The Delight IC

Becca gripped at the sheets on Logan's bed, her synapses running on overload with the sensations Logan was helping her to experience. She'd never explored such a climactic mix of sheer pleasure with a delicious bit of pain each nip of her labia brought to her body.

She cried out louder as he continued, the need she felt was building his tongue occasionally rubbing against her clit, forcing her hips to buck in response.

"Logan, I'm close" she gasped as he nipped at her lip again, his tongue immediately licking and soothing the skin his teeth had just grabbed. Her heart was racing and her hair was clinging to her neck and shoulders which were moist with a thin layer of perspiration from the sensory roller coaster ride he was taking her body on.
 
With her gasp, Logan pushed his face down between her legs and began furiously lapping at her pussy, worming his tongue into and pressing the edge of his teeth against her clit. He had a feeling she would buck her hips again so his hands shot down and grabbed hold of her, pinning her down to the mattress as he feasted on her. A feral growl, harsher and more wanton than before, emanated from his throat. He looked and sounded like an animal. He actually pushed against her hard enough that she started sliding up the sheets.
 
Becca cried out in delight, her back arching further, her hips trying desperately to buck, his grip tight enough that she couldn't move her hips, keeping her from moving away from him. She was unable to gain even a second of relief from the whirlwind of sexual attention he was giving her.

The sounds coming from Logan, and the physical pleasures she was experiencing were pushing her closer and closer to the brink of climax. She gripped the sheets tighter, to keep from being pushed further up his bed this time, her body trembling in carnal need as his tongue pressed between her lips, his teeth grazing repeatedly against her clit

Her cries of pleasure were louder now, her body writhing in hedonistic gratification as waves of orgasm swept over her body, voiding her of any thoughts but the pleasure and intensity Logan was bringing to her body.

She cried his name loudly, her body following a pattern or tension and spasm as wave after wave or orgasmic bliss washed over her.
 
Logan drank her juices like nectar. He refused to release her even as her heels dug almost painfully into his back. Her cries of pleasure eventually died down into soft moans and when he was certain her orgasm was finished he released her. While she was still recovering, he stood up and removed his jeans and boxers, the last barrier between what they both wanted. His cock bobbed slightly in the air as blood pumped heavily through it.

He smiled down at Becca and waited until she came down from her rush of pleasure and looked up at him and then to his cock. "I want to make you cum again. I want to make you scream." He sank down over her, his body positioned above hers supported on his arms and knees. He was like a cage trapping her beneath. "How do you want me to take you? On your back? On all fours? What will make you scream for me?" He had no preference himself. Whatever got a woman off he enjoyed. Of course, once again, he did also enjoy hearing her beg for it. "How do you want me to fuck you?"
 
Becca's orgasm rocked her to her very core, her body trembling for minutes before she could open her eyes and compose herself enough to focus on him. She watched him stand up and pull off his jeans and his boxers before moving over her again, supporting himself on his hands and knees.

She smiled at what he said, explaining that he wanted to hear her scream, giving her the option of how that would happen.

She thought for a moment before answering him. "I have a secluded balcony off of my cabin, I want you to take me there," she said, her eyes full of excitement. "We could do that another night though," she reasoned, realizing they were both naked and both of them moving to her cabin this late at night might draw some attention to both of them.
 
Logan shook his head with a half-smile. "No backing out now. Get your dress on." He climbed off of her and fished his shirt out of the hamper before throwing her dress to her. He slipped his jeans back on sans boxers and stuffed her bra and panties into his pockets. He took a moment to replace his medallion and medicine pouch. The staff would know something was up if they saw him without them. Finally he retrieved his hat and his boots.

"I would have needed to take you back to your cabin anyway. Wouldn't look too good for you to be coming out of my room tomorrow morning." He offered her his hand but there was a devilish glint in his eye that promised her everything she desired. "Show me the way."
 
Becca grinned and sat up, catching her dress as he tossed it too her. She looked around for her bra and panties, blushing an even brighter shade of pink when she watched him pocket her undergarments. She slid her dress on and zipped it up, adjusting it as best as she could.

She picked up her purse while he put his medallion and medicine pouch back on, telling her that he'd need to walk her back to her cabin either way. She grinned at him and took his offered hand, leading the way to her room. They walked up a number of flights of stairs and towards the bow of the ship. She pulled her key card out of her purse and opened the door to her suite, stepping into the cabin. She turned on a lamp in the living room area of the cabin and tossed her purse on a table as Logan walked in, closing the door behind him.
 
No sooner had the door closed than Logan grabbed Becca and forcefully pinned her to the wall. He captured her lips in a fierce kiss as he pressed his body into her. One hand held her shoulder pinned to the wall while the other reached up her dress and began rubbing her still wet pussy.

"I want to strip that dress off of you," he growled into her ear. "I want to take you out onto the balcony... Bend you over... and fuck you like an animal." His middle finger pushed up into pussy and began slowly pumping in and out. "Would you like that?" Even when being rough with her, it was clear he wouldn't hurt her. It was just another way of teasing her.
 
Becca inhaled sharply when Logan moved quickly, pinning her against the wall. Her lips met his, locked in a deep, fiery kiss. She arched her back against the wall, her body meeting his as he pressed himself against her.

She moaned softly when his hand moved to her pussy, her lack of panties allowing him to rub her wet, bare pussy. Her thighs trembled slightly at the sensation and she leaned her head back against the wall when he growled into her ear.

His words made her knees shake in desire, her heart racing. She bit her lip and nodded as he slid a finger into her pussy, fingering her while he waited for her response. "Yes, please yes," she whimpered, looking up at him.

"Take me, Logan," she moaned as her eyes found his.
 
Logan unzipped her dress and stripped it off of her. He kissed and nipped at her neck as he got out of his boots, stopping only to pull his shirt off. He bit her shoulder as he removed his jeans then unexpectedly picked Becca up and put her over his shoulder. He gave her ass a little slap and carried her over to her balcony. It was recessed into the hull, so no one would see them. Though there was the possibility that anyone on their own balcony on this side of the ship would hear them. Especially if he was determined to make her scream.

He put Becca down and bent her over, letting her grip the railing. The faint light from her room mingled with the light of the full moon, making her pale skin glow. His hands caressed her back and shoulders, rubbed her hips and soon reached underneath to trail up her stomach and take hold of her breasts.

Logan pushed his cock between her legs and rubbed his shaft back and forth across her slit. She was still soaking wet from her arousal and her oral session only minutes ago. "How is it that none of the other men on the ship got to you first?" he whispered to her. "Perhaps they all think you're out of their league." It was Logan's belief that sex was better the more people believed they were beautiful. He was already quite secure in his own sex appeal. The proof was in his experiences. But women he found liked to have a man tell them how sexy they were. To give her the feeling that she was so desirable that he couldn't help himself. For Logan that wasn't really a lie. Despite his austere lifestyle, beautiful women were his one great vice. A single night with a girl like Becca was more pleasurable and satisfying than all the alcohol or drugs or overpriced gourmet meals in the world.

"A girl like you should have her pick of the litter. There are many men here who would be grateful for a night of passion with you. I know I am." One hand released her breast and reached down to tease her clit.
 
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Becca leaned her head against the wall as Logan unzipped her dress, his lips and teeth finding her neck and shoulders. She purred when he bit her shoulder as he took off his jeans and boots, his lips only leaving her upper body when he pulled off his shirt.

She squealed in a delighted surprise when he picked her up and put her over his shoulders, giggling when he slapped her ass. She held onto his back as he carried her across her cabin and out onto the balcony, carefully setting her down on her feet.

Her hands gripped the railing as he bent her over, her body relaxing under his deliberate touch, calloused fingers running over her back and shoulders, down her sides, holding her hips before wrapping around her front and running up her torso to her breasts.

His touch, his kiss, his bite, it all spurred her on. She'd never wanted to feel someone inside of her so badly as she did Logan tonight.

She whimpered in a mix of delight and agony when he rubbed his cock along the length of her slit, his words driving her wild, making her feel a way her ex never made her feel. She looked over her shoulder at him for a moment before moaning loudly when his fingers moved down her body to her clit, her hips bucking sharply at the unexpected contact.
 
Logan leaned further down against Becca until his lips were brushing her ear. "I'll do anything to you that you want. All you have to do is ask me for it. Ask me to do it, and I'll make you scream." He enjoyed the teasing game more than most men would. He was always in control. He made them beg for it. But that was also the point. He never did anything to a woman that she didn't want. He never took what was not his take, never did what it was not his place to do. He was always a dominant lover, but a woman had to surrender to her own passion first. Getting her to the point where she was willing to do so just made the reward that much more powerful for both of them.
 
Becca's body trembled in anticipation and need when he whispered his next words against her ear, his lips lightly brushing against the skin on her neck and ear. She started grinding herself back against him, his body over hers as he whispered to her.

Her hands gripped the railing tighter, her body tense with desire, but still putty in his hands. "Make me scream," she whispered, leaning her body against his. "I want to be sore in the morning," she breathed to him, "take me, Logan. Please," she purred.
 
Logan pulled his hips back and lined up his cock before slowly pushing it deep into Becca's pussy. He felt her hips push back against him until finally he was buried in her up to the hilt. Upon reaching the absolutely limit, Logan let out a low, drawn out and satisfied groan. His hands took hold of her hips and he began to rock back and forth slowly. He savored the feeling of being inside her as she rippled around him. There was one other question that needed to be asked though and he had better do it while both of them could still put one word after the other.

"I'm going to make you cum Becca, but where do you want me to cum? In your pussy? In your mouth? On your breasts? I will hold out for you, but I want to know what will make you happy." He kept a slow rhythm going as he spoke to her. He needed her to be clear-headed enough to give him an answer she wouldn't regret.
 
Kat

Glancing at the clock, Kat gave a heavy mental sigh. Business at Skinz was in full swing, but the night was going by too slowly for Kat's liking. Bustling behind the bar, she hurried to make drink orders. The thumping dance music was giving her a headache, but Kat kept a smile plastered on her face. After all, she needed to make herself inviting to anybody who might want to take advantage of The Delight's more...pleasurable accommodations.

Flirting with one of the men leaning against the bar, Kat looked up to see CC walk in. Dressed in a tight red dress, the woman looked exactly the way Saskia prompted all her staffers to dress.

"Damn, CC," Kat said as the woman joined her at the bar. She ran an appraising eye over the woman, taking in the lush curve of her body. "You look like walking sex."

The appreciative glances of the men and women in the club did not go unnoticed as CC stood there chatting with Kat.

"Hey, you wanna give these folks a show? Let 'em see what they can buy with a couple thousand." Kat took CC's hand and moved her out onto the dance floor. The two women started to grind against each other, Kat's hands moving seductively over CC's body. Men and women alike watched them with hunger in their eyes as the two women moved closer to each other. Kat's lips were inches from CC's and the young woman could tell that their audience was waiting with baited breath to see what would happen next.

Just then, a man was pushed into the girls, another man following. The latter took hold of the first man's shirt, pulling him towards him, and started to punch him. Kat quickly broke away from CC and ran to the bar. Grabbing the white telephone that they kept for emergencies, Kat dialed the first number she thought of.

"Quentin, we got trouble. You might want to get down here...fast."
 
Becca moaned loudly when Logan finally thrust himself into her. Her hips responded immediately by pushing back against him. Her jaw tensed at the sensation of Logan bottoming out inside of her. She braced herself against the railing on her balcony and closed her eyes as her back arched. Her moans grew louder when his hands gripped her hips.

His voice drew her attention to reality, forcing her out of the cloud of pleasure she had lost herself in momentarily. It was a question she hadn't expected, but one that was also necessary she realized. "I want you to fill me," she responded, his continued movement causing her to inhale sharply before she could continue. "I'm on the pill," she reassured him as her hips bucked back against him.
 
"Good... good." Logan kissed her shoulder, straightened his back and began to pump into her faster and harder. Every moan just egged him on. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being inside her. He guessed from her reactions earlier that she didn't have a lot of experience, but she was either a natural or a quick study. Either one worked just as well for him. His hands squeezed her hips as he fucked her, helping guide her to rock back and forth.
 
Becca purred softly when Logan kissed her shoulder. Her hips moved back towards him as he stood, her back arching, forcing herself further against him as he began thrusting more forcefully, pushing her body against the glass beneath the railing, the cool glass against her sweaty body sending a chill down her spine.

her body settled into a perfect rhythm with his, her pussy milking his cock with each inward thrust. She gasped in delight when his grip on her hips tightened. She moaned his name again, her body tensing and relaxing as she moved with his deep, forceful thrusts.
 
When she matched his rhythm, Logan began to gradually increase his pace. He gave one particularly powerful thrust into her, causing her body to shake and then began pumping her harder and faster. Small growls came out of his throat as he pounded her pussy and beads of sweat rolled down his face. One trickled down into his eye, but he just shut his eyelids and ignored it to focus on the beautiful woman before him. He gave her ass an experimental slap. She liked it earlier when he did that carrying her to the balcony, and he made this one a gentle, albeit sharp touch as well to see if she was into that sort of thing.
 
With the especially powerful thrust, Becca realized that the next storm of orgasmic pleasure was building deep within her core. She cried out in delight when he slapped her ass, a loud, sharp contact of his skin to hers, powerful but not violent, just like his entire demeanor.

Her breathing was ragged, her hair disheveled and clinging to her forehead and neck.

Her moans were louder, more desperate for carnal release. The buildup he had created, and the new sensations he had introduced her to were quickly pushing her closer and closer to the inevitable precipice of her next climax.
 
Seeing how much she liked that, Logan spanked her again. As before it was just enough to excite her without actually hurting her. He took one of her hands off the railing and guided it down to her clit, encouraging her to touch herself as he thrust into her. His head was swimming but he focused through the haze on maintaining his rhythm. Anyone out on their own balcony would be able to hear her. The thought excited him even more and he gave her ass a third and fourth slap in quick succession. A few beads of sweat trickled from his face and landed on her ass and the small of her back. It had been a while since a woman had gotten him that hot.
 
Becca's hips bucked sharply as he continued spanking her, the sensations only adding to intensity and pleasure of having semi-public sex. She was lost in her cloud of carnal need, her world spinning faster than she'd ever experienced, her entire body on fire in the moment she was sharing with Logan.

She opened her eyes when his hand reached for hers, pulling her hand from the railing, leading it down her body to her clitoris. She used her middle finger to rub it in fast circles, her entire body writhing in delight.

Her hips bucked as her body trembled, forcing herself even tighter against Logan with every thrust. Her thighs quivering slightly and her body tensing more now, her release dangerously close. "Logan, I'm so close again," she cried out.
 
"Scream for me, Becca," he growled. "I want you to cum screaming." He pounded her with all the strength he could manage. His hand came up and back down slapping her ass. Then the other. Again and again, left then right, left then right. He was nearing the edge himself, but holding out until he could hear that wonderful scream filling his ears. It was the perfect culmination to a moment of passion.
 
Becca's fingers worked her clit faster, her hips bucking with each thrust Logan made into her pussy. She clung desperately to the railing for support, her body tensing to remain upright.

She could feel her pussy begin to spasm around his cock and that was the beginning of the end. She leaned her head back and screamed out in delight, her voice filling the quiet of the serene night around them.

Her breathing was shallow and labored, tears of orgasmic joy slipping down her cheeks, her world spinning around her as she was once again wracked by the intensity of a Logan induced orgasm.
 
Feeling Becca's pussy flutter around his cock and the wail of her scream, unfettered by barriers or echoes and traveling clear as a bell through the balmy night air was enough. With a guttural grunt, Logan gave one, final powerful thrust into her, completely burying himself in her body as he fired off one shot of hot seed after another into her. She milked him for every drop and his hip involuntarily bucked against hers several times before they both finished.

Logan slowly pulled out of her and picked her up bridal style. He carried her back into her room and set her down on the bed. He removed her heels and gingerly wiped the tears from her eyes as he smiled down at her. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, and finally her lips, faint traces of the taste of her pussy still on his mouth.

"I have to go now," he whispered. "But I wouldn't say no to another night like this. You were wonderful. When you get home, you're going to find a very lucky man and make him very... very happy." He rose up and began to dress himself. The pouch and medallion had never left him, even during the heat of their lovemaking and he offered a silent thanks to Coyote.

He looked back to Becca with that warm smile again. "There are a lot of men on this ship who would love to give you a night of passion like this. Some women too, if you're feeling adventurous. I'm not technically supposed to tell you this, but there's more to those activities cards than meets the eye." He winked at her before replacing his hat and moving for the door. "Good night, Becca. Stay sweet."
 
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