Olivia Blivious (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} gertinator) wrote,@ 2006-11-01 22:20:00 |
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Fic: The Sweet Life, 6.5/6.5 NC-17
Title: The Sweet Life, WIP 6.5/6.5
Author:gertinator
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica, ensemble
Word Count: 3971
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The au of Veronica's graduation dream... Lilly is alive. How did Veronica end up with Logan?
Spoilers/Warnings: This chapter in smut-o-vision, so grab your sex goggles and strap on your... *cough* Well, you know what I mean. Seriously, it's not kinky or anything, just heavy smut. Not as graphic as I sometimes write *winks* but a lot more than in the preceding fluff.
A/N: A certain pixie was pestering me that I had to write some smut for this and she is my master, so I had to obey.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5| Part 6
Epilogue
"I have something I want to give you." Logan suddenly felt silly. It was just a little too staged, a little too cheesy, like something out of one of his Dad's movies. He looked around the yacht, at the champagne bucket filled with ice and the bowl of strawberries, and wondered how many women his dad had seduced on this very boat. He didn't want to be following in Daddy's footsteps.
But Veronica had wanted to go to Catalina, and he had wanted to make the trip special. It was their six month anniversary, and maybe it was girly of him to even know that, but he had woken up every morning for the last six months sure that he would discover it was all a dream. He counted each day a blessing when he realized it was indeed true. Veronica Mars was his girlfriend.
"Is it a pony?" Veronica quipped. "It must be a miniature to have fit on the boat."
"Smart ass." Logan grinned. Now this felt more like their relationship. Him trying to be morbidly sentimental and Veronica cracking jokes at his expense. He fingered the little ring in his pocket and hoped it would fit her. He was sure he could find a jeweler to size it down if he needed to.
"My mom's been going through her stuff... She's planning on divorcing Aaron as soon as I turn 18 and she wants to be ready." Veronica tilted her head but did not speak and he explained. "She's been wanting to be free for a while, but she was afraid to do it while he might still be able to...use me... to get to her. So we made a plan. My eighteenth birthday, she gives him the papers and we walk away together." Logan sighed. "I'm working on her going into rehab, but she hasn't quite accepted that part yet."
"That's great, Logan," Veronica said, reaching out and squeezing his hand. "I'm so happy for you." She really was glad to hear that his mother was finally going to act to end things. As far as Veronica was concerned, Lynne Echolls should have made the move for divorce a long time ago. It made a certain kind of sense that she had been afraid of what could happen to Logan though. Nobody wanted to believe their heroes were really villains, and the world was just perverse enough that Aaron could have played the alcoholic card on Lynne and ended up with sole custody of Logan. And what a disaster that would have been.
"Yeah," Logan smirked for a minute. "I wish I could see the bastard's face when he comes home and there is nothing left of us but the divorce papers." He chuckled, and then realized he had gotten off track. "Anyway, Mom found this in her jewelry box." He held up the ring, a simple silver band. "It's a poesy ring. It was my grandma's. It says 'Anam Cara' on it. That's Gaelic for 'soul friend.' You're supposed to give it to the person you share your innermost thoughts and feelings with. Mom never wore it. Maybe because it's not flashy enough for her, or because, you know, Dad was afraid lightening would strike him for the blasphemy of putting it on her finger." Logan took a breath.
"But I thought it was perfect for us." He took Veronica's hand and found that the little ring fit perfectly on her left pointer finger. He slid it into place and then kissed it, wrapping his hand around hers. "I know that we're only in high school and we don't know what's going to happen with the rest of our lives. You might go off to Stanford and fall in love with the future Chief Justice... or some other genius who deserves you way more than I do." Logan could tell Veronica was about to protest and he put his finger to her lips.
"Shh," he said. "Ronnie, I am so lucky to have you. I can't imaging my life without you, but I also know it is too soon to try to tie you to me. So I am giving you this ring, and making this promise. No matter what else happens, you will always be the person who knows what is inside my soul." Logan let out a breath as he finished the speech, ready to take a big gulp of champagne to smooth down his rough edges. But Veronica threw herself at him and was smothering him in kisses. She tasted sweeter than the champagne anyway, so he pulled her onto his lap and let his tongue stroke the inside of her mouth. He kissed across to his favorite spot, the place on her neck that made her giggle and mewl and generally come apart in his arms.
"Do you have any condoms?" she whispered in his ear, her voice husky with desire.
Logan froze in shock. Finally he managed to squeeze out, "Um, I didn't plan... but maybe, in the bedroom... I'm not sure." Had his voice cracked? He was pretty sure that his voice had cracked. That was so embarrassing. But this was totally out of the blue. They hadn't talked about sex, and certainly he hadn't planned on it for their day cruise to Catalina. He had been content to take it slow. It was a new experience for him, to delay gratification, and he kind of liked it. He could kiss Veronica for hours and hours, and even the smallest amount of groping with her was better then most of the sex he had had.
Veronica stood up and led him by the hand into the bedroom. Logan was still sort of stunned and out of it, so Veronica just left him standing as she rummaged through the bedside drawers. She let out a little cry of triumph and held a small plastic square in the air. Then she set it on the bedside table and climbed on the bed, crooking a finger at him to motion him closer.
"Ronnie, you don't have to do this - " he said nervously, startled by the sudden change from innocent into sex kitten. Veronica laughed.
"Silly. You make it sound like some kind of chore." She laughed again. "Like I'm going to lie here and think of England. I want to do this, as much as you do." She met his eyes, and her gaze was provocative. "You gave me your promise, and now I'm giving you mine. You are the person I share my soul with, too."
Logan didn't need any more invitation. He climbed onto the bed with her, sliding his hands up her bare legs and under her skirt, his grin getting wicked as he stroked the front of her panties. They were already heated and damp, and he tickled the crease in her thigh while he nudged her tank top up so he could kiss her belly.
"On second thought," Veronica smirked and faked a big yawn. "Is there a TV or something I could watch while you do that?" She yawned another jaw popping fake yawn, patting her mouth with her hand. "You know, for when I get bored."
There was a devilish glint in Logan's eye as he pushed her skirt all the way up and kissed her inner thigh. "Better watch out, Mars. You are making me think I've got something to prove. You know I'm gonna have to make you scream my name now."
"Oh, no," said Veronica, totally deadpan. "I'm so scared. My fabulously hot boyfriend has threatened to give me multiple orgasms. Whatever will I do?" She smiled. "You know, you are really going to have to work on your threats if you want that job with the CIAaaaaaaah." She finished the sentence with a barely coherent groan.
Logan smiled triumphantly, though Veronica couldn't see it since his mouth was currently pressed up against her pussy. He licked at her clit a few more times and slid his finger gently into her hole before looking up and smirking, "Guess that shut you up." He twisted his fingers around, licking and stroking and enjoying the guttural noises coming out of his tiny girlfriend.
"Oh, you think you are so smart," she groaned, bucking into his hand. "Just wait until it's my turn."
"Looking forward to it, Mars. Looking forward to it." Logan pushed himself up far enough that he could get a nipple in his mouth. Ronnie had skipped the bra for the trip, doubling up on her tank tops instead. It meant that he could get at the hard little pebble easily through the fabric, chafing it just slightly with his tongue. He left a little wet circle on the left of the pink tank and moved over to make a matching spot on the right. Just because he knew this was ultimately going to end in sex didn't mean he had to be in any sort of hurry.
He decided to leave her clothes on for a while. The skimpy skirt and thin tank tops didn't really hide anything, they just made a delightful tease. His fingers had pushed aside her panties and were having quite the frisky time in the satiny wetness. His other hand toyed with her nipples on top of the fabric then slid up her stomach to reach its targets in the flesh. The sound she made as he grasped one of the little nubs was priceless, something between a squeak and a purr.
"Oh, wow. That's nice," Veronica said in a low hum.
"Nice? Nice?!" Logan murmured with a growl, twisting the finger he had sunk inside her, eliciting a lovely set of groans, and then gently tweaking her nipple for emphasis. "You sure know how to blow a guy's ego."
"That's not all I know how to blow," Veronica said, after she finished gasping for breath, a twinkle in her eye. It shocked her a little, how she had come to a point where she could talk like this to Logan. When they were alone together, another side of her came out. A crazier, more daring side. No one would believe it, but Sweet Ronnie Mars really liked talking dirty, and banter? Well, it was all part of foreplay as far as she was concerned.
"Let's get to that later, shall we? I'm trying to concentrate here." Logan smirked as he lowered his mouth back down to the veritable fountain between her thighs. Oh, his girl was excited all right.
He let the tension build slowly, teasing her, pumping her, tickling and tugging at her nipples. He rubbed his palm across the flat plain of her belly and brushed his lips down her thighs, pausing every now and then to suck at the magic spot that made her squirm and gasp. His cock was harder than adamantium and aching to do some exploring of its own, but he ignored it. He was gonna make Ronnie scream his name before Junior got to come out and play.
At some point, she fisted a hand in his hair, moving his head where she wanted it, grinding on his face. God he loved it that she could take control like this, his sweet little virgin. Veronica Mars was hiding a real firecracker under all of that innocence. Logan loved it that he was the only one in the world who knew the tough, passionate, dirty side of her.
Veronica, for her part, had lost all sense of time and place, floating on the sea of sensation while Logan steered the ship. He knew exactly where he was taking her, and she was sure it would be an excellent cruise. The boy was extremely talented with his tongue, and his fingers? Quite, quite nimble. They had started this kind of play recently, the whole "third base" aspect of their relationship, and was it any wonder she was ready to jump his bones? He was sex on a stick, for god's sake.
Veronica panted and groaned, and tried hard not to say his name since she knew that was what he wanted. Though knowing his ego, her string of, "Oh, god. Oh god. Oh MY god..." probably counted in his mind. Finally, she couldn't stand it. The orgasm was building and every nerve was on edge and she felt her love course through her and she had to say it.
"Logan! Oh god Logan, oh god..." She came with a crashing wave, gripping his head to still him, because all of the sensations were too much and she needed a moment of quiet to let the shock wave recede.
"That's my girl," he said with a grin, wiping his mouth and sliding up the bed next to her. He kissed her forehead and pulled her onto his chest, where he stroked her hair and let her just ride the waves for a while. The yacht rocked gently, soothingly, and Logan whispered dirty things to entertain her, about all he planned to do while they were cruising out at sea.
Veronica pulled back from the hazy bliss and trailed her fingers across his chest. Her hand explored down towards his crotch and she was rewarded with a loud groan when she fingered the long bulge. His cock twitched under her hand and that made her hungry to taste it. She slid her fingers below the waistband of his board shorts and teased the tip. It felt like burning silk, a drop of wetness making the skin slippery under her touch. Logan's chest vibrated with his rumble of approval, and the desire suddenly flared hot and renewed in her chest.
Veronica got to her knees and tugged at Logan's shorts.
"You don't waste any time, do you?" he teased, bemused.
"Says the guy who just had his face in my crotch for half an hour," Veronica returned with a smirk. "Turnabout is fair play. I want you naked, now."
"So demanding." Logan grinned and slowly kicked his shorts off, then pulled his shirt over his head. He did a little stripper twirl and threw it at Veronica, hitting her shoulder. She just laughed and dropped the shirt on the floor.
Then she looked at him, really spent sometime studying his body and it made her feel weak inside. She had never seen him completely naked before and it was breathtaking. Logan was such a ham, he had spread out with his arms behind his head, posing sexily, inviting her perusal. His skin was smooth and brown from the sun, glistening with a light sheen of perspiration. It stretched tight over the firm muscles of his chest and stomach, toned by hours of surfing and snow booarding. The paleness of his tan lines brought her attention to his proudly erect and flush red cock, framed in the dark curls of his pubic hair. Logan's eyes were feverish and full of lust, turned on by her intense gaze, and for just a minute, Veronica wished she had her camera.
But she didn't, so she did the next best thing. She stripped her clothes off and tried to memorize the feel of his skin against hers. And okay, maybe that was just a little better than a photograph.
Veronica had intended to get her mouth on Logan's dick, but he had other ideas, and he pulled her all the way up his body so that he could take her mouth with his. Their bodies slid against each other, slick with the sweat of the hot summer's day and their even hotter frenzy to touch. The world narrowed down to the smells, the tastes, the friction and heat of coming together. Minutes passed or maybe hours as they luxuriated in each other, spreading kisses and caresses across the exposed curves and hollows.
Veronica eventually kissed her way down to her original target, laying her head on Logan's thigh and smoothing her hand across his jerking organ. It was fascinating, really, and she never got enough of looking at it, playing with it. It made her feel like a goddess, flush with power, or maybe a concert musician, eliciting symphonies of reaction. She stroked it and licked it, trailing small wet kisses all around on his thighs and belly, casually grazing him with her breasts. She had never had such an opportunity to tease him before, and she found herself almost giddy with it.
Logan growled and grabbed her, flipping her over and pinning her underneath him. She thought the moment had come, that he was finally going to be inside her, complete her, but instead he just took her with his fingers as he pressed bruising kisses to her lips. He twisted his fingers and ground against her leg and in minutes she started to feel that buzzing and tightening that meant she was about to come. Sure enough, she exploded into his hand a moment later.
Surely Logan would enter her now, she thought, but no. He was lowering his mouth to her pussy again. Veronica knew from her friends who had boyfriends that she was a very lucky girl to have a guy who liked to do such things, and she also knew that once sex became a regular menu item she might not be nearly as blessed, but this was starting to feel a little like avoidance.
"You're not stalling, are you, Echolls?" Veronica questioned, trying to keep her voice steady, though it was difficult to even string two words together. Logan was so sweet, so sentimental sometimes, and he acted like her virginity was an almost sacred thing. And damn that boy was good with his tongue. But hell's bells, Logan was hot and she was seventeen and she just wanted to fuck already.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice muffled by, well, her muff. The breeze from his words tickled across the hot dampness and gave her shivers.
"Well, you've already made me scream your name several times..." Veronica took a deep breath and let it out. Logan was trying very hard to make her incoherent, and she had to concentrate to verbalize her thoughts. She decided to be crude on purpose to cut through the haze in her brain. "Isn't it about time to wrap the rascal and move on to the main event?"
Logan stopped what he was doing and raised his face. His hair was all tousled, his eyes heavy lidded and her juices dripped from his cheeks and chin. Veronica had never seen him look sexier. He seemed both startled and bemused.
"You're a real romantic, Mars." His fingers continued to tickle her folds.
"Seriously, Logan. What's wrong?" Veronica pulled him up to her, laying on her side so their faces were even. She knew Logan well enough to know when something was up.
Logan smiled a little, knowing he was caught. It made him feel good, actually, that Veronica could read him so well. She knew his emotions almost before he did himself. "I guess I'm a little nervous," he said sheepishly, stroking the soft curve of her hip. "I've never done this before."
"That's not what I've heard," Veronica smirked. "I know the gossips like to exaggerate but really..."
"No." Logan grinned, and his usual devilish glint was back. "I've done plenty of that. I mean you... and the virgin thing. I don't want to hurt you."
"Don't worry about me," she smirked. "I'll be thinking of England, remember?" Veronica leaned over to kiss him. "Just let it happen, okay?"
She let her tongue explore his mouth, her teeth nibbling at his lower lip, tasting herself. Logan reached out to pull her close to him, burying himself in her mouth, hand twisted in her hair. The slow pleasure of gentle kisses started to ignite into a feverish need, a grasping hunger. Veronica reached between them and stroked the length of Logan's dick, gripping it in her fist and sliding it up and down the slick path between her legs. Logan barely noticed when Veronica rolled the rubber over him, and then suddenly, he was inside her. She squirmed and wriggled until she was fully impaled.
Veronica sighed in relief to finally have Logan's whole cock inside her. It was as if a missing piece had quite literally slid into place. She loved the feeling of connection and she palmed his face so she could read the look in his eyes. She was gratified to see the fire and euphoria she read there; it mirrored her own intense reaction.
Logan began moving slowly, still locked in her gaze. The sensation was overwhelming; she was so full of him. He spread her legs farther, wrapping them around his waist. She slid her hands under her ass to tilt her pelvis up for a better angle. Each smooth stroke nearly sent her to heaven, and the blistering love and lust in Logan's eyes held her transfixed. Neither said a word, but their heartbeats and breathing lined up as they joined into one being for a brief slice of time.
Logan broke the spell as his eyes closed in agony and ecstasy. "Oh, lord I love you, Veronica," he shouted as he came.
"Love you," she whispered, riding his orgasm almost as if it were her own. It was an amazing feeling and she was sure there would never be anything in the world to compare.
He pulled her tight against him, clutching her as the spasms rolled through his body. After a minute, he flipped them, managing to stay inside her even as she took her place on top. He cuddled her close as their bodies calmed and their breathing, still in rhythm, slowed.
Logan picked up her left hand and toyed with the ring he had given her, twisting it around her finger and then bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss.
"Well, I have to say, Ronnie. I think you really upstaged me on the symbolic promise thing." He smirked. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Ahh, it's the gift that keeps on giving, too," she said, giggling and pinching his ass. "Though I do like the ring."
"Anam Cara," he said, kissing her nose.
"Always," she agreed, leaning in for a full tongue kiss. She winked. "So what do you think? Another round in an hour or so?"
"Ronnie! You are insatiable." Logan laughed. "I have created a monster!" He grinned slyly and rubbed against her. "Maybe half an hour. Less if you do that thing with your tongue..."
Title: The Sweet Life, WIP 6.5/6.5
Author:
gertinatorPairing/Character: Logan/Veronica, ensemble
Word Count: 3971
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The au of Veronica's graduation dream... Lilly is alive. How did Veronica end up with Logan?
Spoilers/Warnings: This chapter in smut-o-vision, so grab your sex goggles and strap on your... *cough* Well, you know what I mean. Seriously, it's not kinky or anything, just heavy smut. Not as graphic as I sometimes write *winks* but a lot more than in the preceding fluff.
A/N: A certain pixie was pestering me that I had to write some smut for this and she is my master, so I had to obey.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5| Part 6
Epilogue
"I have something I want to give you." Logan suddenly felt silly. It was just a little too staged, a little too cheesy, like something out of one of his Dad's movies. He looked around the yacht, at the champagne bucket filled with ice and the bowl of strawberries, and wondered how many women his dad had seduced on this very boat. He didn't want to be following in Daddy's footsteps.
But Veronica had wanted to go to Catalina, and he had wanted to make the trip special. It was their six month anniversary, and maybe it was girly of him to even know that, but he had woken up every morning for the last six months sure that he would discover it was all a dream. He counted each day a blessing when he realized it was indeed true. Veronica Mars was his girlfriend.
"Is it a pony?" Veronica quipped. "It must be a miniature to have fit on the boat."
"Smart ass." Logan grinned. Now this felt more like their relationship. Him trying to be morbidly sentimental and Veronica cracking jokes at his expense. He fingered the little ring in his pocket and hoped it would fit her. He was sure he could find a jeweler to size it down if he needed to.
"My mom's been going through her stuff... She's planning on divorcing Aaron as soon as I turn 18 and she wants to be ready." Veronica tilted her head but did not speak and he explained. "She's been wanting to be free for a while, but she was afraid to do it while he might still be able to...use me... to get to her. So we made a plan. My eighteenth birthday, she gives him the papers and we walk away together." Logan sighed. "I'm working on her going into rehab, but she hasn't quite accepted that part yet."
"That's great, Logan," Veronica said, reaching out and squeezing his hand. "I'm so happy for you." She really was glad to hear that his mother was finally going to act to end things. As far as Veronica was concerned, Lynne Echolls should have made the move for divorce a long time ago. It made a certain kind of sense that she had been afraid of what could happen to Logan though. Nobody wanted to believe their heroes were really villains, and the world was just perverse enough that Aaron could have played the alcoholic card on Lynne and ended up with sole custody of Logan. And what a disaster that would have been.
"Yeah," Logan smirked for a minute. "I wish I could see the bastard's face when he comes home and there is nothing left of us but the divorce papers." He chuckled, and then realized he had gotten off track. "Anyway, Mom found this in her jewelry box." He held up the ring, a simple silver band. "It's a poesy ring. It was my grandma's. It says 'Anam Cara' on it. That's Gaelic for 'soul friend.' You're supposed to give it to the person you share your innermost thoughts and feelings with. Mom never wore it. Maybe because it's not flashy enough for her, or because, you know, Dad was afraid lightening would strike him for the blasphemy of putting it on her finger." Logan took a breath.
"But I thought it was perfect for us." He took Veronica's hand and found that the little ring fit perfectly on her left pointer finger. He slid it into place and then kissed it, wrapping his hand around hers. "I know that we're only in high school and we don't know what's going to happen with the rest of our lives. You might go off to Stanford and fall in love with the future Chief Justice... or some other genius who deserves you way more than I do." Logan could tell Veronica was about to protest and he put his finger to her lips.
"Shh," he said. "Ronnie, I am so lucky to have you. I can't imaging my life without you, but I also know it is too soon to try to tie you to me. So I am giving you this ring, and making this promise. No matter what else happens, you will always be the person who knows what is inside my soul." Logan let out a breath as he finished the speech, ready to take a big gulp of champagne to smooth down his rough edges. But Veronica threw herself at him and was smothering him in kisses. She tasted sweeter than the champagne anyway, so he pulled her onto his lap and let his tongue stroke the inside of her mouth. He kissed across to his favorite spot, the place on her neck that made her giggle and mewl and generally come apart in his arms.
"Do you have any condoms?" she whispered in his ear, her voice husky with desire.
Logan froze in shock. Finally he managed to squeeze out, "Um, I didn't plan... but maybe, in the bedroom... I'm not sure." Had his voice cracked? He was pretty sure that his voice had cracked. That was so embarrassing. But this was totally out of the blue. They hadn't talked about sex, and certainly he hadn't planned on it for their day cruise to Catalina. He had been content to take it slow. It was a new experience for him, to delay gratification, and he kind of liked it. He could kiss Veronica for hours and hours, and even the smallest amount of groping with her was better then most of the sex he had had.
Veronica stood up and led him by the hand into the bedroom. Logan was still sort of stunned and out of it, so Veronica just left him standing as she rummaged through the bedside drawers. She let out a little cry of triumph and held a small plastic square in the air. Then she set it on the bedside table and climbed on the bed, crooking a finger at him to motion him closer.
"Ronnie, you don't have to do this - " he said nervously, startled by the sudden change from innocent into sex kitten. Veronica laughed.
"Silly. You make it sound like some kind of chore." She laughed again. "Like I'm going to lie here and think of England. I want to do this, as much as you do." She met his eyes, and her gaze was provocative. "You gave me your promise, and now I'm giving you mine. You are the person I share my soul with, too."
Logan didn't need any more invitation. He climbed onto the bed with her, sliding his hands up her bare legs and under her skirt, his grin getting wicked as he stroked the front of her panties. They were already heated and damp, and he tickled the crease in her thigh while he nudged her tank top up so he could kiss her belly.
"On second thought," Veronica smirked and faked a big yawn. "Is there a TV or something I could watch while you do that?" She yawned another jaw popping fake yawn, patting her mouth with her hand. "You know, for when I get bored."
There was a devilish glint in Logan's eye as he pushed her skirt all the way up and kissed her inner thigh. "Better watch out, Mars. You are making me think I've got something to prove. You know I'm gonna have to make you scream my name now."
"Oh, no," said Veronica, totally deadpan. "I'm so scared. My fabulously hot boyfriend has threatened to give me multiple orgasms. Whatever will I do?" She smiled. "You know, you are really going to have to work on your threats if you want that job with the CIAaaaaaaah." She finished the sentence with a barely coherent groan.
Logan smiled triumphantly, though Veronica couldn't see it since his mouth was currently pressed up against her pussy. He licked at her clit a few more times and slid his finger gently into her hole before looking up and smirking, "Guess that shut you up." He twisted his fingers around, licking and stroking and enjoying the guttural noises coming out of his tiny girlfriend.
"Oh, you think you are so smart," she groaned, bucking into his hand. "Just wait until it's my turn."
"Looking forward to it, Mars. Looking forward to it." Logan pushed himself up far enough that he could get a nipple in his mouth. Ronnie had skipped the bra for the trip, doubling up on her tank tops instead. It meant that he could get at the hard little pebble easily through the fabric, chafing it just slightly with his tongue. He left a little wet circle on the left of the pink tank and moved over to make a matching spot on the right. Just because he knew this was ultimately going to end in sex didn't mean he had to be in any sort of hurry.
He decided to leave her clothes on for a while. The skimpy skirt and thin tank tops didn't really hide anything, they just made a delightful tease. His fingers had pushed aside her panties and were having quite the frisky time in the satiny wetness. His other hand toyed with her nipples on top of the fabric then slid up her stomach to reach its targets in the flesh. The sound she made as he grasped one of the little nubs was priceless, something between a squeak and a purr.
"Oh, wow. That's nice," Veronica said in a low hum.
"Nice? Nice?!" Logan murmured with a growl, twisting the finger he had sunk inside her, eliciting a lovely set of groans, and then gently tweaking her nipple for emphasis. "You sure know how to blow a guy's ego."
"That's not all I know how to blow," Veronica said, after she finished gasping for breath, a twinkle in her eye. It shocked her a little, how she had come to a point where she could talk like this to Logan. When they were alone together, another side of her came out. A crazier, more daring side. No one would believe it, but Sweet Ronnie Mars really liked talking dirty, and banter? Well, it was all part of foreplay as far as she was concerned.
"Let's get to that later, shall we? I'm trying to concentrate here." Logan smirked as he lowered his mouth back down to the veritable fountain between her thighs. Oh, his girl was excited all right.
He let the tension build slowly, teasing her, pumping her, tickling and tugging at her nipples. He rubbed his palm across the flat plain of her belly and brushed his lips down her thighs, pausing every now and then to suck at the magic spot that made her squirm and gasp. His cock was harder than adamantium and aching to do some exploring of its own, but he ignored it. He was gonna make Ronnie scream his name before Junior got to come out and play.
At some point, she fisted a hand in his hair, moving his head where she wanted it, grinding on his face. God he loved it that she could take control like this, his sweet little virgin. Veronica Mars was hiding a real firecracker under all of that innocence. Logan loved it that he was the only one in the world who knew the tough, passionate, dirty side of her.
Veronica, for her part, had lost all sense of time and place, floating on the sea of sensation while Logan steered the ship. He knew exactly where he was taking her, and she was sure it would be an excellent cruise. The boy was extremely talented with his tongue, and his fingers? Quite, quite nimble. They had started this kind of play recently, the whole "third base" aspect of their relationship, and was it any wonder she was ready to jump his bones? He was sex on a stick, for god's sake.
Veronica panted and groaned, and tried hard not to say his name since she knew that was what he wanted. Though knowing his ego, her string of, "Oh, god. Oh god. Oh MY god..." probably counted in his mind. Finally, she couldn't stand it. The orgasm was building and every nerve was on edge and she felt her love course through her and she had to say it.
"Logan! Oh god Logan, oh god..." She came with a crashing wave, gripping his head to still him, because all of the sensations were too much and she needed a moment of quiet to let the shock wave recede.
"That's my girl," he said with a grin, wiping his mouth and sliding up the bed next to her. He kissed her forehead and pulled her onto his chest, where he stroked her hair and let her just ride the waves for a while. The yacht rocked gently, soothingly, and Logan whispered dirty things to entertain her, about all he planned to do while they were cruising out at sea.
Veronica pulled back from the hazy bliss and trailed her fingers across his chest. Her hand explored down towards his crotch and she was rewarded with a loud groan when she fingered the long bulge. His cock twitched under her hand and that made her hungry to taste it. She slid her fingers below the waistband of his board shorts and teased the tip. It felt like burning silk, a drop of wetness making the skin slippery under her touch. Logan's chest vibrated with his rumble of approval, and the desire suddenly flared hot and renewed in her chest.
Veronica got to her knees and tugged at Logan's shorts.
"You don't waste any time, do you?" he teased, bemused.
"Says the guy who just had his face in my crotch for half an hour," Veronica returned with a smirk. "Turnabout is fair play. I want you naked, now."
"So demanding." Logan grinned and slowly kicked his shorts off, then pulled his shirt over his head. He did a little stripper twirl and threw it at Veronica, hitting her shoulder. She just laughed and dropped the shirt on the floor.
Then she looked at him, really spent sometime studying his body and it made her feel weak inside. She had never seen him completely naked before and it was breathtaking. Logan was such a ham, he had spread out with his arms behind his head, posing sexily, inviting her perusal. His skin was smooth and brown from the sun, glistening with a light sheen of perspiration. It stretched tight over the firm muscles of his chest and stomach, toned by hours of surfing and snow booarding. The paleness of his tan lines brought her attention to his proudly erect and flush red cock, framed in the dark curls of his pubic hair. Logan's eyes were feverish and full of lust, turned on by her intense gaze, and for just a minute, Veronica wished she had her camera.
But she didn't, so she did the next best thing. She stripped her clothes off and tried to memorize the feel of his skin against hers. And okay, maybe that was just a little better than a photograph.
Veronica had intended to get her mouth on Logan's dick, but he had other ideas, and he pulled her all the way up his body so that he could take her mouth with his. Their bodies slid against each other, slick with the sweat of the hot summer's day and their even hotter frenzy to touch. The world narrowed down to the smells, the tastes, the friction and heat of coming together. Minutes passed or maybe hours as they luxuriated in each other, spreading kisses and caresses across the exposed curves and hollows.
Veronica eventually kissed her way down to her original target, laying her head on Logan's thigh and smoothing her hand across his jerking organ. It was fascinating, really, and she never got enough of looking at it, playing with it. It made her feel like a goddess, flush with power, or maybe a concert musician, eliciting symphonies of reaction. She stroked it and licked it, trailing small wet kisses all around on his thighs and belly, casually grazing him with her breasts. She had never had such an opportunity to tease him before, and she found herself almost giddy with it.
Logan growled and grabbed her, flipping her over and pinning her underneath him. She thought the moment had come, that he was finally going to be inside her, complete her, but instead he just took her with his fingers as he pressed bruising kisses to her lips. He twisted his fingers and ground against her leg and in minutes she started to feel that buzzing and tightening that meant she was about to come. Sure enough, she exploded into his hand a moment later.
Surely Logan would enter her now, she thought, but no. He was lowering his mouth to her pussy again. Veronica knew from her friends who had boyfriends that she was a very lucky girl to have a guy who liked to do such things, and she also knew that once sex became a regular menu item she might not be nearly as blessed, but this was starting to feel a little like avoidance.
"You're not stalling, are you, Echolls?" Veronica questioned, trying to keep her voice steady, though it was difficult to even string two words together. Logan was so sweet, so sentimental sometimes, and he acted like her virginity was an almost sacred thing. And damn that boy was good with his tongue. But hell's bells, Logan was hot and she was seventeen and she just wanted to fuck already.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice muffled by, well, her muff. The breeze from his words tickled across the hot dampness and gave her shivers.
"Well, you've already made me scream your name several times..." Veronica took a deep breath and let it out. Logan was trying very hard to make her incoherent, and she had to concentrate to verbalize her thoughts. She decided to be crude on purpose to cut through the haze in her brain. "Isn't it about time to wrap the rascal and move on to the main event?"
Logan stopped what he was doing and raised his face. His hair was all tousled, his eyes heavy lidded and her juices dripped from his cheeks and chin. Veronica had never seen him look sexier. He seemed both startled and bemused.
"You're a real romantic, Mars." His fingers continued to tickle her folds.
"Seriously, Logan. What's wrong?" Veronica pulled him up to her, laying on her side so their faces were even. She knew Logan well enough to know when something was up.
Logan smiled a little, knowing he was caught. It made him feel good, actually, that Veronica could read him so well. She knew his emotions almost before he did himself. "I guess I'm a little nervous," he said sheepishly, stroking the soft curve of her hip. "I've never done this before."
"That's not what I've heard," Veronica smirked. "I know the gossips like to exaggerate but really..."
"No." Logan grinned, and his usual devilish glint was back. "I've done plenty of that. I mean you... and the virgin thing. I don't want to hurt you."
"Don't worry about me," she smirked. "I'll be thinking of England, remember?" Veronica leaned over to kiss him. "Just let it happen, okay?"
She let her tongue explore his mouth, her teeth nibbling at his lower lip, tasting herself. Logan reached out to pull her close to him, burying himself in her mouth, hand twisted in her hair. The slow pleasure of gentle kisses started to ignite into a feverish need, a grasping hunger. Veronica reached between them and stroked the length of Logan's dick, gripping it in her fist and sliding it up and down the slick path between her legs. Logan barely noticed when Veronica rolled the rubber over him, and then suddenly, he was inside her. She squirmed and wriggled until she was fully impaled.
Veronica sighed in relief to finally have Logan's whole cock inside her. It was as if a missing piece had quite literally slid into place. She loved the feeling of connection and she palmed his face so she could read the look in his eyes. She was gratified to see the fire and euphoria she read there; it mirrored her own intense reaction.
Logan began moving slowly, still locked in her gaze. The sensation was overwhelming; she was so full of him. He spread her legs farther, wrapping them around his waist. She slid her hands under her ass to tilt her pelvis up for a better angle. Each smooth stroke nearly sent her to heaven, and the blistering love and lust in Logan's eyes held her transfixed. Neither said a word, but their heartbeats and breathing lined up as they joined into one being for a brief slice of time.
Logan broke the spell as his eyes closed in agony and ecstasy. "Oh, lord I love you, Veronica," he shouted as he came.
"Love you," she whispered, riding his orgasm almost as if it were her own. It was an amazing feeling and she was sure there would never be anything in the world to compare.
He pulled her tight against him, clutching her as the spasms rolled through his body. After a minute, he flipped them, managing to stay inside her even as she took her place on top. He cuddled her close as their bodies calmed and their breathing, still in rhythm, slowed.
Logan picked up her left hand and toyed with the ring he had given her, twisting it around her finger and then bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss.
"Well, I have to say, Ronnie. I think you really upstaged me on the symbolic promise thing." He smirked. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Ahh, it's the gift that keeps on giving, too," she said, giggling and pinching his ass. "Though I do like the ring."
"Anam Cara," he said, kissing her nose.
"Always," she agreed, leaning in for a full tongue kiss. She winked. "So what do you think? Another round in an hour or so?"
"Ronnie! You are insatiable." Logan laughed. "I have created a monster!" He grinned slyly and rubbed against her. "Maybe half an hour. Less if you do that thing with your tongue..."
