Twisted Love by Summer Cooper

11

Logan

“Such a tease.” He muttered as he slid his hands up the back of her smooth thighs to cover her silk-covered ass. He gripped at her flesh tightly, cupping her into his erection, so she could feel just how willing he was to have her right there, in front of anyone that might be watching. “Are you sure you dare?”

“I don’t back down from dares, Logan, you should know that by now.” She answered pertly, her left eyebrow arched in challenge. “And bringing me here? Showing me around? That was about as big a dare as you could throw down.”

Fuck, she nearly undid him every single time she looked at him like that, and she was always, always, looking at him like that.

“But are you sure? There are people strolling around now, watching, waiting to see how brave you are. Are you brave enough, Keily? Can you let these strange men see your breasts, for example?” He cupped her breasts through her dress, rolled them in his palms, but she didn’t look away. “Can you bare them for the other women to see?”

“Is that what you want? To have all these people watching me while you fuck me?” She paused, her lip caught between her teeth for a moment. “Or do you want them to watch you, Logan?”

Logan glanced around, caught the eyes of a redheaded woman with a tantalizing amount of cleavage pressed into an emerald green corset. She leaned against a wall, alone, her right index finger in her cleavage. Logan gave her a brief, almost imperceptible wink before he gave Keily his full attention once again. Let the woman watch, if that’s what got her off. “Oh, it’s not about me at all, Keily. This is your experience. I brought you here for you to have fun. I’m just in the crossfire of whatever you decide. The question remains, though. Are you willing to let these people see your naked body, even your most intimate places, as you fuck me? Because, by the look of it, they will be watching you, Keily.”

“Oh, I think you know the answer to that, honey,” Keily whispered and pushed her breasts into his face with a subtle breath.

“Don’t think you’re going to make me make this decision, sweetheart. It’s all up to you. You say yes, we fuck right here on this couch, with an audience. You say no, we go back to the house and I fuck you in the pool. Either way, I’m fucking you tonight. The choice of where is yours.”

His fingers gripped her ass tighter when she began to kiss him like she was trying to consume his face. He didn’t protest, he just matched the pace of her tongue and rocked up into her heat. When she moaned with delight, he responded with a groan that made her whimper. If he wasn’t kissing her, he’d have grinned. She was trying so hard not to answer, to make him make the decision, but that wasn’t how this worked. Not right now, anyway.

He distracted himself while she ground down on him, needing desperately to calm his libido down. His thoughts turned to the other men in the room. They would all see that it was him, Logan, who had the once-high school cheerleader sitting on his lap, riding the ridge of his cock. Him that had her all but begging him to fuck her. He’d been the kid nobody paid attention to, the bookworm too busy studying for parties and shit like that. He’d had a crush here and there, but nothing he acted on. And there’d been the bullying he tried his best to avoid.

None of those assholes would believe where he was now, or who he had in his lap. None of them would know what it was like to have the full-grown taste of Keily as a wanton needing to be fucked, not like he did. They could watch, they could see it, they might even be able to hear and smell her desire, but they’d never know what it was like to feel her, not until he was done with her. And even then, he doubted any man would fuck her the way he did. He knew exactly how she wanted it, when she wanted it, and what buttons to push, because he’d paid attention, learned, and waited for her to teach him.

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.