“What? Fuck no, Ames, that’s not what I meant.” He reaches over and grips the back of my neck, turning me to face him. “I want you so bad I can barely breathe around you, but your first time is not gonna be in the front seat of my fucking truck.” The corners of his mouth turn upwards, and the small hint of a smile on his face soothes me a little.
“So… me being a… a virgin, it doesn’t bother you?”
“No, it doesn’t, and I’m glad you told me, I just think that we should take things slow.” He smiles before clearing his throat. “Come on, I’ll help carry the bumper in.” He jumps out of the truck and I follow him. He takes the bumper for the GTO out of the back of the truck and he follows me down the driveway, towards the garage, and once we’re inside, he places it down beside the car. “It’s gonna look great, especially once the car’s painted,” he comments, running a hand through his hair, and blowing out a long breath. “Well, I better get off, get out of your hair. Bet you’re sick of the sight of me.”
“I could never be sick of you.”
He closes the distance and takes my face in his hands, bringing my face up to meet his as his lips cover mine, my stomach flutters at the soft touch of his lips against my own. The kiss soon deepens and I’m backed towards the car, laid down on the cool metal of the GTO’s hood as Logan towers over me, his tongue gliding against mine perfectly. He positions himself between my legs and his crotch grazes against mine, the hard denim of his jeans rubbing me perfectly, and I buck my hips upwards to increase the friction.
He groans against my lips before he pulls back. “I’m going to be good. I’m going to be a gentleman and walk away before we go too far.” His voice is low, as he tries to keep restraint.
“What if I don’t want you to be a gentleman?” I ask.
He growls. “Don’t say stuff like that, babygirl. It’s taking everything within me not to have my way with you.” He kisses me once more before he steps away and as he does, I slide off the hood and return to my feet. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” he asks.
I nod, disappointed. “Okay.”
He gives me one of his signature winks before he turns, and I watch as he makes his way back down the driveway towards his truck.
Once he’s gone, I stay in the garage, looking over the car. I press my hand to the smooth metal, it’s cool under my touch, and I let my hand glide over it. It still has a long way to go before it’s anywhere near finished, but nevertheless, in this state or not, I feel tied to it. This car is a part of me.
Because of my dad. But not only that, I’m also tied to it for another reason.
Logan.
This wasourproject, he made all of this possible, without him, this car would have probably remained untouched, gradually rusting inside this garage, never to see the light of day again, but because of him, I can still keep this part of my dad close to me.
I’m so lost in my thoughts, that I don’t hear the sound of heavy footsteps gradually growing louder until they’re almost upon me. I spin on my heel and find Logan striding towards me, his boots eating up the ground that separates us, his eyes hard as he walks like he’s on a mission.
When I think he’s going to stop, he doesn’t.
“What are y-” My words are cut off when he grips my face in his hand and pulls me into a hard, rough kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth. The force of his body against mine almost knocks me backwards, and it takes me a moment to catch up with what happening and all I can do is kiss him back.
He walks me back against the GTO, pinning me in between him and the car as he devours me, explores me. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, tugging at it gently between his teeth. The kiss is desperate. Hungry. I’m so lost in it that I’m beginning to get lightheaded.
“I got about block away and turned back around. My place is here, with you,” he says against my lips. “Are you sure this is what you want? Because once we start, I won’t be able to stop.”
“I want it to be you. I want you to beallof my firsts.”
“Once we do this, we can’t go back to being just friends, you know that right?”
“Yes,” I answer, becoming increasingly impatient. I reach up on my toes and press my lips against his, showing him what I want. I want him.
Only him.
“Just promise me you won’t go falling in love with me, ‘cause I’m definitely not worth the trouble.”
“I promise. Just… just fuck me, Logan.” The last part comes out like a plea.
A low growl rises from his throat, his eyes darkening with lust as he lifts me into his arms, my legs going around his back as he crushes his mouth to mine.
He carries me over to the work bench against the wall of the garage and sets me down on the edge while he continues his assault on my lips. He bunches my dress at my waist and hooks his fingers into my panties and brings them down my legs. They land on the floor at his feet and he grips my thighs, widening them as he tears his lips from mine and slowly lowers himself onto his knees.
I watch him sink lower so his face is level with my pussy. I’m completely open to him as he stares between my legs, and I’m filled with both the embarrassment of being so exposed and the excitement about what comes next.
My heart is racing, my legs tremble with nerves and adrenaline.
He reaches up and flicks his thumb over my already swollen clit and my body jerks as sparks of pleasure shoot through me.
