Coming to Rick’s BBQ ends up being rather embarrassing, Marie actually has never dined here at night, usually dropping by for a quick bite during a shopping trip. The ambiance is far different at night, tonight is a theme night and rather than a simple country diner she is used to the entire place is converted into a den of romance, complete with soft candlelight, semi-private booths, and even a pair of violinists.
Logan shuffles into the booth after her, she had expected him to sit opposite of her and instead he squeezes in right next to her. She intends to protest, but he is warm, she can feel it through his jeans and it radiates from his body now that he taken off his leather jacket. She resists the urge to lean into that warmth and instead chooses to focus on her menu, a menu she already knows like the back of her hand.
He opens his menu and after a quick glance sets it down in front of him. Glancing at her with a smirk. “So any suggestions?”
While she didn’t expect him to ask her opinion, she is pretty certain what a man like him would like to eat. “The sirloin and the rack of ribs are very good.”
“That does sound good.” She watches as Logan flips to the correct page and nods. Raising his hand to signal the waiter that they are ready, he takes a big gulp of his beer. He looks at her over the edge of his glass. “And they have Canadian beer, who’d thought.”
The food is delicious as she expected, and the mood is pleasant, romantic even. Marie is so engrossed in watching him, looking at his deft fingers, strong hands, the way his lips move, the flick of his tongue when he cleans himself of BBQ sauce, that she forgets to eat her own food.
“Not hungry darlin'?” She even didn’t remember her own plate till he mentions it in the deep rough voice of his, his warm hand moves to rest over hers. She watches wide-eyed as he leans in closer, the pleasant sensation of one of his hand slipping around her, she feels so safe with him. His other hand still holding her hand, his thumb gliding pleasantly along her palm, a warm hazy settles over her mind and she forgets to choose her words carefully. “Oh, it’s just that after what happened…”
She berates herself for the horribly mixed signals she is sending him. Taking him to this place during a romance theme night, Logan obviously thinks she will be open to certain things. He stops, pulling away just a bit but his hands stay where they are and he looks at her questioningly. Quickly realizing he misunderstood her, she squeezes his hand reassuringly and tugs him closer. “No, I didn’t mean that. It is weird, but I feel safe with you.”
Suddenly he is so close, his lips are almost touching hers and the heat radiating from his body washes over her. The brief thought of putting back on her bracelet is quickly discarded, the energy field that dampens her powers also reduces the sensation of touch and for some reason she has this urge to feel him without anything in the way. With her eyes half-lidded she leans forward to meet him, tentatively touching her lips to his, his muttonchops lightly pricking her skin. A voice in her head, the reasonable one is screaming at her, a proper lady should not kiss on the first date, much less do whatever this is.
Like she is expecting he is an excellent kisser, not that she has much to compare to, but according to many, Remy is a good kisser. As well practiced as Remy is, there is always something impersonal about the way they were intimate together. She understands that now, to Remy she is but one of many, treasured but not unique.
There is something more in the way this man is kissing her, he seems to taste every touch, taste every reaction he coaxes from her. He kisses her with a passion, a possessiveness that is at once exciting and foreboding. Nevertheless, she finds herself swept up in the moment and couldn't help but moan into his mouth.
It is just the opportunity Logan needs to deepen the kiss; his tongue sweeps across her lower lip, before sliding past it. One of his hands drops down to lightly caressing her inner thigh, the other over the thin fabric of her tube top, teasing her sensitive nubs till they pebble under his fingers. She is boneless in his arms, her mind only focusing on the heat of where their flesh meets. She lets those last few rational thoughts dissolve away and with it the troubles that have been plaguing her are gone as well, if only temporarily.
This is why she left the school tonight, this is what she wanted, a night of passion with a rough and tumble stranger, with no strings attached. They finally break apart panting, yet Logan just can’t seem to get enough of her, he proceeds to kiss a trail down to her neck, as his hand roams to more intimate places. She blushes fiercely when he's explored far enough to know she not wearing panties.
She is not sure what she was expecting when she allowed him to continue his exploration up to the junction of her thighs. Whatever it was she didn’t expect this, his touch is firm, sure, measured. His fingers leisurely charting her slick folds, his thumb lightly caressing her clit, eliciting a sensual gasp from her. Something warm and wet descends on a taut nipple, she feels herself drawn between his lips. Biting her lower lip hard when he rolls the sensitive bud between his teeth almost painfully then soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. Despite the incredible sensations assaulting her, and the whirlpool of thoughts and emotions within her mind, somehow her boring, reasonable side temporarily manages to seize control. She pushes against him lightly, pressing her legs closer together. “Logan, wait.”
“It’s alright, Marie,” Logan mumbles as he shifts to lick a sensitive spot on her neck. His dexterous fingers continue to stimulate her, causing her hips to buck against his hand seeking more contact, more friction, more pleasure. “Relax, let me take care of ya.”
Her thighs fall open once more as Logan pulls her right leg across his lap, capturing her lips again in a more demanding kiss. She can’t help but whimper when he pushes a finger into her slick, wet heat. She clutches him tighter in embarrassment. “Logan wait... someone might see.”
“Don’t worry darlin', they're all busy too.” Marie cautiously opens her eyes and looks over Logan’s broad shoulders to find that he is indeed right, most if not all the couples have like them retreated deep into their booths. She feels a second finger join the first, reaching into her and sliding across that spot inside. She bites hard into his shoulder to prevent her from moaning out loud, and lets the ecstasy sweep over her.
Logan keeps a measured pace, soon she is once again tittering her on the edge this time he seems intent to keep her there. The simulation combine with the kisses and nips he is inflicting on her neck and lips forms a potent cocktail of bliss and frustration. She tries to arch into his kisses and grind into his touch but he easily keeps control, knowing the exact amount of simulation to give her.
“Logan... Please…” After the first climax, she is so sensitive, but also so close, practically writhing in lust and arousal. She is not sure if she wants him to continue or stop. Her sensitivity combined with a strong sense of modesty pushes her towards a decision "I don't... I can't..."
“Yes, you can darlin',” He nips her earlobe lightly and she just knows he is teasing her, his fingers working their maddening rhythm inside her.
“Please! I can't..” She has a hard time controlling her voice or any other part of herself and she is sure that if he doesn’t stop now, she will betray their activities to the entire restaurant. Her hips start bucking involuntarily, and her wall squeezes around his fingers.
“There we go.” She can almost feel him smirk in response. Suddenly his pace changes, his fingers curl inside her, his thumb rubs rapid circles into her bundle of nerves and his other hand unerringly finds the sensitive peaks of her breasts, the sharp tug of her rigid nipple sends her over with a muffled scream.
“That’s it. That's my girl,” he mummers into her ear while holding her against him, keeping her from spasming wildly, deep in the throes of her orgasm. Forcing her to simply relax and let her climax wash over her. Once the aftershocks of her release finally subside she finds his arms still comfortably wrapped around her, her clothing adjusted neatly and aside from a few remaining shudders, it is as if nothing happened to her at all. She feels him placing a chaste kiss on her lips, “Ya ready to go?”
She then realizes she must have lost track of time, the table is already cleared and he has paid the bill. She pouts at him, “That's not fair, this is supposed to be my treat.”
“Trust me darlin’, I definitely got a treat.” Heat rises to her cheeks again when reminded of what and where it just happened. Fuming at his insufferable smirk, Marie crosses her arms in annoyance, but he draws her in closer, breathing in her scent deeply, and rubbing her lower back. “Let’s get ya home.”
Driving down the country road towards the school, Marie enjoys the comfortable silence in the car. Her body is still tingling from before and the bumps on the road are not helping at all. Yet one thing still weights on her mind, considering what happened at the restaurant, the man she is with is no stranger to sex. She can’t shake the feeling that he is letting her down gently after finding her less than desirable. Why else would he be rushing to get her home after what happened?
Glancing over at Logan, her lips curl at the smug look on his face, and her doubt fades just a bit, the result of his hand currently caressing her bare thigh. Placing one of her hands over his and giving it a squeeze, a thought comes to her mind. He's managed to keep her off balance all night, and she wants to do something that will keep his interest. Taking her compact out of her purse she pretends to refresh her makeup while pondering her options.
“My compact!” The road to the school is windy and bumpy. Logan did not seem to make much effort avoiding the potholes that litter the road. The jolt sends her compact flying from her hands and down right between his legs. Before he can respond she bends over into his lap, reaching into the space between his legs.
“Hey, it's alright, ya can grab it later.” So intent upon trying to recover the compact given to Marie by her mother, she is unaware that she is pressing her chest into his thigh. After a considerable amount of fumbling, her fingers finally find the compact. She sits up and flashes him a victorious smile. “Yes! Got it”
Logan must have found the squirming and her sudden motion distracting, as he swerves to avoid oncoming traffic. The physics of the maneuvers send her crashing back into his lap.
“Darlin’.” Pressing up against him as she is, she feels the full effect of his growl as it rumbles through her. She’s known him for barely a few hours but she thinks that it’s the good kind of growl, the kind filled with promise. And then she feels him react to her, and her heart races. He hardens against her, and she can feel the burning heat of him, his hard length straining against his jeans. It is the first physical proof that she’s had that he finds her attractive.
Running her hands along his well-muscled thigh, she raises her head to kiss him along his neck, taking in his unique musk before palming his length. Slowly rubbing him through his jeans she whispers in his ear, “And looks like I found something else.”
“Ya did that on purpose.” There is an amused rasp in his voice.
“Maybe.” Everything happened totally by accident, but he seems to really enjoy what she is doing to him. Marie makes the little fib not wanting to seem like a total amateur in his eyes.
Unzipping him, she slowly slides her hand inside and gasps when she is met by his hard and hot cock. She runs her finger along the length, lingering on the sensitive flesh near the tip of his member. He is thicker and longer than she is used to and her stomach flutters at the thought of taking all of him inside her. Logan’s hands stroking her inner thigh bring her from her daydream, as does another growl from him “Ain’t nice to tease darlin’.”
“Who says I’m teasing? Giving him a few tentative strokes with her hand she leans back down and kisses his tip. His tip is already glistening; coated with pre-cum. Taking a light swipe of her tongue she finds the taste unfamiliar and only slightly unpleasant. She’s done this only once before, with Bobby and he wasn’t at all pleased with her performance, the reaction was horrifying enough that she didn’t think she would do this again.
His hand caresses its way up her back to her neck; he tangles his hand into her long tresses and nudges her impatiently. With quite a bit of apprehension, she takes him into her mouth, her tongue swirls around the head as she descends. After that first time, she did practice a little hoping to improve; this is the first chance she has to test out her skills. Another small bump in the road, the motion thrusts his cock into her mouth just a bit and she feels her teeth scrape against his member.
Marie freezes in place, cursing herself for being such a klutz. Bobby all but screamed bloody murder when she did that on accident. Logan instead jerks his hips up, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. “Fuck yes! ”
With a surge of confidence, she begins to bob her head over his lap, licking and sucking, occasionally scrapping him with her teeth, relishing the way he reacts to her. It is wonderful to know that she is the one doing this to him, he probably has had a countless women, but here, tonight he is only thinking of her. His hand grips her hair tighter, and the rumble in his chest gets louder, he barely struggles out his words, “That's it! Just like that.”
Emboldened she works him deeper into her throat, as much as she can bear and increases the pace; her face flushes at the lewd sound coming from the act. Logan suddenly pulls her from his lap. At first, she thought she did something wrong, but the look in his eyes dispel all thoughts of that. He looks frenzied with lust and roughly yanks her to him for a bruising kiss. “We’re here.”
It takes Marie a few minutes to realize that they are in the parking lot of a motel. “This isn’t the school.”
By then he's already tucked himself back in and walked around the vehicle. The passenger side door lurches open, with one arm Logan hauls her onto his shoulders. “Change of plans.”
She is not sure how he manages to lock up his car, open the door to his room and bolt the deadlock all the while kissing and groping at her. Yet somehow she is now pressed up against the door of his room skirt hiked all the way to her waist, her breasts exposed and a hunk of a man looking at her like she is the most important thing to him in the world. He tugs on her hair, exposing her throat to him. She gasps at the strange mixture of pain and pleasure when his teeth bite down on that spot, followed by the sensation of his tongue soothing the aching mark he made. The act is so possessives that it leaves her weak at the knees.
Logan takes a step back, and looks at her over several times, straining against some invisible binding, hunger easily visible in his eyes. “If there is any part of that outfit ya like, ya better take it off now.”
Under the intensity of his eyes, Marie can barely recall her own name, much less what she is wearing at that moment. Right before she can come to a decision about her outfit, he presses her once more against the door, his hands easily lifting her by her hips, and as if by instinct her legs wrap around his waist. She first hears the fabric ripping, before the sting of her skirt finally giving out at the seams. His urgency stokes the fire within her, and she clutches him tight.
He swiftly lays claim to her lips, one hand finding its way to her breasts, teasing her nipple with flicks of his finger. She moans into him, and he draws her tongue into his mouth. The sound of a zipper opening bringing a bit of sense to her mind. She is not sure if she can blush any harder at the strange hang up she has somehow developed, she pleads with him regardless, “Please the bed.”
The room is suddenly in motion, the ceiling spins above her, and in the next moment she finds herself lying on the bed. Logan is braced above her. One hand pinning her wrists down over her head as the other spreads her legs apart before him. He leans down to touch their foreheads together, the tip of his cock barely brushing against her wet slit. He looks into her eyes and time seems to stop for them. All sorts of thoughts appear in Marie’s head some are berating her about protection, others can’t believe that she would bed a man like him on the very first night out no less. Those voices and others are drowned out by a sense of triumph. Logan had his pick of women this night, yet it is her, poor little Marie that has his interest.
He surges into her in a single thrust, all the way to the hilt. Seemingly an eternal moment of him piercing her, stretching her, filling her, then contentment, bliss. She locks her ankles around his back, her nails leaving ephemeral marks upon his back. Arching against him, kissing any part of him she can reach, forcing a gasp of pleasure from her when he slowly withdraws and surging all the way back in.
It is all too much, fear, anxiety, excitement, and pleasure all the feelings that have been building up all night are suddenly released in an explosion. Logan did not tarry, rutting into her at a feverish pace, driving her into the bed with each forceful thrust. She hears herself screaming for him as his hand roams over her exposed body, leaving possessives marks in its wake. Any other night all this might have been too intense perhaps even painful, but not tonight. With this man, she is somehow able to experience a new height of pleasure.
As the crescendo builds a second time, enough conscious though slips through to remind her that she will be sore tomorrow, that she should have insisted on protection. Yet to her elation she found herself not caring for any consequence. As the tension nears its peak, Marie finds herself only in this moment, a woman with her lover. She is at once both completely within herself and far outside of it. She can sense the faltering of his rhythm and the tensing of his muscles, see his head fling back, his eyes shutting and hear his roar as pleasure gives way to release. She feels him pulsing inside her and she clenches around him tightly in response. Leaping over the edge after him, feeling each spurt of his hot seed so deep within her stirs up something primal, a simple truth, she is his and he is hers.
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