Rock and Roll Fantasy

Cassandra enjoyed the rest of the evening. It was nice and relaxing and they had a nice time. She was starting to wonder if they were on a date or simply hanging out, it didn’t feel particularly romantic to her, not that she was really a mushy kind of girl. She started to wonder if she could feel anything for him more than friendship.

“Well that was nice, what’s next?” she asked as she slipped into her black leather jacket, protecting herself against the slight chill in the air.
 
Logan took her hand and they walked outside without answering her question. He didn't wear a jacket despite the lack of sleeves. He had spent too long in harsh conditions to be bothered by temperature much anymore. "I believe I made you a promise." He cupped her cheek and slowly lowered his head to kiss her.

Like before, it was a soft, lingering kiss. If anyone walking down the street stopped to stare, Logan showed no indication that he cared. When they parted, he smiled at Cassandra and rested a hand on her hip. "We've had dinner. Now it's your call. Your place or mine... From there, we play it by ear."
 
Cassandra melted into his kiss and then chuckled slightly at his next response. “What, are we going from dinner to fucking?” she asked him teasingly. “You can do either almost anywhere” she half jested.

“Let’s go to the beach, I hear the currents are gonna be bitchin. We can go hang out on the pier and watch the waves crash against the pillars.” She smiled. She the loved the turbulence of the ocean, waves crashing, the roaring sound of the water. There was an organized chaos to it that seemed to speak to her.

“Ya game?” she asked as she started to walk down the street, not waiting to find out if he would follow her or not.
 
"Who said anything about sex?" Logan replied, not missing a beat. "I was thinking we'd sit back and watch Game of Thrones. Granted, there's a lot of sex in that..." He caught up with her in only two long strides and put an arm around her waist. He gently pulled her to him and followed the road down to the beach.

The summer sun was just beginning to set and by the time they reached the boardwalk magic hour was starting. The sky was a brilliant pastel red and pink and the sun shimmered on the waves as it sank below the horizon. Gulls drifted over the beach in their last patrols for food for the day and the lights of all the shops, restaurants and nightclubs were coming on. On a Thursday night the crowds weren't very active and the beach was mostly deserted. Before long, they'd have the pier to themselves.

"You know, the sunsets at the ocean were the thing I missed the most about living on the west coast," Logan mused. "The east coast has its appeal, but you have to get up before dawn to get a similar view."
 
“I suppose. I love the water out here, it’s a lot cleaner than the east coast…but then again, the traffic here blows chunks. Only in California can you be stuck in gridlock at 3 in the afternoon without an accident in site. Madness I tell you.” She told him as she started walking down the pier.

“Are you a Lanister or a Stark?” she asked teasingly , pulling away from him to walk backwards so she could face him. “Or maybe you just want to be the father of dragons” she winked playfully and then turned around and jaunted down the pier until she was at the end.

When she did, she bent far over the side to watch the wave crash. They weren’t much now but she knew the tide would be coming in soon. What she wasn’t aware of was the show she was giving everyone as a small strip of her red thong was showing from under skirt.
 
"I always thought I looked a bit more like Khal Drogo. I'm certainly closer to his physique." He punctuated that with a quick bodybuilder pose. Logan wasn't overly muscled, but he was lithe and toned. He obviously took good care of his body.

He walked to catch up with Cassandra and noted her thong peeking out from her skirt. A few men passing by couldn't stop themselves staring. Logan came up behind her and put his arms around her. "A hemline adjustment might be in order," he whispered. "Or do you think the show should go on?" This close to her, the woodsy scent that followed him everywhere was obvious and blended with the fresh salt air and the weathered wood of the pier. It was odd to think that a man who fit in so well within the city should have such a wild aspect to him.
 
“I always thought that Khal was the hottest guy on the show. Pity he died…I wouldn’t have minded being his wife for a few days” she retorted.

When he came up behind her, she gasped a little bit. “What show?” she asked and the noticed draft that was now rising over her rear. She then grinned a little wickedly.

“Oh I don’t know, what kind of show do you have in mind?” she asked him, wiggling her ass against him to punctuate the question as she chuckled.
 
Logan couldn't stop his cock stiffening in his jeans when she rubbed her ass against him. Not that he would have tried. His hands began to massage her hips as a soft chuckle slipped from his throat. "We could always keep this up a minute. There's no question that we're the hottest couple out here tonight."

One hand moved away from her hip to trace a finger up her spine. "I am flattered you know. You're a beautiful young woman. You could have any man you want, and of all the men in this city you approached me." He gently parted her jacket until it left her shoulders exposed. He kissed the bare skin there and and breathed deeply of her scent through his nose. It was a very sensual gesture, almost primal.
 
Logan’s fingers left a trail of fire on her skin and she looked at him over her shoulder as he kissed her shoulder. Any doubts she had about her feelings, or his, were quickly dismissed.

“All good things to those who wait.” She smiled back at him, blushing a little as his reaction to her was pressed against her ass. “So tell me master Hunter, what do you plan to with this as yet unclaimed strumpet?” she asked as she leaned back, making her that her body slid down his until she was standing upright again.
 
Logan's arms encircled her as he kissed her shoulder again. "Right this moment?" He smiled at that. "Things that are very illegal to do in public." Over the last few days he had taken the time to think of it. His worries about drama were not unreasonable, but Cassy was someone he had a better chance with than most. If he never took the chance, he would regret it forever. The longer he went without being with a woman, the easier it would be to remain complacent and become lonely.

He drummed his fingers on her stomach before tracing the line where skirt met skin. "Haven't you ever fantasized about what it would be like to have me... do things to you?" There was a hint of naughtiness to his voice as he danced around using any explicit language. "Ever wanted to find out what I can do with my hands? My tongue? My body?" Logan had always had a bit of a dominant streak, but he also considered himself a gentleman lover. He wouldn't do anything to a woman that she didn't ask for. Or sometimes beg for as the case may be. Right now, he just wanted Cassy to feel beautiful, sexy, wanted...
 
Cassy’s body melted as his honeyed words drifted into ear, carried on the warm sensuousness of his breath. His hands seemed to move over her body now and she wasn’t quite sure how he expected her to speak. She could feel her blood drumming through her body and wondered if it had been her celibacy that seemed to make this all so exciting…or rather, was it simply being so close to the object of her desire?

She spun her body around to face him, more as an act of teasing than of aggression. “It’s only illegal if you get caught…” she began as she started to pull away from him and walked a few steps away. “Besides, you’d have to catch me first.” She challenged.
 
Logan lifted a brow as he turned and pulled away from him. She challenged him to catch her, which caused the other brow to go up. "Catch you? That would be the shortest race ever." He folded his arms over his chest and grinned. "To make it fair, I'll give you a small head start." He knew she'd also have to take her heels off. He may be wearing cowboy boots that weren't ideally suited for running, but he was also a former track star and still jogged every day as part of his exercise regimen.

He looked out across the beach and pointed to a lifeguard post further down. "If you can reach that before me, you win and you get to decide where to next. If I catch you before you get there... well, you'll see." He took off his hat and stretched his legs out. Not giving her time to respond, he started. "You have ten seconds. Ten... nine... eight..."
 
Cassandra screamed giddily as she took off her shoes and began to run. She tried to use the people on the pier as obstacles to Logan being able to catch her, but it wasn’t working out very well. Her breasts were jumping up and down with every sprint, which took a toll on her speed. She half considered just jumping off the pier into the water, but now would not be a good time to get arrested!

She made it to the end of the pier but she knew he was close, there was something about him that seemed to emanate his presence. She looked back and knew she wasn’t going to make it, especially when she hit the sand. She started to run on the sand and ended up tripping and falling somewhat gracefully to the ground. She sat up and looked at him, sticking her tongue out like a petulant child.

“I made it to the sand” she laughed.
 
Logan compensated for the awkwardness of his cowboy boots by taking long, loping strides. Cassandra attempted to weave through the crowds, but all that did was give everyone fair warning and they parted for fear of having the broad-shouldered man with the tattoos crash into them. They made it out onto the sands when Cassy came crashing down.

Seeing little chance of her outrunning him, he grinned and haughtily sauntered up to her. "Indeed. But here I am. And the intent was to catch you, so..." With a playful growl, Logan dropped his hat to the ground and dove down into the sands beside Cassandra. He grabbed hold of her in his arms and rolled the the two of them end over end until he got hold of her arms and lifted them above her. He pinned her to the ground by the wrists with his hands while his body pushed her into the soft sand. Without a word, he then captured her lips.

This wasn't a soft, restrained kiss like the previous two. This one was a demanding, passionate kiss. All of the emotional fire that Logan normally kept restrained in public was here channeled into the helpless young woman beneath him.
 
Cassy squealed in delight as he came barreling down towards her, spinning her around, even giggling a little as she quasi wrestled with him on the ground. However, as her arms were pinned a feeling came over her that she couldn’t explain, even more so as he kissed her. His kiss felt hungry and possessive, making it all that more delicious.

When the kiss finally broke she was speechless, her chest was heaving as she looked up at him, hovering over her, almost as if he owned her…She wasn’t sure what to say or even do, all she wanted to do suddenly was to make him happy.

“And what would you like as your reward for winning?” she asked, though it was clear that his kiss made it difficult for her to think clearly.
 
Logan looked around the beach. Most people were sticking to the boardwalk. About fifty feet away... He grinned at the thought. He stood up and lifted Cassy to her feet with him. "Follow me," he whispered.

He gathered up his hat and her shoes and lead her by the hand down the beach to a small building with restrooms and changing rooms. He tried the door on a changing room facing the ocean and found it locked as he suspected. He took out his wallet and removed a set of small lockpicks that he had hidden in the lining. It was an old habit he had never quite given up. If the authorities knew even half the petty crimes he had committed on the road...

The lock took only a few seconds to open and he slipped inside with Cassy. He closed the door behind them, flicked on the light and immediately wrapped her in his arms for another passionate kiss.
 
She put her hands in the pockets of her jacket and followed him. She was rather surprised when he pulled out lock picking tools and very deftly unlocked the door in front of them. She soon followed him inside. She paused a moment to look around but was soon captured in Logan’s arms and trapped by his passionate kiss.

She melted into his body and kissed him back, the tip of her tongue caressing his as she moaned into his mouth.
 
Logan pressed Cassandra against the wall as his tongue slipped into her mouth. His hands went below her waist and squeezed her ass. "I had thought if we got this far, it would be somewhere less... public. But at this point..." He placed a few insistent kisses on her neck. "I'm not sure I can stop myself. I want you, Cassy. Anything you want, just tell me." His cock strained against his jeans and pressed into her hip. In truth it was slightly painful the way he was restrained right now. But he wouldn't do anything to her that she did not ask of him.
 
She raised her eyebrow as he told her that he would do anything to have her. A grin crept across her lips.

“You said you couldn’t stop yourself, but you just did. I suppose if you really wanted me, you’d just take me.” She challenged as she moved to leave.
 
Logan grinned at. Of course she would challenge him. It helped that he enjoyed a chase though. She moved to leave and Logan gave her a second before grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back and forcing her to sit on the bench at the back of the room. He stripped her jacket off and kissed her neck as he set about loosening her corset top. Rather than bothering to take it off of her, he loosened it enough to tug it down. Her breasts jiggled as they were freed.

Logan sank down and began to shower her breasts in kisses, giving special attention to her nipples as he began to work on her skirt. He stripped that from her along with her thong in one movement, leaving her wearing only her stockings and more-or-less the corset. "You told me you like my singing. Do you want to find out what else I can do with my tongue?" he asked her is a breathy whisper.
 
Cassandra moaned as Logan’s mouth danced over her nipples. They had always been extremely sensitive and now was no exception. She could feel herself starting to throb both from just being with him and the excitement of the situation.

When she spoke she shuttered deliciously. “I don’t know that you can do anything as well as you can sing.” She said in a throaty purr, challenging him again.
 
Logan fed off of the sound of her moaning. He loved women who were vocal in bed. He made note of the way she shuddered at his touch and knew he would have to remember this for later. At Cassy's challenge, he grinned again. "Then I'm going to have to make you sing to prove you wrong."

His hands spread her legs and he kissed his way up her thighs, teasing her. Finally he tickled her lips with the tip of his tongue. His hands held her thighs apart. She couldn't open them any further or close them if she tried. He kissed and licked at her but denied her the pleasure he knew she wanted. Cassy was a beautiful, wonderful girl and Logan wanted nothing more than to take his time and make this moment last.
 
Cassy put her heels up on the bench so that she was open wide for Logan. She moaned softly as he kissed her thighs. She moaned loudly as she felt his tongue working its magic on her. She began playing with one of her rock hard nipples as her other hand ran through his hair.

Every time he would bring her close to climax he would back off, teasing her, putting her on edge. She was practically dripping from his ministrations and was starting to feel a little desperate and frustrated.

“I want to cum so bad…” she moaned throatily as her hips bucked towards his face.
 
"Do you now?" Logan groaned. "In that case..." He pushed one finger into her as he tongued her clit. He pumped the finger in and out of her in a steady rhythm. The room was filled with the scent of her arousal at this point and it was a good thing the beach was abandoned at this time of night or the sounds of Cassandra's moans would have been heard by anyone passing by the door. Logan's free hand reached up and squeezed her breast, the thumb circling and rubbing the nipple. He was getting drunk off the sensations and as patient as he was, Logan was also eager to move on to what was inevitably next.
 
When Logan put his finger in her she whimpered, she was so close to cumming but she didn’t want to, not just yet. She pushed him away gently and then brought her legs down and leaned him back against the wall. She kissed him hard on the mouth as she reached down and started to stroke him through his pants.

“I don’t want to cum until you’re inside me.” She purred at him, taking in his masculine scent, she was almost drunk on it. She then unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock from it’s constraints and started stroking it, using his pre-cum to lube her actions.

“How’s that baby?” she whispered in his ear before tugging on his earlobe with her teeth.
 
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