I watched Maddie ramble on incensed and pulled her towards me. “Oh, shut up,” I growled at her before pressing my lips down on hers again. “Just shut up,” I whispered against her mouth, and this time it was she who pushed her tongue into my mouth first. We kissed passionately, as if it were the last kiss that either of us would ever have on earth. I ran my hands down her back and grabbed her ass and pulled her into me so she could feel my arousal against her stomach. I squeezed her ass cheeks and enjoyed the feel of her firm butt against my hands. She pushed her breasts against my chest and I felt her hands in my hair. I opened my eyes and saw her gazing into mine with a sparkly glint. She was loving every second of our encounter, and it crossed my mind that she had deliberately wound me up; she had wanted me to take control of the situation and just shut her up. All of a sudden, I felt even more aroused and I brought her down to the ground with me. If this was what she wanted, who was I to say no?
“Oh, Logan,” she moaned against my mouth, as I slipped my hand up her shirt and cupped her breast over her bra. I slipped my fingers into her bra cup and pinched her nipples, delighting in the sound of her groan at the contact of my skin on hers.
“Sit up,” I commanded her and pulled off her tank top as she sat up and stared at me. I then unclasped her bra and threw it on the ground.
“Take off your shirt as well,” she whispered.
“What?” I stared at her, unsmiling.
“Take off your shirt.”
“I’ll take it off when I’m ready.” I gave her a direct warning look. “If we’re going to do this, we’ll do it as I say.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Lie down.” I watched as she lay back on the ground and smiled before leaning down and taking her naked breast in my mouth. I almost groaned as I tasted her. Her nipple tasted sweet, and I suckled on it as if it were the sweetest confectionary. Maddie shifted underneath me, and I saw her legs spread as if giving me the signal that she was ready for another area to be serviced. All in good time, I thought to myself. I moved my mouth over to her other breast and she cried out as I nibbled on her now extremely hard nipple. I felt her hands on my back, and I knew she was pulling my T-shirt up. I paused, not ready for her to take my shirt off. I shifted and grabbed her arms, pinning them back on either side of her head.
“I told you, I’m not ready to take my shirt off.”
“I want to see your chest.”
“Not now,” I growled down at her, wanting her to be slightly scared, wanting her to pause and think for just a moment, what the fuck am I doing here?
“Okay.” She smiled up at me sweetly. I couldn’t resist her smile. This stupid girl had no idea who she was messing around with. Part of me felt sorry for her, and the other part of me felt sorry for myself. One of us was going to get really hurt. I could already see the heartache; there was nowhere for anything to go between us. It didn’t matter if we were both drawn to each other like moths to a flame. It didn’t matter that we had only met that evening. I knew she couldn’t resist me, because I couldn’t resist her. There was some magnetic pull drawing us together. I’d known it as soon as our eyes had locked earlier. But I wouldn’t have pursued it or her. Liar, a voice in my head called out, why did you pull over then? You were hoping to see her. You were hoping with every fiber of your being.
“Logan,” she whispered up at me, distracting me from my thoughts.
“Yes?” I blinked down at her, unseeing.
“Kiss me.” She leaned up, and I blinked again and saw her staring up at me with beautiful, open, shining eyes. Shit, there was an emotion there that I didn’t want to see. “Kiss me.”
I reached down and pulled my shirt off and threw it on the ground. I saw her eyes widen in shock at the huge scar on my abdomen, and as she opened her mouth to talk, I reached down to kiss her. I didn’t want to talk about the scar. My chest crushed down on her breasts as we kissed and rolled around. My fingers trailed down her stomach and I crept them down to the top of her jeans and unsnapped the button. I looked up at her to make sure it was okay, and she nodded. I popped the button quickly, and then unzipped her jeans and pulled them off. I stared at her in wonder. She looked like a beautiful angel beckoning to me in only a pair of black lace panties. I ran my fingers in between her legs and she gasped as I slipped them into her panties. I grinned as I felt her wetness; she was as ready for this as I was. I rubbed against her gently, listening to the sounds of her moaning as I brought her close to a climax with just my fingers. I increased the pressure of my fingers, and watched as she writhed on the ground beneath me, her eyes getting darker and darker. Just as I felt she was about to come I removed my fingers from her and she cried out in protest.
I didn’t hesitate as I felt her hands on my button, and I allowed her to unbutton my jeans before I yanked them off and sat there in my boxers.
She reached her hand into the fly of my boxers and grabbed hold of me cautiously. She grinned as she felt my hardness in her hands, and I smiled at her before pushing her back down on the ground. I positioned myself between her legs so she could feel my hardness next to her. She moaned, and we rolled around in the grass, touching and exploring each other’s bodies. Within a few minutes, her panties and my boxers were also off and I looked down at her with a question in my eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure.” She nodded and pulled me down. “Fuck me, Logan,” she whispered in my ear seductively, as she arched her back up to me. I couldn’t take it any longer, and I centered myself at her entrance and pushed myself inside of her. She cried out as I entered her. I moved slowly at first, but I just couldn’t hold back, and I increased my pace so I could feel her enclosed tightly around me. I stared down into her eyes as I moved back and forth, and the intensity of the desire in hers turned me on even more. I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers again, wanting to taste her as I took her. My lips crushed down on hers and she kissed me back hard, as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
She scratched my back and I felt her body shuddering underneath mine as she came.
“Logan!” she screamed over and over again, and I felt my body spark with electricity before I burst into her and then slowly withdrew myself, collapsing next to her. I lay flat on my back and she leaned over and rested her head on my chest, her fingers trailing along my chest. I saw her staring at my scar, and she ran her fingers down and touched it gingerly. I saw her glance up at me to make sure it was okay, and I nodded and played with her hair.
“That was wonderful,” she exclaimed breathlessly.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” I smiled at her, too satiated to say much else.
“We should do it again.”
“Not now.” I laughed. “Unfortunately, I’m not Superman.”
“Maybe tomorrow?” She looked up at me, and my breath caught. I looked away from her causally.
“I’m busy tomorrow.”
“All night?”
“You should stay at home and out of trouble, Maddie.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You shouldn’t be sleeping with random men the first night you meet them.” I turned to her, and caressed her breast as I told her off. “It’s not safe.”
“You’re safe.” She giggled. “That tickles.”
“Why did you steal that cop car, Maddie? And why did you get in my car?”
“I just wanted to see what it would be like …” Her voice trailed off. “I needed a break.”
“You could have gotten into serious trouble. You could have gotten arrested.”
“It would have been fine.” She shook her head.
“You don’t want a record,” I lectured her, but I realized the irony of my words. “You have your whole life ahead of you.”
“If you hate crime so much, why do you steal?” She spoke earnestly, and I looked at this girl I had only known for a few hours and laughed. No one had ever seen me for who I was in my whole life. Or asked me such a question.
“Who says I hate crime?”
“It’s obvious.” She looked at me with sad eyes. “So why do you do it?”
“Why does anyone become a criminal?”
“You’re not going to tell me?” She looked hurt.
“I don’t know you, Maddie.” I scowled. “We had sex, that’s it. We didn’t become best friends. I’m not going to divulge all my secrets in some post-coital bliss.”
“Why are you so mean to me?”
“I’m not mean. And why do you care? You’re a young, beautiful girl with the world at your feet. What does it matter to you what I do or say?”
“Logan Martelli, I wish you would get that chip off of your shoulder.”
“I wish you would be smarter about who you get into cars with and sleep with right away.”
“You weren’t complaining ten minutes ago.” She ran her finger down the side of my face. “And don’t you dare call me a slut or easy.”
“I would never say that.”
“Sure, I know most girls say this, but this is the first time that…”