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Title: The Shocker (1/?)
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Wrath of Con
Summary: I got nothing... Smut. Pure and simple. Maybe some plot later on.
A/N: firefly2000 requested this.
Logan watched as she crossed the room. He wasn’t the only one, though. She was the only girl there and she looked like she had just sprung up from the pages of manga - all short skirt, tight shirt, knee highs and curves. If her hair were blue or green, he would have sworn she was fictional.
He licked his lips as his eyes roamed her body up and down, taking in every inch of revealed skin and visualizing whatever was underneath the scarce clothing. He had yet to see her face, but he was sure that from the curve of her breasts and ass that she had to be fairly decent looking. He could always close his eyes while he was fucking her anyway, so it’s not like it mattered. All he had to do was lie in wait for his opportunity. No one said ‘no’ to him. He’d walk up with a perfectly placed smirk and a catchy pick up line and she’d be in his backseat in minutes.
So, he waited. Watching her intently, he bit his lip when she jumped up from the couch and her breasts bounced gently in her crisp, white shirt. Her voice registered vaguely in the back of his mind, but he really didn’t care - unless she was screaming his name in ecstasy. He was too focused on the slight lift her skirt did as she settled herself back in between two horrendous looking geeks. She could do so much better. Like me. And she will be, in about… ten minutes. Logan checked his watch and smiled. He was going to give it ten more minutes before he approached her and let her know what she was missing.
His plans changed quickly, though, as she stood and made her way to the counter. Standing, Logan followed her path and stopped behind her. A lazy smile crept along his mouth as he watched her lean over the desk, sending her skirt riding further up her delicious thighs. Note to self: Make sure to thoroughly lick up her legs. They look tasty. Abruptly, she stood and turned to leave. There was no way he was going to let her go without knowing the pleasure of Logan Echolls.
“Hey,” he called out to her retreating form. Oh, that’s a brilliant line. Why not just admit you’re desperate?
The girl froze for a moment but didn’t turn around. He stepped closer and she rushed out the door.
Okay, what was her damage? This was NOT the normal reaction he got from girls. He was shocked when his legs propelled him out to the parking lot after her.
“Hey,” he called out again when they were out in the lot. “I’m talking to you”.
The girl stopped abruptly and turned slowly toward him, her mouth set in a grim line. “Logan?”
That was not what he was expecting. Way to go, dumbass. Get incredibly dirty thoughts of the one and only girl you shouldn’t be getting dirty thoughts about. However, the only thing to come out of his mouth was, “Veronica?”
She quickly began muttering to herself. “Great! Just great. I’ll never hear the end of this. Goddamit!” She pressed her palm to her forehead and rubbed at it furiously. Finally, she dropped her hand and spoke to him. “Look, I don’t have time for our lovely little game of name calling so why don’t you wait until school so that you have an audience.” And with that, she turned on her heel and walked swiftly away from him.
Logan stood in shock for a few moments, staring after her. He quickly made a decision and bolted. “Veronica! Wait!” Logan caught up to her just as she was opening her car door.
She looked up at him, her face broadcasting her anger. “What do you want, Logan?” Her voice was sharp and curt. She tugged off her black wig and threw it into the passenger side. She ran her hands briskly through her hair as she waited for his response.
Logan immediately tensed. This was harder than he planned, much like the pain in his pants. But he’d already gone this far. He wasn’t going to go home and service himself with the image of Veronica Mars in full on harajuku. No, he was going to have the real thing.
“So, what’s with the get-up? Decided to come out and do all the geeks of the world a favor and bang ‘em in the bathroom?” He attempted smooth, but it came out flat.
Her eyes immediately narrowed on him. “Sorry you have to share them?” She asked sweetly then waved her hand in front of her face. “Never mind. You can think what you want. I don’t care. I’ve got better things to do than swap insults with you.”
He couldn’t help but watch her mouth intently as she spoke sharply to him. He only knew what she said by the way her lips curved around each letter of each word. When she finished he drew his eyes up to meet hers. He could see her hard eyes trying to read what was going on between the deep brown recesses of his own. He took a step forward, trapping her between the car and his body. She had nowhere to go.
“What are you doing?” Her voice raised slightly in panic.
“Relax,” he said thickly as he stepped closer, nearly touching her, and placed his hands on either side of her on the hood of car. Instead of relaxing, however, her body went rigid. She tried to press herself into the car to increase the space between their bodies, but there was no more room. Logan cocked his head to the side and leaned in to close the gap between them, pushing his body flush with hers.
Veronica grappled to regain control. Her hands immediately went to his chest and pushed. “Have you never heard of personal space? Or respecting it?”
He bent his head down to her ear and smirked. “You sure you don’t want me in your personal space?” He whispered into her ear, his voice heady and intoxicating. “Because right now it feels pretty good to be in your personal space.” He pressed himself against her even more. A few more well placed compliments and she would be in his back seat in a matter of minutes.
“Logan, what are you doing?” Her voice wasn’t thick or lusty. It was flat, almost mocking. He wasn’t expecting that. He pulled back to look at her face. She was staring up at him, eyes questioning and accusing at the same time. “What are you doing?” She repeated herself as he read her features.
He was taken aback. She wasn’t falling for it. Of course she wasn’t, you ass. She’d seen it first hand long ago. He needed to change tactics. If this is what he wanted he needed to figure out what he was doing himself.
“I saw you -, “ he began stuttering as he wracked his brain for what exactly he wanted to say. No smooth come on lines were going to work here. No carefully placed hands or suggestive glances were going to help him get what he needed. Honesty was the only thing that was going to work now. “You looked hot.” That’s it. That’s all he could muster. God, you suck, Echolls.
“So, you felt the need to accost me in the parking lot,” Veronica questioned him incredulously. She continued watching him, waiting for him to continue his explanation.
“You looked hot and I wanted to know what it would feel like,” he responded, gaining some of his cleverness back.
“Oh?” She asked in a saccharine sweet tone. “What what would feel like? My taser in your very special boy parts?”
He couldn’t help it, he had to laugh. It caught her slightly off guard, but she quickly recovered. He moved his lips back to her ear. “No. What you would feel like wrapped around me.” He let his tongue drag down her ear and nip lightly, sending goose bumps down her arms.
“Oh.” That’s all she could muster in response. She stood, rooted to the spot, pinned between Logan and the car.
“Oh?” He teased. “That's all you can say to such a forward invitation? Nothing else you want to say?”
“Like what?” Her voice came out ragged and heavy.
“Like ‘yes’, or ‘yes, please’ if you’re polite. A simple ‘fuck me, Logan’ would even do.” He could feel the chill go down her spine when he enunciated the word ‘fuck.’ Oh, she really wasn’t used to this. That’s even hotter.
She swallowed hard and closed her eyes as she tried to regain control of the situation. He knew it was useless, though. She was nearly gone. Not much could bring her back. Suddenly, though, she was shaking. Dammit! Is she laughing? She was laughing so hard she clung to him for support.
“What’s so funny?” He worked in calculated coolness to cover his irritation. Don’t lose it now or you’ll never get it.
She sucked in a large breath in between laughter. “Did you just say what I think you said?” She gasped again and broke into a new fit of giggles. The only thing keeping her upright was his body pressing into her.
Her laughter was getting to him and he was losing his ability to control himself. “Are you saying you don’t want to? I mean, with an outfit like that you’re practically begging for it,” he sneered.
She instantly sobered. “Okay, that’s enough. I’d love to say it’s been fun, but it hasn’t. So, thanks for the reality check. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really need to go.” She tried to move, but his body would not give way to the pressure of her hands.
“Maybe if you try a little farther south you’ll get a better reaction,” he suggested seductively. He wasn’t going to give up that easily. He was nothing if not stubborn.
Her eyebrows instinctively rose at his words. However, not to be deterred, she accepted the challenge, her eyes flashing dangerously. And that would be the right button. Her hands slowly caressed down his chest as her steely eyes stared directly into his, as if daring him to stop her. She reached the hem of his shirt and pushed her fingers underneath, running them along the waistband of his pants delicately, teasing the skin. His breath hitched slightly as she dipped the tips of her fingers along his hips. Who knew this would feel so fucking good? He was starting to lose control of himself and he needed to rectify that immediately. He swiftly grabbed her wrists and moved her hands away as he leaned down and captured her mouth in a rough kiss.
His mouth descending on hers caught her off guard and she smacked her head on the roof of the car trying to move out of the way. “Logan? What are you doing?” She questioned, muffled by his mouth on hers.
Instead of stopping, though, he seized the opportunity to invade her mouth with his tongue. He could feel her relax into the kiss, but not yet fully participating.
He pulled away and moved to her neck, kissing and licking his way up to her ear. “What do you think, Mars? I want to fuck you six ways to Sunday. This is called making the first move.” He licked along the edge of her ear and heard her gasp. “Just go with the flow and I swear you’ll enjoy it.” He grinned evilly into her neck and pressed a kiss to the exposed flesh. This is going to be good.
The sound of a door slamming broke him from his thoughts. He raised his head from the crook of her neck and glanced around. Two of the nerds from GameLand had come out of the building and were headed their way. Logan thought fast and tugged on Veronica’s wrists, still clutched in his hands, pulling her out of her trance. Her eyes blinked several times as she tried to focus her eyes.
“C’mon,” Logan muttered to her. “More privacy.” He flashed a knowing grin, causing her to open her mouth in protest. He quickly scolded her with a look. “Go with the flow,” he reminded.
He steered them to his car, parked in the back of the lot. He checked their surroundings quickly and then opened the back door. Hastily, he threw up the seat cushions and threw down the backs of the seats, exposing the trunk. Thank God for fold down seats. He pushed her forward and admired the shortness of the skirt from behind as she crawled into the car. As soon as she was far enough in he climbed in behind her, slamming the door shut behind him.
He pounced on her as soon as he locked the doors and began assaulting her mouth while carefully pushing her onto her back. Her hands clutched at his outer shirt as she pulled his body onto hers, deepening the kiss. One of his hands tangled in her hair as he placed hot, sticky kisses over her mouth, nipping at her kiss-swollen lips. His other hand traveled slowly from her ankle up her calf, moving up to caress her thigh under her skirt, finally taking rest on the curve of her hips, gently stroking the skin along her panties. Who would have figured Mars for skimpy underwear? He pressed kisses along her jaw to her neck and down the column of her throat to the top button of her shirt. This is going to be a problem. He raised his head, slightly, to assess the situation and made a snap decision, moving his hands into position.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was heavy and breathy as she noticed the placement of his hands - one on either side of the shirt’s closure.
“What does it look like?” He wasn’t in the mood to start explaining everything to her.
She came out of her fog and grabbed his wrists tightly. “No, you can’t. Are you nuts? I have to get out of this car and I can’t walk out without a shirt!”
He shook his head at her and bent his head back down to her, kissing her strongly. “Veronica, when are you going to learn? Go with the flow.” He sat back up and gripped the cloth tighter in his fists. “Besides,” he grinned, “I’ll just give you mine.” His eyes flashed mischievously and a playful smile curled along his mouth as he wretched his hands apart, taking the fabric from each side of the shirt with him, sending buttons flying and bouncing around the confined space.
He quickly moved to cover the newly exposed flesh with his mouth, dragging his tongue along her collarbone to the center of her chest, gently biting the skin along the way. He reached the delicate fabric of her bra and ran his fingers carefully over the flimsy material, eliciting an immediate response from her body. Her chest arched to his touch as he slid the silk out of the way and caressed the sensitive skin beneath. His fingers traced along the outside of her nipple, pinching a little to make her gasp.
He replaced his fingers with his mouth and flicked his tongue over the hard flesh, causing a small moan to erupt low in her throat. Finally, he covered her breast with his mouth and sucked gently. Her hands went straight to knit themselves in his hair, pulling his face closer and burying it in her breasts. Then he pulled away and moved to her other breast to repeat the process, each movement enticing her farther.
She continued moaning softly and tugging on his hair as he worked over her chest. “If you keep that up this won’t last very long,” he warned her as he readjusted himself in his pants. Her only response was to pull him in for a brutal kiss. When the need for air consumed him he pulled away. “Now, now, we’re not done having fun yet.”
He slithered down her body and placed a chaste kiss on her ankle before hoisting her leg onto his shoulder. He could now see perfectly down her skirt and oh, how sweet it was. He ran his hands down her calves to the edge of her white knee socks and brushed his fingers along the hem. He carefully slid the stocking down and pulled it off, along with her shoe, tossing the articles behind them. He vaguely heard the shoe hit the back of the truck, but he really didn’t care. Not when he had something so good to look at instead.
He turned and kissed his way up her leg, to her thigh, all the while watching her reactions streak across her face. He reached her knee and proceeded to drag his tongue up the inside of her thigh, taking small bits of skin between his teeth as he worked his way to her center. Once he reached the hem of her skirt he stopped and turned his attention to the other leg, removing her shoe and stocking and kissing his way up her leg as he had done with the first one. This time, though, when he reached the edge of her skirt he pushed the scratchy fabric up, continuing his path.
Her breathing had become more and more irregular and she seemed to be having trouble controlling it. And I haven’t even begun. He caught his lower lip between his teeth as he gripped the edge of her flimsy panties and slowly pulled them down, Veronica arching her hips to allow him to remove the clothing. Before she could even take a breath, his hands were back on her, gently pushing her legs apart as they slid up her thighs. As he neared her center he leaned down, pressing a messy kiss to her lips. When their mouths separated, he pulled back and stared at her intently for a moment before running a finger between her folds and plunging into her wetness.
Her eyes clamped shut and her head dropped back as he slowly stroked out of her, only to thrust his finger back in, deeply. She’s so tight she’s going to make me cum without even getting my cock in there. He continued watching her reaction to each movement of his digit, relishing the gasps and moans coming from her moistened mouth. Every so often she would lick her mouth and capture her lower lip between her teeth in an attempt to stifle an escaping sound. I think that’s a challenge. He smirked deviously as he pushed a second finger into her.
Almost automatically, she moaned loudly and put her hand to her mouth, covering the noise from anyone passing the vehicle. Her hips ground against his hand as he continued to stroke her at a quickening pace. She was nearing climax and he knew what would push her over the edge. He was well schooled by Lilly in the art of pleasing a woman and he found it somewhat ironic that he was using those skills to ravage her best friend. But really, who cared when there was a writhing, half-naked girl waiting for his final touch? Not him, that’s for sure.
He had to be careful. She was like a fawn in a clearing, one wrong move and she would make a mad dash for cover and leave him with a raging hard on. He bent his head back down and covered her mouth with his, as he did so he extended the last finger on his hand and thrust it into her second opening. Her eyes shot open and her arms pushed at his chest, however he would not be deterred. Using his body to hold her down, he continued his fast paced stroking. After a few thrusts of his hand, her panicked noises changed to raspy groans as she fisted his shirt tightly. He moved his mouth down to her breasts and began nipping and biting at her hardened nipples. Her arms wrapped around to his back and she raked her nails down his back roughly as she neared the edge.
“Fuck,” he growled against her chest as her body reacted to his touch.
“Jesus Christ, yes,” she screamed, coming all over his hand and clutching him tightly to her body. He worked her down as he kissed her slowly, massaging her mouth gently. “Holy fuck,” she breathed when he released her mouth.
“In a minute, yeah,” he grinned.
Panting heavily, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head. She crouched on her knees and grabbed his belt buckle roughly, grinning wickedly. She quickly unfastened the belt and flicked open the button of his jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly, teasing him. Pushing him down onto the floor, she began sliding his pants down his legs, kissing down his chest. Once the garment was tossed to the wayside she crawled up his prone form. She swiped her tongue across his lips and turned her attention to his neck. She carefully nibbled the edge of his ear before licking down the column of this throat, drawing a moan from low in his throat.
He ran his fingers across her exposed stomach and reached around and gripped her hips tightly, pulling her body to his. He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back and wagged her finger at him. She moved down his body, dragging her tongue down the center of his chest, leaving a sticky trail of saliva in its wake. He didn’t care, though, as his head lolled back and a hand absently reached out to her hair.
When she reached her destination, she flicked her tongue up the length of his shaft, making him growl roughly at her tease. She looked up at him and smiled seductively before taking his hardened length into her mouth. He gasped at the sudden moisture wrapped around him and pushed her head back down as she attempted to ascend. Taking his cue, she lowered her mouth again and began sucking gently. “Fuck, Veronica,” he breathed out lowly as she stroked him with her mouth. He could feel himself on the edge and knew he wouldn’t last long if she kept her pace.
He grabbed her shoulders roughly and pulled her up, shoving her onto her back. Pining her hands above her head, he pressed his mouth to her lips and kissed her hard and messy. With his free hand he groped around for his pants and pulled his wallet from the back pocket. Apparently, she was aware enough to realize what he was doing and freed one of her hands, grabbing the wallet and dug into it without breaking the kiss. She pulled the foil pack from one of the pockets triumphantly and extended it to him between two fingers. He grinned against her mouth as he took it and positioned himself between her legs. He quickly tore open the packet and rolled the condom over his erection. He held her arms again with one hand and guided himself into her opening.
She hissed sharply as he pressed into her. She’s so fucking tight. This is going to take a lot of willpower. He waited a moment as her body adjusted to the newest addition. Once he felt her settle he slowly stroked out, causing her to moan loudly. She attempted to move her hands to wrap around him, but he maintained his hold on her. Just as he had nearly pulled all the way out he thrust back into her. A pleased scream erupted from her mouth, which he covered swiftly with his lips. Can’t have you drawing attention to us. He continued stroking in and out of her rhythmically and she made soft noises into his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist, gripping his hips tightly and pulled him deeper.
“Oh, God, yes,” he groaned as he felt her tightening around him. He began to slide in and out of her more quickly causing her back to arch off the floor and her mouth to separate from his. He obligingly relinquished her mouth and rested his head in the curve of her shoulder, licking along the length of skin. Her pleasurable groans began coming more incessantly, almost begging him to push her over the top. Not yet. He, suddenly, slowed his pace, inciting a whimper from her.
“That’s mean,” she pouted breathily. He raised his head to look at her and smirked. He thrust into her hard. “Fuck!” She gasped and her head fell back roughly, banging against the floor.
“No one ever said I was nice,” he panted and stroked hard, again.
“Logan,” she moaned loudly. “Oh, God, Logan.”
“Fuck, I love when you say my name, Veronica.” He began pounding into her faster, causing the car to shake slightly from the momentum. Her breathing came out strangled when orgasm seized her body, clamping down on Logan’s buried cock. “Shit, Veronica,” he breathed out, feeling her pulsating around him. He managed a few more strokes before he erupted inside of her and his head fell back onto her shoulder. “Jesus, Veronica,” he whispered into her ear as his body thumped from his accelerated heartbeat.
He gasped mouthfuls of air and released his grip, relaxing against her body. Her arms wrapped around his body and held him tightly as she worked to control her breathing. Slowly, their panting evened out and their inhales and exhales began to sync, as well as their heartbeats. He kissed her shoulder and pulled himself onto his arms and rolled onto his back, staring at the roof of the car. I just fucked Veronica Mars… and it was great. He smiled quietly and then pulled his jeans out from under him. Tugging them on, he turned to watch Veronica, gathering her composure and clothing as well.
“Well, thanks for that,” she said as she straightened out her skirt. She reached over his body and grabbed his shirt. “And thanks for this.” She motioned to the button-up as she pulled it on. It was entirely too big for her small body. Fucking sexy. She pulled her shoes back on hastily and opened the car door. She checked herself and straightened her hair before turning back to him. “Maybe we’ll do this again sometime,” she smirked.
He grinned widely. “Say… in an hour at my place?”
She smiled slyly and licked her lips before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “Make it two and you have yourself a deal.”
“I’ll need my shirt back,” he reminded her as he propped himself on his elbow.
“And I’ll need my underwear back. I guess we’ll just have to trade later.” She arched her eyebrows at him suggestively and a satisfied grin crept up her face. She gave a little wave and then shut the door to the car. Logan rolled onto his back and let out a breath. I could definitely get used to that.
Title: The Shocker (1/?)
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Wrath of Con
Summary: I got nothing... Smut. Pure and simple. Maybe some plot later on.
A/N: firefly2000 requested this.
Logan watched as she crossed the room. He wasn’t the only one, though. She was the only girl there and she looked like she had just sprung up from the pages of manga - all short skirt, tight shirt, knee highs and curves. If her hair were blue or green, he would have sworn she was fictional.
He licked his lips as his eyes roamed her body up and down, taking in every inch of revealed skin and visualizing whatever was underneath the scarce clothing. He had yet to see her face, but he was sure that from the curve of her breasts and ass that she had to be fairly decent looking. He could always close his eyes while he was fucking her anyway, so it’s not like it mattered. All he had to do was lie in wait for his opportunity. No one said ‘no’ to him. He’d walk up with a perfectly placed smirk and a catchy pick up line and she’d be in his backseat in minutes.
So, he waited. Watching her intently, he bit his lip when she jumped up from the couch and her breasts bounced gently in her crisp, white shirt. Her voice registered vaguely in the back of his mind, but he really didn’t care - unless she was screaming his name in ecstasy. He was too focused on the slight lift her skirt did as she settled herself back in between two horrendous looking geeks. She could do so much better. Like me. And she will be, in about… ten minutes. Logan checked his watch and smiled. He was going to give it ten more minutes before he approached her and let her know what she was missing.
His plans changed quickly, though, as she stood and made her way to the counter. Standing, Logan followed her path and stopped behind her. A lazy smile crept along his mouth as he watched her lean over the desk, sending her skirt riding further up her delicious thighs. Note to self: Make sure to thoroughly lick up her legs. They look tasty. Abruptly, she stood and turned to leave. There was no way he was going to let her go without knowing the pleasure of Logan Echolls.
“Hey,” he called out to her retreating form. Oh, that’s a brilliant line. Why not just admit you’re desperate?
The girl froze for a moment but didn’t turn around. He stepped closer and she rushed out the door.
Okay, what was her damage? This was NOT the normal reaction he got from girls. He was shocked when his legs propelled him out to the parking lot after her.
“Hey,” he called out again when they were out in the lot. “I’m talking to you”.
The girl stopped abruptly and turned slowly toward him, her mouth set in a grim line. “Logan?”
That was not what he was expecting. Way to go, dumbass. Get incredibly dirty thoughts of the one and only girl you shouldn’t be getting dirty thoughts about. However, the only thing to come out of his mouth was, “Veronica?”
She quickly began muttering to herself. “Great! Just great. I’ll never hear the end of this. Goddamit!” She pressed her palm to her forehead and rubbed at it furiously. Finally, she dropped her hand and spoke to him. “Look, I don’t have time for our lovely little game of name calling so why don’t you wait until school so that you have an audience.” And with that, she turned on her heel and walked swiftly away from him.
Logan stood in shock for a few moments, staring after her. He quickly made a decision and bolted. “Veronica! Wait!” Logan caught up to her just as she was opening her car door.
She looked up at him, her face broadcasting her anger. “What do you want, Logan?” Her voice was sharp and curt. She tugged off her black wig and threw it into the passenger side. She ran her hands briskly through her hair as she waited for his response.
Logan immediately tensed. This was harder than he planned, much like the pain in his pants. But he’d already gone this far. He wasn’t going to go home and service himself with the image of Veronica Mars in full on harajuku. No, he was going to have the real thing.
“So, what’s with the get-up? Decided to come out and do all the geeks of the world a favor and bang ‘em in the bathroom?” He attempted smooth, but it came out flat.
Her eyes immediately narrowed on him. “Sorry you have to share them?” She asked sweetly then waved her hand in front of her face. “Never mind. You can think what you want. I don’t care. I’ve got better things to do than swap insults with you.”
He couldn’t help but watch her mouth intently as she spoke sharply to him. He only knew what she said by the way her lips curved around each letter of each word. When she finished he drew his eyes up to meet hers. He could see her hard eyes trying to read what was going on between the deep brown recesses of his own. He took a step forward, trapping her between the car and his body. She had nowhere to go.
“What are you doing?” Her voice raised slightly in panic.
“Relax,” he said thickly as he stepped closer, nearly touching her, and placed his hands on either side of her on the hood of car. Instead of relaxing, however, her body went rigid. She tried to press herself into the car to increase the space between their bodies, but there was no more room. Logan cocked his head to the side and leaned in to close the gap between them, pushing his body flush with hers.
Veronica grappled to regain control. Her hands immediately went to his chest and pushed. “Have you never heard of personal space? Or respecting it?”
He bent his head down to her ear and smirked. “You sure you don’t want me in your personal space?” He whispered into her ear, his voice heady and intoxicating. “Because right now it feels pretty good to be in your personal space.” He pressed himself against her even more. A few more well placed compliments and she would be in his back seat in a matter of minutes.
“Logan, what are you doing?” Her voice wasn’t thick or lusty. It was flat, almost mocking. He wasn’t expecting that. He pulled back to look at her face. She was staring up at him, eyes questioning and accusing at the same time. “What are you doing?” She repeated herself as he read her features.
He was taken aback. She wasn’t falling for it. Of course she wasn’t, you ass. She’d seen it first hand long ago. He needed to change tactics. If this is what he wanted he needed to figure out what he was doing himself.
“I saw you -, “ he began stuttering as he wracked his brain for what exactly he wanted to say. No smooth come on lines were going to work here. No carefully placed hands or suggestive glances were going to help him get what he needed. Honesty was the only thing that was going to work now. “You looked hot.” That’s it. That’s all he could muster. God, you suck, Echolls.
“So, you felt the need to accost me in the parking lot,” Veronica questioned him incredulously. She continued watching him, waiting for him to continue his explanation.
“You looked hot and I wanted to know what it would feel like,” he responded, gaining some of his cleverness back.
“Oh?” She asked in a saccharine sweet tone. “What what would feel like? My taser in your very special boy parts?”
He couldn’t help it, he had to laugh. It caught her slightly off guard, but she quickly recovered. He moved his lips back to her ear. “No. What you would feel like wrapped around me.” He let his tongue drag down her ear and nip lightly, sending goose bumps down her arms.
“Oh.” That’s all she could muster in response. She stood, rooted to the spot, pinned between Logan and the car.
“Oh?” He teased. “That's all you can say to such a forward invitation? Nothing else you want to say?”
“Like what?” Her voice came out ragged and heavy.
“Like ‘yes’, or ‘yes, please’ if you’re polite. A simple ‘fuck me, Logan’ would even do.” He could feel the chill go down her spine when he enunciated the word ‘fuck.’ Oh, she really wasn’t used to this. That’s even hotter.
She swallowed hard and closed her eyes as she tried to regain control of the situation. He knew it was useless, though. She was nearly gone. Not much could bring her back. Suddenly, though, she was shaking. Dammit! Is she laughing? She was laughing so hard she clung to him for support.
“What’s so funny?” He worked in calculated coolness to cover his irritation. Don’t lose it now or you’ll never get it.
She sucked in a large breath in between laughter. “Did you just say what I think you said?” She gasped again and broke into a new fit of giggles. The only thing keeping her upright was his body pressing into her.
Her laughter was getting to him and he was losing his ability to control himself. “Are you saying you don’t want to? I mean, with an outfit like that you’re practically begging for it,” he sneered.
She instantly sobered. “Okay, that’s enough. I’d love to say it’s been fun, but it hasn’t. So, thanks for the reality check. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really need to go.” She tried to move, but his body would not give way to the pressure of her hands.
“Maybe if you try a little farther south you’ll get a better reaction,” he suggested seductively. He wasn’t going to give up that easily. He was nothing if not stubborn.
Her eyebrows instinctively rose at his words. However, not to be deterred, she accepted the challenge, her eyes flashing dangerously. And that would be the right button. Her hands slowly caressed down his chest as her steely eyes stared directly into his, as if daring him to stop her. She reached the hem of his shirt and pushed her fingers underneath, running them along the waistband of his pants delicately, teasing the skin. His breath hitched slightly as she dipped the tips of her fingers along his hips. Who knew this would feel so fucking good? He was starting to lose control of himself and he needed to rectify that immediately. He swiftly grabbed her wrists and moved her hands away as he leaned down and captured her mouth in a rough kiss.
His mouth descending on hers caught her off guard and she smacked her head on the roof of the car trying to move out of the way. “Logan? What are you doing?” She questioned, muffled by his mouth on hers.
Instead of stopping, though, he seized the opportunity to invade her mouth with his tongue. He could feel her relax into the kiss, but not yet fully participating.
He pulled away and moved to her neck, kissing and licking his way up to her ear. “What do you think, Mars? I want to fuck you six ways to Sunday. This is called making the first move.” He licked along the edge of her ear and heard her gasp. “Just go with the flow and I swear you’ll enjoy it.” He grinned evilly into her neck and pressed a kiss to the exposed flesh. This is going to be good.
The sound of a door slamming broke him from his thoughts. He raised his head from the crook of her neck and glanced around. Two of the nerds from GameLand had come out of the building and were headed their way. Logan thought fast and tugged on Veronica’s wrists, still clutched in his hands, pulling her out of her trance. Her eyes blinked several times as she tried to focus her eyes.
“C’mon,” Logan muttered to her. “More privacy.” He flashed a knowing grin, causing her to open her mouth in protest. He quickly scolded her with a look. “Go with the flow,” he reminded.
He steered them to his car, parked in the back of the lot. He checked their surroundings quickly and then opened the back door. Hastily, he threw up the seat cushions and threw down the backs of the seats, exposing the trunk. Thank God for fold down seats. He pushed her forward and admired the shortness of the skirt from behind as she crawled into the car. As soon as she was far enough in he climbed in behind her, slamming the door shut behind him.
He pounced on her as soon as he locked the doors and began assaulting her mouth while carefully pushing her onto her back. Her hands clutched at his outer shirt as she pulled his body onto hers, deepening the kiss. One of his hands tangled in her hair as he placed hot, sticky kisses over her mouth, nipping at her kiss-swollen lips. His other hand traveled slowly from her ankle up her calf, moving up to caress her thigh under her skirt, finally taking rest on the curve of her hips, gently stroking the skin along her panties. Who would have figured Mars for skimpy underwear? He pressed kisses along her jaw to her neck and down the column of her throat to the top button of her shirt. This is going to be a problem. He raised his head, slightly, to assess the situation and made a snap decision, moving his hands into position.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was heavy and breathy as she noticed the placement of his hands - one on either side of the shirt’s closure.
“What does it look like?” He wasn’t in the mood to start explaining everything to her.
She came out of her fog and grabbed his wrists tightly. “No, you can’t. Are you nuts? I have to get out of this car and I can’t walk out without a shirt!”
He shook his head at her and bent his head back down to her, kissing her strongly. “Veronica, when are you going to learn? Go with the flow.” He sat back up and gripped the cloth tighter in his fists. “Besides,” he grinned, “I’ll just give you mine.” His eyes flashed mischievously and a playful smile curled along his mouth as he wretched his hands apart, taking the fabric from each side of the shirt with him, sending buttons flying and bouncing around the confined space.
He quickly moved to cover the newly exposed flesh with his mouth, dragging his tongue along her collarbone to the center of her chest, gently biting the skin along the way. He reached the delicate fabric of her bra and ran his fingers carefully over the flimsy material, eliciting an immediate response from her body. Her chest arched to his touch as he slid the silk out of the way and caressed the sensitive skin beneath. His fingers traced along the outside of her nipple, pinching a little to make her gasp.
He replaced his fingers with his mouth and flicked his tongue over the hard flesh, causing a small moan to erupt low in her throat. Finally, he covered her breast with his mouth and sucked gently. Her hands went straight to knit themselves in his hair, pulling his face closer and burying it in her breasts. Then he pulled away and moved to her other breast to repeat the process, each movement enticing her farther.
She continued moaning softly and tugging on his hair as he worked over her chest. “If you keep that up this won’t last very long,” he warned her as he readjusted himself in his pants. Her only response was to pull him in for a brutal kiss. When the need for air consumed him he pulled away. “Now, now, we’re not done having fun yet.”
He slithered down her body and placed a chaste kiss on her ankle before hoisting her leg onto his shoulder. He could now see perfectly down her skirt and oh, how sweet it was. He ran his hands down her calves to the edge of her white knee socks and brushed his fingers along the hem. He carefully slid the stocking down and pulled it off, along with her shoe, tossing the articles behind them. He vaguely heard the shoe hit the back of the truck, but he really didn’t care. Not when he had something so good to look at instead.
He turned and kissed his way up her leg, to her thigh, all the while watching her reactions streak across her face. He reached her knee and proceeded to drag his tongue up the inside of her thigh, taking small bits of skin between his teeth as he worked his way to her center. Once he reached the hem of her skirt he stopped and turned his attention to the other leg, removing her shoe and stocking and kissing his way up her leg as he had done with the first one. This time, though, when he reached the edge of her skirt he pushed the scratchy fabric up, continuing his path.
Her breathing had become more and more irregular and she seemed to be having trouble controlling it. And I haven’t even begun. He caught his lower lip between his teeth as he gripped the edge of her flimsy panties and slowly pulled them down, Veronica arching her hips to allow him to remove the clothing. Before she could even take a breath, his hands were back on her, gently pushing her legs apart as they slid up her thighs. As he neared her center he leaned down, pressing a messy kiss to her lips. When their mouths separated, he pulled back and stared at her intently for a moment before running a finger between her folds and plunging into her wetness.
Her eyes clamped shut and her head dropped back as he slowly stroked out of her, only to thrust his finger back in, deeply. She’s so tight she’s going to make me cum without even getting my cock in there. He continued watching her reaction to each movement of his digit, relishing the gasps and moans coming from her moistened mouth. Every so often she would lick her mouth and capture her lower lip between her teeth in an attempt to stifle an escaping sound. I think that’s a challenge. He smirked deviously as he pushed a second finger into her.
Almost automatically, she moaned loudly and put her hand to her mouth, covering the noise from anyone passing the vehicle. Her hips ground against his hand as he continued to stroke her at a quickening pace. She was nearing climax and he knew what would push her over the edge. He was well schooled by Lilly in the art of pleasing a woman and he found it somewhat ironic that he was using those skills to ravage her best friend. But really, who cared when there was a writhing, half-naked girl waiting for his final touch? Not him, that’s for sure.
He had to be careful. She was like a fawn in a clearing, one wrong move and she would make a mad dash for cover and leave him with a raging hard on. He bent his head back down and covered her mouth with his, as he did so he extended the last finger on his hand and thrust it into her second opening. Her eyes shot open and her arms pushed at his chest, however he would not be deterred. Using his body to hold her down, he continued his fast paced stroking. After a few thrusts of his hand, her panicked noises changed to raspy groans as she fisted his shirt tightly. He moved his mouth down to her breasts and began nipping and biting at her hardened nipples. Her arms wrapped around to his back and she raked her nails down his back roughly as she neared the edge.
“Fuck,” he growled against her chest as her body reacted to his touch.
“Jesus Christ, yes,” she screamed, coming all over his hand and clutching him tightly to her body. He worked her down as he kissed her slowly, massaging her mouth gently. “Holy fuck,” she breathed when he released her mouth.
“In a minute, yeah,” he grinned.
Panting heavily, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head. She crouched on her knees and grabbed his belt buckle roughly, grinning wickedly. She quickly unfastened the belt and flicked open the button of his jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly, teasing him. Pushing him down onto the floor, she began sliding his pants down his legs, kissing down his chest. Once the garment was tossed to the wayside she crawled up his prone form. She swiped her tongue across his lips and turned her attention to his neck. She carefully nibbled the edge of his ear before licking down the column of this throat, drawing a moan from low in his throat.
He ran his fingers across her exposed stomach and reached around and gripped her hips tightly, pulling her body to his. He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back and wagged her finger at him. She moved down his body, dragging her tongue down the center of his chest, leaving a sticky trail of saliva in its wake. He didn’t care, though, as his head lolled back and a hand absently reached out to her hair.
When she reached her destination, she flicked her tongue up the length of his shaft, making him growl roughly at her tease. She looked up at him and smiled seductively before taking his hardened length into her mouth. He gasped at the sudden moisture wrapped around him and pushed her head back down as she attempted to ascend. Taking his cue, she lowered her mouth again and began sucking gently. “Fuck, Veronica,” he breathed out lowly as she stroked him with her mouth. He could feel himself on the edge and knew he wouldn’t last long if she kept her pace.
He grabbed her shoulders roughly and pulled her up, shoving her onto her back. Pining her hands above her head, he pressed his mouth to her lips and kissed her hard and messy. With his free hand he groped around for his pants and pulled his wallet from the back pocket. Apparently, she was aware enough to realize what he was doing and freed one of her hands, grabbing the wallet and dug into it without breaking the kiss. She pulled the foil pack from one of the pockets triumphantly and extended it to him between two fingers. He grinned against her mouth as he took it and positioned himself between her legs. He quickly tore open the packet and rolled the condom over his erection. He held her arms again with one hand and guided himself into her opening.
She hissed sharply as he pressed into her. She’s so fucking tight. This is going to take a lot of willpower. He waited a moment as her body adjusted to the newest addition. Once he felt her settle he slowly stroked out, causing her to moan loudly. She attempted to move her hands to wrap around him, but he maintained his hold on her. Just as he had nearly pulled all the way out he thrust back into her. A pleased scream erupted from her mouth, which he covered swiftly with his lips. Can’t have you drawing attention to us. He continued stroking in and out of her rhythmically and she made soft noises into his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist, gripping his hips tightly and pulled him deeper.
“Oh, God, yes,” he groaned as he felt her tightening around him. He began to slide in and out of her more quickly causing her back to arch off the floor and her mouth to separate from his. He obligingly relinquished her mouth and rested his head in the curve of her shoulder, licking along the length of skin. Her pleasurable groans began coming more incessantly, almost begging him to push her over the top. Not yet. He, suddenly, slowed his pace, inciting a whimper from her.
“That’s mean,” she pouted breathily. He raised his head to look at her and smirked. He thrust into her hard. “Fuck!” She gasped and her head fell back roughly, banging against the floor.
“No one ever said I was nice,” he panted and stroked hard, again.
“Logan,” she moaned loudly. “Oh, God, Logan.”
“Fuck, I love when you say my name, Veronica.” He began pounding into her faster, causing the car to shake slightly from the momentum. Her breathing came out strangled when orgasm seized her body, clamping down on Logan’s buried cock. “Shit, Veronica,” he breathed out, feeling her pulsating around him. He managed a few more strokes before he erupted inside of her and his head fell back onto her shoulder. “Jesus, Veronica,” he whispered into her ear as his body thumped from his accelerated heartbeat.
He gasped mouthfuls of air and released his grip, relaxing against her body. Her arms wrapped around his body and held him tightly as she worked to control her breathing. Slowly, their panting evened out and their inhales and exhales began to sync, as well as their heartbeats. He kissed her shoulder and pulled himself onto his arms and rolled onto his back, staring at the roof of the car. I just fucked Veronica Mars… and it was great. He smiled quietly and then pulled his jeans out from under him. Tugging them on, he turned to watch Veronica, gathering her composure and clothing as well.
“Well, thanks for that,” she said as she straightened out her skirt. She reached over his body and grabbed his shirt. “And thanks for this.” She motioned to the button-up as she pulled it on. It was entirely too big for her small body. Fucking sexy. She pulled her shoes back on hastily and opened the car door. She checked herself and straightened her hair before turning back to him. “Maybe we’ll do this again sometime,” she smirked.
He grinned widely. “Say… in an hour at my place?”
She smiled slyly and licked her lips before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “Make it two and you have yourself a deal.”
“I’ll need my shirt back,” he reminded her as he propped himself on his elbow.
“And I’ll need my underwear back. I guess we’ll just have to trade later.” She arched her eyebrows at him suggestively and a satisfied grin crept up her face. She gave a little wave and then shut the door to the car. Logan rolled onto his back and let out a breath. I could definitely get used to that.