Who: Tarot and Logan Where: Logan's garage What: getting to know each other When: Monday afternoon Warnings/Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex Status complete
Alicia was still roaming around Monday. Her evening with Kitty had been nice, and she hoped she’d be seeing more of the other woman. She obviously could use a few friends, and Alicia liked her.
She was wearing a tank top and shorts today, along with a baseball hat. Her bright red hair was pulled through the adjustable hole in the back, and it bounced as she walked. California really was beautiful. She didn’t miss New York as much as she’d anticipated. She paused outside a garage, taking in the view there, too. Oh yes, Irvine had some very pretty people, for sure.
Logan was bent over a bike, finishing up work on the brake system. He was being paid pretty well to get this thing back into shape and he was intending to finish ahead of time. His life wasn’t all drink, smoking and breaking hearts, after all.
She didn’t really have a reason to go into the motorcycle shop. Well, not a legitimate reason. She was curious about how Kitty’s bike could be so quiet when they were normally noisy, but she wasn’t sure that was a good enough reason to stop.
Of course, she decided her question was silly only after she stepped into the lobby of the shop and began looking around.
Logan tweaked one more thing, then wiped his hands on a towel as he stepped into the lobby. The eyecandy was nice, and he grinned at her. “How can I help you, darlin’?”
Good question. She had no plan whatsoever. “Oh, I just had some general questions about motorcycles, I can come back if you’re doing something important.” Yeah, smooth. There wasn’t normally a problem with just doing whatever seemed like fun at the time, but when that plan did backfire, it did so in front of really attractive people. And he was really attractive.
“Just finished a bike an’ the client ain’t comin’ in for a bit, so I’m free up.” Which was the truth, and not just an excuse to talk to an extremely attractive redhead.
“Alright, if you’re sure you don’t mind.” She held out her hand. “I’m Alicia, by the way.” She smiled at him. “So I have a friend who has a motorcycle that’s really quiet. You can’t even tell it’s running. I was curious about it, since the stereotype is for them to be more noisy and noticeable.”
He shook her hand. "No sound at all?" Logan furrowed his brow, as he thought about that. "There's no way I know about, but there is one bike I know of like that. Bright red, Japanese make."
“There’s no way to do it, but you know it’s been done?” Alicia asked, laughing a little. “Hers is red, but I couldn’t tell you where it was made. I was just curious about it.” And him. Much more about him than the bike.
Logan snorted. "Kitty. That girl gets around. Seems like she knows damn near everyone." He sounded amused. "Said a man named Scotty tuned it up." Probably used alien parts or something.
In Alicia’s opinion, Kitty didn’t get around enough. “She seems like she could use all the friends she can get.” She leaned on the counter a little. She didn’t even have to try to be flirty anymore.
Tank tops were God’s way of saying ‘breasts are awesome’ and Logan was more than happy to agree. He leaned against the counter as well. “She does. How’d you meet her?”
“I just moved here from New York. I grew up in the area, but I’ve been gone for almost a decade. So I was just looking around, minding my own business, when I ran into her in an ice cream shop.” Alicia liked that he was so close. “Same way I saw your shop.”
"Not a bad way to meet people. I've had stranger meetin's myself.” Logan held out his hand. “I’m Logan.”
“I’m Alicia.” She shook his hand. “Do you work here all by yourself?” There was definitely a flirtatious tone to the question.
"Got an apprentice but she's at school. Just me, otherwise." Logan stroked his thumb over her knuckles.
“You must be pretty good, then, to do it all by yourself.” She moved in a little closer, so she could talk softer. This probably wasn’t what Harry meant when he said to go home early to relax, but she was sure she could find something relaxing to do with Logan.
Logan’s eyes darted over her face, farther down, then back up again. “Guess I am. Was always good with my hands.”
“Yeah?” She giggled a little. “Mmmmm, maybe you could show me some time?” She grinned at him. This was much easier. Men usually were, and she was okay with that. There were merits and downsides to sleeping with everyone. If she judged him correctly, soreness the day after was going to be the downside to this one. The thought made her shiver.
Logan lifted his hand to brush some hair out of Alicia’s face. “I got time right now, darlin’. Depends on what you want me showin’ you. An’ if you got somethin’ to show.”
She turned her head, licking the tip of his thumb as it went past. “I think you’ll want to see what I have to show you. I hear it’s worth the time.” She smirked at him. This was going way better than expected.
"Let me close up." Logan stepped around the counter, and walked to the door. He turned the closed sign, and locked the door, then turned to walk back to Alicia, eyeing her up and down as he approached.
He really, really didn't want to miss this.
Alicia hopped up onto the counter, crossing her legs. She wished she’d gone with a skirt instead of shorts, but it wouldn’t be too much trouble. She sat up straight under his scrutiny. “Like what you see so far?” Her voice was soft and confident, it matched her smirk perfectly.
Logan looked her up and down. A grin formed across his face as he walked towards her, and ran his hands along her legs. They were smooth, and he groaned. "Always liked red-heads. You natural, darlin'?"
“Nope, but I do make sure the carpets match the drapes.” She was very thorough with this sort of thing. She leaned down to kiss him, groaning softly into it. He tasted wonderful.
That was only a minor disappointment that was quickly forgotten as they kissed. It was both salty and sweet and he growled from low in his stomach. His hands went to the natural place. She was indeed going to be sore in the morning.
She giggled and groaned, her hands stroking over his shoulders and back. He was very muscular. Apparently that was her type at the moment. She reached down and tugged his shirt up and off.
Logan nearly tore her tank top off, but was nice and only pushed it up, fingers exploring and squeezing, hands stroking roughly. Her shape was just the right kind of curvy and he was greedy with touching her.
She groaned as he manhandled her assets. It took an act of God to keep her breasts so perky, so she spent a good amount of time sticking her chest out and undoing the clasps of her bra. “Mmmm, your hands feel so good.”
Then, as she tugged her bra off, she broke into song.
“I want you, I want you so bad
I want you, I want you so bad
It's driving me mad, it's driving me mad
I want you, I want you so bad babe
I want you, I want you so bad
It's driving me mad, it's driving me mad
I want you, I want you so bad babe
I want you, I want you so bad
It's driving me mad, it's driving me mad
I want you, I want you so bad
I want you, I want you so bad
It's driving me mad, it's driving me mad”
She kissed him again as the singing stopped, tugging on his hair to guide his head. What was good for her would be good for him. She liked to keep things equal.
Logan couldn't help the laugh that came out just before she kissed him again. He groaned at the feel of her skin. He liked this. Just pure lust and passionate hunger.
She stroked his body, exploring all its curves and angles. He was so hot. She trailed kisses down his neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive flesh there. This was so honest and easy, just what she’d needed after a weird weekend and work.
One of Logan's hands trailed down to stroke and tease at the outside of her shorts. He wanted to feel the wetness through them. Logan dug his fingers into Alicia's hair and pressed her he's against his neck. "Don't need to be gentle with me, darlin'"
That was an interesting prospect. She moaned in his ear as he rubbed her, and her body reacted eagerly, sending a shiver down her back. “Oh yes, just keep rubbing right there.” She dug her teeth into the meat of his shoulder, biting down hard. If he wanted a little pain to keep interested, she could oblige. She could be anything he wanted. It was one of her best talents.
He gasped in pain, and pressed his fingers in and rubbed in hard circles. The gasp turned into a rumbly groan. Logan wanted this hard, and heavy. He needed something like that, right now.
Alicia squealed in pleasure and delight as he pressed hard against her, rubbing her roughly. She whispered in his ear harshly. “Yeah, just like that. Mmm, do you want to fuck my hot little pussy?” She punctuated the statement by grabbing his earlobe with her teeth and giving it a hard sharp tug while her hands slid down to undo his pants. “I want you to pin me to the wall and fuck me until I can’t walk.”
With another groan, Logan lifted Alicia up and slammed her against the wall pushing her shorts down and roughly penetrating her with his fingers. "I'm gonna make you beg for it."
She cried out when his fingers slid into her. She was so wet he didn’t meet much resistance. “Mmmmmm, I won’t beg.” She drew her nails sharply across the top of his butt, biting down hard with them while he tormented her. This was amazing. “You’ll have to make me.” She gave him a wicked, challenging grin, and drew her fingers around his body, still digging in hard, even when she got to the more sensitive flesh of his belly and groin.
Logan pressed his thumb against her clit while his fingers explored around inside her. He kissed her, hard, sucking her lip into his mouth. His other hand held her pinned to the wall.
She wiggled against his hand, mewling as she rubbed against his thumb, and each time he moved his fingers inside her. She gripped his cock and stroked him, rough and hard, the same way he was treating her.
"What do you want again?" Logan asked. Like he was asking about he weather. There was the devil in his smile.
She groaned pitifully at his question. “I want you to fuck me.” Her voice was full of need and excitement. She wanted it so much. Even being asked about it in that tone of voice was making her wetter. “I want you to fuck me until I beg for mercy.”
Logan spun her around and replaced his fingers with what she was begging for. The position meant she could only claw up his wall, and it let him bite at her back as he sank in with a single powerful thrust.
She moaned loudly as he pushed inside her. It felt wonderful, and she shivered while he moved. “Mmmm, yes. That feels so good.” She was so turned on already, she didn’t think he’d need much time at all to bring her off.
Naturally, his hands slid around to grab for Alicia’s breasts, and he licked the length of her spine as he started to move. There was no illusion as to this being anything but mutually beneficial pleasure seeking, though he shifted his hips to aim for the best places as he pistoned into her.
Alicia moaned as he pounded into her, shuddering and whimpering as he moved. She yelled when she reached her peak, shuddering even harder as her legs tried to give out.
Logan lifted Alicia's hips up so that her feet no longer touched the ground. He growled into Alicia's ear and held her against the wall with only the force of his pelvis. Because he could.
She whimpered and shuddered at his strength, and how easily he could hold her up like that, pinned in more than one way. “Mmmmm, please fuck me, Logan.” She wanted more, and she knew he wasn’t finished with her yet. She wanted so much more.
She wanted more and he knew it, and that made him a very happy man. Logan rocked his hips in a slow, lazy circle before he started to move again. Each thrust came hard, and slow, with long strokes.
Alicia shivered and moaned at the change of pace. She was amused at what she’d gotten herself into. Sometimes there were benefits to playing the fool. “I didn’t know I was hitting on a demon when I came in.” Her voice was high and strained. Each thrust felt amazing.
Logan laughed, and kissed her shoulder lightly as he ground into Alicia for several seconds before he resumed his previous demonic pace.
Alicia’s fingertips dug into the wall as he pounded into her again. She shivered and moaned, grinding back against him as he pummelled her body. Her breasts were bouncing against the wall, and the room was filled with the lewd sound of their hips smacking together and the soft thud of her breasts hitting the wall.
It was a really fantastic sound. Really, utterly fantastic and it seemed to be exactly what Logan needed then. And he was making damn sure that the red-head got exactly what she needed. He changed the angle, trying to make her scream.
Alicia yelled as he changed the angle, clutching the wall for dear life. This was amazing and wonderful and too much all at the same time. Each thrust made her yell louder and louder, and when she came again it was with a high pitched scream.
Logan felt himself nearing the end, and moved faster, fingers bruising her skin as he dug in hard. He growled her name as he clenched up inside her, writhing like an animal in his release.
She shivered and whimpered when he dug into the sensitive flesh of her hips, but she was too far gone to care much. He was incredible, like a force of nature more than a man. She panted as he moved inside her, still drawing groans from her as he writhed. “Oh, that was intense.” Her voice was high and strained, still. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk.
"Yeah...fuck.." He didn't want to pull out. She was warm and tight and wet and it felt too damn good. Sometimes it was good to be the wolverine.
She didn’t want to move at all. “I’m glad I stopped in today.” She giggled a little, knowing full well that it would make all her muscles flex around him.
The sound Logan made was half-laugh half-groan. “Glad you stopped in too. You should consider gettin’ a bike. You’d have more attention than you could handle.”
Alicia chuckled and turned to look over her shoulder. “I already have all the attention I can handle. That wasn’t even a sexy outfit for me.” She smirked at him, wiggling her hips a little.
He snorted, and finally pulled away. He was considerate enough to make sure she didn’t fall over after he did. “Yeah, you’re a heartbreaker.”
“Not really. I prefer to think of myself as a wish fulfillment opportunity.” She wobbled and laughed. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Logan. Where did my shorts go?”
Just like that, huh? Logan didn't mind. It wasn't like there was always a connection. Sometimes it was just fun.
Alicia found her shorts and underwear, tugging them on slowly so she wouldn’t fall.
Logan watched her, grinning. "You probably hear this a lot, but you're fucking stunning."
Alicia giggled and smiled at him as she tugged her bra on. “Yeah, but I like to hear it. You’re pretty handsome yourself. I’m surprised there wasn’t a line to get in to jump you.” She grinned at him, extremely happy with how this had worked out. She also spent a lot of time adjusting her breasts in her bra. They had to sit just right or they were extremely uncomfortable, plus she wanted to see what it did to his expression.
He stared, his expression leering and a whole lot appreciative. Most people would be enraptured by the display. He was no exception.
Alicia giggled, and went over to give him one last passionate kiss, before tugging her shirt on and walking out the door.
Logan watched her go, and then got dressed. He only felt a little guilty.