Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Cockoo Pint aka Lords and Ladies: “In autumn… grows clusters of bright red berries. These berries, and the root of the plant, contain arione, an acidic toxin that gives the plant a bitter taste and causes long-term burning and blistering of the skin.”
-Fez Inkwright, Botanical Curses and Poisons: The Secret Lives of Plants-
Thea
“Don’t you dare give me that look.” I snap.
Logan chuckles. “What? I’m just gazing at my beautiful girlfriend.”
I roll my eyes as I stretch my legs out on the chair, the warm sunshine giving my vampire-pale legs a bit of a golden hue now.
I had woken up with a raging headache and a mouth that tasted of vomit.
I had fuzzy memories of the bar before puking all over Ace’s shoes.
Followed by, I’m fairly certain, drunken confessions of love as well as a strange confession on his part…
. Something about being a certain type of person.
“Well if I truly am your girlfriend you should take pity on me and put me out of my misery.” I groan.
“Thea….” Logan draws my gaze. “Talk to me.”
I let out a frustrated huff. “Nothing. I just think I said some embarrassing shit to Ace last night. Also I puked on his shoes.”
Logan doubles over laughing, tears streaming down his face. “Oh my god, no wonder he was so pissed. I would have paid to see you puking on him.”
Leaning forward I grab the pillow behind me and chuck it at his head. “Shut up!” But a small giggle escapes me as well before I let out a long sigh again. “Seriously Lo, I’m mortified. I never should have gotten that drunk. What if Royce had found me?”
“Thea. Royce will never lay a hand on you again.” He says it with such conviction I almost believe it. Almost.
I lean back, closing my eyes and soaking in the sun on my face.
The birds chirp excitedly around the yard and the slight breeze feels good on my warm skin.
The seasons are shifting, the air more crisp and I know we are counting down the days of the warmth of the sun.
A shadow passes over me and I blink my eyes open to find Logan standing over me, forearms braced on either side of my body.
“Tell me you heard what I said.” I shrug as I bite my lip, enjoying the closeness of him and desperate to avoid this conversation. He smirks. “You trying to distract me Tink?”
In a bold move I lean up into his space. “So what if I am?”
“Fuck me.” He groans.
“Is that what you want me to do? Fuck you?” I bat my eyes with mock innocence, watching as Logan processes my response.
His fist comes up around my throat dragging me upward. “Of course I do. I dream of your pretty pussy sliding down around my cock.” The words send liquid, hot, arousal coursing through me as my pussy soaks my thighs. “I crave it. Ever since we fucked I can’t stop thinking about sliding home again.”
He leads me over to the chaise lounge on the other side of the porch, pushing me backwards until I’m laying flush with the plush cushions.
Logan’s eyes are on fire, the green flickering with heat and lust that rivals my own.
His tattooed hands drags down the shorts I had slipped on.
I smile wickedly when I see his mouth drop open.
“Fuckkk me Tink you’ve been sitting here, bare pussy to the world?
” He drops to one knee, looking between the juncture of my thighs like the secret to world peace rests there.
Boldly I spread my legs further and trail my fingers over the wetness I’ve created.
Logan grabs my wrist, pulling my fingers into his mouth and groaning at the taste.
He growls before he arches up and claims my mouth. My arousal lingers on his lips, the taste faint but driving me even higher. When his fingers delicately trace my slit, I arch my back upward in response, breaking the kiss as I do.
He drops down, his head dipping between my thighs as I feel his tongue stroke upward against my sensitive flesh. The piece of metal in the center of his tongue presses against my clit and I gush with even more arousal. He does it again, pulling closer and closer to what I’m craving.
I cry out, my voice echoing into the space around us. “God I need this, I need you. Please, I’m so close.” I have no shame in my begging, no shame in the way my hips chase the feel of his mouth on me and no shame when I cry out in dismay as he pulls back from me.
“Nah, no coming on my tongue today. I want it all over my cock.” I watch with feral need as he pulls himself from his pants, the bright daylight highlighting every vein and ridge and most importantly the barbells going straight down his hard shaft.
“I’m clean.” I say in a rush, realizing that we haven’t fucked since I was cleared. “And I’m on birth control.”
Logan lets out a feral growl. I don’t wait, sitting up and pushing him backwards so I can drop over him.
The smirk that pulls at his mouth drops away as I impale myself on him, crying out at the intrusion.
He joins me, the sounds of our pleasure overtaking the porch.
“Fuck Tink, that’s it. Ride me. Take what you need.
You have no idea how much it turns me on that I’m the first one to fuck you raw, the first one to fill you. ”
His words do something in my brain, the idea of him being the first lighting up my senses until I’m dizzy with lust. I chase the pleasure, rolling my hips as he worships my breasts through the dress. The feelings chase away any edge I had before, my body going limp and taught all at the same time.
“Your piercings… oh fuck yes right there!” I practically sob as he shifts his hips and hits just the right spot.
“That’s right Tink, let go, soak my cock with your cum.
I want to feel you squeeze me before I fill you up.
” His words set me aflame and I’m coming without a second thought.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum. Gonna fill up that tight pussy.
” Logan groans as he follows me, filling me up just like he promised.
The two of us get washed away with it all until I finally slump down against him.
A pleasant warmth radiates through me and a smile paints my lips as Logan holds me close, keeping my his cock deep inside me still.
“Tell me Logan, what part of your cock belongs to me did you not understand?” The words drip with darkness and violence sending shivers down my body. A fresh wave of arousal washes over me as I feel Ace move up behind us. His heat burning into my skin despite not laying a finger on me.
“Sorry Sir, I couldn’t help myself.” Logan pouts.
Ace tsks moving into my line of sight. He keeps his attention on Logan, ignoring me completely. “How will you make it up to me?” I expect Ace to look at me but he continues to pretend I’m not impaled on his boyfriend's cock.
“Whatever you would like, sir.” Logan says before he casts his eyes to the ground.
Ace chuckles before unzipping his pants. “Let's see if you can still breathe with my cock shoved down your throat.”
My mouth goes dry when I see him pull his dick free of his pants.
The light hits the metal decorating its head just right before Logan is bending down and swallowing it.
Ace lets out a long moan at the same time I do.
Logan’s eyes lock with mine as he bobs up and down in a slow rhythmic motion.
I start to rock my hips in time with the movement.
“Did I say you get fuck yourself on his cock?” My eyes jump to Ace who still refuses to look at me and just keeps watching Logan. “You can sit right there, keeping him warm while he finishes me.”
My mouth drops open in shock at his words, “What the fuck Ace?” I snap.
Ace finally looks at me, raising an eyebrow as he does.
“This is your punishment for last night.” My face flames with embarrassment.
I try to think of a way to apologize for everything without ruining the moment for him and Logan.
“I’m not talking about you drinking, or even puking on me.
I’m talking about the very last thing you said. ”
I wrack my brain trying to figure out what he is talking about but my mind is blank, the alcohol claiming the memories. Logan groans as Ace shoves his cock further down his throat, gagging him repeatedly. His cock jerks inside me and I bite my lip to hold back the moan it’s trying to pull from me.
“Good boy princess. You suck my cock so good.” He thrusts over and over until he’s suddenly dragging Logan’s head off his cock and aiming it at the spot we are joined. He uses his fist to pump his cock a few more times before jets of cum flow over my pussy and Logan’s cock still shoved inside me.
“Oh shit.” Logan moans. Ace doesn’t waste time before his hand is dipping down and smearing his release into us, taking special care to rub my clit over and over. “Fuck Ace you should feel her pussy clenching me, you are turning her on so much.”
Ace smirks. “Is that right Cricket? Is your stepbrother’s cum all over your pussy making you want to cum?”
“Yes!” I cry out. “It feels so fucking good.” He picks up the tempo and Logan’s hips start to shift back and forth, his cock thrusting into me in short bursts. My orgasm is on the edge, my body tense and poised to let go.
“Tell me when she’s close, Lo.” He demands.
Logan grunts, his hips snapping upward. “She’s squeezing me so good, fuck. Sir, can I fill her up? I need to cum again. Please sir?”
Ace looks me in the eyes. “Cum inside her princess. Now.”
I feel Logan’s cock jerk over and over. The feeling sends me just about over the edge before Ace drags his hand away from my clit abruptly and hoists me off Logan's cock.
“NO!” I sob as my orgasm vanishes. “What the fuck?!”