Page 54 of Nailing Studs
As the night drew on, I found myself having an awesome time. Logan couldn’t keep his hands off me, and I loved the way he looked at me, like he could have thrown me down over that bar face down and fucked me there and then. Underneath the table, his hands would find their way up my skirt to my inner thighs and tease and torment me, and I’d find ways to do the same to him, sliding my fingers over the growing bulge in his suit trousers. Eventually, we couldn’t take it anymore and he called for the check.
We drove through the night, Logan resting one hand on the inside of my thigh, fingers strong and warm. I was tipsy from all the wine, and so I wanted his hands to move all over me, over my breasts, between my legs. To make my point, I took his hand, traced his fingers, played with his palm, then pressed his fingers against my body. Yes, he was driving, but this was Fosterman, where no other car shared the road for ten mile stretches.
He teased my nipple through my shirt and my knees widened in response. By the time his hand slipped between my legs and felt the wet heat I was giving off, we’d arrived back at my house. Logan and I stepped out of the car, and without a word, he pushed me up against the car and kissed me.
Not a teasing kiss, nothing sweet or romantic. This was a kiss of pure passion and fire, our lips and tongues digging for urges we’d never satisfy through just a kiss. But it was enough to make me even wetter, and I didn’t care that we were outside. The nearest neighbor was down the road, out of sight. With our tongues entangled, his hands moved all over my body, groping my ass, thighs, and covering every bit of skin he could get to around this scrap of a dress.
Finally, he pulled back. I was breathless, the desire igniting into something else entirely within me.
“Logan, let’s go inside. I want you so bad,” I said, panting something fierce. I took his hand to tug him to the house, but he pulled me back.
“Nope.” He pressed me against the car, his hands running up the back of my dress. A thrill of excitement coursed through me when I realized what he was suggesting.
“You’re serious?” I don’t know why I was so surprised. Fucking against a fancy car was exactly the kind of thing I’d have expected Logan to want to do.
“Trust me, no one’s going to come by here. Not at this time of night.”
I held onto him, growing weaker by the second. I should’ve said no, that if the two of us got caught, fucking outside would be the only thing people around this small town would remember about me. And yet, the thought of letting him take me here, right up against this car, was almost too much to handle. I wanted him so badly, I couldn’t say no.
“Fine, but this better be good,” I said, biting my smile.
In the glow of the moonlight, I saw his mischievous grin. Without another word, he turned me around and pushed me up against the slickness of the black car. I splayed my hands to hold myself up, then gasped when I heard him drop to his knees behind me. He pushed my skirt up over my ass, and I squirmed with delight, hardly able to contain myself. My heart was pounding and the fear that we could get caught at any second only made it harder to contain myself. I’d never done anything like this before in my life.
He grabbed my panties and yanked them down over my hips, the cool air making my pussy ache with desire. I assumed he was going to go down on me, but then I felt him plant a kiss on my left ass cheek, followed by my right…
My eyes widened as he pushed my ass-cheeks apart. “Oh, you’re kidding…” I squeaked in surprise.
“Kayla, your ass is too damn fine for me to be kidding.”
I closed my eyes, my brain flooding with arousal at the thought of what he was about to do. “Mmm,” I groaned, wiggling my butt back and forth to let him know that I would be offended if he didn’t continue.
He didn’t need any more telling than that, and I held my breath in anticipation as I felt his tongue flicker along my cheek toward my ass and, finally, his warm mouth over my tight asshole.
“Oh my God,” I gasped as soon as the heat from his mouth hit me there. It was such a new, foreign feeling, but at the same time so damn delicious, I was nearly kicking myself. My eyes flew open and I stared off into the blackness in front of me, heart racing, wondering how close I was to getting caught with a man’s face between my ass cheeks. Anyone could be coming around the corner right now, ready to catch us in the act.
Logan’s tongue probed me playfully and he let out a soft groan, and I realized that I didn’t care. So let us get caught. It’d be worth it to gain the reputation that would come from being seen like this. I’d be able to say that Logan Raider literally kissed my ass.
I almost giggled at the thought, but then he slipped one hand up between my legs and began to stroke my clit in time with the caress of his tongue and the pleasure grew so intense my knees wobbled.
“Holy hell,” I murmured, everything centering around how good that felt.
With his tongue on my ass and his fingers rubbing my clit in slow circles, I was close to orgasm. All the flirting we’d been doing this evening had been foreplay, and now that we were finally at the main event, I was revved up and ready to go. It wouldn’t be long before I came up against this car.
His other hand found the hood of the car, gripping it, sending a creak of metal through the night. He was licking with more purpose now. He was just as excited, if not more, than I was. I could already imagine how it’d feel to have him fuck me instead of having me suck him off while another man fucked me and another man jerked himself while watching.
“Oh,” I gasped as the orgasm hit me. It was the memory of being with the three of them that did it in the end, the physical sensations in me spurred on by the mental images. My body buckled as Logan pushed his tongue into my ass and pressed his fingers against my clit, letting me grind against him until I climaxed.
Fuck, that felt good, a release and a relief all at the same time, something breaking and running across my entire body. His hands felt as though they were all over me as he groped at my thighs and my ass and my waist. He pulled himself back to his feet and ground against me from behind.
“Don’t move. I want to fuck you like this,” he growled, leaning in close to make sure I heard his words.
“Then do it,” I shot back, a challenge and an order all at once.
He let out another deep, throaty noise and I heard him pull down his zipper, then the rip of a condom packet slipped through the air. He had come prepared. I grinned as I wondered if he had ever planned on letting me get back into my house before he fucked me, then I felt his hand come to rest on my hip as he guided his cock toward my pussy. I arched my back to make it easier for him to get inside.
Logan thrust into me in one smooth motion.
I moaned out loud, my sounds filling the night.