by Aubrey Irons
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” I hiss, turning to Logan and shoving him away from me. I squint and shake my head at the sophomoric ‘Dr. Jack Hoff’ scrawled across the sticker on his chest; “Jack Hoff? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Yeah I thought ‘Seymour Butts’ would be a little too overt.” He grins; “Hey, it scared that guy away, so I guess it worked.”
“That guy was nice, Logan; you should try ‘nice’ sometime yourself.”
He looks thoroughly amused and totally pleased with himself; “Oh, comon, that guy was a creep!”
He grins at me, and I narrow my eyes at him; “How the hell did you know I was here?”
He chuckles to himself; “Money buys all sorts of things, Quinn.”
I open my mouth and stare at him; “What, like tracking devices! Are you fucking following me, Logan?!”
He spreads his hands like anything I’m saying is some sort of false accusation; “Do I look like a psychopath, Quinn? No, I mean money buys all sorts of things like the pint of mint chocolate chip ice-cream I used to bribe Reagan into spilling where you were tonight.”
I make a mental note to give my sister a serious piece of my mind for selling me out for some fucking ice cream. Way to completely live up to that ‘crazy pregnant lady’ stereotype, Reagan, I grumble to myself; “Why the hell are you here?”
Logan crabs a glass of wine off a passing tray and shrugs before taking a big sip; “To save you from douchebags like that guy!”
“He’s a Professor here, actually.” I say primly.
“Quinn, he’s a teacher at a fuckin student party.”
“So? He-“
“So, that’s got predator written all over it. Ten bucks says he wanted you to wear a school girl outfit and call him ‘Teach’ later.
I roll my eyes; “You’re disgusting.”
He grins wickedly at me; “Says the girl about to go suck ‘Teach’s’ D for a A.”
“Don’t be crude.” I say, wrinkling my face in disgust.
“Oh, you love it.”
I’m gritting my teeth and turning away from him when I realize Chelsea is standing right across the room chatting with some friends of her. I whirl back to Logan; “You need to get out of here!” I hiss.
He shakes his head; “No way, I just got here. Plus I promised some football-player guys out front that I’d take ‘em for a spin in the Maybach later.”
I give him a look; “You drove a four-hundred-thousand dollar car to a college party?” I roll my eyes; “Not a big fan of subtlety, are you?”
I gasp as his hand openly grabs my ass through my skirt, giving me a lingering and firm squeeze that has me shivering; “Nope.” He says, smirking at me.
“Logan!” I hiss, darting my eyes around the crowded room; “Chelsea’s here!”
His hand stays right where it is though, firmly cupping my butt; “Well, you should probably get your ass away from my hand then, Archer.”
I can feel my pulse start to jump as I stand there with Logan’s hand on me. On the one side, part of me is actually so ok with him touching me like that, but the other part of me is glancing wildly around the party just waiting for my sister to walk up to see Logan Dempsey at this party with his hand on my ass and put two and two together.
I start to squirm away from him, but I suddenly gasp as Logan’s other hand comes right around the front of me and cups me right over my pussy.
“Are you fucking for real?!” I hiss at him, squirming against his firm hands holding me in the front and the back right in the middle of this crowded room of strangers. There’s a horrible feeling of arousal actually start to tingle inside of me at his touch.
Thanks, body; who’s fucking side are you on, anyways?
“Quinn, jeez, quit touching me already,” He grins at me, keeping his face a mask of neutral concern as his fingers begin to stroke me through my skirt and my panties, over the crack of my ass and over the front of my sex, making me roll my hips almost unconsciously against him.
“Seriously,” I hiss; “Stop it!”
I’m biting my lip, trying not to actually fucking moan in this crowd of strangers, when I look up and just about jump out of my skin. Chelsea is right in the other room, her back to me, but still only about twenty-five feet away.
“Ok, enough, Logan!”
I can see her saying goodbye to a friend, an I know she’s going to turn and look for me any second now and see me tangled up in the arms - and fingers - of Logan.
But he just shrugs innocently like the cocky prick that he is; “Quinn, I don’t know what you’re-”
“Oh my God, fuck this.” I grab his hands and shove them away from me before I’m pushing my way through the crowd away from him, turning only once to see his eyes glare at me as I slip away. I manage to come up to Chelsea at a different angle, mumbling out something about having an early work meeting before I give her a quick hug and skip out of the party as fast as I can.
It’s not until I’m in a cab that I feel like I’ve been holding my breath, and finally exhale in a sort of pent-up release. And I’m mad at myself, but I can’t actually pinpoint why. Is because I let Logan rile me up and tease me like that?
Or is it that more than anything, I wanted to stay and see where that went, and I’m mad at myself for chickening out and running away like I always do.
But the silence of the back of the cab has no answers, and the neon city roaring past the windows only leaves traces across my eyes.
I’ve barely gotten home when I hear the rough pounding on my front door.
Ignore it; just ignore-
The pounding comes again; as strong, insistent and un-ignorable as the man I know it belongs to.
When he raps on the door a third time, I finally stomp across the loft and yank it open; “Logan, what the fuck do you-”
I moan as the my words are muffled into his lips as he grabs me roughly and kisses me, and I’m suddenly lost. I lean into him before I can stop myself, kissing him back before suddenly reason hits me like a shock of ice water. I shove him back and pull away, gasping as I bring a hand up to run my fingers over my lips, as if feeling for the evidence of our heat.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yell at him, my eyes flashing fire as I shake my head; “You can’t just insert yourself into my life you know! You can’t just waltz in here and-”
“I’ll insert myself wherever I damn well choose.” He growls, before he silences me with another heavy kiss, his hands holding me tightly against him as he slips his tongue between my lips.
It’s even harder than the first time, but I somehow find the strength to push him back again, glaring at him as I shake my head; “No! You fucking animal, you don’t get to just show up whenever you want and do whatever you want with me!”
His jaw tightens as he glares at me, but this time he stays where he is. Of course he’s still barely six inches away from me, and the sheer heat of his proximity is already weakening me even though I’m trying to keep my face hard and my resolve strong. I will not be Logan Dempsey’s little plaything whenever he wants.
His eyes narrow before he shakes his head and turns away.
“Look,” I jab my finger at his back; “I didn’t ask for this whole thing between us in the first-”
He whirls back to me in a flash; “And you think I fucking did?! You think I like the guilt of walking around every fucking day knowing how fucked up what keeps happening between us is?” He whirls again, pacing across my floor as he shakes his head. And there’s something disarming about seeing that conflict on his face; something about the bareness of his words that has me slowing my breath and cooling my temper. I let the pent up breath inside out in a thin stream through my lips as I take a step towards him, trying to soften my face.
He turns quickly, his face dark as he slowly shakes his head at me; “Quinn, stop.”
“Stop what?”
He exhales and looks down; “Just- that. You can’t look at me like that.”
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bsp; I wrinkle my brow at him; “Like what, exactly?”
“Like, that!” The sharpness in his words takes me by surprise, and my breath catches; “Every fucking time, Quinn, you look at me like that and I kiss you, and it has to stop.”
I can feel the temper rising up inside of me again; “Oh fuck you, asshole; I’m hardly twisting your damn arm here!”
“That’s not what I mean, dammit!” He growls, taking a step towards me; “I mean me kissing you has to stop,” He says, his voice deep and even; “Every fucking time this happens, I make the first move, and it’s fucking killing me inside because I know I shouldn’t be, and I know you're the last girl on the fucking planet I should be kissing or thinking about in that way.”
I can feel my heart racing in my ears as I stare into those deep, dark eyes; “So-“
“So that’s it, Quinn. I’m done kissing you.” He looks into my eyes, and I know what he means, and I want to so badly but I just don't know how; I just can’t make myself take that one step it would take.
“Yeah,” He says after five full, hanging seconds, a smirk on his face; “Yeah thats what I thought.” He shakes his head and the voice inside my own is screaming at me. I know I should listen that voice that’s telling me to shut my damn mouth and just let him leave. But I silence that it; pushing that voice aside and burying it deep, and before I know it I’m grabbing Logan’s hand as he turns. Every fibre of my being is telling me not to, and I don’t even know what I’m doing here, but I just go for it.
I take that one step forward, and I kiss him.
Just like he said; I kiss him, and it’s like touching a match to a bomb.
He grabs me tight against his body, and I melt into him as he growls into my kiss. He’s bruising my lips and sending jolts of pain and pleasure through my whole body as his strong hands wrap around me. We’re tumbling back towards the kitchen area, and he’s grinding into my hips and pressing my ass back against the island counter as his lips crash against mine. I’m gasping as his hand slips into my hair, gripping it tightly and pulling it back sharply as his mouth drops to my neck, my collarbone, and then further down to the tops of my breasts. Hands tear at the front of my blouse, actually ripping the buttons off in his hunger to strip me.
He moves his mouth back to my lips, and I’m leaning towards him before he pulls back with a wicked glint in his eyes; “So, are you going to do what I fucking tell you to do now?”
I’m briefly shocked at the roughness and the power in his words before I realize I’m even more shocked at how turned on they have me. I’ve never been spoken to like this, and the fact that he’s so dominant has a fever heat spreading quickly between my legs.
“I don’t know,” I sneer out with a glint of sass in my own eyes; “Maybe.” It’s a flat out dare, and I can see the fire spark in his face.
“Don’t test me, Quinn.”
“Oh yeah?” I toss back, biting my lip and feeling my pulse racing through my veins as I feel the thick hardness in his pants pressing hotly against my thigh; “What are you gonna do, spank me, Logan?”
It’s everything I have not to actually moan as I see the truth writ large in the sharp look that spreads across his face; “Try me.”
My breath comes ragged in my lungs and the thundering heat pulsing through my body is threatening to tear me apart as I raise up my chin, defiantly; “You wouldn’t dare,” I whisper.
I gasp as he suddenly spins me around and bends me over the kitchen counter with a growl as he lifts my skirt up and starts to yank my panties down; “Logan-!“
Smack!
The sudden sting and heat of his palm across my ass has me crying out in shock. His hand lingers on the tingling feeling, teasing the skin there for a second before he draws back and brings it slapping back down across my bare ass again. I cry out again, but this time the thudding of my pulse and the raw desire that floods through my whole body has me melting for him.
Logan Dempsey is spanking me, and as I moan and blush, I realize it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever felt. There’s something insanely arousing about being bent over my kitchen counter like this while a tattooed, cocky, dominant man pulls my panties down and spanks me, and it has me dripping wet for him.
“And now?” He growls out, his voice thick with lust as he leans down to husk the words into my ear. I bite my lip and push back against him, feeling his cock pressing against my bare thigh through his pants.
I shake my head, slowly; “I- I’m not sure.”
Smack!
The sting of his palm against my hot skin has me writhing against him, moaning as I gasp at the contact. I can feel his finger teasing over the heated, reddened and tender skin there before he slides them further, down between my legs. I moan loudly when his fingers find my wetness, slipping easily inside as he begins to rhythmically curl them against that perfect place right inside. He leans over me again, pressing his bulge against my thigh as he slides his other hand into my hair and uses his grip to pull my head up.
“Such, a fucking, tease,” He growls into my ear, and when I feel his thumb brush against my ass, I actually whimper as the throbbing waves of pleasure shuddering through me.
“Who’s- oh God - who’s teasing now?” I gasp out, pushing back against his fingers that have me teetering on the edge of a screaming orgasm while maddeningly and purposely keeping me from actually crashing over.
His fingers curl deep inside of my wetness, his thumb just teasing my ass, and his hand just pulling my hair enough to make me gasp as his teeth graze over the nape of my neck; “You better ask me nicely then, darlin,” He whispers darkly into my ear.
Another whimpering moan drops from my lips, and I find myself caught between not wanting to give him the satisfaction of begging him for it and the sheer need I have bubbling inside of me. He strokes his fingers into me once more, and the last of my will crumbles; “Please,” I breathe out; “Please, Logan!”
I gasp at the sharp sound of his belt hitting the floor, followed by the sound of tearing foil. The delicious anticipation has me clawing at the counter top and biting at my lip, and when I feel his cock press against my opening, it’s like everything pent up inside of me comes flooding out. He chokes out a growl as he enters me, and when he fills me, I let out a cry, tossing my head back and just letting go. We move together like one, him rocking into me as I push back to feel him fill me; thrusting slowly at first, but then faster and faster and harder and harder, until I feel like I might explode. His hands roughly caress my hips, sliding up and over the skin of my back to my hair. He grabs a handful of it as he fucks me, pulling my head back and making my eyes roll back in my head at the pure and raw pleasure that sizzles through me like electric currents. A bowl of oranges on my counter topples crashes to the floor, and as I bite my lip as the wave begins to crest over me. He pulls my head around, and as I stare into his eyes, I go pieces around him. He growls out my name at his own release, his powerful hands clutching my skin hard enough to bruise in delicious wonderful ways, and I cry out as my orgasm tears through me like a hurricane.
“So, what was that new rule you had about not kissing me anymore?” I pant quietly afterwords, standing now and leaning back into him.
I feel his arms circle around me and hold me close; “Fuck the rules.”
After that, it’s like we just say “fuck it” and go wild. After that, it’s basically open season on Quinn and I screwing around any and every chance we get. I even do get to act out the little fantasy I had before of fucking her bent over her desk at work one day, her lips wrapped tightly around my fingers to muffle her screams as she comes like a fucking rocket with me right along with her. Inappropriate touches and lingering looks turn into little squeezes and fondles, even to the point where at one point I’ve got two of my fingers buried deep in her pussy under the table at a power-point presentation, coaxing her to an orgasm that has her scratching her nails across the table-top enamel in the semidarkness of the room.
