In starlit nights I saw you
So cruelly you kissed me
Your lips a magic world
Your sky all hung with jewels
The killing moon
Will come too soon
*this chapter contains smuts*
In the dim dwelling of their hotel room, a defeated huff of air expelled from Logan's lungs from the impact of John, who had her pressed against the wall. From the time he collected her from the bar until now, she had been unruly and difficult. Now, her arms were crisscrossed over her body, both wrists seized in his iron grip.
For the second time that evening, a man was pressed against Logan. Albeit, there was no fear this time, only frustration. She couldn't win for losing, apparently. Not against Travis and, to no surprise, not against John. It infuriated her, to say the least. More instances were coming forth to reveal just how useless she truly was. Perhaps she wasn't capable of protecting John and only sought into getting in the way. Now it'd been recently proven she could barely protect herself. If John hadn't arrived, she'd be in ruins in a shambly bathroom in the middle of San Antonio with a hiked dress and no gun. Possibly even dead.
In fact, what if...
Her polluted mind unfurled rapidly before John, still pressed against her, arms painfully cinched across her chest.
What if her presence was merely compromising?
The insecurities were surmounting, whether from the drinks or her own existential clarity, it could not be said. The only thing she wanted at the moment was control. Control had not been within reach for sometime. She'd lost that when Caldron brought Wick into her life that stormy night. The times she was able to prove her worth, it took much effort. Not once did she slip by unscathed and it seemed John was coming in from behind, cleaning up her mess, tending to her wounds and smoothing out all the disorder.
This misjudgment heated her cheeks with humiliation, reminding her of all the matters she had little say over, of what little control was left. Now thinking back to the moment in the bathroom with Travis breathing down her neck she had nearly lost it all to some stranger. In a moment, it was gone entirely. There was nothing she could say or do. And once again, it was John's intervention that turned the tides, sparing her something so horrific and traumatizing. She should be thankful for his sudden appearance, instead, she was ashamed she couldn't take care of it herself.
What did she have control over?
Succumbing to her indisposition, she relaxed and sagged against the wall and John. Throughout her body hummed a sensation she couldn't ignore, an insistent, throbbing, dull ache. Certain portions ran hotter than the rest, igniting the smoldering fire now burning deep in her belly. Though her mind was in a steep internal rebuke, her body responded with other regards.
Her sheer defiance surfaced with an unrestrained vengeance, compelling her to elicit a response from John―something, anything. Perhaps she could regain control. In truth, she wanted to prove herself...to herself. But still, her efforts were in vain.
Reading her inebriated expression, John was taken aback. Eyes narrowing slightly, he didn't let up. In fact, he pushed harder against her, squeezing the remaining air caught in her lungs from her.
Logan winced, glowering eye to eye. Despite her efforts, a small grin tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Looking up coquettishly beneath dark lashes, she found John's predatory glare level with hers. The smile ceased, a sound catching in her throat. Mesmerized, she stilled in John's grasp; his intense expression alone extinguished her mischief like a doused flame. John was not in the mood for Logan's games.
Across the ceiling, refracted light from the pool below danced against the ceiling.
"John?" Logan swallowed as he leaned closer, reminding her of their shared kiss not too long ago. Her knee was healed. No longer did her ribs sing against every breath, nor her shoulder protest movement.
She was fine, she told herself as the space between their lips diminished at the rate of the rising moon. Just fine. It'll be okay, she confirmed weakly as his breath washed over her lips.
But now Logan could feel his warmth, the coarse fabric of his slacks pressing against her exposed thigh. Her dress had hiked dangerously around her hips during their strife. If John was not in the mood for games, it was hard to tell. In her chest, her heart was already responding, ready to soar into the heavens. The hold he had upon her arms loosened, allowing her elbows to drop and for John to press his chest against hers.
He turned his head, tilting it and Logan's body responded like a returning tide, naturally and without thought.
The bristle of his beard. Warm soft lips, forgiving and gentle, unlike the firmness of his body pressed into hers. Her poor heart fluttered and then kick started, punching against her rib cage.
The tiny, smoldering ember of her longing and desire for John reignited, burning its way through her limbs and curling her toes until the bones popped and the muscles burned.
He released her arms, allowing her to clutch his face and tangle her fingers through his soft hair. Encouraging him to deepen this fervid kiss, the primordial need to have him took over as her legs drew up, hiking around his hips.
Tonight, she wanted control.
She felt it everywhere, shaking her limbs, rattling her teeth, burning her from the inside out. If John was a flame, Logan was kindled.
An arm snaked behind her, lifting her, he pulled away from the wall. Crossing the room in a single stride, John eased them onto the bed without severing the kiss and slowly his traced his fingertips up her thigh. He found the waistband of her compression shorts and carefully pulled, sliding it down her legs.
Control...
Logan ignored her frightened heart and how it hammered like a frantic rabbit.
While John removed her holster undergarment, Logan swept her long, dark hair to one shoulder and released the small clasp at the nape of her neck. She stood and John peeled the black fabric away from her shoulders; it slid down her body to land in a heap at her feet.
Stripped down to just her lacy panties, Logan kept her eyes downcast, excitement and shyness revived the dormant butterflies in her belly.
Control.
If she could share this moment with John, no one else could take it from her. She was in control, finally.
John peeled back his dark blazer, tossing it aside and unbuttoning his grey dress shirt beneath it. The clothing slid over his sculpted shoulders, exposing a pale chest, threaded with muscles beneath the moonlight. Emboldened, Logan stepped closer, tracing her palms over his hardened skin up to his neck. Tangling her hand in his hair, she gently lured him against her mouth. He obliged, stepping into her as she sucked and nipped his bottom lip, lapping gently with her tongue, coaxing his tongue with hers. A deep rumble came from his chest, just beneath her palms, and she breathed deeply as her head swam as if she were drunk all over again.
A hand palmed her back while the other gripped her bottom firmly. Hooking his fingers over the thin waistband, he pulled them down until Logan was able to wiggle them down into a pool at her feet. Stepping out of her panties, he pushed and she fell back, bouncing against the bed, utterly naked, her knees instinctively closing against one another to preserve her modesty.
Control.
This was what she wanted. She elicited such from John and it gave her power to see him respond.
John didn't allow her to feel an inkling of vulnerability or shyness much longer. Undoing his belt, he released the button of his trousers and pushed them down. Stepping out of the heap of fabric, she could see John's own bodily response straining against his boxers.
Molten heat churned in her core, filling her with a breathless ache and icy fear. Until now, she hadn't noticed the hotel's cool air caressing her body's natural reaction. Slipping his thumbs into the waistband, he dropped the last remaining article of clothing and stood naked before her.
A prickle of fear eddied its way into her whirlwind of desire at the sight of him. Well-endowed, his member springing free of its restraint was engorged, thick and heavy. The sight alone was enough to second guess herself.
Already trembling with anticipation, now she quaked, unsure if her body could accommodate him accordingly. But there was an impatient urge to find out. Also, a need to get it over with. The sooner, the better. As foolish as it sounded, she feared Travis would come through the door and finish what he started.
Lowering his hands onto the bed, John crawled forth, encompassing her with his shadow. His knees parted her legs as he dipped his head, kissing the rapid pulse beneath her throat, following her collarbone and nipping her shoulder gently. Her skin prickled as he moved his head over the valley of her breasts, his beard and hair tickled her skin, sending chills throughout.
Unable to hide her trembling, Logan squeezed her eyes closed, wondering how much more stimulation she could endure without bursting. She focused on remembering to breathe, but even that seemed to fall into the back of her mind when John Wick effortlessly inflamed every sense Logan possessed.
A hot mouth followed by a roving tongue latched onto her nipple. She bit down on her lip until the pain and pleasure coalesced. He moved to the other one, suckling and pulling, nestling his mouth and beard against her soft mound, flooding her mind and body with heat.
A ragged sound escaped Logan's lungs. She had no idea what to do, or where to put her hands. Indecisive, she settled on his shoulders, reveling in the feel and movement of his hard muscles as he held himself up. He nipped her flesh and her hands dropped and clutched along the bed sheets, trying to hold herself together. She sucked in a sharp breath, a hissing emission between her rattling teeth.
Eventually, he brought an arm between their legs, and Logan felt him brush her entrance.
She stiffened and her heart thundered.
Control, she reminded herself, but the longer it became, the more it felt like fear and reckless abandon.
Physically, her body passionately responded to his touch. Emotionally, she was overwhelmed. It was too much intimacy all at once - skin to skin with a completely naked John Wick, sharing heat and passion.
It must be a dream…
Rubbing the tip of his rigid length against her sodden folds, Logan gasped when he brushed the head over her bundle of sensitive nerves. He remained there, running slow arduous circles, painting her with her own arousal. His eyes locked onto hers, watching how she moaned, trembled, begged and writhed beneath him. The corner of her eyes stung, her throat went dry.
Recentering himself, he positioned the tip against her warm core. Logan held her breath, anchoring her arms along his shoulders as his hardened flesh sought entrance.
His hips tilted and her body protested. Penetration was not as effortless as she imagined, considering John's girth. Her body yielded slowly as he pushed into her center. Logan opened her mouth to gasp, cry, or moan―she couldn't decide as he entered her fully, driving the air from her lungs and all coherent thought from her mind. He rolled his hip forwards and her body yielded completely, giving way to his entire invading length with a sharp, sudden surrender. John lowered his face into her neck, taking measured breaths against her while working his hips as tenderly as he could. His arms rest around her like a cage, protecting her from the witnessing moon and stars.
Logan forced her own breath and in time, John lifted up, holding her gaze as he worked himself deeper, prolonging each push and pull in languid fashion.
Anchoring her fists in the bedding, she raised her hips and he cupped her bottom. Lost in the feelings and sensations his body elicited, Logan closed her eyes, feeling John sink back down again, their chests meeting a second time. Legs rubbing along his hips, fingers finding a path through his long tresses, she explored areas she hadn't before, licking and kissing the tattoo on his bicep, tasting the sweat and heat. John claimed her mouth with a tender kiss.
Ignorant to what was yet to come, she focused on the physical proximity and all her senses. The affection, the suffocating intimacy, that was to be ignored. If she thought about them, she'd lose control and that was the last thing she wanted.
Breath ragged and choppy, her toes curled and she lifted her head from the pillow, lips parted, lungs heaving, feet bouncing with every work of his hips. She watched their bodies meet again and again. A pressure came rapidly, cinching her core like a taut rope and she tried to choke his name out, to warn him as he drove into her, but the unexpected release silenced her as it surged through her, wracking her frame like electric shock. John must have felt it too, for even he moaned as his body drove deeply into her.
In a single thrust, burying his entire length into her, John stilled with a sharp gasp. He gripped her hips tightly, squeezing until it hurt while his body seized in ecstasy. Tendrils of his dark hair that hung like a curtain around his face trembled as he hovered above her, eyes squeezed tight.
Panting and sated, John lowered himself atop of her, carefully easing his weight down. Inside, Logan could feel everything; John, his length, his release. She harbored them into her mind and for now, she felt victorious.
If only for a moment, she was in control. Now that John had that piece of her, no one could take it and it's not like she loved him.
No harm, no foul.
It the dim light, John withdrew himself and lowered himself at her side. Staring at the ceiling, Logan was silent, emptying her mind of any sense of guilt or shame at her licentious and wanton behavior. Perhaps he didn't know and that was for the best. She didn't want him to know anything about her. Thus far, she had been nothing short of a liability. Caldron had lied, making her believe she was worthy of such a task. She was merely background noise at this point, a hindrance. She needed to remove herself before she got hurt or worse, attached.
A strong arm slipped beneath her head and cradled around her shoulder. Slick tendrils of hair clung to her temples in sweat, her body thrummed in satisfaction as she relaxed in John's unexpected embrace.
This was what she wanted, Logan reminded herself as sharp twinges of pain tugged at her heart. She staunched it, ignoring the way her pleading heart sang with such foreign affections. These were things she did not understand nor wanted to. They were frivolous, beyond comprehension, and only inhibited her―like owning a pet. They were things beyond her control and they could shatter and destroy her if she allowed them.
Furthermore, wasn't this part of the game? John and Logan falsely betrothed to rally in a small army to fend off an inevitable war?
Yes, she assured herself as sleep quickly took over, this was all just a game.
It was time they played their parts.
okay phew. Not ignoring you all, just had to get some chapters out quickly to get the blood flowing. I'm working a lot now so I might not be able to update as frequently.
SHD294: Yes, if you purchase Whiskey/Tango optics from Sig Sauer, their optics have requirements to meet 'pinpoint accuracy.' Caliber, model, and weight to find the right bullet drop compensation. They're also quite the price $$$. It's the least they can do, right? Hell, the riflescope better mow my lawn and walk my dog.
Sylarfan: wouldn't you be upset if you trained your entire life to be a billy bad ass and it turns out you're not? Plus, being upset causes irrational decisions *wink wink nudge nudge* I didn't respond to this sooner because I didn't want to ruin in by saying they bone.
Inkandtrees: I hope this satisfies your hunger. I'm also glad you like the side stories. I don't want them to take away from the real plot though. But I need them to ramp things up and have you guys in 'the know.'
Guest(s): Thank you!
AllThingsWeird35: I'm very happy to hear that!
Suzzie: I like Stormare. It's unfortunate he's always the bad guy?
If i didn't get to the rest of the reviews its because they were several chapters back and I don't want to get confused or confuse anyone... I'll try to be more diligent in responses now that I've got these three out so far.
Thank you all for the reviews/readings!