“You’re halfway there,” she murmured.
“Here?” Even as he was questioning her, his hand moved to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her taut nipple.
“If you want. Or maybe you’d be willing to teach me how to have sex in a car.” She nodded toward the vehicle he’d left parked in the driveway.
“Maybe,” he said calmly.
Toni squeaked in surprise when he scooped her into his arms and carried her across the porch and down the steps to the car. He set her bare ass on the cool hood of the vehicle, and she jumped when the temperature registered. Logan spread her legs and stepped forward, rubbing the rough fabric of his bulging jeans against the heated, sensitive flesh between her thighs. He kissed her again, stealing her breath, stealing every logical thought. She reached for his fly, wanting him—needing him—closer. Inside her. He caught her hands and held them against hard steel as he kissed his way down her chest, her belly. The tip of his tongue flicked against her throbbing clit so gently that she scarcely felt it. He continued with the same maddening, barely touching flicks of his tongue—teasing her there, faster, oh yes, faster—until she was moaning and squirming and tugging against the hold he had on her wrists. She somehow managed to keep her legs wide open for him, trusting that he’d eventually give her the mind-shattering orgasm she craved.
Her pussy quivered with need—aching and swollen, drenched, tingling. Hot. Christ, she was on fire. Logan completely ignored her need to be possessed, still barely flicking his tongue against her sensitive clit until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she said. “You have to fuck me.”
“I have to?”
She didn’t find his amused tone the least bit funny. “God, yes. You have to.”
“Not yet.”
He continued to tease her with those feather-light tongue flicks. She hadn’t thought it was possible to be more aroused than she already was, but she was oh so wrong. He took her higher, higher, until she was far beyond her normal breaking point.
“If you want to come, think naughty thoughts,” he said.
Toni moaned, enslaved by the slight change in stimulation brought by his breath against her heated flesh.
“You told me not to think during sex,” she reminded him. It had been hard to turn off her thoughts at first, but now she did it automatically. She didn’t want to think. She wanted to feel. Feel him.
“Think of how your pussy feels when it’s stuffed with my cock.”
Yes, that was exactly what she wanted to feel. His words inspired vivid memories of his cock inside her. She cried out as her pussy clenched hard on nothing. She filled her aching emptiness with thoughts. The way he looked when he came. The sound of his voice when he whispered her name, when he told her he loved her. The feel of his skin beneath her palms and lips, against her belly and her breasts. Between her thighs. The way his scent lingered on her body even when he was absent. How he consumed her inside and out when he made love to her. She visualized his cock sliding in and out of her, his tongue against her nipple, his finger slipping into her ass.
She wasn’t sure if it was her thoughts or the persistent flick of Logan’s tongue that finally sent her over the edge, but over she went. He shifted upward, captured her screams of bliss in his mouth, pressed her quaking body against his warm chest, and slowly filled her clenching pussy with his thick, rigid cock. He thrust into her slowly, claiming her deeply. Gently. When what she wanted him to do was fuck her hard and fast.
She should have known he knew what she really needed. His tender possession chased her intense orgasm with a sweet, languid pleasure that brought tears to her eyes. When her body settled into his peaceful rhythm, he pressed his face into her neck and whispered, “That’s how you have sex on a car. Are you ready to try it in a car?”
“I will try it in a car. I will try beneath the stars.”
“Will you try it here or there?”
“I will try it anywhere.”
He chuckled and kissed her collarbone. “I do love you, woman. We’re always on the same wavelength.”
“I will try it on a plane,” she continued her X-rated version of a Dr. Seuss rhyme. “I will do it in the rain.”
“Will you try it on a boat? Will you try it with a goat?”
Toni stiffened and pulled away to stare at him in horror.
“Not on a boat. Not with a goat,” he said, shaking his head.
“Yes, on a boat,” she said. “And maybe on a Thanksgiving Day float. But definitely not with a goat.”
“Let’s try in the car first. Your skin is chilled.”
She wouldn’t have noticed the chill at all if he hadn’t been caressing her bare flesh with warm hands.
He opened the car door, shucked his clothes, and left them in the driveway.
“Whose car is this?” Toni asked as she stood in the sharp gravel waiting for him to shove the driver’s seat all the way back and climb inside.
“Ever heard of the band Secondary Launch?” Logan sat in the leather driver’s seat and patted his thighs to encourage her to climb on.
“Of course.”
“It’s Justin Paige’s car.”
Toni knew him to be the band’s vocalist.
“He owed Butch a favor.”
“Everyone owes Butch a favor.”
“I owe him a million.” Logan somehow managed to close the door, and Toni tried to find a comfortable way to ride his cock in the confined space.
He shifted her into a more comfortable position. No, less comfortable, actually.
“Ouch! There’s a gearshift in my ass.”
“Oh, sure, you barely know this car, and yet you’re already giving it privileges you won’t give me.”
She slapped him halfheartedly. “Not inside my ass. It poked me in the hip.”
“You got me all excited for nothing. Back seat?” Logan suggested.
She nodded, and he reclined the seat completely so she could climb over him into the roomier back of the car. He caught her by the hips as she attempted to crawl over his head. She gasped when his tongue lapped at the hole he was so fixated on. She was more than ready to try anal, but it was so much fun to keep him begging for it.
“I can’t believe you’ll let me lick it but you won’t let me fuck it.”
“I’m saving my anal virginity for marriage,” she said as she tugged free of his grasp and flopped into the back seat.