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glance to the side to see the security guard making his rounds.
“You folks okay?” he asks.
“We’re good.” Logan offers his charming smile before flexing his fingers inside of me. My muscles tighten on the verge of coming.
Are you fucking kidding me with this? Not only is he not removing his fingers in the presence of the rent-a-cop, but he’s making more motions! If he wasn’t moments away from giving what will probably be the best orgasm in the history of my orgasms, I would probably knee him in the nuts.
“Ma’am?” the officer says in my direction. “You alright?”
His fingers flex once more, the trigger spot being briefly touched. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from moaning. Thankful that Logan’s body is blocking the way, I somehow say, “I’m fine, thank you. We were just finishing up an argument we were having.”
“Oh…” He makes a face like he’s suddenly uncomfortable.
That scares you off? Worst cop ever.
“I’ll let you to finish.”
“Please.” The word is a request from Logan but one that I feel is not actually directed at the useless law enforcement.
The security guard turns on his heels and heads back down the slope, tapping his flashlight along the way. Before he’s even out of sight, Logan’s fingers return to their captivating flow bringing me back to the edge within a matter of pushes.
Whimpering I clutch onto his shirt, “Logan…”
A short lick across the bottom of my chin is followed by a mischievous bite. “Yes?”
His fingers have slowed down now, dragging out the orgasm that’s scraping to get out of me. I beg, “Please…”
He thrusts on the words. “Please. What?”
Oh what an asshole…
“Logan…”
“Say it, baby.” His body moves in closer as his fingers sink in a little deeper. In my ear he demands, “Tell me what you need.”
“Make me come.”
On command his fingers tilt and apply pressure to just the right spot hitting it again and again until the only thing supporting my body weight, the only thing supporting my entire existence, is him.
With a louder than expected cry of his name, I fall to pieces at his fingertips. My muscles contract so tightly around his fingers I can hear a sharp gasp of pleasure come out of him.
Logan slides them from inside of me, rolls them around his tongue, and cocks an eyebrow. “You forgot to say please.”
Bastard.
I open my mouth to smart off in return, though with what exactly is a mystery thanks to this sex haze, but am cut off by a very loud, very angry sounding Luke.
“What the hell?” he yells.
Logan gives his face a scrub in an attempt to calm himself down as he moves his body to hide behind mine.
Most likely to hide the raging hard on in his pants.
Luke studies us for a moment, his anger replaced with confusion.
Oh God. He knows.
“What’s going on here?” He points to the two of us.
Logan slightly adjusts himself and answers, “Just needed to talk.”
The father like look falls on me. “And did you?”
Not with the set of lips he’s thinking…
Stuttering, I toss a hand out. “Some…not enough.”
“Definitely not enough,” Logan chuckles behind me.
Add arrogant to the word bastard please.
“Enough for tonight,” I rectify and turn my body to face him.
Time seems suspended for just a brief moment while we stare at each other, baffled and temporarily satiated. I watch him lick his lips, which most likely taste of me, before his hand reaches out and brushes my arm.
“We seriously need to talk, Maxx.”
“I know.” Is all that manages to come out. “But not tonight.” Backing away from his touch I turn to Luke. “Mind taking me home? Kinda feeling dizzy after those shots and that heat.”
“You didn’t eat either did you?” The scolding look on his face is followed immediately by him opening his arm for me to slip under. I shake my head answering the question. “You better not throw up in my car…”
I glance once more over my shoulder at
“You folks okay?” he asks.
“We’re good.” Logan offers his charming smile before flexing his fingers inside of me. My muscles tighten on the verge of coming.
Are you fucking kidding me with this? Not only is he not removing his fingers in the presence of the rent-a-cop, but he’s making more motions! If he wasn’t moments away from giving what will probably be the best orgasm in the history of my orgasms, I would probably knee him in the nuts.
“Ma’am?” the officer says in my direction. “You alright?”
His fingers flex once more, the trigger spot being briefly touched. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from moaning. Thankful that Logan’s body is blocking the way, I somehow say, “I’m fine, thank you. We were just finishing up an argument we were having.”
“Oh…” He makes a face like he’s suddenly uncomfortable.
That scares you off? Worst cop ever.
“I’ll let you to finish.”
“Please.” The word is a request from Logan but one that I feel is not actually directed at the useless law enforcement.
The security guard turns on his heels and heads back down the slope, tapping his flashlight along the way. Before he’s even out of sight, Logan’s fingers return to their captivating flow bringing me back to the edge within a matter of pushes.
Whimpering I clutch onto his shirt, “Logan…”
A short lick across the bottom of my chin is followed by a mischievous bite. “Yes?”
His fingers have slowed down now, dragging out the orgasm that’s scraping to get out of me. I beg, “Please…”
He thrusts on the words. “Please. What?”
Oh what an asshole…
“Logan…”
“Say it, baby.” His body moves in closer as his fingers sink in a little deeper. In my ear he demands, “Tell me what you need.”
“Make me come.”
On command his fingers tilt and apply pressure to just the right spot hitting it again and again until the only thing supporting my body weight, the only thing supporting my entire existence, is him.
With a louder than expected cry of his name, I fall to pieces at his fingertips. My muscles contract so tightly around his fingers I can hear a sharp gasp of pleasure come out of him.
Logan slides them from inside of me, rolls them around his tongue, and cocks an eyebrow. “You forgot to say please.”
Bastard.
I open my mouth to smart off in return, though with what exactly is a mystery thanks to this sex haze, but am cut off by a very loud, very angry sounding Luke.
“What the hell?” he yells.
Logan gives his face a scrub in an attempt to calm himself down as he moves his body to hide behind mine.
Most likely to hide the raging hard on in his pants.
Luke studies us for a moment, his anger replaced with confusion.
Oh God. He knows.
“What’s going on here?” He points to the two of us.
Logan slightly adjusts himself and answers, “Just needed to talk.”
The father like look falls on me. “And did you?”
Not with the set of lips he’s thinking…
Stuttering, I toss a hand out. “Some…not enough.”
“Definitely not enough,” Logan chuckles behind me.
Add arrogant to the word bastard please.
“Enough for tonight,” I rectify and turn my body to face him.
Time seems suspended for just a brief moment while we stare at each other, baffled and temporarily satiated. I watch him lick his lips, which most likely taste of me, before his hand reaches out and brushes my arm.
“We seriously need to talk, Maxx.”
“I know.” Is all that manages to come out. “But not tonight.” Backing away from his touch I turn to Luke. “Mind taking me home? Kinda feeling dizzy after those shots and that heat.”
“You didn’t eat either did you?” The scolding look on his face is followed immediately by him opening his arm for me to slip under. I shake my head answering the question. “You better not throw up in my car…”
I glance once more over my shoulder at
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