The Shocker (4/?)
Title: The Shocker (4/?)
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Return of the Kane
Summary: I got nothing... Smut. Pure and simple. Maybe some plot later on.
A/N: firefly2000 requested this.
Veronica had successfully avoided Logan for the past week, and he had definitely noticed. Every time he moved even remotely in her general direction she would scurry away and disappear into the crowd, even when her back was to him. He’d have to ask her how she did that - if he could ever find her.
Of course he’d find her. He had to find her. She had been driving him nuts since their last encounter, and not the real her - the thought of her. Every time he closed his eyes, her image would appear, burned into the back of his lids, unable to erase it. He had to do something, anything, to fix the situation. But first, he’d have to corner her.
He had attempted to call a few times, but she never answered and he wasn’t going to stoop so low as to leave a message. The last time he’d come by the apartment was when she’d booted him out, so that was out as well. His ego could only take so much bruising. His only option left was school, which was made difficult by the thousand or so other people there, as well.
He had to find some way to get her alone, on her own. He needed answers to this strange hold she had over his thoughts.
That was why Logan found himself walking silently into the girl’s bathroom that morning, bypassing the ‘Out of Order’ sign plastered on the front of the door. Everyone in the hall was too busy discussing their upcoming test or the newest present mommy or daddy had gotten them. They were too absorbed in their own lives to notice a boy slipping into the girl’s room. The thought registered in the back of Logan’s mind, but he quickly pushed it aside as his gaze fell on Veronica, sitting along the countertop, her laptop resting on her knees.
He reached behind him and locked the bathroom door quietly, so she would not notice his presence until he wanted her to. He glided across the floor silently and then realized she couldn’t hear him. His eyes fell on the headphones she had in and the faint sound of music, telling him that it drowned out his footsteps. He smiled to himself and walked purposely to her.
He was on her before she saw what hit her.
He hopped up on the open counter by her feet, trapping her between his body and the mirror, and pushed down the laptop screen. Her eyes crept up to his face with a cold look of pure disdain.
She tugged on the ear buds, pulling them out. “What?” She spat.
Logan smirked smugly. “So, what is the infamous Miss Mars up to today?” He drawled.
Veronica’s jaw clenched. “Work,” she stated flatly. “What are you doing in here? You know this is the girl’s bathroom, right? Or did you finally get that sex change operation you always wanted?” She cocked an expectant eyebrow at him.
“Oh, I know exactly where I am,” he smiled, but then grimaced. “And no. That’s extremely disturbing.” He hopped down off the counter and stood in front of her. “I just think it’s time we have a little chat.”
Veronica laughed hollowly as she began to pack up her books. “I really don’t think you and I have anything to talk about.” She attempted to jump down off the counter, but Logan’s presence prevented her from moving. “Uh, excuse me.”
Logan cocked his head to the side. “For ignoring me for the past week? Not until we talk, then I’ll think about it.”
Veronica let out a deep breath. “There’s nothing to talk about,” she told him firmly. “I have stuff I need to do. So, if you could move, I’ll be on my way.”
“And therein lies your problem. I’m not moving until we get a few things straight, so that means you’re not going anywhere until you answer my questions.” He placed his hands on either side of her and leaned into her personal space.
Her eyes narrowed on his as her jaw clenched tighter, grinding her back teeth. “Fine,” she gritted.
Logan smirked at her, triumphant with his success at cornering her so easily. “Now that wasn’t so hard? Was it?”
Veronica only continued to glower at him.
“So, what I want to know is,” he lowered his head to her ear, whispering into it. “Are you really still hung up on Duncan or were you just saying it to get under my skin?” He leaned back to face her, his eyes gauging her expression. Instead of the glare he thought he’d receive, he found her grinning.
“Whatever answer gets you to move out of my way and to leave me alone,” she said all too sugary sweet.
Logan pursed his lips and shook his head. “I’m afraid that’s not an answer.” He shifted his weight so that he leaned closer to her, again in her personal space. “You see, I don’t share. I never played well with others,” he shrugged. “And if you’re closing your eyes and thinking about Duncan while I’m fucking your brains out, then there’s a problem with that.”
Veronica glared at him, her knuckles white from gripping the countertop. “I think we established the last time we spoke that I don’t think about Duncan. So, if you’ll move, I’ll be on my way.” Veronica attempted to push Logan to the side, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he seized her wrist as his eyes drilled into her.
Veronica’s mouth was clamped so tight that she could feel the muscles in her jaw begin to strain. Her anger was beginning to bubble over and she wasn’t sure if she could, or wanted to, restrain it any longer. “God, what is with you people? He broke up with me over a year ago and you think I’m obsessing over him? Please!” She finally snatched her wrist from Logan’s clutches. “I don’t talk to him, he doesn’t talk to me and people get ‘obsession’ out of that?” She muttered disbelievingly, more to herself than Logan. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.
Logan patiently waited for her to finish her rant. Finally, he let out a low whistle. “So,” he began slowly. “That’s a no.”
“Yes, that’s a no,” Veronica huffed.
Logan’s looked off in thought for another moment and then brought his gaze back to Veronica. “Well, now that that’s settled…” He lunged forward, covering her mouth with his, taking her by surprise.
Dazed, Veronica took a moment before she realized what was happening. She gripped Logan’s shoulders and roughly pushed him back. “What are you doing?” She hissed, shocked.
“Uh, kissing you.” He pointed out condescendingly.
He leaned back in, but was stopped by Veronica’s hands pressed to his chest. “I think I made myself pretty clear when I said that we weren’t doing this anymore,” she admonished.
“What?” he asked, surprised. “I thought we just went over that. You don’t think about Duncan when I’m having my naughty way with you. That’s done and now we’re on to the making out and heavy petting,” he grinned. “And if I’m a good boy, maybe I’ll get some dessert.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively before leaning into her again.
However, her hands continued to press into his chest, her bright eyes glaring up at him. “You don’t get it, do you?” She shook her head in disbelief. “I don’t want to do this. This thing is a stupid idea and I don’t know what I was thinking when I let you talk me into it.”
A slow smile crept up Logan’s mouth. “It was less talking and more action,” he responded with a wink.
Veronica let out a frustrated groan. “That’s beside the point. You pissed me off and now I’d prefer we go back to being enemies.” She moved to hop off the counter again, but Logan was still in her way. “Move!”
“What if I made it up to you?” He asked hurriedly and with a hint of what Veronica suspected was desperation.
Her eyes immediately narrowed. “What do you mean?” She asked suspiciously.
Logan bobbed his head from side to side in contemplation. “I mean,” he began, searching for the right phrasing. “If I make it up to you will you reconsider our little arrangement?”
“And how, exactly, would you make it up to me?” She eyed him suspiciously.
Logan’s hands moved from the edge of the countertop to the tops of her exposed knees. “I’m sure I can think of something,” he whispered, not breaking his gaze from her. His hands slowly crept up her legs, slipping under the hem of the skirt. He could hear her breathing become shallower and he couldn’t help but smirk. “Something along these lines?” He could feel her skin tightening underneath his fingers as his hands inched closer to her core.
Veronica scowled and gripped his wrists before they could continue farther. “If that’s your idea of making it up to me then it kinda negates my reconsideration, doesn’t it?”
“Not necessarily,” he told her, his fingers still dancing across her skin. “Think of it as a gesture of good will. No strings, no promises, no expectations. You can still turn me down later.” He grinned down at her brightly. “But I highly doubt you will.”
Veronica’s eyes narrowed on him. “You’re very full of yourself.”
“I’d prefer if you were very full of me, though,” he told her huskily.
Veronica rolled her eyes. “Any one ever tell you your pick up lines suck?”
Logan smirked. “I’ve never had to use them until now.” He could feel her grip on his wrists begin to relax as their banter distracted her. He took the opportunity to allow his fingers to drift higher up her thigh. “Has any one ever told you that you make things very…” he paused for dramatic effect, looking away in thought. Suddenly, his gaze snapped back to her, penetrating right to her core. His hands shifted around her legs, gripped tightly and pulled her body close, surprising Veronica. “Hard.”
She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh. He wasn’t lying when he said that she made things hard, and apparently it wasn’t just situations. She could feel the warmth pooling low in her stomach, throwing her senses into overdrive. She needed to regain her composure.
She needed to form a coherent thought.
“Well, it’s better than being easy,” she mocked, tilting her head to the side.
Logan gasped in mock shock. “Are you calling me easy?” His fingers fluttered higher up her legs, reaching the hem of her underwear.
Her small hands wrapped around his wrists were no longer a hindrance. She was far too distracted by the sensations buzzing across her skin to focus on actually stopping the movement. She was already using every ounce of self control she had to keep her eyes open. She didn’t even realize she hadn’t answered him until he called out to her, his voice right next to her ear.
“Veronica, I asked you a question,” he whispered, his breath grazing her neck.
She vaguely realized his fingers where now on her hips, gently running across the sides of her panties. She swallowed thickly and shook her head as she tried to focus her eyes.
However, Logan would have none of that. She felt his tongue run along her lobe and her eyes drifted closed. She gasped when his teeth caught the flesh sharply.
“Lift up,” he instructed before his mouth latched onto her neck, sending chills down her spine.
She obliged and he slipped her underwear off her legs. The counter was cold against the backs of her legs, but it was a sharp contrast to the heat that Logan was creating inside her just by his hands and mouth.
Suddenly, the bell sounded and the sounds of students shuffling off to class echoed beyond the bathroom door. The momentary distraction allowed Veronica the opportunity to pull herself back together. “Logan, the bell just rang.”
“So,” he mumbled into her neck as he kissed his way down. He quickly found her pulse point and she gasped as he began sucking lightly. “I’d rather stay here.”
Veronica nodded numbly, feeling Logan’s hands skim up her legs once again. Involuntarily, her knees fell further apart, allowing him greater access. She could feel him grinning against her skin and she silently cursed him. Her hands reached out, gripping his shoulders, trying to find balance in her situation and position.
Logan reveled in her reactions to his touches. The way her breath caught when he blew across her neck. The way she bit her lip when his fingers drifted farther up her thighs, as if in anticipation. Who was he to deny her?
His fingers found her warm opening as his free hand came around her waist to steady her. He teased her sensitive flesh, causing Veronica to hum in pleasure and her head to fall back. His lips quickly found her mouth and he dragged his tongue along her lower lip, pulling a gasp from her. As soon as her lips parted, he tilted his head to properly kiss her, his tongue delving in. When her arms wrapped around his neck, he knew there was no stopping him. He slid his fingers into her wetness and she instantly clenched around him. Swallowing her low moan, he slowly began to pull his hand back, while massaging her clit torturously.
She pulled his body closer to her, trapping Logan’s hand between them, but not hindering it. She couldn’t believe the excitement he roused in her, the pleasant burn he could create between her legs, the soft moans he coaxed out of her. She knew it was fleeting, the odd obsession he had with her. She knew he would eventually become bored and stop bothering her for a little tet e tet. However, there was no reason she shouldn’t enjoy herself in the meantime. And if he was willing to ‘make it up to her’, as he so eloquently put it, she wouldn’t stop him.
Logan’s mouth began to travel down the column of her throat to her chest, tongue dragging along the bone. She didn’t know how he did it, but the buttons of her blouse had come undone and his lips were slowly working downward. Veronica leaned back heavily, a loud thud resonating through the bathroom when she connected with the mirror.
“Careful,” he murmured against the skin of her stomach, but did not move to stop. He continued along his path until he reached the waistband of her skirt. He pushed the cloth up her legs and moved his mouth to her knee, crouching before her.
Vaguely, in the back of her mind, Veronica knew the position was highly inappropriate, especially for her, but Logan’s lips reassured her so she made no movement to cover herself. His mouth trailed wet kisses up her thigh toward her sensitive flesh.
His tongue traced up her folds, causing her to shiver at the sensation. Her hands automatically went to his hair, urging him on. His fingers continued to work her inside, while his tongue danced along the outside, nipping lightly at her clit.
He worked her toward the edge excruciatingly slowly. Her legs hooked around his back, demanding he give her release. Finally, when he knew she could take no more he added pressure to her sensitive nerves, pushing her over the edge and spiraling out of control.
She gasped loudly and gripped the edge of the counter top tightly. “Fuck,” she breathed, her eyes clenched shut.
Logan languidly tongued her throbbing flesh as the waves of pleasure subsided. She was still taking in gulps of air when he stood and kissed her roughly. She could taste herself on his tongue and her hands moved of their own volition to the fly of his pants. She quickly undid them and thrust her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his hardened length.
He hissed into her mouth and she worked her hands up and down his shaft. She smirked and began to work her hands faster, pushing him towards orgasm.
Suddenly he grabbed her wrists and yanked her hands away. “Now, now,” he muttered as he let his tongue drag along her quivering bottom lip. “I’m supposed to be making this up to you. If you go returning favors, we’ll never be even.”
“Suit yourself,” she told him as she raised her eyebrow to him and smirked. She gripped his shoulders and slid down his body, her legs still wrapped around him.
As soon as her naked, wet flesh slid against his cock he groaned and grabbed her hips, effectively stopping her decent. “Now, that’s playing dirty.”
She leveled him with a seductive gaze and ground against him, skin to skin.
He quickly shifted his hips, causing his dick to press at her opening. “All you had to do was ask,” he grinned.
Veronica held her smirk and rotated her hips, allowing the head of his cock to push inside of her. She let out of hiss of pleasure as her nails dug into Logan’s shoulders.
“Fuck.” He had to use every ounce of self-control he had to keep from burying himself deep within her. His fingers dug into the curve of her hips as he pushed her back onto the counter. “Oh, now you’re asking for it,” he reprimanded as he dug into his back pocket for his wallet. He fished out a condom from the leather and quickly tore into it, rolling it onto his length.
“Well, someone had to put you in your place,” she told him. “I’m just glad I was the one to do it.”
“Especially since my place is inside you,” he muttered against her mouth.
She began to respond with a snappy retort, but was silenced as he pushed himself into her. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she kissed along his ear, her breathing erratic and hot.
Her inner walls clenched tightly around him as he filled her. He wasn’t sure how many times they were going to be doing this, but he already knew that he would never get enough of the feeling of her wrapped around him.
Finally, at her urging, he began to move, slowly pumping in and out of her, building her up to another release.
“Faster,” she breathed into his ear and he was happy to oblige. He thrust into her roughly, hitting the spot that made her cry out. He couldn’t help the self-satisfied grin on his face as he buried himself deeper and deeper each time.
His hips moved in rhythm with her heavy breathing in his ear. Then her breathing had become increasingly erratic and he fought to match the pace. He wondered how she actually managed to gather oxygen thought the short, harsh breaths, but she tightened around him, causing him to lose all rational thought.
He pumped in twice more before she came apart around him and fell limply against his body. He managed only a few more strokes before he went over the edge as well, his knees buckling beneath him. He grabbed the edge of the counter with one hand to keep from slumping onto the floor and used the other to hold Veronica against him.
After a few minutes she stirred. “Well, that’s a good start,” she mumbled into his shirt.
“Excuse me?” Logan huffed. “A start? That was hearty apology right there.”
Veronica lifted her head and patted his shoulder. “You keep thinking that.” She laid her head back down, exhausted from their activities, and listened to the soft rumble of laughter in his chest.
Logan slowly withdrew and Veronica groaned at the loss of bodily heat. He disappeared into one of the stalls and then returned a moment later to find Veronica buttoning her blouse. He grabbed her underwear before she could reach it.
“Give that back,” she pouted as she held out her hand to him.
Logan smirked and stuffed them into his pocket. “You get them back when I get my shirt back,” he told her with a wink.
Veronica’s eyes narrowed on him. “And when might that be?” She asked as she slipped off the counter and edged toward him cautiously.
Logan looked off in thought for a moment and then brought his gaze back to Veronica. He moved closer to her, pressing his body against her and wrapping an arm around her waist. “How about you come over after school and find out?” He kissed her lightly, almost lovingly.
“Hmm,” she hummed against him mouth. “Unfortunately, I have work.”
Logan frowned. “Not all day, I assume.”
“No,” she said slowly.
“So, after work, then.” He nodded, as if saying the matter was settled, and gave her another kiss.
Veronica rolled her eyes. “We’ll see.”
“See,” he grinned. “I always get my way.”
“That’s because you’re a spoiled brat,” Veronica said at she swatted at him.
“Good thing you only want me for my body.” Logan wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“I’m sure you have other uses. I haven’t found them yet, so I have yet to exploit them.” Veronica managed out of his grip and retrieved her bag from the sink.
She brushed passed him, but he caught her elbow and pulled her to him. She looked at him questioningly. He dipped his head and captured her mouth once more for a deep and passionate kiss. When he finally released her she felt dazed for a moment, but quickly shook it off. She shook her head at him as he crossed the room. When he was at the door, about to exit, Logan called back to her.
“So, after work, my house. Don’t make me call you again, because then I just look desperate,” he warned lightly.
She smirked. “Whatever,” she called back as he stepped through the door and out into the hall.
Veronica grinned as the door shut behind him. She pulled her hand from behind her back and stepped into the underwear she had retrieved from Logan’s pocket while he was otherwise occupied.
As she straightened, she licked her index finger quickly and stabbed it through the air, making a hissing sound. “Score one for me.”
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Return of the Kane
Summary: I got nothing... Smut. Pure and simple. Maybe some plot later on.
A/N: firefly2000 requested this.
Veronica had successfully avoided Logan for the past week, and he had definitely noticed. Every time he moved even remotely in her general direction she would scurry away and disappear into the crowd, even when her back was to him. He’d have to ask her how she did that - if he could ever find her.
Of course he’d find her. He had to find her. She had been driving him nuts since their last encounter, and not the real her - the thought of her. Every time he closed his eyes, her image would appear, burned into the back of his lids, unable to erase it. He had to do something, anything, to fix the situation. But first, he’d have to corner her.
He had attempted to call a few times, but she never answered and he wasn’t going to stoop so low as to leave a message. The last time he’d come by the apartment was when she’d booted him out, so that was out as well. His ego could only take so much bruising. His only option left was school, which was made difficult by the thousand or so other people there, as well.
He had to find some way to get her alone, on her own. He needed answers to this strange hold she had over his thoughts.
That was why Logan found himself walking silently into the girl’s bathroom that morning, bypassing the ‘Out of Order’ sign plastered on the front of the door. Everyone in the hall was too busy discussing their upcoming test or the newest present mommy or daddy had gotten them. They were too absorbed in their own lives to notice a boy slipping into the girl’s room. The thought registered in the back of Logan’s mind, but he quickly pushed it aside as his gaze fell on Veronica, sitting along the countertop, her laptop resting on her knees.
He reached behind him and locked the bathroom door quietly, so she would not notice his presence until he wanted her to. He glided across the floor silently and then realized she couldn’t hear him. His eyes fell on the headphones she had in and the faint sound of music, telling him that it drowned out his footsteps. He smiled to himself and walked purposely to her.
He was on her before she saw what hit her.
He hopped up on the open counter by her feet, trapping her between his body and the mirror, and pushed down the laptop screen. Her eyes crept up to his face with a cold look of pure disdain.
She tugged on the ear buds, pulling them out. “What?” She spat.
Logan smirked smugly. “So, what is the infamous Miss Mars up to today?” He drawled.
Veronica’s jaw clenched. “Work,” she stated flatly. “What are you doing in here? You know this is the girl’s bathroom, right? Or did you finally get that sex change operation you always wanted?” She cocked an expectant eyebrow at him.
“Oh, I know exactly where I am,” he smiled, but then grimaced. “And no. That’s extremely disturbing.” He hopped down off the counter and stood in front of her. “I just think it’s time we have a little chat.”
Veronica laughed hollowly as she began to pack up her books. “I really don’t think you and I have anything to talk about.” She attempted to jump down off the counter, but Logan’s presence prevented her from moving. “Uh, excuse me.”
Logan cocked his head to the side. “For ignoring me for the past week? Not until we talk, then I’ll think about it.”
Veronica let out a deep breath. “There’s nothing to talk about,” she told him firmly. “I have stuff I need to do. So, if you could move, I’ll be on my way.”
“And therein lies your problem. I’m not moving until we get a few things straight, so that means you’re not going anywhere until you answer my questions.” He placed his hands on either side of her and leaned into her personal space.
Her eyes narrowed on his as her jaw clenched tighter, grinding her back teeth. “Fine,” she gritted.
Logan smirked at her, triumphant with his success at cornering her so easily. “Now that wasn’t so hard? Was it?”
Veronica only continued to glower at him.
“So, what I want to know is,” he lowered his head to her ear, whispering into it. “Are you really still hung up on Duncan or were you just saying it to get under my skin?” He leaned back to face her, his eyes gauging her expression. Instead of the glare he thought he’d receive, he found her grinning.
“Whatever answer gets you to move out of my way and to leave me alone,” she said all too sugary sweet.
Logan pursed his lips and shook his head. “I’m afraid that’s not an answer.” He shifted his weight so that he leaned closer to her, again in her personal space. “You see, I don’t share. I never played well with others,” he shrugged. “And if you’re closing your eyes and thinking about Duncan while I’m fucking your brains out, then there’s a problem with that.”
Veronica glared at him, her knuckles white from gripping the countertop. “I think we established the last time we spoke that I don’t think about Duncan. So, if you’ll move, I’ll be on my way.” Veronica attempted to push Logan to the side, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he seized her wrist as his eyes drilled into her.
Veronica’s mouth was clamped so tight that she could feel the muscles in her jaw begin to strain. Her anger was beginning to bubble over and she wasn’t sure if she could, or wanted to, restrain it any longer. “God, what is with you people? He broke up with me over a year ago and you think I’m obsessing over him? Please!” She finally snatched her wrist from Logan’s clutches. “I don’t talk to him, he doesn’t talk to me and people get ‘obsession’ out of that?” She muttered disbelievingly, more to herself than Logan. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.
Logan patiently waited for her to finish her rant. Finally, he let out a low whistle. “So,” he began slowly. “That’s a no.”
“Yes, that’s a no,” Veronica huffed.
Logan’s looked off in thought for another moment and then brought his gaze back to Veronica. “Well, now that that’s settled…” He lunged forward, covering her mouth with his, taking her by surprise.
Dazed, Veronica took a moment before she realized what was happening. She gripped Logan’s shoulders and roughly pushed him back. “What are you doing?” She hissed, shocked.
“Uh, kissing you.” He pointed out condescendingly.
He leaned back in, but was stopped by Veronica’s hands pressed to his chest. “I think I made myself pretty clear when I said that we weren’t doing this anymore,” she admonished.
“What?” he asked, surprised. “I thought we just went over that. You don’t think about Duncan when I’m having my naughty way with you. That’s done and now we’re on to the making out and heavy petting,” he grinned. “And if I’m a good boy, maybe I’ll get some dessert.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively before leaning into her again.
However, her hands continued to press into his chest, her bright eyes glaring up at him. “You don’t get it, do you?” She shook her head in disbelief. “I don’t want to do this. This thing is a stupid idea and I don’t know what I was thinking when I let you talk me into it.”
A slow smile crept up Logan’s mouth. “It was less talking and more action,” he responded with a wink.
Veronica let out a frustrated groan. “That’s beside the point. You pissed me off and now I’d prefer we go back to being enemies.” She moved to hop off the counter again, but Logan was still in her way. “Move!”
“What if I made it up to you?” He asked hurriedly and with a hint of what Veronica suspected was desperation.
Her eyes immediately narrowed. “What do you mean?” She asked suspiciously.
Logan bobbed his head from side to side in contemplation. “I mean,” he began, searching for the right phrasing. “If I make it up to you will you reconsider our little arrangement?”
“And how, exactly, would you make it up to me?” She eyed him suspiciously.
Logan’s hands moved from the edge of the countertop to the tops of her exposed knees. “I’m sure I can think of something,” he whispered, not breaking his gaze from her. His hands slowly crept up her legs, slipping under the hem of the skirt. He could hear her breathing become shallower and he couldn’t help but smirk. “Something along these lines?” He could feel her skin tightening underneath his fingers as his hands inched closer to her core.
Veronica scowled and gripped his wrists before they could continue farther. “If that’s your idea of making it up to me then it kinda negates my reconsideration, doesn’t it?”
“Not necessarily,” he told her, his fingers still dancing across her skin. “Think of it as a gesture of good will. No strings, no promises, no expectations. You can still turn me down later.” He grinned down at her brightly. “But I highly doubt you will.”
Veronica’s eyes narrowed on him. “You’re very full of yourself.”
“I’d prefer if you were very full of me, though,” he told her huskily.
Veronica rolled her eyes. “Any one ever tell you your pick up lines suck?”
Logan smirked. “I’ve never had to use them until now.” He could feel her grip on his wrists begin to relax as their banter distracted her. He took the opportunity to allow his fingers to drift higher up her thigh. “Has any one ever told you that you make things very…” he paused for dramatic effect, looking away in thought. Suddenly, his gaze snapped back to her, penetrating right to her core. His hands shifted around her legs, gripped tightly and pulled her body close, surprising Veronica. “Hard.”
She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh. He wasn’t lying when he said that she made things hard, and apparently it wasn’t just situations. She could feel the warmth pooling low in her stomach, throwing her senses into overdrive. She needed to regain her composure.
She needed to form a coherent thought.
“Well, it’s better than being easy,” she mocked, tilting her head to the side.
Logan gasped in mock shock. “Are you calling me easy?” His fingers fluttered higher up her legs, reaching the hem of her underwear.
Her small hands wrapped around his wrists were no longer a hindrance. She was far too distracted by the sensations buzzing across her skin to focus on actually stopping the movement. She was already using every ounce of self control she had to keep her eyes open. She didn’t even realize she hadn’t answered him until he called out to her, his voice right next to her ear.
“Veronica, I asked you a question,” he whispered, his breath grazing her neck.
She vaguely realized his fingers where now on her hips, gently running across the sides of her panties. She swallowed thickly and shook her head as she tried to focus her eyes.
However, Logan would have none of that. She felt his tongue run along her lobe and her eyes drifted closed. She gasped when his teeth caught the flesh sharply.
“Lift up,” he instructed before his mouth latched onto her neck, sending chills down her spine.
She obliged and he slipped her underwear off her legs. The counter was cold against the backs of her legs, but it was a sharp contrast to the heat that Logan was creating inside her just by his hands and mouth.
Suddenly, the bell sounded and the sounds of students shuffling off to class echoed beyond the bathroom door. The momentary distraction allowed Veronica the opportunity to pull herself back together. “Logan, the bell just rang.”
“So,” he mumbled into her neck as he kissed his way down. He quickly found her pulse point and she gasped as he began sucking lightly. “I’d rather stay here.”
Veronica nodded numbly, feeling Logan’s hands skim up her legs once again. Involuntarily, her knees fell further apart, allowing him greater access. She could feel him grinning against her skin and she silently cursed him. Her hands reached out, gripping his shoulders, trying to find balance in her situation and position.
Logan reveled in her reactions to his touches. The way her breath caught when he blew across her neck. The way she bit her lip when his fingers drifted farther up her thighs, as if in anticipation. Who was he to deny her?
His fingers found her warm opening as his free hand came around her waist to steady her. He teased her sensitive flesh, causing Veronica to hum in pleasure and her head to fall back. His lips quickly found her mouth and he dragged his tongue along her lower lip, pulling a gasp from her. As soon as her lips parted, he tilted his head to properly kiss her, his tongue delving in. When her arms wrapped around his neck, he knew there was no stopping him. He slid his fingers into her wetness and she instantly clenched around him. Swallowing her low moan, he slowly began to pull his hand back, while massaging her clit torturously.
She pulled his body closer to her, trapping Logan’s hand between them, but not hindering it. She couldn’t believe the excitement he roused in her, the pleasant burn he could create between her legs, the soft moans he coaxed out of her. She knew it was fleeting, the odd obsession he had with her. She knew he would eventually become bored and stop bothering her for a little tet e tet. However, there was no reason she shouldn’t enjoy herself in the meantime. And if he was willing to ‘make it up to her’, as he so eloquently put it, she wouldn’t stop him.
Logan’s mouth began to travel down the column of her throat to her chest, tongue dragging along the bone. She didn’t know how he did it, but the buttons of her blouse had come undone and his lips were slowly working downward. Veronica leaned back heavily, a loud thud resonating through the bathroom when she connected with the mirror.
“Careful,” he murmured against the skin of her stomach, but did not move to stop. He continued along his path until he reached the waistband of her skirt. He pushed the cloth up her legs and moved his mouth to her knee, crouching before her.
Vaguely, in the back of her mind, Veronica knew the position was highly inappropriate, especially for her, but Logan’s lips reassured her so she made no movement to cover herself. His mouth trailed wet kisses up her thigh toward her sensitive flesh.
His tongue traced up her folds, causing her to shiver at the sensation. Her hands automatically went to his hair, urging him on. His fingers continued to work her inside, while his tongue danced along the outside, nipping lightly at her clit.
He worked her toward the edge excruciatingly slowly. Her legs hooked around his back, demanding he give her release. Finally, when he knew she could take no more he added pressure to her sensitive nerves, pushing her over the edge and spiraling out of control.
She gasped loudly and gripped the edge of the counter top tightly. “Fuck,” she breathed, her eyes clenched shut.
Logan languidly tongued her throbbing flesh as the waves of pleasure subsided. She was still taking in gulps of air when he stood and kissed her roughly. She could taste herself on his tongue and her hands moved of their own volition to the fly of his pants. She quickly undid them and thrust her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his hardened length.
He hissed into her mouth and she worked her hands up and down his shaft. She smirked and began to work her hands faster, pushing him towards orgasm.
Suddenly he grabbed her wrists and yanked her hands away. “Now, now,” he muttered as he let his tongue drag along her quivering bottom lip. “I’m supposed to be making this up to you. If you go returning favors, we’ll never be even.”
“Suit yourself,” she told him as she raised her eyebrow to him and smirked. She gripped his shoulders and slid down his body, her legs still wrapped around him.
As soon as her naked, wet flesh slid against his cock he groaned and grabbed her hips, effectively stopping her decent. “Now, that’s playing dirty.”
She leveled him with a seductive gaze and ground against him, skin to skin.
He quickly shifted his hips, causing his dick to press at her opening. “All you had to do was ask,” he grinned.
Veronica held her smirk and rotated her hips, allowing the head of his cock to push inside of her. She let out of hiss of pleasure as her nails dug into Logan’s shoulders.
“Fuck.” He had to use every ounce of self-control he had to keep from burying himself deep within her. His fingers dug into the curve of her hips as he pushed her back onto the counter. “Oh, now you’re asking for it,” he reprimanded as he dug into his back pocket for his wallet. He fished out a condom from the leather and quickly tore into it, rolling it onto his length.
“Well, someone had to put you in your place,” she told him. “I’m just glad I was the one to do it.”
“Especially since my place is inside you,” he muttered against her mouth.
She began to respond with a snappy retort, but was silenced as he pushed himself into her. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she kissed along his ear, her breathing erratic and hot.
Her inner walls clenched tightly around him as he filled her. He wasn’t sure how many times they were going to be doing this, but he already knew that he would never get enough of the feeling of her wrapped around him.
Finally, at her urging, he began to move, slowly pumping in and out of her, building her up to another release.
“Faster,” she breathed into his ear and he was happy to oblige. He thrust into her roughly, hitting the spot that made her cry out. He couldn’t help the self-satisfied grin on his face as he buried himself deeper and deeper each time.
His hips moved in rhythm with her heavy breathing in his ear. Then her breathing had become increasingly erratic and he fought to match the pace. He wondered how she actually managed to gather oxygen thought the short, harsh breaths, but she tightened around him, causing him to lose all rational thought.
He pumped in twice more before she came apart around him and fell limply against his body. He managed only a few more strokes before he went over the edge as well, his knees buckling beneath him. He grabbed the edge of the counter with one hand to keep from slumping onto the floor and used the other to hold Veronica against him.
After a few minutes she stirred. “Well, that’s a good start,” she mumbled into his shirt.
“Excuse me?” Logan huffed. “A start? That was hearty apology right there.”
Veronica lifted her head and patted his shoulder. “You keep thinking that.” She laid her head back down, exhausted from their activities, and listened to the soft rumble of laughter in his chest.
Logan slowly withdrew and Veronica groaned at the loss of bodily heat. He disappeared into one of the stalls and then returned a moment later to find Veronica buttoning her blouse. He grabbed her underwear before she could reach it.
“Give that back,” she pouted as she held out her hand to him.
Logan smirked and stuffed them into his pocket. “You get them back when I get my shirt back,” he told her with a wink.
Veronica’s eyes narrowed on him. “And when might that be?” She asked as she slipped off the counter and edged toward him cautiously.
Logan looked off in thought for a moment and then brought his gaze back to Veronica. He moved closer to her, pressing his body against her and wrapping an arm around her waist. “How about you come over after school and find out?” He kissed her lightly, almost lovingly.
“Hmm,” she hummed against him mouth. “Unfortunately, I have work.”
Logan frowned. “Not all day, I assume.”
“No,” she said slowly.
“So, after work, then.” He nodded, as if saying the matter was settled, and gave her another kiss.
Veronica rolled her eyes. “We’ll see.”
“See,” he grinned. “I always get my way.”
“That’s because you’re a spoiled brat,” Veronica said at she swatted at him.
“Good thing you only want me for my body.” Logan wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“I’m sure you have other uses. I haven’t found them yet, so I have yet to exploit them.” Veronica managed out of his grip and retrieved her bag from the sink.
She brushed passed him, but he caught her elbow and pulled her to him. She looked at him questioningly. He dipped his head and captured her mouth once more for a deep and passionate kiss. When he finally released her she felt dazed for a moment, but quickly shook it off. She shook her head at him as he crossed the room. When he was at the door, about to exit, Logan called back to her.
“So, after work, my house. Don’t make me call you again, because then I just look desperate,” he warned lightly.
She smirked. “Whatever,” she called back as he stepped through the door and out into the hall.
Veronica grinned as the door shut behind him. She pulled her hand from behind her back and stepped into the underwear she had retrieved from Logan’s pocket while he was otherwise occupied.
As she straightened, she licked her index finger quickly and stabbed it through the air, making a hissing sound. “Score one for me.”