27. Dirty Diana
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
dirty diana
LOGAN
SWAN RIVER, MANITOBA
PRESENT DAY
“Sir, we don’t accept Party City rewards cards as a form of payment.”
I blink.
“What?”
Abi squeezes my thigh as the kid at the drive-thru window hands my card back. She’s been doing it the entire drive, and how I’ve managed not to crash this car yet is something that should be studied by scientists. Looks like my grade school teachers were wrong. I absolutely can multitask.
But more importantly, we broke our rules.
Every single one.
“Here.” She thrusts out her credit card into the employee’s open hand. “I got it.”
Just as I’m about to protest, she cuts me off with a peck on the cheek.
“No arguing.”
I sigh.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“So I booked us a hotel about two blocks from here,” she tells me as the kid at the window runs her card. “Cable, two beds– but I guess we won’t be needing the second one anymore…”
“Do they have a microwave?” I ask with a smirk. “Because with the way you’ve been today, the food’s probably gonna get cold.”
She giggles, brushing her nose against mine. I’m head over heels for this woman, and even knowing none of it will mean anything after this trip, I’m going to soak up every second I get with her.
Once we get our food, I set off toward the hotel, with Abi diligently acting as my navigator with her phone.
“You wanna make a right up on Main,” she tells me. “It’s— oh, Main Street! Right there!”
She points to it like an excited kid and I step on the gas, eager to get her into that bed. The drive feels like it takes an eternity, and the cars clogging up the roads don’t help to mitigate that feeling much.
“Is everyone out for a drive today? Don’t these people work or go to school or something? It’s like 1:00 in the afternoon!”
Abi eyes me with a smirk.
“You know what they say, Sunshine: patience is a virtue.”
“Not to me it isn't,” I growl, gritting my teeth and leaning on the horn as a station wagon sits for a little too long. “The light’s green, dude!”
Abi cheers as the car lurches forward and I immediately speed up to maneuver around it. It’s only another few blocks after that when she nods, slipping her phone into her pocket and pointing just a bit further down the street.
“There it is. See? Patience wins again.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
I pull into the parking lot and kill the engine, sitting still and staring at the frosted glass door that leads into the motel lobby.
The second I touch her, I’m not going to be able to go back to normal. We got interrupted before, but this time? There’s nobody to screw that up.
“Logan?”
Not even ourselves.
I turn to her, never more sure of anything in my life. Even the potential of ruining my entire career for this woman doesn’t even make me flinch. The kiss we share in that moment contains everything I can’t say, all of my secrets and I love yous poured into one tiny little thing, and when we both finally pull apart I can see that she looks just as lovestruck as I feel.
“I’m ready if you are,” I rasp.
“Definitely.”
The check-in process takes a while and the clerk is far too chatty for my tastes. I just want that damn key. Abi seems to sense my impatience and takes over, her effortlessly warm demeanor coming out in full force as she chats with the clerk. They touch on everything: the weather, the road trip, Emerald Bay, and even the baseball game that’s playing over the radio. Turns out Abi actually does like baseball, which is one of the more unexpected things I’ve found out lately.
The second we get our keys, I’m practically yanking her across the parking lot toward our room. My hands tremble as I slide the key card in, and it takes a couple of tries before the door finally pops open.
The room is relatively simple, with a large king size bed, a dresser, and a cracked mirror off in the corner.
“Isn’t that seven years of bad luck?” Abi asks.
“I think it only counts if you break it.”
“Right.”
We stare at each other, and I find my eyes tracing her full lips, her high cheekbones, and her beautifully arched brows that knit together for just a moment, before her mouth curves up into a gentle smile.
“So. Sex. We’re gonna have sex,” she breathes.
“Again.”
“Yeah.” Her cheeks blaze red as she puts her hand on my chest. The gesture feels oddly intimate, cutting through a tension so thick it was begging to explode. “I want you to take control. Just like you did in the car.”
I feel like I’m about to pass out.
“Take… control?”
She looks angelic, lit by a beam of sunlight cutting through the gap in the curtains. Her once rain-soaked shirt has dried, her perfect nipples still visibly stiff as her chest heaves up and down.
“Make me yours, Logan.”
The first time we fucked I was blessed to have alcohol raising my confidence, because just looking at her made everything feel fuzzy. It still does, if I’m being honest. I don’t believe in God, which I think might be a crime for an Irishman, but I believe in Abigail King.
Abi’s breath catches as I dip my head, ghosting my lips along her jaw. She digs her nails into my chest, pulling a feral sound from the depths of my throat.
“Kneel for me?”
I want to start this gently and then show her all the ways I can take control.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” she purrs, lowering herself to the ground in front of me.
I run my fingers through her slightly tangled hair, taking some of it into a closed fist. Abi’s eyes volley between my face and my hard cock, and I can’t help but smirk.
“Well, I’m very polite.”
Her lips part and she goes to reach for my belt buckle, but I tug on her hair, pulling her back.
“What do you say?”
“Please?” She asks.
The way the light hits her cheekbones makes her look like she’s carved out of marble, but there are no sharp edges to Abi. There never have been. I can even make out the soft, slightly faded freckles that dust the bridge of her nose.
“Please what?”
“Please let me suck your cock.”
Those soft words, spoken so sweetly, nearly bring me to my fucking knees. I let out a whoosh of breath, trying to cover everything up and make it look like I’m still in charge, but Abi’s already giving me a run for my money.
“That’s a good girl. Now, I want you to follow my instructions to the letter . Do you understand?”
She nods, sliding the leather out of my belt buckle with expert precision.
“Teach me what you like.”
The slow extended sound of my zipper is almost deafening in the otherwise silent room, and Abi frees my cock, pulling my pants and underwear down past my hips.
“Gentle licks to start,” I command. “I want us both to savor this.”
She obeys, her silky tongue moving in delicate circles around the crown of my cock. Soon, I’m gripping her hair with both hands, trying to keep myself in control.
“That’s it,” I whisper, feeling myself throb in her mouth. “Pull your shirt up. Let me see everything.”
Abi pulls away, releasing me with a pop.
“How about I do you one better and just take it off?”
“Now, there’s an idea.”
I help her peel off her tank top, tossing it all the way across the room before she wraps her lips around me again. My hips start to move like they have a mind of their own, and soon I’m pushing deeper into her mouth, my ever-heightening moans filling the room.
“Look at what a good girl you are, taking every inch. Can you fit all of me down that pretty little throat of yours?”
She gives me a look that tells me she won’t be needing words to answer my questions. My cock throbs as she swallows, that pulsing sensation deepening as she engulfs me completely.
“Oh, fuck , look at you. You were made for this.”
I’m amazed my brain can form words with the way she’s sucking me off, anything articulate being immediately tossed out the window. Deep shudders ripple through my body, pleasure ringing through each and every nerve.
I can’t believe this is happening.
We didn’t even make it a week.
Sweat trickles down the back of my neck, and my legs begin to feel like jelly. Just as I reach the point of no return I gently pull her off of me, watching her take in a deep breath. She’s every single one of my carnal desires personified, drool slipping down her chin as tear-stains cover her cheeks.
“Strip for me, then get on the bed.”
Abi shakily gets to her feet, but I grasp her wrist when she moves to wipe the spittle from her lips.
“No. I like you messy.”
Abi blinks, pausing for a moment before regaining her composure and pushing her skirt and panties past her hips.
“Is that all?” She taunts, smirking at me and sauntering toward the bed, sitting with her hands on her thighs.
I smile right back, slowly peeling my own clothes off piece by piece. When I’m done I quickly close the gap between us, running my fingers through her hair before pulling her head back again, the same as I did when she was on her knees.
“Careful now, don’t push me too hard.”
“I think you secretly like it, Doctor.”
Abi scoots backward, propping herself up against the pillows as she stares at me, wild-eyed and hungry. A deep ache pulses through me and I can feel my cock twitch in response. It’s getting more and more difficult to maintain control with each passing moment.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She reaches down, and I’m greeted with the sight of her glistening pussy as she glides her fingers between her lips.
“Like this?”
Her voice is a gentle purr, and combined with the view of that delicious cunt, it takes no time at all for my mouth to start watering.
“Don’t hold back,” I tell her. “I want a noise complaint by the time we check out.”
Her cheeks are bright red and she lets out a giggle, beginning to circle her clit lazily with a single finger.
“Then get over here and make that dream come true.”
No matter how much I’d love to, I want to play with her first. Tease her. Watch her wriggle and bend. I want her so worked up that by the time I get to taste her, she’s only seconds away from complete collapse.
“Where’s that ring pop? I feel like dessert before dinner.”
She raises a brow, still waiting for me.
“In my purse.”
I quickly root it out, unwrapping it from the plastic before crawling onto the bed, ring pop in hand. I position myself on my stomach, nestled between her thighs, and she breathes heavily as I press the candy to her lips.
“Suck. You’re good at that, aren’t you? I want it nice and wet.”
Abi’s eyes shine with expectation, and she wraps her lips around the candy, sucking gently as she lets out a little moan. I pull the ring pop out of her mouth after a bit under a minute, grinning as a thin line of spit connects it to her plump lips.
“That’s my girl.”
I feel like I’m standing in front of a painting, trying to memorize the details before I move on to the next one. But I don’t want to move on from her. In fact, I’m starting to think I may end up barely remembering parts of my life before her. In my head, she’s always been here.
What’s life even worth if she hasn’t always been mine?
I force myself back into the moment, circling both of her nipples with the ring pop, and then slowly licking up the sweet remnants. My breathing is rapid and shallow, my hand practically shaking. Abi alternates between whimpers, giggles, and moans as I work my way down her soft stomach, tracing her little bone-white stretch marks with the sweet treat, followed by my own greedy tongue. I’m obsessed with the soft curve of her stomach, worshiping it, groaning as I glide my tongue over each mark.
She’s like sand slipping through the gaps in my fingers; I only have her for a short time and I want to savor every second. I start tracing shapes along her thigh with the candy, listening to the quiet, aching repetitions of my name in a chorus, timed along with every shift and slip of her heels against the sheets.
Swirls, hearts, circles…
And then my name, on her lips and on her skin.
Her eyes burn into me as I replace the candy with my tongue, tracing each letter as Abi’s fingers hover over her pussy, nearly twitching in anticipation. I repeat the action, slowly writing my name all over again while she quivers. I like to watch the build up, it’s the best part of sex for me. Turning someone on and knowing that I’m the one who’s making them beg for it is even better than my own release.
“How often do you think about me when you touch yourself?” I ask, drawing a heart on her inner thigh.
“More than I should.”
The confession is raspy, almost strangled, like she doesn’t want to admit it to herself.
“Touch yourself,” I whisper. “Finish what you started in the shower.”
She lets her fingers glide along her pussy lips, her clit nestled firmly between them. Hips roll like a wave, and I feel the bed shift as she moves, pushing her heels down into my lower back and locking me in place between her legs.
As if I’m fucking going anywhere.
She begins to circle her clit slowly again, trembling more and more with each stroke. I lick my lips, mouth watering with each gentle strum of her fingers. A ravenous need begins to build inside of me just as Abi slides a finger into her pussy, letting out a sweet moan.
“Logan,” she sighs. “Please. Fuck me.”
“I will,” I whisper. “But we’re gonna see how wet you can get before I taste you.”
She whimpers, thrusting her finger in and out a few times more before bringing it back up to play with her clit. I feel like I could watch her do this all day, holding myself back as I practically foam at the mouth to get my hands on her, but we can’t just sit here forever.
“Good girl. Use your fingers and show me how to lick you.”
“You know how,” she purrs. “Don’t pretend you forgot.”
I do.
Of course I do.
I just want to watch her pleasure herself with only me in mind. I want to know every single fantasy she’s ever had about me. I want to hear it from her like it’s the last time I ever will.
“Tell me more about this morning,” I breathe, placing a gentle kiss on her thigh. “What were you thinking about while you were grinding your ass against my cock?”
Abi continues the gentle strums on and around her clit, her eyes filling with a vulnerability I’m not quite prepared for. I’m not usually this dominant during sex. I’ll talk a girl through it, sure, but Abi gives me the space to really lean into it. She gives me confidence, and I feel comfortable enough with her to really indulge.
“I woke up and you were so hard... All I could think about was sliding my leggings down and letting you—” She’s cut off by her own moan as she pushes two fingers inside of her and rocks her hips. “Oh, fuck!”
“I would have if you asked me,” I groan, slipping the ring pop onto my finger for safe keeping. “I’d have fucked you like you’re mine.”
“I am,” she rasps. “Yours. All yours, for as long as we’re out here.”
I shiver at her words, words I’ve longed to hear for three years. But even in the midst of desire, the caveat hangs in the air: She’s only mine until we get home.
And then it’s back to normal.
Back to almost.
Abi’s breath hitches and she spreads herself, giving me the perfect opportunity to let my tongue glide effortlessly along her clit. Even with a featherlight touch I can feel it throb, and her hips buck along to the tune of her groans.
I repeat the action, rewarded with the feeling of her heels pressing further into my back.
“Good boy,” she groans. “Just like that, baby.”
Slow licks turn to hungry lashes, and when I finally end up pushing my two fingers into her cunt Abi immediately lets out a high-pitched keen. She pounds one hand against the mattress and tugs viciously on my hair with the other.
“Logan!” She gasps. “Right there!”
I push my fingers right up against her G-spot, making little come-hither motions as another sinful moan is pulled from deep inside of her. She’s trembling like a leaf, and the heat radiating from her skin nearly scorches mine as she spasms into me. When she tries to lift her hips off the mattress, moving to get a bit more control over the situation, I pin her down with one arm.
And that’s all it takes.
“I’m coming!” She cries. “Logan!”
I suck hard on her clit, listening to her scream my name one more time before she goes limp. Her legs relax, heels sliding down my back as she lets out a deep, satisfied groan. When I lift my head, her jaw is slack and she stares at the ceiling, taking in heavy breaths.
I slide out from between her legs, getting to my feet just as Abi recovers enough to lift herself up onto her forearms.
“You need a break?” I ask, grabbing a condom out of my bag and tearing it open with my teeth in preparation.
She shakes her head, her eyes still brimming with that same desire I’ve seen throughout our little vacation, as she beckons me over with a finger.