Fic: Triangulations, L/V, NC-17 WIP 1/?
Title: Triangulations, WIP 1/?
Author:gertinator
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica, ensemble and OCs
Word Count: 6261
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The epic continues. Sequel to Full Circle which can be found at my archive.
Spoilers/Warnings: I went AU from 2.22, and now it is about 9 years in the future. Graphic smut, and possible violence once the mystery gets started.
A/N: I am not sure about the mystery yet, but I promised the first chapter this weekend, so I just filled it up with smut. And oh, dear lord, I don't know what has come over me with the smut lately. *fans self* *winks* Any complaints? No, I didn't think so. *grins* Prompts were plastic tiara, physics as a school topic and zipper. I have a lot of prompts, but this is a sequel so it makes sense there should be more prompts per chapter, right? (Full prompt list.)
Part 1
"Having second thoughts?" Logan asked, coming up behind his bride-to-be and pulling her in close for a hug. She dropped the RSVP list she had been scanning and turned around in his arms.
"Having second thoughts about putting Weevil in charge of your bachelor party," she teased, eyebrow raised.
"Hey, I would have picked Wallace to be my Best Man but you stole him away to be your Maid of Honor. I can't believe he agreed to that." Logan chuckled. "I still think you should have made him wear a dress like the others."
"He's the Man of Honor, thank you very much," said Veronica, pushing off Logan's chest. "And he was my BFF when no one else wanted me."
"I wanted you," said Logan, pulling her closer and kissing down the side of her neck. Veronica rolled her eyes. They had been through this so many times.
"You hated me." It was just a fact, it didn't hold any edge anymore.
"I hated how much I wanted you," he said, his breath hot against her skin. He gave his hips a slight twirl so that his growing erection rubbed against her. Veronica groaned, then pushed away again.
"You are trying to distract me from Weevil and the bachelor party," she said suspiciously, trying not to give in to the urge to rub against him and purr like a cat. Damn the boy for being so sexy.
"How come he's Eli when you like him and Weevil when I like him?" Logan asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"I wasn't aware that you ever liked him until he was suddenly your best man," snorted Veronica.
"Come on, Veronica. Best Man pickings were slim, and the old Earwig has come through for me once or twice." At Veronica's look, Logan sighed. The girl had to know every detail all the time. It was just her way. "I would have asked Pete, but his mom is so sick, he's not even sure he can make the wedding. Your dad has other higher priorities, as does Wallace. It would have been fun to have Trina and complete the gender bending, but you know how she is. It would have freaked her out to be that unconventional, and she would have been totally paranoid about what people were saying behind her back."
Logan paused thoughtfully for a minute. His relationship with Trina had gotten stronger over the years, maybe due to their constant lack of proximity. It was much easier to be close to her when she was on another coast. "I think she would have done it for my sake, but it would have made her really uncomfortable. I couldn't do that to her." He sighed. "And I am sure lightening would have struck me down if I tried to confer the title on Dick. So who am I left with? Weevil." He paused, then smirked. "I guess I could have put an ad in the paper, but that's so impersonal, don't you think?"
"I am surprised you even invited Dick." Veronica tried to keep the edge out of her voice, but Logan knew her so well that he was not fooled.
"Honestly? I am surprised he's coming, and that he agreed to be in the wedding party." Logan gave Veronica a pleading look. His feelings about Dick were a jumble, and it didn't help matters that he would never be able to actually talk it out with the man in question. Veronica hated Dick and it was totally justified. But he still stood as one of the few fixtures in Logan's life. Logan had so few people who knew any part of his real self that it was difficult to let go of one, even for Veronica's sake.
Logan hadn't seen Dick since he had accused his old friend of being a serial killer. And found out Dick was an accomplice to Veronica's rape. Logan wasn't sure if he'd be hugging Dick when he saw him, or punching him in the face. Maybe both. Dick probably felt the same way about him. Dick had taken two weeks to get back to him about being a groomsman. Logan suspected the wife had put the pressure on to attend, since the wedding was going to be a total society event, thanks to Ruthie.
"We could still drop this all and get married by Elvis in a drive through chapel in Vegas," Logan suggested, not entirely joking. He had never particularly wanted a big wedding.
"Ruthie would kill us!" Veronica laughed, and Logan could see she was tempted. Maybe not by Elvis, per se, but certainly by the idea of dumping the formal arrangements and running away together.
"All I want is you," Logan said seriously, tugging her back into his arms and kissing her deeply. "It doesn't matter to me how it happens."
"We're doing this for Rita," Veronica said. "To get you back in the proper shade of limelight. It'll be okay." She kissed him again, pushing him down into a chair and straddling his lap. "Keep kissing me like that and I'll forget my name, much less the wedding and the trouble you and Weevil can get in together."
"Sounds like a plan, Ms. Soon-to-be-Echolls." Logan wrapped himself around his petit fiance and assured her everything would be all right in the best way he knew how. With his tongue deep in her mouth.
********
"Okay," said Wallace. "I know I am supposed to preside over this event, and usually I would loooove to hang in a room full of lovely ladies like this but..."
"But you are anxious to go join the menfolk in their debauchery across town," teased Gina. She wiggled a penis lollipop at him, before rolling it across her tongue. "And the party favors make you nervous."
"Well, this isn't really my scene," commented Wallace, surveying the women getting facials and massages, eyes studiously avoiding the cherry flavored penis in his girlfriend's hand. And mouth. She could have at least picked chocolate and given him some reassurance... and maybe a few minutes together in the back bedroom. This was like being a kid in the candy store, but being far too disturbed by the candy to partake. "The towel look is very nice and all, I do appreciate that." He ogled Gina and gave her a wink. "I'm just not sure I could carry it off."
"Go!" came a muffled voice from one of the tables. "I'm sick of your whining. Go keep an eye on Logan for me." Wallace walked over to where Veronica was being pummeled by a masseuse the size of a linebacker. But much more scantily clad. In fact, none of the massage boys were wearing much clothes, and that was all the more reason to get the hell out of Dodge. No way was Wallace letting a half naked Russian name Hugo touch him. When he had handed Gina his credit card and the right to make all decisions for this night, he had not planned on sticking around for the festivities.
Wallace kissed the back of Veronica's head, trying to ignore the moaning sounds she was making for Vlad. God, a room filled with moaning women and he was making a run for it. He was never going to live this down. Of course, the moaning woman on the farthest table was his mother, and that just might scar him for life. Repress, he told himself. Just repress the memory and everything will be okay.
"Have a good time, V. Try to keep Gina out of trouble, will you?" Wallace smirked, before pulling his girl in for a kiss. "Be a good girl, eh, Red?"
"You know how good I am," Gina purred, going back for another, deeper kiss and rubbing against him.
"That's what worries me," he said with a sigh. Lovely. A room full of moaning women in towels and now he had a fierce hard on, too. And a smirking and self satisfied girlfriend who knew about said hard on. It was so time to head for the manly side of town. "Love you," he added, giving her a last peck on the cheek before pulling away.
"My God! I was beginning to think he would never leave," said Shannon, pushing Klaus away and sitting up as soon as the door closed behind Wallace. "I thought for sure the wind-up penis races would have done him in. Any other guy would have been just a streak headed for the door."
"That's why he was my BFF. The boy has stamina." Veronica was still luxuriating under Vlad's ministrations.
"Oh, he has stamina all right..." said Gina suggestively, lounging next to Veronica's table. "Oh, yes... One time - "
"Mother in the room!" commented Alicia, waving her hand in the air, but not quite ready to give up Dirk's attention. "Keep to the PG ratings."
"TMI, Gina. Please," begged Mac, motioning to Lars to indicate she was done. "There are some things I don't want to picture, and Wallace in any... compromising... position? Tops the list." She shuddered, then laughed. "The look on his face for the races was totally priceless though."
"Come on, come on." Shannon was bustling about the room, urging the women to finish their facials and end their massages. "We have less than an hour to get dressed and get on the road. Limo picks us up at 9:30. Front seats for the Chippendales late show in LA." Shannon flashed the tickets in the air. "And we got the premium bridal packet for V."
Veronica turned her head so her voice would not be muffled by the head cushion on the table. Just five more minutes with Vlad and she was sure she would be a completely new woman. "Actually I was kinda planning on a little spy vs. spy at the bachelor party." She winked. "But I don't want to spoil your fun. You should go ahead without me."
"I don't know, crashing the bachelor party sounds mighty intriguing..." Shannon had been totally excited by the Chippendales until the possibility of undercover work and pranking came into play.
"I'm Lone Ranger on this one, Tanto," said Veronica apologetically. "Sorry, kid. But you should totally go slap some scantily clad ass for me."
"I'm taking over the bride's spot, then," said Ruthie, finally able to put in her two cents now that her face mask had been removed. "I damn well deserve it after the pain in the ass of organizing this wedding. I'm supposed to be an agent, damn it, not a PA. And that wedding planner is the biggest twit I have ever met."
"Aww, Ruthie. You know you've loved every manipulative minute of it." Veronica winked at Ruthie. Logan was practically Ruthie's only client these days as she managed Rita's break into the movies. The tiny fireball was burning through Hollywood with her New York take-no-prisoners attitude and Ruthie clearly loved it. She also loved to complain about it.
"As far as I'm concerned, Keith is at a baseball game," Alicia said with a smile. "Don't spoil the image for me."
"He can buy Eli and the kids a hot dog," joked Carmen. "I am with you there. If I don't see it, I can pretend whatever I want. I'm sure he's got a cover story for me, too."
"Alrighty then," said Gina. "Since the Maid of Honor bailed and I am next in line for the throne, I say let's get dressed, grab the champagne and get to that limo." She turned to the men. "We'll be in the back changing, so take your time clearing out. And thanks so much for all you've done," she added flirtatiously, kissing Vlad and Klaus, the two closest guys, on the cheek. She slipped a $50 in each of their waistbands and gave them a pat on the ass for good measure.
Gina was enjoying having unlimited funds and playing sugar momma. Logan had supplemented the evening's fun without mentioning it to Wallace. Gina wholeheartedly approved. A physics teacher at Neptune High did not make enough to send Veronica Mars off in style on the eve of the wedding of the century, but there was no need to tell him that. Let the boy have his pride; he didn't know the half of what she had planned anyway. And he clearly didn't want to know, shirking his Man of Honor duties to run off with the boys.
It was only a minor setback that Veronica was cutting loose. Gina had almost expected it. The super sleuth was never content to not know and a bachelor party was a hotbed of dirty secrets. This night wasn't just about the bride, anyway. This was a ritual, a letting go of a friend as she moved into a new role and a bonding with new friends on the way. Gina and the gang could ogle the strippers just fine without Veronica.
"Ruthie! Ruthie, if you are gonna be the bride, you've got to wear this!" Gina waved a plastic tiara of bejeweled penises at Ruthie and laughed in delight as the older woman grabbed it and shoved it on her head.
"Let's get this show on the road," Ruthie growled. "I'm not getting any younger, you know."
********
Wallace had barely grabbed a beer and made a round of hellos when a loud dance tune started up and a trio of hot, scantily clad girls entered the main suite from the bedroom.
Logan settled into his spot on the couch, ready for the entertainment. Watching the boys get drunk had been fun for a while, but in the end, it only brought up bad memories. The girls would be a nice distraction. Weevil grabbed him, though, and pulled him to his feet.
"No, no, this ain't for you, party boy. I got somethin' special set up for you." Weevil's voice held such a gleeful edge that Logan was suddenly wary. What kind of special things would Weevil plan for him? Tonight of all nights, he really didn't want to know.
"What the hell?" Logan asked. "I don't get to watch the dancing girls? Isn't that the point of the party?" Weevil just smirked at Logan's confusion, and that made his sense of foreboding worse.
Logan eyed Weevil nervously, suddenly unsure of the wisdom of picking him as a Best Man. He had thought they had gotten over all of their old rivalries. Weevil was happily married, he wouldn't try to sabotage Logan's relationship with Veronica, would he?
But Weevil was pulling him out of the party suite and shoving him down the hall, and Logan had a bad, bad feeling about how this was all going to turn out. Thank god he was sober, always sober now, and therefore able to make the kind of clear and sane decisions Veronica would approve of. No more blackouts and heartbreak.
"Alright, white boy. Here you go. Enjoy your last night of freedom." Weevil did a quick little rap rhythm on the door.
"Weevil, whatever you've done - I don't want -" Logan tried to stay cool, it wouldn't serve to have Weevil see his panic. But he had to get away as quickly as possible. Whatever Weevil had set up - and Logan had his suspicions - it was not gonna happen.
"Get your pansy white ass in there, Echolls. I paid good money for this gift." Weevil slid the door key through the sensor and pushed Logan inside despite his protests.
Logan stared at Weevil. Weevil was looking far too smug and Logan's heart sank. In fact, he felt a little nauseous. It probably showed on his face, because Weevil's smirk got even bigger.
"She's the best in the biz, boy, and this is our little secret. I wish I woulda had someone done this for me. Now go at it, boy, she don't have all night. Make it good and dirty, so that you have memories to last a lifetime." He gave Logan one last hard push and slammed the door shut. Logan tried pulling on the handle, but it was jammed. Weevil was clearly holding it from the outside. The bastard. Logan wondered how long the former gang leader was going to hold the door. This had to be some kind of karmic payback torture.
Logan sighed, finally looking into the room nervously. The soul occupant stood at the far dresser lighting a candle. Several other candles were already lit, and the warm glow showed off her fine ass...ets. She was wearing hip high leather boots, fishnets, and a short little dress made of some black filmy material that was sheer enough to show the tight lingerie underneath. Long brunette waves flowed down her back.
If he had been looking at a photograph, Logan might have sighed in admiration, even arousal. But in the flesh, she was a disaster on legs. A danger to all of his hopes and dreams. Veronica would flay him alive, if he ever managed to get over the guilt enough to confess to even being in this room.
Logan Junior heartily approved of the girl, though, even if Logan's brain was ready to make a run for it. And oh, god, she had Kendall's hair. Long forgotten sins rushed back to him, and he though he would be sick right there, all over the carpet. It should have been enough to make his balls crawl right back up in his body, but Logan Junior was focused on the legs. In fishnets. Junior heartily approved of the boots, too, the little traitor added with a jerk. Logan fought his body's reaction and tugged at the door handle, cursing Weevil all the while.
Logan pressed himself against the door, trying to make himself small, transparent, able to walk through walls. He was preparing his refusal speech when the stripper/hooker spoke. "What's the matter, honey? Afraid the little wifey is gonna find out and withhold the missionary for a month?" She glanced over her shoulder at him before lighting another candle.
The voice was unmistakable and Logan breathed a sigh of relief. "Weevil, you bastard," he muttered under his breath. "I'm gonna get you for this." He pushed off from the door and swaggered towards her as she turned around. Familiar blue eyes twinkled at him from under the cascade of brown curls.
"The wife-to-be is a real ballbuster," he said with a grin. "I have good reason to be afraid of her." He fingered one of the curls. "I don't do brunettes. Do you think you could lose the wig?"
"Your friend thought you'd like this look," she purred. "You sure you want me to take it off?"
"My friend," Logan said, biting out the word, "Is gonna be lucky to have his balls tomorrow. You shouldn't trust anything he told you. I like blondes."
"But isn't the little wifey a blonde?" At Logan's nod, she continued, "Well, then, that hardly suits for your last night of freedom, eh?" She tickled a finger down his cheek and was gratified to feel him shiver. A look down told her he was reacting in other ways as well. She nodded with a smirk. "Give me a minute and I'll see what I can do." She sashayed her way into the bedroom, shaking her ass for his benefit.
Logan was riveted and totally, painfully hard. Okay, maybe he wasn't going to kill Weevil after all. He should have known the two would be in cahoots. Logan smirked. This was way better than the show the other boys were getting, that was for damn sure.
His Lady of the Evening, and hopefully the rest of his life, returned, a cropped black wig now covering her head. He recognized it; it had always been one of her favorites when playing undercover parts. He thought it was perfect: enough of her that he could be comfortable, but enough of the exotic to keep with the game.
"And what should I call you?" He asked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "I think my last fling before they strap on the ball and chain should have a name."
She tilted her head and smiled at him. "Rita. Call me Rita."
Logan's cock jumped. Oh, man. This was going to be so good. He would let Weevil live, and maybe even buy him a present.
"Riiiiitaaaah," he drawled, reaching out a hand to pull her in for a kiss. "What a nice name."
Logan knew it was Veronica under the wig, but somehow she tasted just a little different tonight. A little spicier, a little dirtier. It enflamed him and gave him all sorts of ideas as he pushed her towards the bedroom.
"Don't you want the show first?" she asked, stopping their movement with the force of one tiny gloved hand. "Your friend paid for the works."
"Um, whatever you think is best, Rita..." Logan said, in a daze from the kisses and the feel of her curves wrapped in tight satin shifting under the overlay of gauze. Rita pushed him down in a chair and then turned to the ipod in speakers on the dresser. A second later the electronic throbbing of "Closer" from NIN was filling the room. The song was a classic stripper tune and the beat vibrated with sexual heat. Logan's eyes practically rolled back in his head as Veronica stalked towards him and he suddenly noticed the pole that had been installed in the room.
you let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
"Holy shit," he murmured reverently. "I think I already am closer to God." His eyes popped out as 'Rita' began gyrating and writhing up and down the pole in time to the beat. "Weevil is the best Best Man ever!" Logan's cock was achingly hard and he could barely breathe, his head automatically swaying with the beat as he leaned in to see as much of Rita on the pole as possible. His chair was just far enough away that he couldn't quite touch her, but every once in a while, she would slither over to him and grab his outstretched hand, rubbing it up her thigh or over a smooth breast before throwing it off and returning to hump the floor to ceiling bar. It was an excruciating bit of torture and also maddeningly erotic.
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
"My pole wants some attention, too," Logan suggested, sliding down the zipper on his pants to release the pressure. He couldn't help it. Junior was in desperate need of some touching with all the action going on. Rita winked and did another mind boggling shimmy and turn on the pole before crawling to him on her knees - her knees! and rubbing her head up his leg, purring like a cat.
"OH. MY. GOD." said Logan, panting and throwing his head back as she teased his cock with her tongue, her leather wrapped fingers grasping his balls. "I think this is going to kill me, but what a way to go." He moaned loudly at the feel of her slick wet mouth taking him in.
help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
Rita pulled his pants off and then left him, doing obscene things with his discarded pants and the steel rod. Logan would have almost been jealous of the piece of metal if he weren't getting the best show of his life. Dear Lord, when did she learn to do things like this??! And why hadn't he gotten to see the rehearsals?! The chorus started up again, and Logan wholeheartedly agreed.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
He pushed himself up out of the chair with a growl, but she was there in a second, pressing him down with a booted foot.
"Show's not over, Lover. We're both still wearing far too many clothes." The beat slowed down to the unmistakable hynotic trance of Marcy Playground and Rita began to sway. Logan slid his hands up the boot towards her thigh but she pulled away before he got too high.
Hangin' round downtown by myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think about myself
And then there she was
A light sheen of sweat gave a sexy gloss to Rita's skin as she slowed from the racous hard moves of NIN to a more sensuous seduction. She trailed a finger up Logan's shoulder and down the other side, circling him as he sat in the chair, a predatory vibe rolling off of her. She faced him head on and slid her gloved hands under the edge of his shirt, rolling it up his chest. Her eyes were locked with his and electricity flashed between them. She gave him a good view down her cleavage before obscuring it by pulling the shirt over his head.
Rita used the shirt as a sling, throwing it over Logan's shoulders and tugging so that he was pulled forward into her. She leaned in and kissed him slowly, letting her tongue linger in the depths of his mouth. She flung the shirt off and pulled his left leg out into the air. He had kicked his shoes off when she had helped free him of his pants, but he was still wearing his socks. Rita stroked his leg, gyrated against it, kissed her way down the inside towards his thigh, dancing around it like she had the pole, before finally pulling the sock off and setting his leg down. Logan was moaning incoherently by the time she was done. She did a similar dance with his other leg and then retreated to the pole to examine her handiwork while swinging around by one leg.
I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
"Well, now only one of us has too many clothes on," Logan observed with a smirk, stretching out to show off his nakedness, and rubbing a hand down his chest before cupping it around his throbbing cock. He quirked an eyebrow. "Maybe it's time to do something about that?"
Rita gave him a sexy nod and slowly licked her lips. Logan's cock twitched in anticipation. She started with the gloves, pulling them off finger by finger in a slow tease and then throwing them to him. He caught them and held them in his lap. The gauzy dress had an endless row of buttons down the front, and Rita twirled and teased as she unhooked them one by one, finally opening the dress to reveal the tight satin corset and panties set she was wearing. She danced over to Logan, trailing the shear material between his thighs and over his chest before abandoning it on his head. Logan clutched at it, burying his nose in it and breathing in her scent. His cock was stiffer than the metal bar she had been dancing around and leaking appreciation from the head.
Rita returned to the pole and twitched her ass at him with a grin, sliding her hands down her now mostly revealed cheeks and bending over to show that the panties had a special feature. She grinned at him from over her shoulder, sliding her tongue slowly over her lips.
"Oh, my gaaaaaawwwwd. Crotchless undies. You are a dirty girl," he breathed, leaning forward and fisting his dick in his hand. Holy Lord Almighty, he could die right in this moment and not even care. On second thought, though, he was going to spend every last second given to him appreciating the sex goddess that stood in front of him. Veronica seriously had hidden depths that would keep him guessing for the rest of his life. "When do I get to touch?"
Logan was itching to get his hands on her, his cock inside her. He wanted to make her shout out his name at least a dozen times. He could smell her arousal from his seat and he knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
Mama this surely is a dream
Mama this surely is a dream
Yeah mama this must be my dream
The last chorus of the song played and again, Logan was in complete agreement. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up any time soon. The next song started, the Divinyls, and he decided to make his move. No point in letting her touch herself, when he so desperately wanted to feel fishnet sliding against his skin and satin against his mouth. She was just evil enough to tease him through a whole additional song if he didn't end this now.
I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
He stood and stalked towards her. She stepped away from the pole, but he pushed her back, turning her and posing her to brace her body, with her legs just slightly spread, her back slightly bent. His large hands felt rough against the smooth silk of her skin as he traced her shape, her gorgeous curves, trailing his lips behind. He felt her shiver as he cupped her breasts through the satin and he discovered an interesting thing about the bodice.
"Must be the Janet Jackson collection," he crowed in triumph as he heard the unmistakable rasp of velcro giving away. Veronica let out a gasp as the cool room air suddenly blew across her exposed nipple. Logan flicked it and ground into her ass, relishing the feel of his cock against the puddle that had soaked her panties. Veronica's answering moan sent shivers down his spine. He ran a hand up the corset laces in the back, appreciating the sexy look. His girl knew how to dress.
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
"You are gorgeous, honey," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her cheek. "I really like this outfit."
"Thank your friend," she panted, trying to get back in character. "He spared no expense."
Logan growled as jealousy wrapped his gut. "If he saw you in this, I'm gonna kill him." He spun her around, his eyes dark and dangerous.
The passion and possession on his face made Veronica melt as she hurriedly assured him, "No, no. Carmen and I went shopping and he picked up the tab."
"Good," Logan bit out in a half-human rumble. "'Cause I would rip him limb from limb. You are mine and only I get to see you like this." He pushed her up against the pole and devoured her mouth. When she started to hook a leg around him, he lifted her and headed for the bedroom, leaving the stripper playlist to go on without them.
I want you
I don't want anybody else
And when I think about you
I touch myself
Ooh, oooh, oooooh, aaaaaah
Logan dropped her on the bed and roughly commanded, "On your knees."
Veronica quickly got into position, shaking her ass invitingly. Roles had reversed and now it was Logan stalking her like a predator, but she didn't mind. She'd be his prey any day of the week.
Logan's lust was blisteringly palpable as he ran his hands over her and then covered her with his body, his mouth to her ear.
His voice was hoarse and demanding when he finally spoke. "So, Rita," he said. "How dirty are you?" One hand reached inside her panties and stroked the crack of her ass while the other played with the wet satin lips revealed in the opening of the panties.
"How dirty do you want me to be?" she asked in a husky and reckless voice, squirming against his touch. His fingers slid into her slick opening and she humped his hand in desperate arousal.
"Hmm, now that's the question, isn't it?" he asked, freeing his hand from the back of her panties and using thumb and forefinger to reach around and brush her nipples. Still playing with her little pleasure nubs, he removed the slippery wet fingers of his other hand and used them to guide his cock along the outside of her channel.
"Are you gonna let me do all those things that disgust my sweet innocent wife?" he continued, voice as deep and tempting as the devil's. He slid his cock back so that it pressed against a certain tight puckered muscle. He pushed lightly against her and groaned as the muscle grasped at him, his fingers pulling at her nipple to emphasize his point.
"Oh, god," she said, her arms giving out on her, so that she had to prop herself on her elbows, ass still in the air. She moaned as she rocked against him. "Anything you want. You can do anything you want to me."
Logan was a little startled. He had been playing with her, teasing her, had never expected her to actually agree. All of the blood in his body rushed to his already engorged cock at the thought. He wasn't going to do it, not tonight at least, but the thought that she would let him...
He let out an inhuman cry and slid fully into her slick and inviting wetness, burying himself up to the hilt. The wet lace at the edges of her panties scraped at him as he thrust, driving him nearly out of his head. He grabbed her hips and pumped mindlessly into her, pushing as deep and as far into her body as he could. She whimpered and wriggled and slammed against him, grunting his name and making deep guttural incoherent sounds of pleasure.
Time stretched out, and paradoxically stood still, as the world narrowed down to the skin against skin friction, mouth, cock, pussy joining lust and love that arched between them. Finally they were both overcome, senses overloaded. They exploded into each other like a supernova and then collapsed in a sweaty heap.
********
"You know, Rita, I'm a very wealthy man..." Logan said as he trailed a finger across her belly, still slick with the sweat of their passion. His finger hit the edge of her corset and traced the hard stays under the black satin until he reached bare skin again at her breast. His finger tracked a luxurious spiral over the mound before zeroing on the pink peak at the center.
"And?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow up, desire unfurling in her in time to Logan's finger.
"And I'd really like to see you again," he said, taking her hand and placing a kiss on the palm, before moving his mouth to take in the pink nipple he had just been teasing.
"What about the ball busting wife?" Rita asked with a smirk, trying not to moan at the sensation. "How will she feel about you having a... mistress?"
"Well, of course I won't tell her. I'm not stupid." He leaned in for a kiss, taking a minute to thoroughly taste her. "And maybe I can find her some kind of boy toy to keep her occupied."
"Pool boy? Gardener? Plumber?" Rita asked, her voice husky and suggestive as her hands stroked up his bare ass.
"Whatever turns her on and lets me keep you," he agreed, pulling her completely on top of him and renewing his kisses. Little Logan was up for another round. Man, the fishnets. And the boots. And the corset. Wow. Little Logan was ready to run a marathon. Maybe a triathalon - how many kinds of riding could he do? He had a few interesting ideas involving the pole in the living room, too.
"Hmmm." Rita seemed to ponder a moment as she settled into place over him and began stroking his chest. "Maybe we could work something out."
"Thought so," Logan winked before losing himself in her once again.
Author:gertinator
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica, ensemble and OCs
Word Count: 6261
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The epic continues. Sequel to Full Circle which can be found at my archive.
Spoilers/Warnings: I went AU from 2.22, and now it is about 9 years in the future. Graphic smut, and possible violence once the mystery gets started.
A/N: I am not sure about the mystery yet, but I promised the first chapter this weekend, so I just filled it up with smut. And oh, dear lord, I don't know what has come over me with the smut lately. *fans self* *winks* Any complaints? No, I didn't think so. *grins* Prompts were plastic tiara, physics as a school topic and zipper. I have a lot of prompts, but this is a sequel so it makes sense there should be more prompts per chapter, right? (Full prompt list.)
Part 1
"Having second thoughts?" Logan asked, coming up behind his bride-to-be and pulling her in close for a hug. She dropped the RSVP list she had been scanning and turned around in his arms.
"Having second thoughts about putting Weevil in charge of your bachelor party," she teased, eyebrow raised.
"Hey, I would have picked Wallace to be my Best Man but you stole him away to be your Maid of Honor. I can't believe he agreed to that." Logan chuckled. "I still think you should have made him wear a dress like the others."
"He's the Man of Honor, thank you very much," said Veronica, pushing off Logan's chest. "And he was my BFF when no one else wanted me."
"I wanted you," said Logan, pulling her closer and kissing down the side of her neck. Veronica rolled her eyes. They had been through this so many times.
"You hated me." It was just a fact, it didn't hold any edge anymore.
"I hated how much I wanted you," he said, his breath hot against her skin. He gave his hips a slight twirl so that his growing erection rubbed against her. Veronica groaned, then pushed away again.
"You are trying to distract me from Weevil and the bachelor party," she said suspiciously, trying not to give in to the urge to rub against him and purr like a cat. Damn the boy for being so sexy.
"How come he's Eli when you like him and Weevil when I like him?" Logan asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"I wasn't aware that you ever liked him until he was suddenly your best man," snorted Veronica.
"Come on, Veronica. Best Man pickings were slim, and the old Earwig has come through for me once or twice." At Veronica's look, Logan sighed. The girl had to know every detail all the time. It was just her way. "I would have asked Pete, but his mom is so sick, he's not even sure he can make the wedding. Your dad has other higher priorities, as does Wallace. It would have been fun to have Trina and complete the gender bending, but you know how she is. It would have freaked her out to be that unconventional, and she would have been totally paranoid about what people were saying behind her back."
Logan paused thoughtfully for a minute. His relationship with Trina had gotten stronger over the years, maybe due to their constant lack of proximity. It was much easier to be close to her when she was on another coast. "I think she would have done it for my sake, but it would have made her really uncomfortable. I couldn't do that to her." He sighed. "And I am sure lightening would have struck me down if I tried to confer the title on Dick. So who am I left with? Weevil." He paused, then smirked. "I guess I could have put an ad in the paper, but that's so impersonal, don't you think?"
"I am surprised you even invited Dick." Veronica tried to keep the edge out of her voice, but Logan knew her so well that he was not fooled.
"Honestly? I am surprised he's coming, and that he agreed to be in the wedding party." Logan gave Veronica a pleading look. His feelings about Dick were a jumble, and it didn't help matters that he would never be able to actually talk it out with the man in question. Veronica hated Dick and it was totally justified. But he still stood as one of the few fixtures in Logan's life. Logan had so few people who knew any part of his real self that it was difficult to let go of one, even for Veronica's sake.
Logan hadn't seen Dick since he had accused his old friend of being a serial killer. And found out Dick was an accomplice to Veronica's rape. Logan wasn't sure if he'd be hugging Dick when he saw him, or punching him in the face. Maybe both. Dick probably felt the same way about him. Dick had taken two weeks to get back to him about being a groomsman. Logan suspected the wife had put the pressure on to attend, since the wedding was going to be a total society event, thanks to Ruthie.
"We could still drop this all and get married by Elvis in a drive through chapel in Vegas," Logan suggested, not entirely joking. He had never particularly wanted a big wedding.
"Ruthie would kill us!" Veronica laughed, and Logan could see she was tempted. Maybe not by Elvis, per se, but certainly by the idea of dumping the formal arrangements and running away together.
"All I want is you," Logan said seriously, tugging her back into his arms and kissing her deeply. "It doesn't matter to me how it happens."
"We're doing this for Rita," Veronica said. "To get you back in the proper shade of limelight. It'll be okay." She kissed him again, pushing him down into a chair and straddling his lap. "Keep kissing me like that and I'll forget my name, much less the wedding and the trouble you and Weevil can get in together."
"Sounds like a plan, Ms. Soon-to-be-Echolls." Logan wrapped himself around his petit fiance and assured her everything would be all right in the best way he knew how. With his tongue deep in her mouth.
********
"Okay," said Wallace. "I know I am supposed to preside over this event, and usually I would loooove to hang in a room full of lovely ladies like this but..."
"But you are anxious to go join the menfolk in their debauchery across town," teased Gina. She wiggled a penis lollipop at him, before rolling it across her tongue. "And the party favors make you nervous."
"Well, this isn't really my scene," commented Wallace, surveying the women getting facials and massages, eyes studiously avoiding the cherry flavored penis in his girlfriend's hand. And mouth. She could have at least picked chocolate and given him some reassurance... and maybe a few minutes together in the back bedroom. This was like being a kid in the candy store, but being far too disturbed by the candy to partake. "The towel look is very nice and all, I do appreciate that." He ogled Gina and gave her a wink. "I'm just not sure I could carry it off."
"Go!" came a muffled voice from one of the tables. "I'm sick of your whining. Go keep an eye on Logan for me." Wallace walked over to where Veronica was being pummeled by a masseuse the size of a linebacker. But much more scantily clad. In fact, none of the massage boys were wearing much clothes, and that was all the more reason to get the hell out of Dodge. No way was Wallace letting a half naked Russian name Hugo touch him. When he had handed Gina his credit card and the right to make all decisions for this night, he had not planned on sticking around for the festivities.
Wallace kissed the back of Veronica's head, trying to ignore the moaning sounds she was making for Vlad. God, a room filled with moaning women and he was making a run for it. He was never going to live this down. Of course, the moaning woman on the farthest table was his mother, and that just might scar him for life. Repress, he told himself. Just repress the memory and everything will be okay.
"Have a good time, V. Try to keep Gina out of trouble, will you?" Wallace smirked, before pulling his girl in for a kiss. "Be a good girl, eh, Red?"
"You know how good I am," Gina purred, going back for another, deeper kiss and rubbing against him.
"That's what worries me," he said with a sigh. Lovely. A room full of moaning women in towels and now he had a fierce hard on, too. And a smirking and self satisfied girlfriend who knew about said hard on. It was so time to head for the manly side of town. "Love you," he added, giving her a last peck on the cheek before pulling away.
"My God! I was beginning to think he would never leave," said Shannon, pushing Klaus away and sitting up as soon as the door closed behind Wallace. "I thought for sure the wind-up penis races would have done him in. Any other guy would have been just a streak headed for the door."
"That's why he was my BFF. The boy has stamina." Veronica was still luxuriating under Vlad's ministrations.
"Oh, he has stamina all right..." said Gina suggestively, lounging next to Veronica's table. "Oh, yes... One time - "
"Mother in the room!" commented Alicia, waving her hand in the air, but not quite ready to give up Dirk's attention. "Keep to the PG ratings."
"TMI, Gina. Please," begged Mac, motioning to Lars to indicate she was done. "There are some things I don't want to picture, and Wallace in any... compromising... position? Tops the list." She shuddered, then laughed. "The look on his face for the races was totally priceless though."
"Come on, come on." Shannon was bustling about the room, urging the women to finish their facials and end their massages. "We have less than an hour to get dressed and get on the road. Limo picks us up at 9:30. Front seats for the Chippendales late show in LA." Shannon flashed the tickets in the air. "And we got the premium bridal packet for V."
Veronica turned her head so her voice would not be muffled by the head cushion on the table. Just five more minutes with Vlad and she was sure she would be a completely new woman. "Actually I was kinda planning on a little spy vs. spy at the bachelor party." She winked. "But I don't want to spoil your fun. You should go ahead without me."
"I don't know, crashing the bachelor party sounds mighty intriguing..." Shannon had been totally excited by the Chippendales until the possibility of undercover work and pranking came into play.
"I'm Lone Ranger on this one, Tanto," said Veronica apologetically. "Sorry, kid. But you should totally go slap some scantily clad ass for me."
"I'm taking over the bride's spot, then," said Ruthie, finally able to put in her two cents now that her face mask had been removed. "I damn well deserve it after the pain in the ass of organizing this wedding. I'm supposed to be an agent, damn it, not a PA. And that wedding planner is the biggest twit I have ever met."
"Aww, Ruthie. You know you've loved every manipulative minute of it." Veronica winked at Ruthie. Logan was practically Ruthie's only client these days as she managed Rita's break into the movies. The tiny fireball was burning through Hollywood with her New York take-no-prisoners attitude and Ruthie clearly loved it. She also loved to complain about it.
"As far as I'm concerned, Keith is at a baseball game," Alicia said with a smile. "Don't spoil the image for me."
"He can buy Eli and the kids a hot dog," joked Carmen. "I am with you there. If I don't see it, I can pretend whatever I want. I'm sure he's got a cover story for me, too."
"Alrighty then," said Gina. "Since the Maid of Honor bailed and I am next in line for the throne, I say let's get dressed, grab the champagne and get to that limo." She turned to the men. "We'll be in the back changing, so take your time clearing out. And thanks so much for all you've done," she added flirtatiously, kissing Vlad and Klaus, the two closest guys, on the cheek. She slipped a $50 in each of their waistbands and gave them a pat on the ass for good measure.
Gina was enjoying having unlimited funds and playing sugar momma. Logan had supplemented the evening's fun without mentioning it to Wallace. Gina wholeheartedly approved. A physics teacher at Neptune High did not make enough to send Veronica Mars off in style on the eve of the wedding of the century, but there was no need to tell him that. Let the boy have his pride; he didn't know the half of what she had planned anyway. And he clearly didn't want to know, shirking his Man of Honor duties to run off with the boys.
It was only a minor setback that Veronica was cutting loose. Gina had almost expected it. The super sleuth was never content to not know and a bachelor party was a hotbed of dirty secrets. This night wasn't just about the bride, anyway. This was a ritual, a letting go of a friend as she moved into a new role and a bonding with new friends on the way. Gina and the gang could ogle the strippers just fine without Veronica.
"Ruthie! Ruthie, if you are gonna be the bride, you've got to wear this!" Gina waved a plastic tiara of bejeweled penises at Ruthie and laughed in delight as the older woman grabbed it and shoved it on her head.
"Let's get this show on the road," Ruthie growled. "I'm not getting any younger, you know."
********
Wallace had barely grabbed a beer and made a round of hellos when a loud dance tune started up and a trio of hot, scantily clad girls entered the main suite from the bedroom.
Logan settled into his spot on the couch, ready for the entertainment. Watching the boys get drunk had been fun for a while, but in the end, it only brought up bad memories. The girls would be a nice distraction. Weevil grabbed him, though, and pulled him to his feet.
"No, no, this ain't for you, party boy. I got somethin' special set up for you." Weevil's voice held such a gleeful edge that Logan was suddenly wary. What kind of special things would Weevil plan for him? Tonight of all nights, he really didn't want to know.
"What the hell?" Logan asked. "I don't get to watch the dancing girls? Isn't that the point of the party?" Weevil just smirked at Logan's confusion, and that made his sense of foreboding worse.
Logan eyed Weevil nervously, suddenly unsure of the wisdom of picking him as a Best Man. He had thought they had gotten over all of their old rivalries. Weevil was happily married, he wouldn't try to sabotage Logan's relationship with Veronica, would he?
But Weevil was pulling him out of the party suite and shoving him down the hall, and Logan had a bad, bad feeling about how this was all going to turn out. Thank god he was sober, always sober now, and therefore able to make the kind of clear and sane decisions Veronica would approve of. No more blackouts and heartbreak.
"Alright, white boy. Here you go. Enjoy your last night of freedom." Weevil did a quick little rap rhythm on the door.
"Weevil, whatever you've done - I don't want -" Logan tried to stay cool, it wouldn't serve to have Weevil see his panic. But he had to get away as quickly as possible. Whatever Weevil had set up - and Logan had his suspicions - it was not gonna happen.
"Get your pansy white ass in there, Echolls. I paid good money for this gift." Weevil slid the door key through the sensor and pushed Logan inside despite his protests.
Logan stared at Weevil. Weevil was looking far too smug and Logan's heart sank. In fact, he felt a little nauseous. It probably showed on his face, because Weevil's smirk got even bigger.
"She's the best in the biz, boy, and this is our little secret. I wish I woulda had someone done this for me. Now go at it, boy, she don't have all night. Make it good and dirty, so that you have memories to last a lifetime." He gave Logan one last hard push and slammed the door shut. Logan tried pulling on the handle, but it was jammed. Weevil was clearly holding it from the outside. The bastard. Logan wondered how long the former gang leader was going to hold the door. This had to be some kind of karmic payback torture.
Logan sighed, finally looking into the room nervously. The soul occupant stood at the far dresser lighting a candle. Several other candles were already lit, and the warm glow showed off her fine ass...ets. She was wearing hip high leather boots, fishnets, and a short little dress made of some black filmy material that was sheer enough to show the tight lingerie underneath. Long brunette waves flowed down her back.
If he had been looking at a photograph, Logan might have sighed in admiration, even arousal. But in the flesh, she was a disaster on legs. A danger to all of his hopes and dreams. Veronica would flay him alive, if he ever managed to get over the guilt enough to confess to even being in this room.
Logan Junior heartily approved of the girl, though, even if Logan's brain was ready to make a run for it. And oh, god, she had Kendall's hair. Long forgotten sins rushed back to him, and he though he would be sick right there, all over the carpet. It should have been enough to make his balls crawl right back up in his body, but Logan Junior was focused on the legs. In fishnets. Junior heartily approved of the boots, too, the little traitor added with a jerk. Logan fought his body's reaction and tugged at the door handle, cursing Weevil all the while.
Logan pressed himself against the door, trying to make himself small, transparent, able to walk through walls. He was preparing his refusal speech when the stripper/hooker spoke. "What's the matter, honey? Afraid the little wifey is gonna find out and withhold the missionary for a month?" She glanced over her shoulder at him before lighting another candle.
The voice was unmistakable and Logan breathed a sigh of relief. "Weevil, you bastard," he muttered under his breath. "I'm gonna get you for this." He pushed off from the door and swaggered towards her as she turned around. Familiar blue eyes twinkled at him from under the cascade of brown curls.
"The wife-to-be is a real ballbuster," he said with a grin. "I have good reason to be afraid of her." He fingered one of the curls. "I don't do brunettes. Do you think you could lose the wig?"
"Your friend thought you'd like this look," she purred. "You sure you want me to take it off?"
"My friend," Logan said, biting out the word, "Is gonna be lucky to have his balls tomorrow. You shouldn't trust anything he told you. I like blondes."
"But isn't the little wifey a blonde?" At Logan's nod, she continued, "Well, then, that hardly suits for your last night of freedom, eh?" She tickled a finger down his cheek and was gratified to feel him shiver. A look down told her he was reacting in other ways as well. She nodded with a smirk. "Give me a minute and I'll see what I can do." She sashayed her way into the bedroom, shaking her ass for his benefit.
Logan was riveted and totally, painfully hard. Okay, maybe he wasn't going to kill Weevil after all. He should have known the two would be in cahoots. Logan smirked. This was way better than the show the other boys were getting, that was for damn sure.
His Lady of the Evening, and hopefully the rest of his life, returned, a cropped black wig now covering her head. He recognized it; it had always been one of her favorites when playing undercover parts. He thought it was perfect: enough of her that he could be comfortable, but enough of the exotic to keep with the game.
"And what should I call you?" He asked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "I think my last fling before they strap on the ball and chain should have a name."
She tilted her head and smiled at him. "Rita. Call me Rita."
Logan's cock jumped. Oh, man. This was going to be so good. He would let Weevil live, and maybe even buy him a present.
"Riiiiitaaaah," he drawled, reaching out a hand to pull her in for a kiss. "What a nice name."
Logan knew it was Veronica under the wig, but somehow she tasted just a little different tonight. A little spicier, a little dirtier. It enflamed him and gave him all sorts of ideas as he pushed her towards the bedroom.
"Don't you want the show first?" she asked, stopping their movement with the force of one tiny gloved hand. "Your friend paid for the works."
"Um, whatever you think is best, Rita..." Logan said, in a daze from the kisses and the feel of her curves wrapped in tight satin shifting under the overlay of gauze. Rita pushed him down in a chair and then turned to the ipod in speakers on the dresser. A second later the electronic throbbing of "Closer" from NIN was filling the room. The song was a classic stripper tune and the beat vibrated with sexual heat. Logan's eyes practically rolled back in his head as Veronica stalked towards him and he suddenly noticed the pole that had been installed in the room.
you let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
"Holy shit," he murmured reverently. "I think I already am closer to God." His eyes popped out as 'Rita' began gyrating and writhing up and down the pole in time to the beat. "Weevil is the best Best Man ever!" Logan's cock was achingly hard and he could barely breathe, his head automatically swaying with the beat as he leaned in to see as much of Rita on the pole as possible. His chair was just far enough away that he couldn't quite touch her, but every once in a while, she would slither over to him and grab his outstretched hand, rubbing it up her thigh or over a smooth breast before throwing it off and returning to hump the floor to ceiling bar. It was an excruciating bit of torture and also maddeningly erotic.
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
"My pole wants some attention, too," Logan suggested, sliding down the zipper on his pants to release the pressure. He couldn't help it. Junior was in desperate need of some touching with all the action going on. Rita winked and did another mind boggling shimmy and turn on the pole before crawling to him on her knees - her knees! and rubbing her head up his leg, purring like a cat.
"OH. MY. GOD." said Logan, panting and throwing his head back as she teased his cock with her tongue, her leather wrapped fingers grasping his balls. "I think this is going to kill me, but what a way to go." He moaned loudly at the feel of her slick wet mouth taking him in.
help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
Rita pulled his pants off and then left him, doing obscene things with his discarded pants and the steel rod. Logan would have almost been jealous of the piece of metal if he weren't getting the best show of his life. Dear Lord, when did she learn to do things like this??! And why hadn't he gotten to see the rehearsals?! The chorus started up again, and Logan wholeheartedly agreed.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
He pushed himself up out of the chair with a growl, but she was there in a second, pressing him down with a booted foot.
"Show's not over, Lover. We're both still wearing far too many clothes." The beat slowed down to the unmistakable hynotic trance of Marcy Playground and Rita began to sway. Logan slid his hands up the boot towards her thigh but she pulled away before he got too high.
Hangin' round downtown by myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think about myself
And then there she was
A light sheen of sweat gave a sexy gloss to Rita's skin as she slowed from the racous hard moves of NIN to a more sensuous seduction. She trailed a finger up Logan's shoulder and down the other side, circling him as he sat in the chair, a predatory vibe rolling off of her. She faced him head on and slid her gloved hands under the edge of his shirt, rolling it up his chest. Her eyes were locked with his and electricity flashed between them. She gave him a good view down her cleavage before obscuring it by pulling the shirt over his head.
Rita used the shirt as a sling, throwing it over Logan's shoulders and tugging so that he was pulled forward into her. She leaned in and kissed him slowly, letting her tongue linger in the depths of his mouth. She flung the shirt off and pulled his left leg out into the air. He had kicked his shoes off when she had helped free him of his pants, but he was still wearing his socks. Rita stroked his leg, gyrated against it, kissed her way down the inside towards his thigh, dancing around it like she had the pole, before finally pulling the sock off and setting his leg down. Logan was moaning incoherently by the time she was done. She did a similar dance with his other leg and then retreated to the pole to examine her handiwork while swinging around by one leg.
I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
"Well, now only one of us has too many clothes on," Logan observed with a smirk, stretching out to show off his nakedness, and rubbing a hand down his chest before cupping it around his throbbing cock. He quirked an eyebrow. "Maybe it's time to do something about that?"
Rita gave him a sexy nod and slowly licked her lips. Logan's cock twitched in anticipation. She started with the gloves, pulling them off finger by finger in a slow tease and then throwing them to him. He caught them and held them in his lap. The gauzy dress had an endless row of buttons down the front, and Rita twirled and teased as she unhooked them one by one, finally opening the dress to reveal the tight satin corset and panties set she was wearing. She danced over to Logan, trailing the shear material between his thighs and over his chest before abandoning it on his head. Logan clutched at it, burying his nose in it and breathing in her scent. His cock was stiffer than the metal bar she had been dancing around and leaking appreciation from the head.
Rita returned to the pole and twitched her ass at him with a grin, sliding her hands down her now mostly revealed cheeks and bending over to show that the panties had a special feature. She grinned at him from over her shoulder, sliding her tongue slowly over her lips.
"Oh, my gaaaaaawwwwd. Crotchless undies. You are a dirty girl," he breathed, leaning forward and fisting his dick in his hand. Holy Lord Almighty, he could die right in this moment and not even care. On second thought, though, he was going to spend every last second given to him appreciating the sex goddess that stood in front of him. Veronica seriously had hidden depths that would keep him guessing for the rest of his life. "When do I get to touch?"
Logan was itching to get his hands on her, his cock inside her. He wanted to make her shout out his name at least a dozen times. He could smell her arousal from his seat and he knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
Mama this surely is a dream
Mama this surely is a dream
Yeah mama this must be my dream
The last chorus of the song played and again, Logan was in complete agreement. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up any time soon. The next song started, the Divinyls, and he decided to make his move. No point in letting her touch herself, when he so desperately wanted to feel fishnet sliding against his skin and satin against his mouth. She was just evil enough to tease him through a whole additional song if he didn't end this now.
I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
He stood and stalked towards her. She stepped away from the pole, but he pushed her back, turning her and posing her to brace her body, with her legs just slightly spread, her back slightly bent. His large hands felt rough against the smooth silk of her skin as he traced her shape, her gorgeous curves, trailing his lips behind. He felt her shiver as he cupped her breasts through the satin and he discovered an interesting thing about the bodice.
"Must be the Janet Jackson collection," he crowed in triumph as he heard the unmistakable rasp of velcro giving away. Veronica let out a gasp as the cool room air suddenly blew across her exposed nipple. Logan flicked it and ground into her ass, relishing the feel of his cock against the puddle that had soaked her panties. Veronica's answering moan sent shivers down his spine. He ran a hand up the corset laces in the back, appreciating the sexy look. His girl knew how to dress.
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
"You are gorgeous, honey," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her cheek. "I really like this outfit."
"Thank your friend," she panted, trying to get back in character. "He spared no expense."
Logan growled as jealousy wrapped his gut. "If he saw you in this, I'm gonna kill him." He spun her around, his eyes dark and dangerous.
The passion and possession on his face made Veronica melt as she hurriedly assured him, "No, no. Carmen and I went shopping and he picked up the tab."
"Good," Logan bit out in a half-human rumble. "'Cause I would rip him limb from limb. You are mine and only I get to see you like this." He pushed her up against the pole and devoured her mouth. When she started to hook a leg around him, he lifted her and headed for the bedroom, leaving the stripper playlist to go on without them.
I want you
I don't want anybody else
And when I think about you
I touch myself
Ooh, oooh, oooooh, aaaaaah
Logan dropped her on the bed and roughly commanded, "On your knees."
Veronica quickly got into position, shaking her ass invitingly. Roles had reversed and now it was Logan stalking her like a predator, but she didn't mind. She'd be his prey any day of the week.
Logan's lust was blisteringly palpable as he ran his hands over her and then covered her with his body, his mouth to her ear.
His voice was hoarse and demanding when he finally spoke. "So, Rita," he said. "How dirty are you?" One hand reached inside her panties and stroked the crack of her ass while the other played with the wet satin lips revealed in the opening of the panties.
"How dirty do you want me to be?" she asked in a husky and reckless voice, squirming against his touch. His fingers slid into her slick opening and she humped his hand in desperate arousal.
"Hmm, now that's the question, isn't it?" he asked, freeing his hand from the back of her panties and using thumb and forefinger to reach around and brush her nipples. Still playing with her little pleasure nubs, he removed the slippery wet fingers of his other hand and used them to guide his cock along the outside of her channel.
"Are you gonna let me do all those things that disgust my sweet innocent wife?" he continued, voice as deep and tempting as the devil's. He slid his cock back so that it pressed against a certain tight puckered muscle. He pushed lightly against her and groaned as the muscle grasped at him, his fingers pulling at her nipple to emphasize his point.
"Oh, god," she said, her arms giving out on her, so that she had to prop herself on her elbows, ass still in the air. She moaned as she rocked against him. "Anything you want. You can do anything you want to me."
Logan was a little startled. He had been playing with her, teasing her, had never expected her to actually agree. All of the blood in his body rushed to his already engorged cock at the thought. He wasn't going to do it, not tonight at least, but the thought that she would let him...
He let out an inhuman cry and slid fully into her slick and inviting wetness, burying himself up to the hilt. The wet lace at the edges of her panties scraped at him as he thrust, driving him nearly out of his head. He grabbed her hips and pumped mindlessly into her, pushing as deep and as far into her body as he could. She whimpered and wriggled and slammed against him, grunting his name and making deep guttural incoherent sounds of pleasure.
Time stretched out, and paradoxically stood still, as the world narrowed down to the skin against skin friction, mouth, cock, pussy joining lust and love that arched between them. Finally they were both overcome, senses overloaded. They exploded into each other like a supernova and then collapsed in a sweaty heap.
********
"You know, Rita, I'm a very wealthy man..." Logan said as he trailed a finger across her belly, still slick with the sweat of their passion. His finger hit the edge of her corset and traced the hard stays under the black satin until he reached bare skin again at her breast. His finger tracked a luxurious spiral over the mound before zeroing on the pink peak at the center.
"And?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow up, desire unfurling in her in time to Logan's finger.
"And I'd really like to see you again," he said, taking her hand and placing a kiss on the palm, before moving his mouth to take in the pink nipple he had just been teasing.
"What about the ball busting wife?" Rita asked with a smirk, trying not to moan at the sensation. "How will she feel about you having a... mistress?"
"Well, of course I won't tell her. I'm not stupid." He leaned in for a kiss, taking a minute to thoroughly taste her. "And maybe I can find her some kind of boy toy to keep her occupied."
"Pool boy? Gardener? Plumber?" Rita asked, her voice husky and suggestive as her hands stroked up his bare ass.
"Whatever turns her on and lets me keep you," he agreed, pulling her completely on top of him and renewing his kisses. Little Logan was up for another round. Man, the fishnets. And the boots. And the corset. Wow. Little Logan was ready to run a marathon. Maybe a triathalon - how many kinds of riding could he do? He had a few interesting ideas involving the pole in the living room, too.
"Hmmm." Rita seemed to ponder a moment as she settled into place over him and began stroking his chest. "Maybe we could work something out."
"Thought so," Logan winked before losing himself in her once again.