The Shocker
Title: The Shocker (2/?)
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.
Two hours later…
Veronica drove down the PCH on her way back from the college, letting the breeze whip through her hair as she formulated a plan to infiltrate the dorm room of Grrrant. Her music blared through her car stereo so loudly that she barely heard her phone ringing. She glanced at the caller ID and didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello?” She wondered who could be calling her who wasn’t already programmed into her cell.
Maybe it was Georgia calling about the case.
“Where are you?”
Maybe not.
“Logan?”
“Yeah. Who’d you think it was?” Veronica could detect a tinge of jealousy in his voice and shook her head.
“I didn’t think it was you,” she said flatly.
“Don’t you have caller ID on that phone or was that too expensive?” He jabbed at her.
Veronica rolled her eyes. “Yes, I have caller ID, but it’s not like I have your number programmed in my phone,” she shot back hotly. “Nor would I want to.”
“Well, where are you?”
“The PCH. Why?” Her tone was icy, but curious.
“I thought you were coming over. I’m waiting,” he replied arrogantly.
“You were serious?” She asked, surprised.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Logan was smooth, she barely heard the hurt in his voice.
“Uh, I don’t know,” she trailed off. “Maybe because we hate each other.”
“So? That doesn’t mean we can’t have hot, meaningless sex on a semi-regular basis,” he clarified.
“Yeah, it kinda does,” she retorted.
“Okay, I’ll make you a deal. How far out are you?” He asked.
“About fifteen minutes.” Veronica didn’t want to admit it, but her interest was peaked about the deal Logan would offer her.
“How about you come over to my house? You’ll state your case on why we shouldn’t and I’ll state mine on why we should.” She could hear him grinning through the phone.
“I don’t think -,“ she began before he interrupted.
“C’mon, Mars, you’re not backing out, are you?” He taunted.
She gritted her teeth. He always knew how to get under her skin. “Fine,” she said tightly.
Veronica pulled up to the gates of the Echolls mansion fifteen minutes later and sat for a moment debating if she should press the intercom button. The choice was taken from her when the gates suddenly opened. Veronica looked at the gates and then at the security camera by the keypad. She glared at it, knowing Logan was watching. She pulled the car through, deciding not to allow Logan Echolls to get the better of her in this situation.
Little did she know she was playing right into his hands.
She hesitantly walked up to the door and knocked lightly. She gnawed on her lower lip nervously as she looked around for the exits in case she needed to make a quick escape. The door swung open to reveal Logan with a triumphant smirk on his face.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away,” he said smugly.
She stepped inside as Logan opened the door wider for her. “Yeah, well, I’m here to put this whole issue to bed.” Veronica mentally cringed at her slip of the tongue.
“Pun intended?” Logan laughed. “Or Freudian slip? Say one thing and mean your mother.” Veronica spun around and glared at him. He threw up his hands in mock surrender. “All right, poor choice of words.”
“Let’s get this over with.” Veronica didn’t feel like fighting. She wanted to let him say whatever he was going to say and she would leave and feel extremely good about turning down the great Logan Echolls. He wouldn’t even see it coming.
“Well, I figured since you’re the one who has a problem with all of this you could go first,” he grinned. “Now remember, your arguments need to be well thought out, plausible reasons.” He shook his finger warningly as he stepped towards her, flashing a seductive smile.
Veronica shook off the fiery look in his eyes and straightened her shoulders, even as he continued to close the gap between them. “Well,” she began, clearing her throat. “Like I said over the phone, we hate each other.”
Logan shook his head. “Don’t have to like each other to fuck.” He enunciated the last word, knowing it would send a chill down her spin, as it had earlier that day.
“Wow, you really know how to sweet talk a girl,” Veronica threw back sarcastically.
Logan grinned widely. “So I’ve been told.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t a compliment.” Veronica could feel her body heat rising. Logan was so close to her now and she could feel his breath on her face.
“Don’t worry, sugar, I didn’t take it as one.” He flashed that stupid smirk again and Veronica resisted the urge to slap him.
She had to remind herself that he was just trying to get on her nerves, get her to lose focus so that he could make his move. She took a step back and breathed deep. “Well, contrary to popular belief, I’m not a whore. I don’t run around fucking anything with a dick.” She crossed her arms across her chest defensively.
Logan leaned against the wall and mirrored her. “And contrary to popular belief, I never said you were. Besides, I know better.” A knowing smirk crossed his mouth. “If this afternoon was any indication.” Veronica’s eyes narrowed to slits and before she realized what she was doing, the palm of her hand was headed for his cheek. Logan grabbed her wrist, inches from his face. “That’s not very nice,“ he tutted.
She stared at Logan’s hand clutching her wrist for a moment longer and then wrenched it from his grasp. “Sorry,” she mumbled and looked away.
“Don’t apologize.” He stepped closer to her again. “Make it up to me.” His voice was low and husky. He titled Veronica’s head up and looked into her eyes. He dipped his head down and captured her mouth, kissing her thoroughly. He wrapped his arms around her waist, playing with the skin at the hem of her shirt. Her fingers skimmed along the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss. Finally, they broke apart breathlessly and the sound of someone clearing their throat caused them to turn toward the noise.
Aaron Echolls stood in the entranceway appearing embarrassed. The two broke apart awkwardly and Veronica worked to look anywhere but Aaron.
“Dad, I didn’t know you were home,” Logan said nervously.
“Uh, yeah, I just came back to grab a couple of things for the shoot. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Aaron apologized. “I was just heading back out.” He cleared his throat again as he searched for something more to say. “Well, um, I’ll leave you guys alone. It’s nice to see you again, Veronica.” He nodded and headed toward the door. Veronica gave a half-hearted wave to his retreating form.
As soon as the door snapped shut, Logan ran his hands through his hair roughly. “Did I just get caught making out by my dad?”
“You got caught by your dad. I got caught by the star of Breaking Point and Beyond the Breaking Point.” She pursed her lips. “Mm, and I have lipstick on my teeth.”
She made to move for a bathroom, but Logan seized her around the waist. “Where do you think you’re going?” He spun her to face him.
“To clean up and then leave,” she said. “I think that was a little bit of a warning. This,” she waved her hands between them, “should not be happening. I’m sure there are other family members or maids, maybe, who would love to catch us in such a lovely position.”
“My mom is at some spa for the next few days. My dad just left for the set and he’ll probably be there until late. The staff has the weekend off because, as you can see, no one is here. And, as of yet, you haven’t proven your point,” he grinned, wrapping his arm tighter around her waist and pulling her against his body.
“Well, besides the fact that you’re king of the 09ers and I’m queen of the outcasts…” she began.
“So?” Logan ducked his head to her neck and kissed it gently, causing a small gasp to escape her. He smiled and pulled her closer while he began moving them towards the stairs.
“We hate each other,” she continued on, trying desperately not to react to his distractions. Her feet bumped the edge of the stairs, but Logan continued directing them up.
“Hate is just misdirected passion,” his voice muffled by his face buried in her neck.
“This is just wrong on so many levels,” she tried to sound like the voice of reason, but her tone was too breathy to be taken seriously.
“But it feels so right,” he groaned, moving his lips back to her mouth. He continued pushing them up the stairs until they hit the wall, Logan still pressing against Veronica, ravaging her mouth.
They finally broke the kiss and Veronica pulled herself from the haze. “What if your friends find out, huh? That’ll be just wonderful,” she bit out harshly.
“Well, they can’t have you. I’m keeping you all to myself,” Logan grinned happily.
“That’s not what I meant.” Veronica eyed him.
“I know what you meant.” Logan suddenly became serious and Veronica worked to cover her surprise. “What does it matter? Forget about them. Just you and me.” He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She raised a skeptical eyebrow at him and he put up his hand in oath. “I’m not telling anyone and I’m fairly certain you wouldn’t run around bragging about getting me into the sack, though I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” His smirk came back full force.
Veronica couldn’t hide her suspicions. This was way too easy. “What’s in it for you?”
He leaned in and gave her a soft, languid kiss. He pulled away and looked her in the eye. “Same thing as you. Incredibly great sex with an incredibly hot person.”
“Incredible sex, huh?” She asked evilly. “So, when do I get that?”
Logan looked at her smugly. “A few hours ago,” he reminded.
Veronica snorted. “If you call that incredible you have pretty low standards. That was a quick fuck in the back of a car. There’s hardly anything incredible about that.”
Logan’s brow furrowed, but smoothed as he caught on to her ploy. “You’re a sly dog, Mars. If you wanted more then you should have just asked. I’m more than happy to accommodate.”
He grinned brightly and swooped in for another kiss. His hands moved up from her waist, lightly brushing the sides of her breasts, and then down her arms. He gently brought her arms above her head, pinning them to the wall. He turned his attention back to her neck and dragged his tongue down the flesh to her collar bone.
Veronica gasped at the sensation of the cool air hitting her wet skin. She ground her hips against him, feeling his physical reaction to her, and Logan let out a satisfied growl. She took Logan’s distraction as an opportunity to free her hands. She raked her nails carefully down the front of his pants and Logan stopped his exploration momentarily to enjoy the sensation she was sending through his body. She could feel his breath quickening against her ear as his teeth played along the edge of it.
Logan couldn’t take anymore. He had to get them to his room, to his bed, to the condoms. He maneuvered her body to the right and began pushing them along the hallway again. His hands went immediately to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. His mouth found its place just above her right breast, kissing and licking gently, as his hands fumbled with the handle to his door. Finally, it gave way and the two fell back into the room, Logan kicking the door shut without breaking from her. A few more steps and Veronica’s legs hit the bed, and they collapsed onto the soft mattress. With their new position, Logan removed his mouth and stared down at Veronica’s nearly topless form.
“What?” She asked, her face drawing concern.
Quickly, Logan shook off the unfamiliar feeling stirring inside him, somewhere north of where he normally reacted to a girl. “Nothing.” He bent back down, and took her mouth with his. It was all tongue and spit, but nothing felt as good to him as what he was feeling right then. He relished the moment as long as he could, before Veronica’s hands wandered to the waistband of his pants, causing his brain to kick into high gear and his cock to stand at full attention.
She wanted incredible sex and he was going to give it to her. He was going to make it so that no one could touch her; no one could make her feel as good as he made her feel. He was going to brand himself all over her body with his mouth, with his touch. He was going to make her want only him and no one else. She was going to be begging for release when she couldn’t take any more of his teasing. He was going to show Veronica Mars that she wouldn’t be able to insult him and get away with it.
She worked the button of his pants as his hands spanned up her ribcage, brushing over her breasts and sending a shiver through her body. His hands carefully wrapped around the sides of her neck, his thumbs stroking along her collar bone. She finally broke the kiss when she zipped his fly down and pushed the pants past his hips. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head while he let the pants fall the rest of the way down and kicked out of them. In only his boxers, he returned to the bed and his mouth to her body.
He kissed down her neck, across her shoulder, pulling the strap of her bra down her ivory skin. He moved to the other side and worked the other strap down, taking his time and relishing the taste of her skin every time his tongue trailed over her. He grabbed her arms, pulling her into a sitting position and covered her mouth with his while he unclasped her bra. He swiftly removed it and threw it aside, enjoying the feel of her bare breasts against his skin. Slowly, he pressed her back down onto the bed, gently caressing her sides, coaxing her to submit to him. When she finally came to rest against the sheets, he allowed his body to extend fully, fitting neatly against her.
He moved his mouth along her jaw and down her neck, paying special attention to her pulse point, hearing her breath hitch. He grinned against her skin, knowing he was doing this to her, no one else. He sucked and licked the point thoroughly before moving down to her chest. He ran his tongue between her breasts and then back up.
Veronica’s hands stroked idly at the nape of his neck as he worked her body. She could feel his breath against her skin, sending rippling sensations to her brain, causing it to short circuit in bursts of pleasure. She clamped her mouth shut, willing it not to show her true pleasure in what his mouth was doing to her. She was not going to admit just how much she was enjoying the feel of Logan Echolls.
However, it seemed to only cause him to surge forward in his quest. He saw her pursed lips and knew she was stifling herself. He wanted her to let it lose, to hear her scream and moan at the feeling he was giving her. He may let her win their verbal battles, but he was not going to allow her to deny him this victory.
He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked it gently. Her hands gripped his hair, but she still would not make a sound. He rethought his tactics and released the hardening peak. He blew warm air across the area he had just release and her mouth fell open as her nipple perked into a tight pebble. He smiled at the reaction he received, but he wanted more. He moved his hand to softly caress her other breast as his mouth and teeth worked her nipple. He dragged the flat of his tongue across her areola, then swirled it around once, twice. A stifled moan escaped her closed lips and he glanced up to see her eyes shut tightly as she chewed on her lower lip desperately. He returned his attention back to her breast and nipped her lightly. Then he moved to the other side of her chest and repeated the process.
However, she was still remaining silent, causing him to become more aggravated.
He needed to up the ante. His free hand trailed down her side to the waist of her jeans and he silently swore the excessive amount of clothing. His nimble fingers made quick work of her fly and began tugging at the offensive material. Her hips wiggled in assistance, but served more as temptation than relief. He let out a frustrated noise and sat up on his knees, gripping the sides of the pants and yanked hard, turning them inside out, and flinging them behind him. And there she was, in all her glory. The only thing left was a pair of purple, plain-cut panties. Not as fun as what she was wearing earlier, but at least they weren’t white or pink. White or pink would be the Veronica he knew when Lilly was alive - the prude, sensitive, naïve Veronica. That is definitely not the girl staring up at him now. The girl below him was more contrast than light, dark and hard, but a glimmer of something underneath if you only took the time to see it.
He decided he liked this Veronica much more. His hands trailed up her legs slowly, sending shivers up her body and he couldn’t help but smile. When he reached her thighs he dragged his nails along the skin and watched as her hands groped at the bed sheets, twisting in her fingers, and her hips arch into his touch. He stopped at the edge of her panties and traced the hem up the curve of her hips. He extended his hands and then gripped her sides, pulling her toward him roughly, splaying her legs around him. Her eyes looked up at him curiously and watched as a devilish grin played across his mouth.
“What are you doing?” She asked, her voice rough from lack of use.
“You are trying too hard,” he stated pointedly.
“Trying too hard?” She questioned, not understanding.
“To stay quiet,” he clarified, smugly.
“Maybe you just aren’t doing it for me.” She smirked at him, willing him to deny it.
Logan bent over her, hovering on his arms, inches from her face. “I know I am,” he stated as he stared directly into her eyes. “I can smell how turned on you are.” He inhaled deeply, proving his point.
Veronica flushed violently, embarrassed by the remark. He lowered himself to his elbows, lying flush against her body. She could feel his dick pressing into her abdomen through his boxers and worked to control how aroused she felt by it.
His hands moved up her arms, pulling them above her head, her hands into his, interlacing their fingers together. He watched the blush crawl down her neck, to her chest, all the way to the tips of her breasts. “You don’t need to be embarrassed,” he said seriously, still staring at her intently. “It’s. Incredibly. Sexy.”
He squeezed their joined hands and dipped his head down, licking along her bottom lip. He ground his hips against her and her eyes fluttered, a small moan escaping her lips. He pressed his mouth more firmly to her lips and she opened to him gratefully.
The kiss seemed to last for an eternity, neither wanting to break the intimate contact. Unlike earlier, things were moving in slow motion instead of a fast blur. They were learning about each other’s bodies and reactions to the other’s touch, enjoying the feeling of skin against skin. It was a strange sensation for both to feel so naked and vulnerable in front of each other, but it somehow worked. They spent their days needling into the skin of their opponent with their words, biting remarks and sharp taunts, and now they were spending this night digging deeper into one another, but with soft hands and needy fingers. It was odd, but somehow right.
Logan broke away from the kiss and began an oral path down her body, smiling when he found a ticklish spot on her side. Her giggle turned into a gasp, though, as his fingers teased the sensitive flesh between her legs through her cotton panties. He wrapped his fingers around the sides of the cloth and painstakingly slowly moved them down her legs and away from her body. His eyes drank her in. The blond hair, the rosy cheeks, the pert breasts, the smooth stomach, the blonde curls, the slight bend of her knee, all the way to the polish on her toe nails. She glowed under his gaze and he couldn’t take her eyes away from her naked form.
He could see her instinctively stiffen under his scrutiny. She reached to cover herself, but he grabbed her arms, keeping her from hiding behind her hands. He leaned down and kissed her long and hard, until they were breathless and his grip on her arms loosened and she no longer attempted to cover herself. Instead, her hands danced along his back, nails scratching at muscle when his teeth caught her bottom lip. He couldn’t resist groaning at the feeling of her nails in his skin, and not metaphorically speaking for once. He ground hard against her, a sharp gasp coming from her mouth and she swallowed tightly.
He released her mouth and trailed open-mouthed kisses down her body to his goal. His hands moved slightly behind his mouth, but passed when he reached her thighs. His nails dragged along her inner thigh and she inhaled sharply. He soothed the red lines with his mouth, one leg and then other, up from her knee to her hip. He looked up and saw her watching him intently. He smiled warmly, reassuringly, at her and he could feel her relaxing more into his touch. She didn’t even notice him remove his hand from her thigh and move to her wetness. However, when he stroked her clit lightly she did and her eyes began to flutter in time with his fingers circling her. Once he worked up to a good pace he plunged two fingers inside her tight pussy.
The feeling of her wrapped around even just his fingers caused his brain to shut down temporarily. His eyes automatically shut and his head lolled back. It took him a brief moment to gather himself, but once he did he stroked his fingers in and out of her. Her light moans pulled him back to the task ‘at hand’ and his eyes opened to see an extremely relaxed Veronica grinding against his palm. His thumb moved to her clit and began working in time with her involuntary thrusts. On the first pass, her eyes shot open. On the second, she called out to God. On the third, her walls clamped around his hand in the beginnings of orgasm. He twisted his hand deftly, curving it and hit a sensitive spot on her walls, pushing her over the edge so she came hard on his hand, screaming loudly.
When he removed his hand, she whimpered. However, the whimper changed into a sharp gasp as she felt his tongue swipe across her opening. He smiled against her, enjoying the noises she was making. He blew warm air across her glistening folds and he could see goose bumps raised across her skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly for purchase, as her hips worked in tandem with his mouth, desperately working to gather more friction. His tongue skillfully plunged into her opening, a sob escaping her mouth. His tongue swirled and worked her higher and higher, as told by her ragged breathing and pouting.
“Please, Logan, don’t stop,” she exclaimed with as much voice as she could muster.
“Never,” he promised against her. The reverberation of his voice was the last bit she needed as her hips arched against his mouth in orgasm.
He sat up and swiped a hand across his mouth quickly before moving back up her body, watching her bask in the afterglow. As she began to come down, her eyes fluttered open to find him watching her. She smiled bashfully and he couldn’t stop the grin growing on his face.
“I think you’re a little overdressed,” she said slyly, still breathy and shaky, as she glanced down at his boxers.
He followed her line of sight. “I think you may be right. Care to give me a hand?”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth while her hands skimmed down the planes of his chest to the hem of his underwear. She let her nails rake across his abdomen and then hooked her thumbs into the band of the fabric and pushed it down his hips as far as she could. When her short arms couldn’t move farther down she wrapped her leg around his and used it to push the boxers off his legs and onto the floor.
“Much better,” she grinned up at him.
Logan lowered himself flush against her, allowing his cock to rest along her opening, causing it to jerk against the wetness. “Yes, much,” he hissed. He rocked his hips, sliding along her folds, spreading her wetness, causing her to arch against him. Her hands spanned over his forearms, but gripped tightly when he dragged his throbbing erection across her clit. He settled back down on his arms, kissing her roughly and deeply as he ground his hips against her, drawing long, breathy moans from her. She was so lost in the feeling of him against her that she didn’t notice when he released her mouth and watched her as he continued his work, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
As her grip on his arms tightened like a vice, he turned his mouth to her breasts, dipping expertly to capture a nipple in between his teeth and biting gently. Then he took the other, repeating the process. That was the last bit she needed as she rocked hard against his dick and let out a low breath. He could feel her climax onto his cock. To hell if she could take anymore - he couldn’t!
He sat up on his knees and reached over her panting body to his nightstand, extracting a foil pack. With shaking hands he ripped it open and rolled the condom over his hardened cock. Before she had even come down from her high he pushed inside her, slick from his work and groaned loudly, enjoying the sensation of her body wrapping around him. Her nails raked down his chest, leaving red lines on his skin in their wake. He eased himself almost completely out and enjoyed the whimpering sound she made. Who was he to deny her the satisfaction? Ever so slowly he stroked back into her until she had taken in all of him.
Her head arched back and she ground her hips against him, causing him to gasp at the new sensations tingling up his body. She may not have had many partners before him, but she knew how to make his brain shut down with one fluid motion. He struggled to regain control of the situation and began to pull out slowly. He could see her lower lip jut out into a pout and he grinned, knowing that she wanted him back inside her body. He gripped her hips tightly and slammed into her roughly. Her eyes popped open, staring unseeingly at the ceiling, and she inhaled sharply.
Logan’s features immediately turned into concern. “Did that hurt?”
Her eyes drew down to meet his and she shook her head. “No,” she said slowly. “Just… interesting.”
He lowered himself onto his elbows and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “If something hurts, tell me. I’ll stop.” His hand carefully brushed away the hair in her face
She couldn’t help the smirk that curled her lips. “And since when do you care if you hurt me?” She asked softly. “Just a few hours ago you were going at it harder than that.”
He shook his head and a smile flitted across his mouth. “Like you said, that was a quick fuck in the back of a car. This,” he said, stroking carefully out of her and watching her eyes flutter at the feel of his cock pulling against her clit. “This is incredibly hot sex. It’s not supposed to hurt. It’s supposed to feel good.” He pushed back into her, hard, but careful not to hurt her. “Does it feel good?”
Her voice failed her as he continued to stroke in and out of her, slowly and deeply. She could only nod her response and her eyes began to glaze in pleasure. He smiled again and captured her mouth with his own, tongue dancing in time with his thrusts. He finally pulled his mouth away when she began to moan intelligibly every time he plunged back into her. He buried his head in her shoulder, planting soft kisses as he quickened his pace.
Their breathing rapidly became faster and harder to control. Veronica’s hands groped at Logan’s back as she began to tighten around him. He could feel her edging toward release and pulled his head from her shoulder, thrusting as deeply as he could. She screamed his name in ecstasy as he felt her spasm around him. His eyes clamped shut in the desperate need to control himself, to not allow it to end quite yet. He’d be damned if he didn’t make her go over more than once this time. Earlier it had been about convenience and need and her being a fucking cock tease, but this time - this time - was about proving to her that Logan Echolls could deliver on a promise. He was going to make sure she would be coming back for more.
As soon as he felt her pulsations begin to subside he slowed his pace again, building her back up. He started a slow and steady rhythm, watching her carefully for her reactions. Her breathing had not yet recovered and her nails were still clamped firmly into his back. He would probably bruise, but he wasn’t really concerned at the moment. Besides, he was used to covering up bruises. Though, those were not as enjoyable to receive as these. But now was not the time to be thinking of those things. No, now was the time to watch the petite blonde beneath him enjoy the feel of his cock inside her.
That did the trick. He picked up the pace and her soft moaning began again. He had already learned her cycle. As soon as he hit the right spot, the moaning would start, and then she would grip at his back and drag her nails down the length of it. As soon as she was about to hit orgasm her head would fall back.
A few thrusts later he could feel her nails dragging along his spine and he immediately began to stroke faster. She started to contract and he roughly thrust into her, this time, however, he could not hold back. He came inside her and collapsed on top of her, her body shaking weakly under him. They gasped harshly for air and her arms tightened around him imperceptibly.
When his breathing resumed to a more manageable level he carefully crawled off the bed and padded over to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He returned quickly to find Veronica on her side, curled under the covers, uncharacteristically relaxed. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight as he climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around her, holding her body close to his. He placed feather light kisses along the back of her shoulders as his fingers idly caressed her naked skin. A few moments later he drifted off into sleep.
He awoke an hour later when Veronica climbed out of bed and began frantically gathering her clothes that had been thrown about the room.
“What are you doing?” His voice thick from sleep.
“Getting dressed. What does it look like?” Her voice was quiet and he could see the night sky poking through his curtains. “How could you let me fall asleep?”
“Didn’t think it mattered. I figured you were too weak to even move,” he smirked triumphantly. Veronica shook her head and retreated to the bathroom in her bra and underwear to fix her mussed hair.
“Where are you going?” He asked casually, sitting up and resting back against the headboard.
“You’re not my keeper, Logan. I don’t have to tell you what I do.” She returned to the room looking irritated.
“Yeah, but I know you’re bursting to spill, so why don’t you?” He pulled his arms behind his head, looking pleased with himself.
Veronica rolled her eyes as she tugged on her pants. “I’m going to San Diego for a dorm party.”
He raised a questioning eyebrow to her. “I didn’t figure you for the partying sort anymore.”
“And that’s why we’re only having hot, meaningless sex. So we don’t actually have to know each other. Or like each other for that matter,” she deadpanned, pulling her shirt over her head.
“Ouch. You say it like you mean it,” Logan responded, mock insulted.
Veronica crossed the room to the bed. Leaning in, she planted a soft kiss to Logan’s lips. “Oh, but I do.” Pulling back, she grinned.
Logan shook his head at her and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her onto the bed, and straddled her. “You won’t for very long. Trust me.” His eyes flashed wickedly as he crushed her mouth with a sensual kiss.
Veronica wrapped her arms around Logan’s back and hooked a leg around his, swiftly rolling them so that she was now on top of him. “Oh, but I don’t trust you,” she smirked. She climbed off of him and walked to the door. Stopping, she turned back and blew him a kiss with a wink. She smiled conspiratorially and left the room. The unmade bed and a very satisfied Logan were the only evidence she had even been there.
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.
Two hours later…
Veronica drove down the PCH on her way back from the college, letting the breeze whip through her hair as she formulated a plan to infiltrate the dorm room of Grrrant. Her music blared through her car stereo so loudly that she barely heard her phone ringing. She glanced at the caller ID and didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello?” She wondered who could be calling her who wasn’t already programmed into her cell.
Maybe it was Georgia calling about the case.
“Where are you?”
Maybe not.
“Logan?”
“Yeah. Who’d you think it was?” Veronica could detect a tinge of jealousy in his voice and shook her head.
“I didn’t think it was you,” she said flatly.
“Don’t you have caller ID on that phone or was that too expensive?” He jabbed at her.
Veronica rolled her eyes. “Yes, I have caller ID, but it’s not like I have your number programmed in my phone,” she shot back hotly. “Nor would I want to.”
“Well, where are you?”
“The PCH. Why?” Her tone was icy, but curious.
“I thought you were coming over. I’m waiting,” he replied arrogantly.
“You were serious?” She asked, surprised.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Logan was smooth, she barely heard the hurt in his voice.
“Uh, I don’t know,” she trailed off. “Maybe because we hate each other.”
“So? That doesn’t mean we can’t have hot, meaningless sex on a semi-regular basis,” he clarified.
“Yeah, it kinda does,” she retorted.
“Okay, I’ll make you a deal. How far out are you?” He asked.
“About fifteen minutes.” Veronica didn’t want to admit it, but her interest was peaked about the deal Logan would offer her.
“How about you come over to my house? You’ll state your case on why we shouldn’t and I’ll state mine on why we should.” She could hear him grinning through the phone.
“I don’t think -,“ she began before he interrupted.
“C’mon, Mars, you’re not backing out, are you?” He taunted.
She gritted her teeth. He always knew how to get under her skin. “Fine,” she said tightly.
Veronica pulled up to the gates of the Echolls mansion fifteen minutes later and sat for a moment debating if she should press the intercom button. The choice was taken from her when the gates suddenly opened. Veronica looked at the gates and then at the security camera by the keypad. She glared at it, knowing Logan was watching. She pulled the car through, deciding not to allow Logan Echolls to get the better of her in this situation.
Little did she know she was playing right into his hands.
She hesitantly walked up to the door and knocked lightly. She gnawed on her lower lip nervously as she looked around for the exits in case she needed to make a quick escape. The door swung open to reveal Logan with a triumphant smirk on his face.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away,” he said smugly.
She stepped inside as Logan opened the door wider for her. “Yeah, well, I’m here to put this whole issue to bed.” Veronica mentally cringed at her slip of the tongue.
“Pun intended?” Logan laughed. “Or Freudian slip? Say one thing and mean your mother.” Veronica spun around and glared at him. He threw up his hands in mock surrender. “All right, poor choice of words.”
“Let’s get this over with.” Veronica didn’t feel like fighting. She wanted to let him say whatever he was going to say and she would leave and feel extremely good about turning down the great Logan Echolls. He wouldn’t even see it coming.
“Well, I figured since you’re the one who has a problem with all of this you could go first,” he grinned. “Now remember, your arguments need to be well thought out, plausible reasons.” He shook his finger warningly as he stepped towards her, flashing a seductive smile.
Veronica shook off the fiery look in his eyes and straightened her shoulders, even as he continued to close the gap between them. “Well,” she began, clearing her throat. “Like I said over the phone, we hate each other.”
Logan shook his head. “Don’t have to like each other to fuck.” He enunciated the last word, knowing it would send a chill down her spin, as it had earlier that day.
“Wow, you really know how to sweet talk a girl,” Veronica threw back sarcastically.
Logan grinned widely. “So I’ve been told.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t a compliment.” Veronica could feel her body heat rising. Logan was so close to her now and she could feel his breath on her face.
“Don’t worry, sugar, I didn’t take it as one.” He flashed that stupid smirk again and Veronica resisted the urge to slap him.
She had to remind herself that he was just trying to get on her nerves, get her to lose focus so that he could make his move. She took a step back and breathed deep. “Well, contrary to popular belief, I’m not a whore. I don’t run around fucking anything with a dick.” She crossed her arms across her chest defensively.
Logan leaned against the wall and mirrored her. “And contrary to popular belief, I never said you were. Besides, I know better.” A knowing smirk crossed his mouth. “If this afternoon was any indication.” Veronica’s eyes narrowed to slits and before she realized what she was doing, the palm of her hand was headed for his cheek. Logan grabbed her wrist, inches from his face. “That’s not very nice,“ he tutted.
She stared at Logan’s hand clutching her wrist for a moment longer and then wrenched it from his grasp. “Sorry,” she mumbled and looked away.
“Don’t apologize.” He stepped closer to her again. “Make it up to me.” His voice was low and husky. He titled Veronica’s head up and looked into her eyes. He dipped his head down and captured her mouth, kissing her thoroughly. He wrapped his arms around her waist, playing with the skin at the hem of her shirt. Her fingers skimmed along the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss. Finally, they broke apart breathlessly and the sound of someone clearing their throat caused them to turn toward the noise.
Aaron Echolls stood in the entranceway appearing embarrassed. The two broke apart awkwardly and Veronica worked to look anywhere but Aaron.
“Dad, I didn’t know you were home,” Logan said nervously.
“Uh, yeah, I just came back to grab a couple of things for the shoot. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Aaron apologized. “I was just heading back out.” He cleared his throat again as he searched for something more to say. “Well, um, I’ll leave you guys alone. It’s nice to see you again, Veronica.” He nodded and headed toward the door. Veronica gave a half-hearted wave to his retreating form.
As soon as the door snapped shut, Logan ran his hands through his hair roughly. “Did I just get caught making out by my dad?”
“You got caught by your dad. I got caught by the star of Breaking Point and Beyond the Breaking Point.” She pursed her lips. “Mm, and I have lipstick on my teeth.”
She made to move for a bathroom, but Logan seized her around the waist. “Where do you think you’re going?” He spun her to face him.
“To clean up and then leave,” she said. “I think that was a little bit of a warning. This,” she waved her hands between them, “should not be happening. I’m sure there are other family members or maids, maybe, who would love to catch us in such a lovely position.”
“My mom is at some spa for the next few days. My dad just left for the set and he’ll probably be there until late. The staff has the weekend off because, as you can see, no one is here. And, as of yet, you haven’t proven your point,” he grinned, wrapping his arm tighter around her waist and pulling her against his body.
“Well, besides the fact that you’re king of the 09ers and I’m queen of the outcasts…” she began.
“So?” Logan ducked his head to her neck and kissed it gently, causing a small gasp to escape her. He smiled and pulled her closer while he began moving them towards the stairs.
“We hate each other,” she continued on, trying desperately not to react to his distractions. Her feet bumped the edge of the stairs, but Logan continued directing them up.
“Hate is just misdirected passion,” his voice muffled by his face buried in her neck.
“This is just wrong on so many levels,” she tried to sound like the voice of reason, but her tone was too breathy to be taken seriously.
“But it feels so right,” he groaned, moving his lips back to her mouth. He continued pushing them up the stairs until they hit the wall, Logan still pressing against Veronica, ravaging her mouth.
They finally broke the kiss and Veronica pulled herself from the haze. “What if your friends find out, huh? That’ll be just wonderful,” she bit out harshly.
“Well, they can’t have you. I’m keeping you all to myself,” Logan grinned happily.
“That’s not what I meant.” Veronica eyed him.
“I know what you meant.” Logan suddenly became serious and Veronica worked to cover her surprise. “What does it matter? Forget about them. Just you and me.” He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She raised a skeptical eyebrow at him and he put up his hand in oath. “I’m not telling anyone and I’m fairly certain you wouldn’t run around bragging about getting me into the sack, though I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” His smirk came back full force.
Veronica couldn’t hide her suspicions. This was way too easy. “What’s in it for you?”
He leaned in and gave her a soft, languid kiss. He pulled away and looked her in the eye. “Same thing as you. Incredibly great sex with an incredibly hot person.”
“Incredible sex, huh?” She asked evilly. “So, when do I get that?”
Logan looked at her smugly. “A few hours ago,” he reminded.
Veronica snorted. “If you call that incredible you have pretty low standards. That was a quick fuck in the back of a car. There’s hardly anything incredible about that.”
Logan’s brow furrowed, but smoothed as he caught on to her ploy. “You’re a sly dog, Mars. If you wanted more then you should have just asked. I’m more than happy to accommodate.”
He grinned brightly and swooped in for another kiss. His hands moved up from her waist, lightly brushing the sides of her breasts, and then down her arms. He gently brought her arms above her head, pinning them to the wall. He turned his attention back to her neck and dragged his tongue down the flesh to her collar bone.
Veronica gasped at the sensation of the cool air hitting her wet skin. She ground her hips against him, feeling his physical reaction to her, and Logan let out a satisfied growl. She took Logan’s distraction as an opportunity to free her hands. She raked her nails carefully down the front of his pants and Logan stopped his exploration momentarily to enjoy the sensation she was sending through his body. She could feel his breath quickening against her ear as his teeth played along the edge of it.
Logan couldn’t take anymore. He had to get them to his room, to his bed, to the condoms. He maneuvered her body to the right and began pushing them along the hallway again. His hands went immediately to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. His mouth found its place just above her right breast, kissing and licking gently, as his hands fumbled with the handle to his door. Finally, it gave way and the two fell back into the room, Logan kicking the door shut without breaking from her. A few more steps and Veronica’s legs hit the bed, and they collapsed onto the soft mattress. With their new position, Logan removed his mouth and stared down at Veronica’s nearly topless form.
“What?” She asked, her face drawing concern.
Quickly, Logan shook off the unfamiliar feeling stirring inside him, somewhere north of where he normally reacted to a girl. “Nothing.” He bent back down, and took her mouth with his. It was all tongue and spit, but nothing felt as good to him as what he was feeling right then. He relished the moment as long as he could, before Veronica’s hands wandered to the waistband of his pants, causing his brain to kick into high gear and his cock to stand at full attention.
She wanted incredible sex and he was going to give it to her. He was going to make it so that no one could touch her; no one could make her feel as good as he made her feel. He was going to brand himself all over her body with his mouth, with his touch. He was going to make her want only him and no one else. She was going to be begging for release when she couldn’t take any more of his teasing. He was going to show Veronica Mars that she wouldn’t be able to insult him and get away with it.
She worked the button of his pants as his hands spanned up her ribcage, brushing over her breasts and sending a shiver through her body. His hands carefully wrapped around the sides of her neck, his thumbs stroking along her collar bone. She finally broke the kiss when she zipped his fly down and pushed the pants past his hips. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head while he let the pants fall the rest of the way down and kicked out of them. In only his boxers, he returned to the bed and his mouth to her body.
He kissed down her neck, across her shoulder, pulling the strap of her bra down her ivory skin. He moved to the other side and worked the other strap down, taking his time and relishing the taste of her skin every time his tongue trailed over her. He grabbed her arms, pulling her into a sitting position and covered her mouth with his while he unclasped her bra. He swiftly removed it and threw it aside, enjoying the feel of her bare breasts against his skin. Slowly, he pressed her back down onto the bed, gently caressing her sides, coaxing her to submit to him. When she finally came to rest against the sheets, he allowed his body to extend fully, fitting neatly against her.
He moved his mouth along her jaw and down her neck, paying special attention to her pulse point, hearing her breath hitch. He grinned against her skin, knowing he was doing this to her, no one else. He sucked and licked the point thoroughly before moving down to her chest. He ran his tongue between her breasts and then back up.
Veronica’s hands stroked idly at the nape of his neck as he worked her body. She could feel his breath against her skin, sending rippling sensations to her brain, causing it to short circuit in bursts of pleasure. She clamped her mouth shut, willing it not to show her true pleasure in what his mouth was doing to her. She was not going to admit just how much she was enjoying the feel of Logan Echolls.
However, it seemed to only cause him to surge forward in his quest. He saw her pursed lips and knew she was stifling herself. He wanted her to let it lose, to hear her scream and moan at the feeling he was giving her. He may let her win their verbal battles, but he was not going to allow her to deny him this victory.
He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked it gently. Her hands gripped his hair, but she still would not make a sound. He rethought his tactics and released the hardening peak. He blew warm air across the area he had just release and her mouth fell open as her nipple perked into a tight pebble. He smiled at the reaction he received, but he wanted more. He moved his hand to softly caress her other breast as his mouth and teeth worked her nipple. He dragged the flat of his tongue across her areola, then swirled it around once, twice. A stifled moan escaped her closed lips and he glanced up to see her eyes shut tightly as she chewed on her lower lip desperately. He returned his attention back to her breast and nipped her lightly. Then he moved to the other side of her chest and repeated the process.
However, she was still remaining silent, causing him to become more aggravated.
He needed to up the ante. His free hand trailed down her side to the waist of her jeans and he silently swore the excessive amount of clothing. His nimble fingers made quick work of her fly and began tugging at the offensive material. Her hips wiggled in assistance, but served more as temptation than relief. He let out a frustrated noise and sat up on his knees, gripping the sides of the pants and yanked hard, turning them inside out, and flinging them behind him. And there she was, in all her glory. The only thing left was a pair of purple, plain-cut panties. Not as fun as what she was wearing earlier, but at least they weren’t white or pink. White or pink would be the Veronica he knew when Lilly was alive - the prude, sensitive, naïve Veronica. That is definitely not the girl staring up at him now. The girl below him was more contrast than light, dark and hard, but a glimmer of something underneath if you only took the time to see it.
He decided he liked this Veronica much more. His hands trailed up her legs slowly, sending shivers up her body and he couldn’t help but smile. When he reached her thighs he dragged his nails along the skin and watched as her hands groped at the bed sheets, twisting in her fingers, and her hips arch into his touch. He stopped at the edge of her panties and traced the hem up the curve of her hips. He extended his hands and then gripped her sides, pulling her toward him roughly, splaying her legs around him. Her eyes looked up at him curiously and watched as a devilish grin played across his mouth.
“What are you doing?” She asked, her voice rough from lack of use.
“You are trying too hard,” he stated pointedly.
“Trying too hard?” She questioned, not understanding.
“To stay quiet,” he clarified, smugly.
“Maybe you just aren’t doing it for me.” She smirked at him, willing him to deny it.
Logan bent over her, hovering on his arms, inches from her face. “I know I am,” he stated as he stared directly into her eyes. “I can smell how turned on you are.” He inhaled deeply, proving his point.
Veronica flushed violently, embarrassed by the remark. He lowered himself to his elbows, lying flush against her body. She could feel his dick pressing into her abdomen through his boxers and worked to control how aroused she felt by it.
His hands moved up her arms, pulling them above her head, her hands into his, interlacing their fingers together. He watched the blush crawl down her neck, to her chest, all the way to the tips of her breasts. “You don’t need to be embarrassed,” he said seriously, still staring at her intently. “It’s. Incredibly. Sexy.”
He squeezed their joined hands and dipped his head down, licking along her bottom lip. He ground his hips against her and her eyes fluttered, a small moan escaping her lips. He pressed his mouth more firmly to her lips and she opened to him gratefully.
The kiss seemed to last for an eternity, neither wanting to break the intimate contact. Unlike earlier, things were moving in slow motion instead of a fast blur. They were learning about each other’s bodies and reactions to the other’s touch, enjoying the feeling of skin against skin. It was a strange sensation for both to feel so naked and vulnerable in front of each other, but it somehow worked. They spent their days needling into the skin of their opponent with their words, biting remarks and sharp taunts, and now they were spending this night digging deeper into one another, but with soft hands and needy fingers. It was odd, but somehow right.
Logan broke away from the kiss and began an oral path down her body, smiling when he found a ticklish spot on her side. Her giggle turned into a gasp, though, as his fingers teased the sensitive flesh between her legs through her cotton panties. He wrapped his fingers around the sides of the cloth and painstakingly slowly moved them down her legs and away from her body. His eyes drank her in. The blond hair, the rosy cheeks, the pert breasts, the smooth stomach, the blonde curls, the slight bend of her knee, all the way to the polish on her toe nails. She glowed under his gaze and he couldn’t take her eyes away from her naked form.
He could see her instinctively stiffen under his scrutiny. She reached to cover herself, but he grabbed her arms, keeping her from hiding behind her hands. He leaned down and kissed her long and hard, until they were breathless and his grip on her arms loosened and she no longer attempted to cover herself. Instead, her hands danced along his back, nails scratching at muscle when his teeth caught her bottom lip. He couldn’t resist groaning at the feeling of her nails in his skin, and not metaphorically speaking for once. He ground hard against her, a sharp gasp coming from her mouth and she swallowed tightly.
He released her mouth and trailed open-mouthed kisses down her body to his goal. His hands moved slightly behind his mouth, but passed when he reached her thighs. His nails dragged along her inner thigh and she inhaled sharply. He soothed the red lines with his mouth, one leg and then other, up from her knee to her hip. He looked up and saw her watching him intently. He smiled warmly, reassuringly, at her and he could feel her relaxing more into his touch. She didn’t even notice him remove his hand from her thigh and move to her wetness. However, when he stroked her clit lightly she did and her eyes began to flutter in time with his fingers circling her. Once he worked up to a good pace he plunged two fingers inside her tight pussy.
The feeling of her wrapped around even just his fingers caused his brain to shut down temporarily. His eyes automatically shut and his head lolled back. It took him a brief moment to gather himself, but once he did he stroked his fingers in and out of her. Her light moans pulled him back to the task ‘at hand’ and his eyes opened to see an extremely relaxed Veronica grinding against his palm. His thumb moved to her clit and began working in time with her involuntary thrusts. On the first pass, her eyes shot open. On the second, she called out to God. On the third, her walls clamped around his hand in the beginnings of orgasm. He twisted his hand deftly, curving it and hit a sensitive spot on her walls, pushing her over the edge so she came hard on his hand, screaming loudly.
When he removed his hand, she whimpered. However, the whimper changed into a sharp gasp as she felt his tongue swipe across her opening. He smiled against her, enjoying the noises she was making. He blew warm air across her glistening folds and he could see goose bumps raised across her skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly for purchase, as her hips worked in tandem with his mouth, desperately working to gather more friction. His tongue skillfully plunged into her opening, a sob escaping her mouth. His tongue swirled and worked her higher and higher, as told by her ragged breathing and pouting.
“Please, Logan, don’t stop,” she exclaimed with as much voice as she could muster.
“Never,” he promised against her. The reverberation of his voice was the last bit she needed as her hips arched against his mouth in orgasm.
He sat up and swiped a hand across his mouth quickly before moving back up her body, watching her bask in the afterglow. As she began to come down, her eyes fluttered open to find him watching her. She smiled bashfully and he couldn’t stop the grin growing on his face.
“I think you’re a little overdressed,” she said slyly, still breathy and shaky, as she glanced down at his boxers.
He followed her line of sight. “I think you may be right. Care to give me a hand?”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth while her hands skimmed down the planes of his chest to the hem of his underwear. She let her nails rake across his abdomen and then hooked her thumbs into the band of the fabric and pushed it down his hips as far as she could. When her short arms couldn’t move farther down she wrapped her leg around his and used it to push the boxers off his legs and onto the floor.
“Much better,” she grinned up at him.
Logan lowered himself flush against her, allowing his cock to rest along her opening, causing it to jerk against the wetness. “Yes, much,” he hissed. He rocked his hips, sliding along her folds, spreading her wetness, causing her to arch against him. Her hands spanned over his forearms, but gripped tightly when he dragged his throbbing erection across her clit. He settled back down on his arms, kissing her roughly and deeply as he ground his hips against her, drawing long, breathy moans from her. She was so lost in the feeling of him against her that she didn’t notice when he released her mouth and watched her as he continued his work, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
As her grip on his arms tightened like a vice, he turned his mouth to her breasts, dipping expertly to capture a nipple in between his teeth and biting gently. Then he took the other, repeating the process. That was the last bit she needed as she rocked hard against his dick and let out a low breath. He could feel her climax onto his cock. To hell if she could take anymore - he couldn’t!
He sat up on his knees and reached over her panting body to his nightstand, extracting a foil pack. With shaking hands he ripped it open and rolled the condom over his hardened cock. Before she had even come down from her high he pushed inside her, slick from his work and groaned loudly, enjoying the sensation of her body wrapping around him. Her nails raked down his chest, leaving red lines on his skin in their wake. He eased himself almost completely out and enjoyed the whimpering sound she made. Who was he to deny her the satisfaction? Ever so slowly he stroked back into her until she had taken in all of him.
Her head arched back and she ground her hips against him, causing him to gasp at the new sensations tingling up his body. She may not have had many partners before him, but she knew how to make his brain shut down with one fluid motion. He struggled to regain control of the situation and began to pull out slowly. He could see her lower lip jut out into a pout and he grinned, knowing that she wanted him back inside her body. He gripped her hips tightly and slammed into her roughly. Her eyes popped open, staring unseeingly at the ceiling, and she inhaled sharply.
Logan’s features immediately turned into concern. “Did that hurt?”
Her eyes drew down to meet his and she shook her head. “No,” she said slowly. “Just… interesting.”
He lowered himself onto his elbows and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “If something hurts, tell me. I’ll stop.” His hand carefully brushed away the hair in her face
She couldn’t help the smirk that curled her lips. “And since when do you care if you hurt me?” She asked softly. “Just a few hours ago you were going at it harder than that.”
He shook his head and a smile flitted across his mouth. “Like you said, that was a quick fuck in the back of a car. This,” he said, stroking carefully out of her and watching her eyes flutter at the feel of his cock pulling against her clit. “This is incredibly hot sex. It’s not supposed to hurt. It’s supposed to feel good.” He pushed back into her, hard, but careful not to hurt her. “Does it feel good?”
Her voice failed her as he continued to stroke in and out of her, slowly and deeply. She could only nod her response and her eyes began to glaze in pleasure. He smiled again and captured her mouth with his own, tongue dancing in time with his thrusts. He finally pulled his mouth away when she began to moan intelligibly every time he plunged back into her. He buried his head in her shoulder, planting soft kisses as he quickened his pace.
Their breathing rapidly became faster and harder to control. Veronica’s hands groped at Logan’s back as she began to tighten around him. He could feel her edging toward release and pulled his head from her shoulder, thrusting as deeply as he could. She screamed his name in ecstasy as he felt her spasm around him. His eyes clamped shut in the desperate need to control himself, to not allow it to end quite yet. He’d be damned if he didn’t make her go over more than once this time. Earlier it had been about convenience and need and her being a fucking cock tease, but this time - this time - was about proving to her that Logan Echolls could deliver on a promise. He was going to make sure she would be coming back for more.
As soon as he felt her pulsations begin to subside he slowed his pace again, building her back up. He started a slow and steady rhythm, watching her carefully for her reactions. Her breathing had not yet recovered and her nails were still clamped firmly into his back. He would probably bruise, but he wasn’t really concerned at the moment. Besides, he was used to covering up bruises. Though, those were not as enjoyable to receive as these. But now was not the time to be thinking of those things. No, now was the time to watch the petite blonde beneath him enjoy the feel of his cock inside her.
That did the trick. He picked up the pace and her soft moaning began again. He had already learned her cycle. As soon as he hit the right spot, the moaning would start, and then she would grip at his back and drag her nails down the length of it. As soon as she was about to hit orgasm her head would fall back.
A few thrusts later he could feel her nails dragging along his spine and he immediately began to stroke faster. She started to contract and he roughly thrust into her, this time, however, he could not hold back. He came inside her and collapsed on top of her, her body shaking weakly under him. They gasped harshly for air and her arms tightened around him imperceptibly.
When his breathing resumed to a more manageable level he carefully crawled off the bed and padded over to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He returned quickly to find Veronica on her side, curled under the covers, uncharacteristically relaxed. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight as he climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around her, holding her body close to his. He placed feather light kisses along the back of her shoulders as his fingers idly caressed her naked skin. A few moments later he drifted off into sleep.
He awoke an hour later when Veronica climbed out of bed and began frantically gathering her clothes that had been thrown about the room.
“What are you doing?” His voice thick from sleep.
“Getting dressed. What does it look like?” Her voice was quiet and he could see the night sky poking through his curtains. “How could you let me fall asleep?”
“Didn’t think it mattered. I figured you were too weak to even move,” he smirked triumphantly. Veronica shook her head and retreated to the bathroom in her bra and underwear to fix her mussed hair.
“Where are you going?” He asked casually, sitting up and resting back against the headboard.
“You’re not my keeper, Logan. I don’t have to tell you what I do.” She returned to the room looking irritated.
“Yeah, but I know you’re bursting to spill, so why don’t you?” He pulled his arms behind his head, looking pleased with himself.
Veronica rolled her eyes as she tugged on her pants. “I’m going to San Diego for a dorm party.”
He raised a questioning eyebrow to her. “I didn’t figure you for the partying sort anymore.”
“And that’s why we’re only having hot, meaningless sex. So we don’t actually have to know each other. Or like each other for that matter,” she deadpanned, pulling her shirt over her head.
“Ouch. You say it like you mean it,” Logan responded, mock insulted.
Veronica crossed the room to the bed. Leaning in, she planted a soft kiss to Logan’s lips. “Oh, but I do.” Pulling back, she grinned.
Logan shook his head at her and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her onto the bed, and straddled her. “You won’t for very long. Trust me.” His eyes flashed wickedly as he crushed her mouth with a sensual kiss.
Veronica wrapped her arms around Logan’s back and hooked a leg around his, swiftly rolling them so that she was now on top of him. “Oh, but I don’t trust you,” she smirked. She climbed off of him and walked to the door. Stopping, she turned back and blew him a kiss with a wink. She smiled conspiratorially and left the room. The unmade bed and a very satisfied Logan were the only evidence she had even been there.