Twisted Love by Summer Cooper

14

Logan

“Fuck me.” He muttered a week after he’d spilled his guts to her. She was a picture of summer seduction as she came out the door dressed in a knee-skimming cherry red peasant dress that fell subtly off of her shoulders, a pair of matching red heels on her feet. There was even a thin, patent red leather belt around her waist.

Red. The color of passion, ardor, love, and most of all…lust. And how he lusted for her.

The heels weren’t a color he’d have chosen, not from any of the choices he’d seen online so far, but on her? They were perfect, as was the dress.

“Wow.” He said as she let herself into the car and slid down into the passenger seat.

“You like it? Rosa got it for me.” Keily smiled her wide, pageant-winning smile at him, ready for a night out with one of his clients.

He knew she hated the dinner meetings, but she was a good sport and played along.

“Yeah, I love it. And you’re getting a tan, too.” He waited until she had her seat belt on then pulled the car out of the driveway.

“Thanks, all that time spent around the pool during the day reading, and in the evenings with Rosa.” She took a deep breath, looked around, and turned to him. “Where are we going?”

“Some place that makes buffalo wings the client likes. Willy’s Wild and Wily Wings.” Logan paused to shudder. “Not a place I’d choose, but that’s where he wanted to go.”

“Probably to stare at the girls. It’s not Hooters, but it might as well be.” Keily laughed and put her arm on his right thigh. “It’s not bad, at least the buffalo wings do actually taste good there.”

“I guess.”

They’d been sitting at the restaurant for fifteen minutes, had already gone through two glasses of iced tea, and were getting annoyed by the time the client called Logan.

“Hey, buddy, listen, I got a family crisis I have to deal with. Can we meet up tomorrow?” The client, a man named Jim, asked and Logan had to pull the phone away as a woman screamed in the background. Something about two-timing man-whore and then the sound of glass shattering.

“Uh yeah, you deal with your crisis, Jim, and we’ll get in touch when you’re ready to talk.”

“Thanks, man. Gotta go. Bye.”

“Cancelled, has he?” Keily asked, sipping her tea innocently. But the way her lips wrapped around that straw wasn’t innocent at all.

“Not a totally bad thing, I have to say.” Logan moved around in the bench seat, trying to ease the pressure of his pants over the erection that had sprung to life as he watched her full lips sipping sweet tea.

“No?” A flirty eyebrow crooked over her eye and she got that look on her face again. That one that dared him to do things he knew better than to do. “Want to eat here?”

“Yeah, I saw a burger on the menu that’ll do. Then we’re going home.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She answered, moving closer to slide her hand over his leg before she gently cupped his balls. “The getting home part, that is.”

“We could always leave, order something…at home.” He really wanted her to take him up on the offer, especially when her thumb grazed over his cock beneath the table, her other fingers still cupping his balls.

“Sounds like a great idea to me.” Before he could reply her hand was gone, she grabbed her bag and stalked over to the register to pay their bill. It was only for a few drinks, so he didn’t protest.

Besides, the impression of her hand on him so intimately made it a little hard to stand up. He took a deep breath, waited while she paid, then stood up to leave with her.

“Maybe we should have stayed there. Ever since that night at the club, I’ve thought about all the things we could do in public, without getting caught that is.” She leaned over towards him but didn’t touch him. “I know I’ve said it a thousand times since then, but I loved that. Knowing anyone could see us, that people were watching us.”

She’d told him about that couple that sat on the opposite side of the room, facing them instead of the little ‘rooms’ set up in the sex club that night, when they first arrived back at the house and when he’d woken her up to fuck her again. Apparently, the woman of the couple bent down to give the guy head while he watched Keily fuck Logan. And she’d loved knowing the guy wanted her, that he hadn’t taken his eyes off of her while his woman had sucked him dry.

“There’s nowhere around here like that. I can take you back to LA next week, maybe, if you want to do it again.” He offered but knew she wanted something now. That thrill of being out in the open, of anyone being able to watch them.

An idea formed, one that had him turning faster than he should have to take the road to his house. There weren’t many cars that came up that way, and they’d have privacy. He slowed the car to a stop before he got to the house. “Get out.”

“Oh my.” She said but didn’t complain.

“Get in the back seat, lie down with your feet on the running boards.” He told her, an order more than a request. “But take your panties off first.”

Blood was already throbbing through his veins, urging him to get inside of her as quickly as possible, but he wanted this to be good. He watched her quickly pull her panties off and toss them on a floorboard before she did as he asked. He walked over and noticed his knees would be on the gravel path if he knelt down now. “Scoot back a little.”

Keily let her legs fall open as she did as he asked, ready to take what he wanted to give. He didn’t say anything, just positioned himself the best he could and moved to position his face exactly where he wanted it, over her glistening folds. She was excited already, ready for his touch. “Tell me what you want, Keily. Tell me and I’ll make it happen.”

He would too, he’d give her just about anything, within reason.

“I want to be watched again. I want that so much.” She panted even though he’d already slid his tongue into her folds and up to the spot that should make her speechless. He didn’t mind. It was her fantasy; he’d let her tell it however she wanted to. Even if that meant she’d end up breathless and panting. That was, of course, his goal.

A quick glance up showed him that her face was flushed and she had the heel of her left hand pressed against her eyes, to block the world out as she relived that moment she couldn’t seem to forget. He knew she really loved watching the woman with the group of men. He knew it was something she’d probably explore in her mind, but she wouldn’t speak about it again, not unless it was in front of them.

The man watching her though, that had set her off too. She’d told him more about the guy the next day, as he fucked her in the pool. She’d whispered about the stranger until she came harder around him than he’d ever felt her come before. He had a feeling that was about to happen again.

He distracted himself with thoughts of how Joe had repressed her sexuality for all the years they were married. Okay, he didn’t want to admit to himself, or anyone else, that they were in a relationship, but he wanted her to explore what got her off, what aroused her, and what made her feel like a woman. He wouldn’t share her with anyone, not even another woman, but the rest…exhibitionism, voyeurism, that he could explore with her.

He’d just ignore that whole question of why he didn’t want to share her, he decided as she plunged a hand into his hair and started to grind against his face. She was almost there. Her words now were mere rambles of things she remembered, things she wanted, and he tried to pay attention but he couldn’t, not when she tasted so good and uttered those small cries that made his cock rock hard.

He wanted to just push his pants down and plunge inside of her, but he had to wait, he had to take his time. Let her have her fun. And she did with a loud groan, just as her back bowed and her thighs clamped around his ears. He continued to tease her clit until she pushed at his head, too sensitive for his touch now. The second she did that he pulled away and pulled her out of the car.

“Come here.” He mumbled and bent her over the hood of the car, her ass bare as he pushed the skirt of her dress up over her back. She didn’t complain or protest, she just took a stance that would allow him to get inside of her and not fall over.

Even the skin on her bottom was tanned, with no lines, so she must be breaking some rules when she was alone in the apartment complex during the day. He liked it and stroked his hands over the silky skin and around to her hips as he lined up with her entrance. They both sighed when he sank into her without any resistance.

“Anybody could see us here, Keily. Anybody could come up the road. They could even be watching you right now, ready to slide into you just like I’m doing. Wishing they fucking could, but they can’t because you’re mine.” It was the only time he’d admit it, the only time he’d say it, really. But she didn’t complain, she never did.

“I don’t want anyone but you, Logan.” She answered, her breath halting as he plunged into her slowly but deeply every time. “I only want you.”

It was the one and only time she’d ever say those words to him, when they were fucking, and he knew she meant them. She’d said them before, as she came, when she wanted him to let her get off at last after teasing her for far too long, pushed to the edge, but now? She said them freely and without him pressing her.

Did that mean she meant them?

For a while, he’d been toying with the idea of breaking it off with her. He’d told himself a thousand times to let her go, to find someone else to slake his lust with. Women were freely available to good-looking men with big dicks and bigger bank accounts. He could crush her, at last, as he’d planned all those months ago when he’d hired her to be his personal assistant.

He’d wanted to crush her back then, to see that fiery confidence die and wither into shame and disgrace. But…it might be too late. He’d forgotten that plan for a little while.

It was getting harder to think those ideas now, the more he learned about her, the longer he stroked into her. He never wanted to be anywhere but inside of her, whether that be in her mouth or any other place she chose to let him enter. He simply loved being in her.

“Come here, Keily.” He ground out and pulled her up. He didn’t care if it dented the hood of his car, he wanted to look into the gray eyes he couldn’t forget while he fucked her. She obligingly hopped onto the hood and pulled him into her. “Fuck…”

It was a sigh of pleasure as he slid back into her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he really needed to stop fucking her without protection, and he never did when they were at her apartment, but then there were these unplanned moments that were risky, but so worth it.

“What’s your fantasy, Logan?” She looked up at him, that tease in her eyes again, gray and clear. “Fucking me on your car? Fucking me with an audience?”

She was closer to the truth than she knew, but he shook his head. “Just fucking you, Keily, that’s all I care about.”

“Good thing you get to do that whenever you want then, isn’t it?” She moved her hips in time with his, grasped at him until she had a grip on his biceps. She liked clenching things, him especially.

“It is, Keily, it definitely is.” He could only grunt now as sweat dripped down his back from his exertions in the heat. He wanted her to come again, but he was losing his grip on his control.

She did that to him, left him totally exposed, even if she didn’t know it. Wanting more of her, unable to walk away. That had been the plan, but he hadn’t counted on actually liking her, coming to admire her. He hadn’t counted on just how amazing Keily really was, once you got to know her.

And she hadn’t exactly had an easy life, although he’d assumed she had. Cheerleaders always smiled when he was in high school and he’d assumed that meant they were always happy. She’d told him that was an illusion and he’d believed her simply by the cold look on her face.

But now he didn’t care about any of that. Not when she pulled the top of her dress down to bare her breasts to him, not when she squeezed him, drawing him deeper inside her walls. All he could do was hold on as she took him for the ride of his life and hope that later, sometime much later, he could get back to his plan. Maybe.