Long Road Home (the_wolverine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-03-12 23:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, aria t'loak, logan howlett (wolverine) |
Got a design in mind?
Who: Aria and Logan
What: Meeting for drinks, discussing business plans and other things
When: Late Feb
Where: A bar
Status: complete
Rating: High
After getting the times that Logan was at his bar, Aria had arranged her schedule so she could meet him. It was a busy life, being in the process of buying property in Orange County and needing to head back to L.A. now and then to make certain things were running smoothly. She trusted the one she left in charge while she was gone, but Aria was the hands-on type. It sometimes drove her crazy to be away from Omega. But it was a price she’d be paying for a while having two businesses she’d need to travel between. Her attention would be more focused on the one here as she got it off the ground and got the correct staff for it.
But right now, her mind wasn’t on business. Aria arrived at the Nightcrawler and stepped inside. It certainly was a popular place. It didn’t take her long to notice the bartender. How could she not?
“Damn,” she cursed under her breath as she watched Bo for some moments. No wonder Logan seemed to be possessive of her. With that smile and cleavage, she could probably charm every last dime off of the most stingy person alive if she wanted.
Aria got some looks herself, but she rather commanded attention. And it wasn’t just the blue hair with purple and neon green streaks in it or her choice of clothing. She was definitely hot, and she was statuesque.
Bo really was amazing. More than once Logan wished he could have had a sample. Especially with the succubus thing. He could heal, after all, and that kind of thing was hot. But he didn’t muscle in on another woman’s woman. Unless that woman was Scott’s, anyway.
Speaking of hot, his eyes fell on Aria. She didn’t look much different, and in that choice of clothing it left just enough up to his memory. And he had a very nice series of memories involving her. He snuck up behind her. “What do you think?”
Now if Bo were honest, Logan was her type of guy. She tended for the scruffy, somewhat feral guys. Sometimes her succubus nature tried to get her to give him a ride, but she always got it under control. After all, she was Lara’s and would have it no other way.
Aria didn’t even flinch when he came up behind her. Instead she smirked a bit. “She’s hot. And the bar’s nice, too.” The aesthetic seemed to suit the place. There was a good atmosphere in here for a bar.
If Bo really needed a man, Lara would look the other way, but she wouldn’t like it.
Logan nodded. “Yeah, thanks on the bar account. Can’t take credit for Bo. She gets all the credit for herself.” He winked in Bo’s direction, then sat next to Aria. She was a beautiful and hot woman.
“How long you been in town? How long are you planning on staying?”
Bo didn’t need a man. All she needed was Lara. The only time someone else would come into the equation was if she was dying and Lara wasn’t there. But even then, she’d still feel guilty about it. Bo spotted Logan and the blue-haired woman. She gave him a smile, and gave Aria a little look over. Looking never hurt anything. And Bo was a succubus. Her head would turn now and then, but nothing more than that.
“She certainly seems to be a pro at it. If I could find someone like her, that would be wonderful.” Aria had a couple good bartenders for Omega, but she was going to need a couple for the one she would open here. She’d need to find special ones, though at least she had a knack for reading people easily. Turning her attention to Logan, she smiled a bit. “A couple weeks at most. I’ve largely been looking at the other clubs and bars in the area to see what competition I would have for opening a new one. Just closed on a place to live last week so there would be less back and forth between here and L.A.”
And that last bit of information should be enough to answer Logan’s question.
“She might know someone, I’ll ask her.” He nodded at Bo, as if signaling her to bring his favorite, then nodded his head at Aria so she’d bring her whatever she was having too. “Must be serious then. You’ve come a long way, it’s real good to see that.”
He could only imagine the men Aria had stepped on on the way up. Most of them probably deserved it.
Seeing the signal, Bo nodded, finishing up another order and sending it off before starting on the one Logan just gave her.
“I am. I wanted to open a second club, but L.A. is nearly oversaturated. Looking elsewhere, Orange County seemed the most appealing.” Not to mention she could easily come and go between OC and L.A. for business. She smirked a bit. “I have, and it feels good. My stripper days are behind me.” She’d stepped on a few men on her way up, and she’d gladly step on as many people as needed to get to where she wanted to be.
“Alright guys, got your fresh round here,” Bo said as she served them their drinks. Up close, Aria was definitely hot. And she thought there was something in both her aura and Logan’s that suggested an attraction. She was just going to avoid that subject.
Aria looked Bo over. Damn she was even hotter up close. Definitely a shame she was taken, as that ring on her finger suggested. If she was free, Aria may have chatted her up.
If there was a city that was oversaturated, L.A. would be it. New York, Vegas, Tokyo, those were a few others that might be, but none of them like L.A. It was a wise decision. Logan grinned at her. “At least I can say I was there from the bottom up.”
Among other things. Or perhaps in multiple ways. He nodded at Bo, but kept his eyes on Aria. “Thanks darlin’.”
Yeah, with the way Logan was looking at Aria and the way Aria was looking at her, Bo was just going to go back behind the bar. “You’re welcome, and enjoy.” And with that, she turned and got back to work. Though not without Aria checking out that ass before she looked back at Logan.
“That you can. You should come to Omega sometime,” she offered. “I’m planning a similar club here, pending permits and such of course.” Though she had little doubt the permits would get approved.
Could a succubus act as an aphrodisiac? Logan wanted to know, for a friend.
“You won’t have much trouble. The regulators here don’t really give a fuck. You can probably get away with shit you couldn’t in L.A.” Logan picked his drink up and tasted it. Oh, that was the good stuff. He was proud of his ability to select the good stuff. “But I wouldn’t mind seeing Omega. Interestin’ name. Gonna call the one here Alpha?”
Omega had a better ring to it.
If asked, Bo could say that yes, a succubus acted as an aphrodisiac. Lara seemed to think so, at least!
“One of the reasons I settled on this area. If all goes well, it will have a club with dancefloor and bar, and another part with exotic dancers. There seems to be more need for a decent strip club.” Aria had checked out some other places and found them to be below her standards. And Aria actually had standards, especially after some of the hole-in-the-wall places she worked in in her younger days. The club she’d met Logan in had been a step or two up from a hole-in-the-wall type of place until she’d gotten ownership of it and turned it around.
“Fuck no, that would just be silly.” She responded with a laugh. Taking a sip of her drink, she had to admire it, a pleased expression crossing her face. “I’m thinking of calling this one Afterlife. It has a certain ring to it, while also being where most people should figuratively be after spending an evening in my club. Providing they’re partying correctly, of course.”
Logan grunted. “A lot of the strip clubs here leave a lot to be desired.” There was one that served a good beer, but most of them had crappy drinks, poor lighting, and overworked girls.
“Afterlife. I like the sound of that. Gonna go multi-level? Or just have the naked shit in the back.”
“They do, so I intend to liven it up a bit.” Having been an exotic dancer in the past, Aria knew what they went through. It wasn’t easy getting up on stage in front of strangers and performing. She’d make certain her girls weren’t overworked, and the drinks would definitely not be crappy.
“Multi-level would be easier to keep them separated. Also potentially easier to catch underage kids trying to sneak in.” The entire club would be 18+. It was just easier to have a couple bouncers standing at the stairway leading up to the strip club to double check IDs. “Fake IDs are also not going to go unnoticed.” She also made certain her people knew what to look for in fake IDs. She made them study what the real IDs should look like.
Might be easier said than done in this county. With some of the tech available, the underage kids might even be able to fool Aria. Logan didn’t know any, but he expected it to happen. “Better than turning the other way an’ paying out the nose for a fine. Got a design in mind?”
There were always new ways to cheat the system, as it were, so Aria tended to keep a very watchful eye on things. “I prefer to avoid fines whenever I possibly can.” As pretty much anyone tended to do. “I do. I have a meeting with an architect later this week to discuss it all in-depth.”
Aria gave the bar another glance around. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a comfortable home here.”
“I like it. Coulda gone more rustic but I was talked out of that.” Rustic would work somewhere in the rockies maybe. Less so in Orange County. But then, Logan was all rustic charm and short lumberjack on one hand, and Hell’s Angel biker on the other. It could get confusing to people. He smiled, leaning on his elbow. “You’re always welcome here, Aria.”
“Rustic suits you, though probably not Orange County.” Perhaps northern California would be better suited for a rustic style like that. “Why thank you, I may certainly come by whenever I can. You are always welcome at Omega and Afterlife, when it’s built, of course.”
“Think I’d fit in?” Logan asked. “Wouldn’t be the first time I squeezed into something leather or spandex.”
Out of context, he knew it sounded weird and funny. And that was the point. Besides, if it made Aria laugh, it was a win.
The thought of Logan in spandex was an amusing one, and it did make Aria laugh. “Spandex is so not in your arsenal. Leather, though, that’d do some wonders for you.” There was a gleam in her eyes. Aria well knew Logan’s physical assets.
“Ain’t as wondrous as what leather does to you,” Logan pointed out, matching gleam in his eyes. Aria had one of those bodies that didn’t quit, toned and curved. Her attitude towards life only made her more attractive. She was almost unobtainable.
Aria kept herself in shape. No one looked the way she did without working at it. Even if her stripping days were past her, she could still work a pole better than most anyone else. “Leather is a wonderful asset to us both in different ways.” She leaned forward a bit, looking Logan over. “You look as though you’re keeping in shape.”
“Better shape than I’ve ever been. Good genetics.” An in joke Aria wouldn’t get for awhile, at least. “Decided I should take better care of myself. Helps work off the aggression.”
“Good for you. Though there’s more than one way to work off aggression.” Aria said coyly as she sipped her drink.
Logan could think of a few. “I’m open to suggestions.”
“We could pick up where we left off,” she suggested. Logan was definitely good, and Aria had fond memories.
“Don’t know if I’m still that flexible,” Logan replied. He finished his drink before giving her a suggestive grin. “Willin’ to find out.”
He had an office. It had a desk. It could do.
Aria smirked as she finished off her drink. “I can give you a good stretch and find out,” she practically purred.
Standing, Logan swept his arm towards the general direction of the back rooms. “After you, darlin’.”
He wanted his hands on her but that could wait.
“Such a gentleman,” she commented as she stood up and walked in the direction he indicated. Aria had a swagger to her walk, a natural one that spoke of confidence.
Bo caught sight of Logan and the mystery woman heading to the back together. The color of their auras made her swallow past a lump that suddenly formed in her throat, and she felt a strong sense of arousal, and she kept her eyes on the ground, shielding them as they turned blue momentarily. Lara was going to get jumped when she got home.
It was a beautiful swagger. Logan took a moment to appreciate the ass and hips of that swagger before be followed Aria. He slipped past her to get the door, and closed it behind them. He unlocked the office so they could get inside. “Sure you’re up for a work out?”
Lara was going to enjoy that.
Aria smirked a bit. There was something entirely appealing to this. She wasn’t exactly the type to go back to a previous lover, but there was something about Logan that appealed to her. It was probably that Hell’s Angel side of him. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have made the suggestion. Unless you’re doubting your flexibility.” She quipped as he unlocked the office.
Aria didn’t give him time to respond, at least not initially. Once the office door was open, she stepped up to him, practically pushing him inside and closing the door behind them before pulling him in for a kiss. She was taller than he was, but she didn’t care about that. She cared about good sex.
Damn dirty sex in damn dirty places. One of Logan’s favorite things. Certainly in the top five. He didn’t get a chance to respond, and he didn’t really mind. He kissed her back, feral and hungry, his hands moving down her back and squeezing her ass. He loved tall women. Especially tall women who were both hard and soft in all the right places.
While Aria had standards, she didn’t have many when it came to places to have sex. She was no stranger to dirt sex in dirty places. In fact, she rather enjoyed such things. Especially when it was with someone she especially liked, like Logan. She groaned a bit, loving the feel of his hands on her. Her hands ran along his back, pulling his body tight against hers. Her kiss matched his own. There were plenty of surfaces in an office to have sex on, but Aria moved him towards the desk. She had a fondness for desks.
Logan let the lady lead. If she wanted to be bent over, he’d oblige. If she wanted to be on top, or facing him, he’d oblige too. Her body felt warm and taut against his and he groaned into Aria’s mouth. He’d had a lot of lovers. Aria was one of the best of the bunch and he was already reminded of why.
One could say that sex was her unofficial trade, but that wasn’t exactly correct. Aria liked sex, and she knew how to use her body to achieve the best result for both her and her partner. Logan was also one of the best partners she’d had, which was why it was easy for her to jump right back to him.
“Hammer me like a bent nail,” she purred to him. Aria felt like being bent over to begin with. Then from there, she’d let creativity take hold.
Groaning again, Logan bit her lip, hands simultaneously pushing her pants down and her shirt up. Touching her was enjoyable, and it was polite to make sure she was actually ready enough for this. Besides, he had an idea. After all, one had to prepare the nail first. Logan bent Aria over the desk, then dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs.
She groaned when he bit her lip. Aria was getting even more turned on as time was passing here. She had a smile on her face when Logan bent her over the desk. She flipped some hair over her shoulder as she glanced back at him in time to see him drop to his knees. She moaned, more than enjoying his mouth where it was. Her fingers curled around the edge of the desk. “Fuck, yes,” she groaned out.
Grinning, Logan gripped Aria’s legs, tilting his head and putting his tongue to work. Since the last time he’d seen her, he’d gained a lot more experience. Multiple life-times of dreams, stretching across hundreds of combined years.
One tends to learn what a woman likes, and Logan still remembered what Aria in particular liked.
She let out another moan as his tongue went to work. He remembered what she liked, and she gripped the edge of the desk a little tighter. “You’re damn good with your tongue,” she stated as she pressed her hips into his tongue. He was getting her aroused rather quickly, and she loved it.
“You taste fucking good,” Logan moaned, slipping a hand between her legs to help push Aria closer to the edge. Of course, the danger was she’d get satisfied that way, but he wasn’t worrying too much about that. He twirled his thumb around, slipping it inside while moving his tongue to her clit. Letting go with his other hand, he undid his jeans to ease the pressure.
Aria moaned louder, not caring about her volume level. Besides, there were a couple doors and several walls between them and the bar. And it was loud in the bar with people talking and music playing. So really, the only danger of being heard was if Bo or someone came into the back for something. Which Bo was decidedly not going to do lest she need to leave her shift early to run home and jump Lara.
This alone would not satisfy Aria, it was only wetting her appetite, much as she was getting wet between her legs. “Fuck,” she cursed, feeling herself getting towards that edge. It was quicker than she tended to like, considering she enjoyed long sessions of sex, but Logan tended to get her going rather quickly.Come on Bo you know you’re curious
And then Logan stopped, right when she was on the edge. He slowly backed her away from the cliff, then drove her towards it again. He kept up changing his pace until he was sure she was either going to kill him or propose to him, then stood. He grabbed her arms and pulled her back onto him, until she was suspended just over the desk.
Every time that Logan pulled her back from the edge, it added to the feeling of wanting to kill him. At least until this last time when he grabbed her arms and pulled her onto him. She moaned, back arching as she felt him within her. “Fucking shit,” she groaned. It almost felt like he’d gotten bigger since the last time they’d been together.
A lot of things had changed, even if his height hadn’t. Logan ran his hands up Aria’s arms to her shoulders, rolling his hips slowly as he got used to the feel of her. “Fuck, that feels amazing. Outta practice, darlin’?”
Grinning, he pulled her head back so he could kiss her, all the while rocking his hips teasingly.
She moaned as he rolled his hips against hers. She rolled hers back against him. The sensations ran through her like electricity. Perhaps she’d been a little heavier on the female lovers side of things lately, but she was definitely not out of practice.
Aria kissed him back, then bit at his lip. “What do you think?” She retorted, groaning as he moved his hips teasingly.
Moving with her, Logan answered with his body, and with how hard he kissed her back. She was obviously a willing and eager participant and that was always a lot better than a lady that just laid there and took one for the Queen. Logan dug his fingers into Aria’s hips as he increased the tempo, his other hand wrapping around her throat. If he remembered correctly, she liked that as much as he did.
She moaned into his mouth, loving the fingers digging into her hip and the hand around her throat. She definitely liked that, and she moved her hips back against him, reaching back with a hand and grabbing onto his hip. Aria wasn’t the type to just sit and let someone else do all the work. Sex was far more enjoyable when it was a collaborative experience.
“Fuck me.” It was both an exclaimation, and a request. Logan moved faster. He liked it rough, with the right woman, and Aria was the right woman for that. He wanted to leave bruises in her skin, marks of possession. Logan only wished she could do the same to him. Chances were she’d discover his healing today.
She was only happy to oblige the request, moving her own hips faster. Rough was definitely up her alley as well. He could leave as many marks on her as he wanted. She leave them right back. Though upon discovering the healing ability, at least she’d be less freaked by it considering she had read back on the network and clearly weird shit happened here.
“Oh fuck yes, like that,” she stated, gripping his hips tightly with both of her hands.
The thing Logan said next was not for polite ears, but he ramped up his speed and the force of his thrusts until his toes were curling in his boots. Groaning, he squeezed Aria’s throat tightly, then let go so he could explore her breasts with calloused hands.
Aria moaned out loudly as the speed and force increased. She matched his pace, rocking back against him. As her throat was squeezed, all sound was lost along with her ability to breathe, but it made her orgasm build up that much higher. She was almost there, but she was enjoying the pace, so she was trying to drag it out as much as possible. When his hands moved to her breasts, that set her perilously close to the edge. Her fingers dug into his hips and a string of profanities came out of her mouth.
He’d be damned if he came before she did. Her breasts felt perfect in his hands, and he leaned his chest against her back as it became increasingly more difficult to focus. “Damn, Aria!”
Logan sank his teeth into the skin of her shoulder and sucked there.
Aria tilted her head back and cried out when he sank his teeth into her shoulder. One hand released his hip and tangled into his hair while she dug her nails of her other hand into his other hip. The bite and sucking was definitely enough. After a couple more strokes, she cried out as her orgasm ripped through her.
“Oh fuck, Logan!” Her nails dug into his scalp a bit as well.
The pain from her nails and the way her body shuddered and clenched at him was more than enough to send him barreling over the edge after Aria. His shout was probably loud enough for Bo to hear, and he ground himself into Aria until he could barely move at all.
Yeah, Bo definitely heard that, and probably only because she knew sex was going down back there. She quickly got herself a glass of ice water and chugged it. Bo was going to give Lara a run for her stamina when she got home.
Aria moaned out as she felt his release. That was when she realized they weren’t using protection, but right now she didn’t precisely care. If he had something, he most likely would’ve told her before getting this far. And she could get the morning after pill on her way home. Her body was tingling all over and she took some deep breaths. It felt like he’d been ramming into her like an actual battering ram, not a metaphorical one. It made her curious if he had gotten that strong since she’d last seen him, or if she’d just forgotten how strong he was. Chances were she wasn’t going to be able to walk straight. And that thought turned her on even more.
“Mm fuck, that was good.” Once she was relatively certain she could stay on her feet, she pulled away from him enough to turn around and face him. “I think you deserve a treat,” she purred as she pushed him into the nearest chair. She kicked off her boots and discarded her pants and panties so she could move easier. She pulled out some moves she hadn’t used in several years, which was she began to give him a very sexy lap dance. “You are allowed to touch, if you wish.”
Disease was something Logan definitely couldn’t give her. His healing factor would eliminate anything he picked up in minutes. It was mostly other long-term consequences to worry about and Logan wasn’t always the best with remembering. Asshole.
Logan ran his hands up and down Aria’s back, before she pushed him into the chair. He grinned up at her, not expecting this but very happy about it. “Oh, I’m gonna touch. Ain’t often I get to touch a goddess.”
Aria had learned long ago to take extra precautions. An accidental pregnancy while being a stripper wasn’t exactly the ideal situation. Being a club owner, she was in a better position to have a kid if she wanted, but if and when that happened, it would be discussed ahead of time with a partner, if she had one.
“Flatterer,” she teased with a smirk. Aria did touching of her own on this lap dance, her breasts and butt brushing against him simply because she could. This also gave them both a little breather, to contemplate the next round. Unless he wanted to surprise her and just take her however and whenever. She was also okay with that. “I missed giving you a lap dance. At least this time around, there aren’t any rules barring us from truly enjoying it.” She waggled her hips before rubbing herself down against his groin.
When she moved like that, Logan found it hard to concentrate on conversation, and easy to recover for another round. His head rolled back when she rubbed herself against him and he grabbed her hips to hold her there. How many times had he fantasized about just having his way with her? When in the private dance room, anyway. They'd had their way with each other a few times.
"You're so good at it. It's like you can read man's mind."
Aria groaned when he held her hips there. She ran her hands across his chest. She’d rather enjoyed those times in a private dance room. Breaking rules and going under people’s noses had been quite a turn on. There wasn’t much that Aria wasn’t willing to do or try during sex.
“Why thank you. I’ve had practice,” she said, winking at him. And she’d had plenty of practice at it, though she also had the advantage of having given Logan a lap dance multiple times, as well as having sex with him, to know what got him going and what he liked.
“Experience is the best teacher.” Logan pulled her head down and kissed her, while he bucked his hips underneath hers in a very urgent fashion. Sure, he could take her and pull her down on him, but where was the fun in that?
Aria responded to him through the kiss, kissing him hard as she groaned into his mouth at the way he moved. She pressed her breasts close against his chest as she slipped a hand between them and wrapped it around him, testing him to see how ready he was, squeezing him. She held him there before lowering herself onto him in one swift move, another groan coming out of her.
Logan groaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around Aria as she lowered onto him. He’d always had stamina but the healing factor was kind of a cheat at this point. He held her there, savoring the feel and the warmth of her body as they kissed. She felt so good, and he rubbed his hands down her sides and dug his fingers into her hips.
She moaned into his mouth, just sitting on him like that without moving for some moments. Aria was savoring the feel of him. Grabbing a fistful of his hair and holding onto it, she kissed him harder as she started to rock her hips against him, slowly at first. She circled her hips a bit as she started to pick up the pace a bit. “Mm fuck,” she groaned into his mouth.
“Tryin’ to kill me?” He asked, though the words were muffled by the sound of a moan. The slow pace was already driving him nuts and they’d just started. He slid one hand roughly to her chest and squeezed her breast with it, thumb flicking across the nipple. “Worth it.”
“It damn well better be worth it,” she countered with a smirk, then her words broke into a groan as she pressed into his hand. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, continuing the slower pace. She kept a hold of his hair and slid her other hand to his shoulder. Then without warning, she started riding him hard and fast, moaning at the sensations.
A string of curses exploded out of Logan’s mouth as he bucked underneath Aria. She’d caught him off guard when she’d upped the pace, and if her fingers hadn’t been wound tightly in his hair he would have flopped his head back. But it hurt, and it hurt so good.
The string of curses made her smile, even as she moaned as he bucked under her. She kept up the pace, then leaned in and bit his lip before she trailed her mouth to his ear. “Just how dirty can you get?” She purred into his ear, basically challenging him, a smile still on her face. If he hadn’t said that Bo was taken, she’d extend the offer for Bo to join them.
“How dirty do you wanna go?” Logan had a vivid imagination and at least fifteen scenarios were running through his head, each of them filthier than the last. There was a pressure building inside of him that was desperate for release, but in this position that could come later rather than sooner. Which was generally a good thing. He tangled his fingers in her hair to hold her face against his ear and suddenly jerked his hips up, hard.
“As dirty as you can imagine,” she purred into his ear again. Aria let out a loud moan as his hips jerked up. “Fuck,” she groaned and she drove her hips down against him, circling them a bit to give him some different sensations. Aria felt like getting down and dirty tonight, and she enjoyed getting dirty with Logan. She enjoyed getting really dirty with him.
“Dangerous words,” Logan groaned, his eyes rolling back and his mind going momentarily blank. If Aria wanted to have him in any way she wanted, she was going to have him in any way she wanted. Sliding a hand down, he squeezed her ass, thinking that there were a few things he wanted to try too.
“I love danger,” she responded. She bit and tugged on his earlobe as she continued to ride him hard and fast. Aria felt another orgasm building, though she got a bit of an evil thought, and again without warning, she suddenly slowed the pace to almost a crawl. She let out a moan and wondered how crazy this change of pace would drive him.
“Fuck!” Logan nuzzled his head against hers, writhing underneath her like a man possessed. It was so frustrating, but also incredibly hot, but he matched her pace with slow rolling thrusts of his own. Two could play at this game.
Aria moaned out at the slow rolling thrusts. It felt good, sometimes she liked slow just to take in the feel of him sliding in and out. She kept the slower pace, shifting her hips for a different angle of penetration. “Oh fuck,” she groaned. Once again, without warning, she went back to the hard and fast pace she’d been at moments before. Sometimes changing up the pace added to the orgasm, when it was done correctly.
“God, you feel amazing. So firm.” Whether she meant his dick, the rest of his body, or both remained unclear, but she’d definitely noticed he was firmer than he was, which added to the sex. And it would definitely add to the dirty sex.
“You’re damn lucky I got stamina,” Logan groaned, almost sounding like Aria was about to kill him. He pulled chest against his face, flicking his tongue across her breast and then biting her nipple. And he was firm, in all the ways that counted and then some.
“It’s fortunate I have stamina as well,” she responded amusedly. Aria obviously didn’t know just how much stamina Logan had now, but she knew she could last for a while herself. Groaning, she arched into his touch, shuddering a bit as he bit her nipple. She rocked against him harder and faster, propelled by his attentions to her breasts.
Giving them the attention they deserved, also kept Logan distracted from the need building in him. And wouldn’t it be something if he actually outlasted her? He’d never let Aria hear the end of it! He grunted an acknowledgement, more concerned with making her scream than hearing her talk. Sorry Bo.
It would certainly be intriguing to see which one of them outlasted the other. Aria was, of course, bound and determined to be the last one standing as she always was. She cried out at the attention that was being paid to her breasts. She rode him harder and faster, her body straining a bit as her orgasm was building. Then, finally, she pulled her his head into her breasts as she let out a very loud cry that Bo definitely heard as Aria climaxed.
That cry was about the last nail in the coffin, and Bo really couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed to get home to Lara before she lost control of her succubus urges and ended up screwing the person closest to her.
The person in front of Bo was about as far from Bo’s type as humanly possible, and he grinned at her and waggled his eyebrows. “You know you want me, baby.”
It was also the last nail in the coffin of Logan being able to hold out any longer. He bit at her chest and held her down against his hips as his own climax ripped through him. His cry was muffled against Aria’s breasts, so that at least might have helped Bo. Maybe.
Bo was definitely no stranger to being hit on behind the bar. The difference right now was her sex drive was on overdrive thanks to Logan and his friend. She looked at the guy, hunger on her face for some moments before she shook her head and got control of herself. “Sorry pal, I’m taken and you’re not my type.” She glanced at the time before looking up who had the next shift behind the bar because Bo needed to get out of there.
Especially since it seemed like Logan was going to be occupied in the office for quite a while.
Aria moaned as he bit at her chest and climaxed. She didn’t move as he held her down against his hips, waiting for their orgasms to pass. “Fuck,” she muttered. It was always fun to rekindle these things, and Logan always had been fun.
Meanwhile, Lara didn’t suspect a thing.
Logan held Aria close, groaning in a delirium. He nibbled his way up her throat, and then kissed her deeply. There was an almost insatiable hunger behind the kiss, but he was feeling pretty lazy at the moment. And curious.
It didn’t take very long for Bo to get out of the bar. She’d promised to take part of a shift for the next bartender to balance it out. Then it was racing home, within reason, to pounce on Lara.
She groaned and kissed him back. Aria felt that insatiable hunger, and she had some of her own as well. She brushed her fingers through his hair, letting herself calm down a bit before they went for another round.
“Take it you don’t got any plans for the rest of the night,” Logan breathed. “Or tomorrow.” Whether he meant ‘tomorrow I’m making you breakfast’ or ‘tomorrow you’re not leaving until it’s this time tomorrow’ was up in the air.
“I do not,” Aria responded. If it ended up being that she wasn’t leaving until this time tomorrow, she was completely fine with that. It had been a while since she’d done something like this with someone. Most of her liaisons tended to go a few rounds, a select few actually did go farther. And considering this was Logan, Aria was more than fine to spend an entire day fucking him.