, “is my present, yet you unwrapped it for me.” With a slender finger, she reached out without hesitation and barely touched the ball on the piercing. “And it seems you decorated for the occasion.”
Logan found himself laughing again. He had laughed more since meeting January than he had his entire life. Of course, he never really had much to laugh about. Now—
His thoughts came to a screeching halt when the very same finger that carefully touched only the piercing, now trailed a line of fire from the head of his dick all the way to his balls. Halting her exploration with a lightning fast grab of her delicate wrist, Logan fought to get his own body back under his control.
This was uncharted territory. No woman had ever taken control of him, much less done so with the tip of her tiny finger. January’s gasp brought his focus back to her. He began to apologize for being too rough when it became apparent her gasp of surprise quickly morphed into curiosity and desire, not fear.
God, this woman is going to be the death of me…but what a way to go.
Logan stood, leaving January kneeling between his feet. It reminded him of the cheesy pose on the cover of some second-rate romance novel. Looking down at her, their eyes clashed as she looked up. The moment was sheer perfection.
Her eyes begged him to take control, and his burned with the desire to do just that. The menu was endless, and it was an open fucking bar. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to watch her pleasure herself first or have her on all fours with her arms tied in a precise column while he fucked her mercilessly from behind.
He finally settled on having her hot lips wrapped around his cock, licking and sucking with single-minded focus.
“Take them off,” he ordered. Logan didn’t need to indicate what he meant by them. January was a smart cookie and eager to please. She cast her eyes down as her arms rose to his waistband. She’s a natural.
While she dragged his jeans down, he pulled his shirt up and off. If she enjoyed one piercing, she was in for a surprise. He had an abundance of body mods for her to explore, preferably with her mouth. Once the denim was at his ankles, he kicked it off.
The motion caused January to turn into him. She was eyeing his cock like it was water in the middle of the fucking Sahara. He was pretty good at reading people, and she was ready to feast,
but before she could make a move, he took himself in hand and gave his cock a squeeze in an attempt to hold back any premature issues on his part. He felt like a teenager getting ready to pop his cherry.
“Open.” She complied. “Good girl.” He slid his hand forward to cover everything except the head and leaned into her. He teased her lips with his cock—first the top then the bottom. It seemed like foreplay, but he was really just buying time to slow the tidal wave of pleasure from rushing forward. Either that, or she would get a pearl necklace in about three seconds.
“Fuck!” He shouted into 1972 when her tongue darted out, catching the silver colored loop and grazing the tip of his dick.
He wanted to lead this dance with finesse and some semblance of control, but January was having none of it. Instead of finesse, he was more of gropy over-anxious prom date in the back of a limo. He grabbed her hair and brought her face toward his body, barely giving her any time to adjust.
But January fucking surprised him again when she swallowed his entire length like it was nothing. When he retreated, he did a double-take just to make sure he was still sporting a solid ten, because the way she sucked cock was more like an embarrassing three.
He wanted to shout and scream and praise her and groan like a motherfucker, but instead, he was riding a wave of bliss. And the slurping and humming sounds she was making were pure ecstasy.
Every time she came to the end, she wrapped her tongue around his loop, and he was a goner. In no time, he pulled free from her mouth with a wet pop and unloaded all over her neck.
Logan had always enjoyed watching a woman swallow every drop, but with January, he had some primitive need to see it dripping off her ivory skin.
She was absolutely breathtaking naked and kneeling on avocado shag carpet with his cum running down her perfect fucking tits.
Logan helped her stand. He hated to end this picture of perfection, but he wanted to fuck her senseless. “Let’s take a quick shower, babe?”
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