AN: Moving is a lot of work, I just rememebered. These past few days I've just been packing, carrying stuff and cleaning like crazy (and this with help). I didn't even have a desk to write in for a few days (living room floor picnics), so I just didn't get around to writing. Trying to remedy that now. But it is so much harder to remeber the storyline unless I do it often. Now finally as I am waiting for my last items to be delivered, here you go - a smutty chapter :)
To js: Of course Rory and Lorelai also contributed to the men in their lives to leave them. But that's self-sabotage because they'd been hurt before. Love that was supposed to be unconditional was in so many cases not (or at least Rory felt it wasn't). And what Lorelai did to Rory was technically also cause for abandonment issues (that's what the theory of it says): people who suffer from this often were given tasks (also emotional ones) of a grown up as a child - check; Rory always wants to give too much of themselves or are eager to please - check; have difficulty being emotionally available/ open - check; Rory was put too much pressure on to be "perfect" - check, Lorelai treated Rory like her peer not her child - check; Rory settling in unsatisfactory relationships - check. This is all from Webmd.
Chapter 177
May 6th, 2022
The kissing quickly intensified, and strangely enough Loki's barking, the dog wanting to go out for his evening run, only added to their passion, as if it was some sort of a soundtrack, increasing their adrenaline, as they made their way through the rooms in search for a good spot.
There was a trail of clothing from the foyer across Rory's study and all the way through Logan's study as well - pants, shirts, knit dresses, shoes and socks already tossed wherever. The piles of boxes out in the foyer were quickly forgotten.
It was all the result from Rory finding that photo book of Logan's about her. It was one of the sweetest things she'd ever seen. And she didn't know how else to show her gratitude and how much this meant to her. But naturally, it did help that he'd had that look in his eyes, and his henley shirt had hugged his muscles oh-so-right.
It had only really taken just one adoring, lingering, kiss to wake the need in them. This was the biggest benefit of not having a child in the house, wasn't it? And it was definitely good Rory had rested that day during lunch, having not felt like doing anything other in the evenings than go to bed early these past few days.
Logan had just gotten a new arm chair for his study, a leather windback, and frankly, he'd been dying to test it out. Office-fantasies had always been his thing, whether he liked to admit it or not due to it being kind of a cliche.
"Damn, you smell good," Logan hummed to Rory's back, slowing down a little, having kissed his way up her back, adoringly, just now. He could never quite place what the scent was - something sweet, but not too much… intoxicating either way.
Rory's hands caressed his core that was positioned behind her, his arms pressing her hips firmly against him as well. She could feel the heat radiating from his erection already, having not been paying enough attention, with her eyes fluctuating between closed and open, to know he'd already stepped out of his underwear.
Logan unclasped her bra, tugging on it just a little, having by now learned the balance of how her breast loved to be touched - firmly but evenly, pressing her over-sensitive nipples against the bra's fabric for a moment.
Rory let out a moan and this simple move. The way Logan was playing at the fine line of pain and pleasure something Jess had never really learned to do.
As the bra fell to the floor, releasing her breasts from their confinement, Rory felt the heaviness of them. It felt almost primal.
Logan's hands made their way up from her hips and sides, to cup her breasts gently and as a response Rory pushed her hips back against his crotch, demandingly.
"Hungry aren't we?" Logan teased, pretended to bite her neck.
Rory repeated the move, nearly ramming her hips back against him, letting out a seductive giggle.
"You've got to wait for it," he continued his teasing. "Lean down," he instructed, referring to the armchair.
Rory was already getting pretty hopeful. All she wanted was him to jerk her panties off of her and fuck her. Truthfully she was already craving something rougher right about now, but Logan was being far too tentative and careful still. But since he'd been talking about her having to wait for it, she was beginning to suspect he had further ministrations in store for her. But she did hope, she'd get what she wanted later on.
Rory leaned down, her hands finding a good grasp on the arm rests of the armchair, leaving her gorgeous ass up in the air. And she certainly played along, tilting one of her knees a little to make the curve of her thighs and hips even more delicious. The bump was still small - but it was more of a mind game anyways - knowing he'd made that happen, that did the trick for him, not that she wouldn't have without it. It just amplified it all.
Logan chuckled at her wordless teasing, almost like a victorious, slightly evil laugh, which Rory enjoyed immensely.
Logan's hands caressed her ass, going also around her thighs, passing by her needy core just barely, making her whimper in anticipation. Finally as his fingers slipped between the black lacy fabric of her panties, he pulled them down. He could already smell her arousal and it was definitely waking the bull in him. He inhaled even deeper.
But not wanting this to end quite so quickly as he easily could if he didn't employ some self control, he steadied himself and caressed her some more, letting her whimper quietly from expectation.
So instead of ramming into her right then and there, he sank down to his knees, catching Rory a little by surprise, and sank his lips between hers. He hadn't told Rory this, but there was actually a certain added sweetness to her now that she'd been pregnant, and frankly it was also the reason he loved going down on her so much these days. His tongue worked its magic, slipping back and forth her labia, as his arms held her close by her thighs.
The little whimpers and 'ahh..'-s Rory made, made this only more enjoyable.
Her hips writhed against his tongue, and her moans grew louder.
"Fuck, Logan," she moaned, her cheeks already growing redder in the dim light coming from the adjacent room.
There was something incredibly hot about hearing her curse. Sweet, innocent, Rory Gilmore on his tongue and desperate for more. Somehow, that never grew old.
Logan made good use of his hand as well, slipping it around her mound from the front to give her clit some more attention, and thrust his tongue inside of her. The desperation Rory felt was highlighted well by the way one of her hands was soon on top of his, pressing firmly against her clit with his hand, not that he really needed help in that department. She just didn't want him to stop.
"Oh, god, Logan - I'm so close," she whimpered.
Logan stuck out his tongue as long as he could. By then Rory was moving her hips urgently. It felt utterly humbling, feeling her core spasm on his tongue the way she did next - she looked and felt in his arms so primally feminine. A goddess.
Knowing that night she didn't need to hold back any audio, Rory's moan, like something liberated from its confines, carried over the house, even catching Loki by surprise, who finally stopped barking and retreated.
Rory's knees buckled, landing on the seat of the armchair.
"You okay there?" he asked, continuing to caress her hips and thighs, sensing that somehow the orgasm had made her weak for a minute there.
"Uh-uh, perfect," Rory replied drowsily and breathed heavily, not quite remembering an orgasm that strong form before. "But I do believe I'm missing something," she added, pantingly, even though she found it hard to believe anything could top what she'd just experienced.
With a seductively naughty look in her eyes Rory reached back and guided Logan between her legs, wanting more, despite still feeling a little weak.
Rory was bent lower on the wide armchair, her knees bent, and Logan, remaining on his knees, positioned himself at her entrance. But despite hardly seeing, thinking, straight from the want, he was careful as he thrust inside of her. Too careful for her liking.
She gave him a few moves in return, hoping she'd get what she craved if she showed him how fine she really was.
"I won't break, Logan," Rory demanded, firmly, knowing he must've been holding back. She knew him - she knew how he liked to let go and just go at it, giving into his primitive needs.
Logan grumbled, having an internal battle between safety and lust. But he did pick up his momentum a little. Rory also began to move her hips along, hoping to add the needed roughness herself if needed. But as he began to hold back a little after a few much-needed thrusts, Rory hope he'd relax and just let go. It was a distracting discord in two people that usually worked so well together.
"Oh for fuck's sake!" Rory cursed, pulled herself away.
Logan was almost too shocked, having not really expected her to be this demanding and impatient. Within seconds Rory was up on her feet, throwing Logan into the armchair herself. It was definitely a fantasy he'd had years ago, but there was a fury in her eyes that he'd not seen before as well.
She knelt down and enveloped his arousal in her mouth in an instant, hungrily, giving up her own second orgasm for his sake. Logan almost began to say something, but stopped, the softness of her mouth around him, along with just the right amount of suction, throwing his ability to think straight a real curveball.
She bucked her head up and down, with definite intent, now allowing her to savor his release for very long. She was pissed, but determined to get him off. Logan groaned a minute or two later, feeling his release spread endorphins through his body. But then abrupt loss of her body between his knees, from around his member didn't allow him to really linger. A sense of panic and loss.
Without a word, Rory walked out of the room, grabbing a couple of items of clothes from the floor and headed upstairs, leaving Logan panting in his armchair. There was a first one for everything - Logan thought, unsure how to go about making it up to her.
