Page 22 of Twisted Love

Despite those thoughts, that wasn’t what really drove Logan right then. Instead, it was a fascination with the woman brave enough, confident enough to let him fuck her here, in this place made for sex. Sure, it was kind of obvious what would happen, but still. She could have balked at the entrance. She could have demanded he take her home.

Instead, she wanted him to show her off, to show off himself. To fuck her until they were both senseless, with an audience that was a mix of the seen and unseen. Logan knew there were rooms upstairs, rooms where people could watch without being seen. They’d be looking at his Keily too.

“Pull your top down a little.” He demanded, and she obeyed, exposing her breasts as she tucked the top of the dress and the cups of her bra under the round globes. The material of the straps that crossed her chest created a frame around her breasts, created a picture that was sultry and inviting. “Good.”

He made her wait, his lips barely against the sensitive tip of her nipple. Her body was telling him that she was aroused, that she wanted him. The dark red flush to her nipples was all he needed to see to know she wanted him. Her nipples gave her away every time. When she wasn’t aroused, they were a dark pink, but when she wanted to fuck? They were almost the color of red wine.

The thing that really set him on fire was that she didn’t try to hide her bare breasts from the others in the place. She was focused only on him and as far as he could tell, she didn’t care that anyone else existed. Only he existed for her, and that was something he didn’t know he’d even wanted.

“Hmm, not yet.” He whispered softly and stood up with her wrapped around him. “Get down. No, don’t pull your top back up, leave it as it is and lean over the couch. Yes, like that, Keily.”

He knelt down behind her and heard her gasp when his lips touched her ass. He slid her panties down her legs and glanced around to see what she looked like. Her breasts dangled out of her top, inviting anyone to touch them, to tease her into something more. Her skin was flushed there too, a deep red that showed off just how excited she was.

“Don’t move, Keily. Just stand there.” He ran a finger up her leg, admired her calves, pressed into shape by her high heels, and let her wait an agonizing ten seconds. Once he’d counted to ten, he pushed her dress up over her hips to run his tongue between her thighs. He nudged at her inner thighs with his thumbs until she opened further, letting him deeper into the treasure hidden there. He wasn’t going to get her off, only drive her as high as he could before she got there.

“Fuck, people are watching us, Logan.” She whispered, but it didn’t sound like a stop to him, so he kept going. His tongue delved into her, tasted her, and filled his head with her scent. The moment was all about her, about driving her to a wildness she hadn’t experienced before. “Fuck, they can see me.”

It still didn’t sound like a protest, so Logan continued the tease until he found her clit. He stopped there, her ass high in the air and bare for anyone in the place to see, and lashed at her just the way she liked it.

“You’re going to get me off if you don’t stop.” She warned, but he didn’t listen. She wasn’t there yet. She hadn’t begged him to fuck her. She wasn’t nearly there yet.

He heard her gasps, her moans, and waited, waited for that one sound, that hitch in her throat that was always the signal. The second he heard that sound he moved, brought her back down to his lap, and brought her face to his so she could taste herself on his lips.

Thoughts of the past and where they were at present disappeared when she reached between their bodies, undid the dark blue jeans he had on, and pulled his cock out. She could have just gotten off riding the ridge of his cock through his pants, she’d done it before when they were at home and she was more than ready for him. But now? She’d had him on his knees in public, had his tongue inside of her, and she wanted the full experience.

“Don’t stop, fuck me here, Logan. Fuck me now. Please.” She breathed as she shifted a little and sank down onto him, completely bare, and he felt how slick she was on the most sensitive flesh on his body. Some of that was from him, he knew that, but most of it was her juices, her arousal that turned her walls into liquid gloves that surrounded his cock with wet heat.

Keily purred as her body opened for him, took him. All Logan could do was hang on and take her nipple in his mouth to spur her on. It was impossible to keep his eyes focused on her now, but from the way she clenched around him, he knew she was fully invested in this. She didn’t want him to stop.

Her body moved to a rhythm only she knew but he let her have her dance. He sucked at her nipple, inhaled her scent, and tried not to let go too soon. His own arousal didn’t matter right now. Only Keily mattered and she was close, she was too excited not to be. He decided to tease her a little more.

“Do you see them, Keily? All the people watching you fuck yourself on my dick? Do you?” He paused but she didn’t answer, she just grunted a little and kept riding him, her hand digging into his shoulders as she moved on him. “They all want to fuck you, or be you, you know that, don’t you? Even I’m in awe of you and it’s my dick you’re bouncing on.”

“Fuck you, Logan.” She gasped but couldn’t say anything else, not when her head was back, and he had her nipple in his mouth again.

He wanted her to be louder though, to let it all out, and he took her other nipple between his fingers. She didn’t last long once he’d latched onto both nipples. Her walls gripped at him, tantalizing him to join her, but he held back, waited, watched as she threw her head back in total surrender.

Everyone had to hear the way she groaned now, they all must be watching, but he wasn’t worried about looking. He heard the responses of others in the room, heard the moans, the groans, the sudden inhalations of male and female voices as pleasure was sought and found. Keily’s voice joined theirs again as a growl of pleasure, and this time, Logan groaned too. She was almost too much temptation.

This was what he wanted now. He wanted Keily just like this, at every possible moment. It was all he’d wanted for a long time, but he’d held himself back, away from her, away from most people. He’d almost left her at one point, afraid this part was coming, but he’d hesitated, and now? It might just be too late.

Her back arched suddenly and she moaned long and low, but he felt what was happening, knew that she was letting go. He held onto her, kept her on his lap as pleasure made her head fall back, strangling the groan of pure bliss that wouldn’t be stopped. Her hips didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop riding him at all as he waited for her to finish.

When she pulled back to take her nipple from his mouth and pulled his face up to kiss him with sensual gratitude, he lost the will to control himself any longer. He whispered words into her mouth, words she wouldn’t hear as she kissed him. Words he didn’t really want to hear himself as pleasure took over and melted his brain into nothing but Keily.

He was totally fucked, but he didn’t care. Not anymore.

All that mattered was Keily and how good it felt to be inside of her.

12

Logan

He was going to have to go jerk off or something if she didn’t wake up soon. He’d woken up in the middle of the night, the memory of their time at the club earlier in the evening still lingering in his thoughts. Kiely was asleep, but not for long. He whispered her name against the back of her head as he ground his hard length into her.

He’d fucked her as soon as they got home earlier, but the need was there again, raw and real, deep in his mind, not only his body. He wanted her again, and he’d have her if she let him.

Keily gave a soft whimper and her hips moved, instinct taking over as she felt his need, even in her sleep. He’d woken up hard as a rock, memories of watching her ride his dick in such a public way still fresh and exciting. Something about the wildness of her passion still drove him, even in his sleep. He needed to stamp his claim on her again before the dawn rose and reality intruded.