Sixteen
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“You like that.” The sensual, sweet smell of Sam’s desire filled the car, affecting him in ways he hadn’t expected. She did like that, he could tell by the way she inhaled and exhaled slowly, her gaze trained on his hand between her legs. “You like watching me.”
Focusing on the road and keeping a safe distance from the slower traffic in front of him took considerable concentration. The drive to his house seemed to be endless, but he wanted to get home. Now. All the while, he wanted to play out her darkest fantasy’s right here in his car.
It wasn’t an accident that he took the most traveled roads, those that would allow him to sit at a red light, other cars idling beside his as they waited for another light to turn green. He knew the tinted windows wouldn’t allow anyone to see inside, but the rush of knowing they would want to only added to the sexual excitement coursing through his veins.
“You’re so wet, baby. Is this what you wanted? Did you want my finger deep inside of you?”
“Yes.”
One breathless syllable escaped as he watched Sam push herself further into the seat, her hips grinding as she rode his finger, seeking her own pleasure. The light turned green, and he put his foot on the gas, continuing to divide his attention between his finger deep inside her soft, wet heat and the road in front of him.
He wasn’t in a rush. He wouldn’t let her come yet. That would be later. Much later. He wanted to devour her for hours, but right now, he couldn’t help but continue on the path he was on. The glorious path that would ultimately lead to her pleasure - and his, as well. Right now, his pleasure was derived by the look in her eyes, the sensual sound of her erratic breathing.
“That’s it, baby.” He coaxed as she lifted one hand to her breast, squeezing the way he wanted to. “You’re so tight, so fucking hot for me.”
His house appeared in the distance far sooner than he would have liked, but he pulled into the driveway and hit the button in the car that would raise the garage door. As he waited to drive forward, he ground the palm of his hand against her clit, her sweet moans filling the interior of the car. Sam was heading straight to the pinnacle, her breaths choppy, her hands gripping his forearm as she tried to guide him the way she wanted.
Once inside the garage, Logan slowed his pace, shutting off the engine and closing the garage door behind them. Turning toward her, he pulled his hand from between her legs, she kept her eyes trained on his fingers the entire time. When she licked her lips, his cock twitched, throbbed. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he brought his finger to his mouth, slowly licking her juices from the single digit.
Her eyes went wide, her lips parted, and Logan took the opportunity to lean over and put his lips on hers. When their tongues met, he maintained a slow, deliberate kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She might have been surprised, but Sam vigorously returned his kiss.
Sam apparently thought she was in control of the situation as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, her small teeth gently tugging as he squeezed the back of her neck. He gave her a moment to torment him the way he’d been doing to her for the last few minutes.
The plans for the rest of the night would require a level of trust from her that he hoped she’d give him. After all they’d done that day, all of the ways she’d given herself over to him, Logan impatiently wanted more. He wanted to push her to her limits, cross the boundaries she’d unknowingly set for herself. And he feared he could no longer wait.
Massaging the back of her neck, Logan leaned back far enough so their eyes would meet. “Do you trust me Sam?”
He expected her hesitation, wanted her to think about what it is he would ask of her.
“I trust you.” She whispered.
Logan heard her, but he could see the conflicting emotions in her eyes. She wanted to trust him, but it was obviously hard for her. He silently vowed to never hurt her. He would go to the ends of the earth to make her happy, no matter what that might be.
“I want you to trust me implicitly. I won’t hurt you, Sam. I promise you. And I don’t break my promises.”
“I think that’s one promise no one can make.”
“I can. Now trust me. Tonight. Trust me and let me please you.” When she nodded, he continued. “You have to actually trust me. Do everything I ask of you, without question.”
There was curiosity in her crystalline green eyes; she wanted this, even if she was scared.
“Remember how I gave myself over to you today? I want you to do the same.”
She nodded again, her eyes back on his lips, and he held back the smile of victory. Samantha Kielty was his, completely, and tonight he would show her just how much so.
“No questions.” He repeated, making sure she understood.
Her final nod was all he needed. “First, we have to get you out of this dress.”
“Logan, we’re still in the car.”
He smiled. “We are. But only you will leave the car, the dress will stay.”
“But I don’t have much underneath it.”
“Exactly. Remember, you have to do exactly as I say.” He stated firmly, reminding her of her agreement to trust him.
He could see the internal battle waged in the depths of her eyes. She was confused, excited, but most of all, she was curious. He waited patiently for her to comply.
“Ok.”
Logan turned her slightly so he could reach the zipper on the back of the dress, letting his fingers trail down her smooth skin as he slowly loosened the silk. He let the silky dress slide down over her breasts, revealing the soft lace bra beneath, what little there was of it.
He could see her nipples through the lace, his dick once again throbbing inside the confines of his slacks. They weren’t going to get much farther inside the cramped confines of the car, so he instructed her to stay where she was, opened the driver’s door and exited. As he walked around to the opposite side, he readjusted himself to ease some of the pain in his groin.
He was anxious to get her naked, to get his hands on her, his mouth. God he had no restraint when it came to Sam.
After opening her door, he offered his hand to help her out of the car. Once she was standing before him, the silk dress slid further down, finally pooling in a black puddle at her feet. She stepped out of the ring of fabric, and he returned the dress to the passenger seat of the car, shutting the door behind her.
For a moment, he took in the sight of her, standing in his well-lit garage, her tanned body clad in only thigh high stockings, the cock teasing garters, a black lace bra and the three inch black heels. He wanted to take a picture of her, to have something to remind him of this night, but that would likely have her running for the hills. Not to mention, he wasn’t into that. There’d be many more opportunities for him to see her like this, no reason to capture it on film.
Her wobbly smile told Logan she was nervous, so he made sure she could see the heat in his eyes, pressing himself against her so she could feel the evidence of his desire for her. Turning her, Logan pressed his hand to the small of her back and guided her toward the house. Once inside, he noticed the cool air caused goose bumps along her skin, her nipples puckering sweetly. They didn’t stop; he continued to lead her to the French doors that would take them to the back patio.
He watched her reaction as she noticed the pool and veranda had been decorated for their arrival. There were candles, encased in glass, lit and surrounding the pool. The only light was from the flicker of the small flames that lined the water. He’d considered her modesty when he’d set his plan in motion, but he’d refused to not be able to see her.
“It’s hot enough to go for a swim, but it would be a waste to let you remove those stockings. There’s been a slight change of plans.” He motioned her over to one of the cushioned lounge chairs and pointed for her to sit, making sure she saw his demand.
Sam was ever graceful as she lowered herself onto the chair, the warm breeze gently blowing her hair, her chest heaving, her breasts beautifully encased in the sexy black lace. When she finally got comfortable, Logan didn’t say anything more. She had pulled her legs out in front of her, but she didn’t try to hide herself from him, which he’d allow for now.
Leaving her alone momentarily, Logan returned to the outdoor kitchen, pulling a bottle of wine from the small refrigerator, and taking two glasses from the overhead rack. He kept his attention on her as he poured the wine, noticing how she was trying not to fidget in her seat. He couldn’t hold back the smile. An image of her sunbathing nude on the same chair she laid on now played in his mind. He could imagine coming home to her, seeing her there, finding her wet and ready for him. His dick throbbed, but he ignored it.
There would be time for that later. Right now was about her and even though she thought the sight of her nakedness was only for him, he knew it made her come alive. He had seen it on the boat when he looked at her. She was a very passionate woman, and he planned to live out his greatest fantasies tonight. There was a small risk, but he was willing to take it just to take her to places she had never known before.
Returning to Sam, Logan handed her a glass of wine, taking a second to admire the view. Seeing her so vulnerable, yet trusting, was pushing Logan to his limits, beyond his own self-control. But that was part of the purpose, part of what heightened the arousal. Until this afternoon, on his boat, Logan had thought he was an extremely patient man. When it came to Sam, she tested that belief.
“Do you still trust me, baby?” Logan asked as he watched her, sipping his wine and trying to calm his rioting libido. He needed this to last, he needed to last.
~*~*~
How the hell she managed to hold on to even an ounce of her normally abundant composure was beyond Sam. The man was enjoying himself immensely, and Sam was so far out of her element, she didn’t know which way to go from here.
Here she was, laid out mostly naked, in Logan’s backyard on full display for him. To answer his question, did she trust him? Completely. And that was as foreign to her as being naked outside, or shedding her clothes in a sports car.
“I trust you.” She told him now, keeping her gaze on his, and showing as little fear as possible, though her body was shaking slightly. “I just hope you can handle what you’re putting us both through.”
When he first suggested that she basically give herself over to him tonight, she’d been reluctant. Shedding the majority of her clothing in his Corvette had been the first step, and along the way, she seemed to have shed some of her reservations, as well. Right now, she felt up to the challenge and watching Logan as he loomed over her was definitely a challenge.
Just when she thought she might be kidding herself, she couldn’t actually handle what Logan had in store for her, he took a seat in a chair across from her.
With his clean shaven face, his slightly rumpled hair, Logan looked like an ad for GQ magazine. He fit the bill of a high paid executive, still dressed in his dress shirt and slacks, though he was no longer sporting a tie. His white button down shirt accented his biceps and his forearms, but she wished he would take it off. His dress slacks were creased perfectly and fit him remarkably well, but she could see the hard ridge of his erection pressing firmly against the fabric.
Once he looked his fill, he would be taking off his clothes, she was sure of it.
“Spread your legs for me, Sam.” It was an order, not a request, and Sam debated for a fleeting second on whether she would oblige him. Before she had mentally come to a decision, her legs spread on their own; her apparent need outweighing her common sense.
Taking the game one step further, Sam spread her legs, placing her feet on either side of the lounge chair, her heels firmly on the concrete beneath her. She kept one hand beside her on the cushion, the other holding the wine glass he had given her. As she watched his reaction, she heard his cell phone ring. As if they weren’t in the middle of something incredibly intimate, Logan picked up his phone from beside him and punched a button, then put the phone to his ear.
“Logan McCoy.”
The sexy way he said his name had Sam’s eyes glued to him. Who could he be talking to? Who was important enough that Logan would allow them to interrupt what was happening right at this moment. For some perverse reason, the fact that he had answered the phone stimulated Sam more. The person on the other end of the phone would have no idea what he was doing right at that moment.
“I couldn’t agree more. Yes, very tempting.”
Sam heard his words, and she was almost certain he was talking about her. But that couldn’t be. Her heart began pounding against her chest, and she took another sip of wine to try and calm her now rioting nerves.
“No, plans haven’t changed. Will do.” He put the phone back onto the table beside him and took a sip from the glass he was still holding.
“No questions?” He teased her as he put his wine glass down on the table next to his phone.
“Why would I have questions?” Sam had to force the words to come out. She didn’t want him to know that whatever that conversation was about had her curious, and highly turned on. Was he talking about her? If so, what the hell was it about?
“Just thought I would check.”
Sam gave herself a mental pat on the back. Somehow she managed to play that very cool, despite the very uncool way her body was heating up. Knowing this little peep show was going to have to get moving soon, Sam tried to remain calm.
“When you’re alone at night, thinking about me, do you touch yourself?”
Thankfully she hadn’t been sipping her wine, because Sam was sure she would have choked. The look on Logan’s face said he was serious, but she had never before had someone ask her such a thing. For some reason, she wanted to tell him.
“Answer me, Samantha.”
His tone was more forceful, and she hated to admit that she felt more moisture seeping from her pussy. “Sometimes.”
There, she admitted it. She had answered his question honestly.
“Good girl.” Logan sat his wine glass on the table and leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. “I want you to play with yourself.”
Sam didn’t react right away; she just took a sip of her wine, staring at him over the glass. She could do this, she knew she could. This wasn’t a setup. This was about the two of them and what they shared. If he wanted to test her, she would play along. She pledged to get him back for this in any way possible.
“Now.”
He barked the single word, causing Sam to jump. This was the dominating part of Logan McCoy that she’d gotten a glimpse of earlier. The part of him that had her questioning her sanity, but the same part she was secretly drawn to.
She held out her wine glass, silently requesting that he refill it. She needed encouragement, even if it was of the liquid variety.
“In a minute. Sit the glass down.” Logan stated, not moving from his seat.
Feeling a bite of humiliation at being denied her request, Sam held her breath, sitting her glass on the concrete beside her chair. She moved one hand up to her stomach, and then slowly slid it upward, toward her lace clad breasts. Cupping her breast gently, lifting it higher, her hand covering it almost entirely as she let her fingers gently massage the soft mound.
She hoped like hell she didn’t look like an idiot.
She used her other hand to cup her right breast, giving it the same attention. She squeezed harder, her eyes threatening to shut as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Sam had never imagined herself sitting here like this, practically groping herself, and she wasn’t naive enough to believe she wouldn’t turn herself on as she continued.
With Logan, Sam knew tonight wasn’t going to be about one orgasm. Rightfully so, she could feel the first one building, the tight squeeze down low, the tingling sensation reaching out to every extremity from somewhere deep inside. It wasn’t just from touching herself, it was the fact that Logan was watching her every move.
Knowing she had to venture lower, if for nothing else than to ease the ache within her, Sam slid her hand back over her stomach, lower, until she reached the soft, hairless skin of her mound. She slid her forefinger and her middle finger down, separating the wet flesh so she was opened completely to him. His position in the chair across from her would give him the best view.
“That is so fucking sexy, Sam. I love to watch you touch yourself.”
“I like it when you watch.” She admitted. It was an incredible turn on to have him watching her.
“What would you say if someone else was watching you?”
The finger she’d been moving over her clit stilled for a second, a sudden chill shooting straight up her spine. Did that turn her on more? Her finger once again resumed the sensual massage.
For once in her life, her common sense was battling between good and bad, right and wrong. Her curiosity had peaked, and she wanted to know who else was watching her. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she was capable of this sort of activity.
“Well, I guess that depends.” She hadn’t expected to say anything, yet those words had clearly come out of her mouth.
“Depends on what?” Logan asked, still seated with his arms folded across his broad chest, his erection the only visible sign that he was affected at all.
“Is it a man or a woman?” She asked, wondering if they were still speaking in the hypothetical sense.
“A man.”
She slowed her finger, briefly pausing to comprehend what he had just told her. This wasn’t hypothetical. Not based on the way he answered that question. Sam glanced down to see that her hands were still moving, she was still holding her pussy lips open so he could watch as she strummed her clit with one finger.
“Then, I guess it depends on what he wants from me.” She was nervous, but she continued to play along. She trusted Logan. If she backed out now, he would keep her safe, she knew that much. The crazy thing was… she didn’t want to back out now.
“Only what you will let him have.”
“Is it what you want?” She asked him, realizing that his body was growing harder by the minute. She had let her middle finger slip into her pussy, and she was slowly pressing inside, willing herself not to come too soon.
“Yes.”
Logan was being honest with her. There was someone watching, and since he had obviously set this up, it was what he wanted. And Sam found that she wanted what he did. If it would please him, she was game.
Then she thought about some of the erotic novels she’d read, remembering some of the scenarios and how they had played out. She wanted a safe word. Sam might be all for pleasing Logan, but right now, at this moment, it was still all just talk. If this were to progress, she wanted to know that she had a way out in case things got too… hot.
“Then I’d have to say it makes me wet.” Sam admitted, finally answering his original question. She slid another finger deep inside, joining the first, as her muscles began to spasm around her fingers. She was going to come. Knowing Logan and apparently another man were watching her, Sam was going to…
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” Logan urged her on, sending her right over the precipice and into the abyss.
Samantha rode out the waves of pleasure that coursed through her, keeping her eyes closed and her hands still.
“Open your eyes, Sam.” Logan instructed, his voice sounding much closer than before.
When she opened her eyes, she found him standing beside her, the heat in his eyes evident, even in the near dark. “From now on, you won’t come until I tell you to.”
Sam nodded her understanding, her body still blissfully sated, but the glowing embers that had been doused briefly were beginning to ignite once more. “Do I get a safe word that stops everything if I can’t take it anymore?”
Logan tilted his head slightly, looking somewhat bewildered by her question. “Yes.”
Sam liked that she’d caught him off guard. After all, he’d just made her come with her own hands, out in the open for anyone to see her. This was becoming a common event, now that she thought about it.