Chapter 14
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, settings, music, or movies mentioned.
AN: Hey guys! So, this is a much-needed Yale chapter, Finn and Robert will find out that they're dating and Juliet will get her first look at the happy couple. Basically, lots of fluff lol. Enjoy!
"No!" Juliet groaned. "I want to go clubbing. I don't want to sit here and wait for her, she can just meet us."
"Jules, chill," Steph said, rolling her eyes. "She's just a little bit late."
"You guys can go ahead, I'm waiting," Logan said, standing up from the booth. "I'm also getting a refill, anyone else?"
"I'm coming," Finn said, standing with him, soon followed by Colin, leaving the girl to discuss their plans.
"I hate when she gets like this," Colin said as they approached and leaned against the bar.
"You hate it?" Logan asked, his eyebrow raised. "I'm the one she's eye fucking."
"Good point mate, but it makes the rest of us fucking uncomfortable," Finn said. "You need to get yourself a girlfriend, or at least a fake one just to placate the chick, I mean why would you want an actual girlfriend."
Logan and Colin glanced at each other with a knowing look. They had kind of hidden Logan and Rory's relationship from Finn. He wasn't going to take it well considering Colin already 'settled down' and now Logan has too. They figured the best way to tell him was while Rory was there and maybe he would be able to understand in the moment.
"Yeah, maybe you're right," Logan shrugged, leaning against the bar.
"Maybe we could just set her up with someone," Colin suggested.
"Now you're starting to sound like Steph," Finn laughed.
"We don't set people up," Logan agreed. "And besides who would put up with her."
"God point," Colin said. "Maybe Robert? They're both pricks. And Juliet likes you, Robert likes Rory, its two birds with one stone."
"Robert does not like Rory," Logan said, rolling his eyes.
"He sure as hell does," Finn agreed.
"Since when?" Logan asked, glaring slightly.
"Since he met her," Colin shrugged.
"What if we set them up?" Finn asked.
"No," Logan barked.
"What's your problem?" Finn asked.
"Rory's too good for Robert," he shrugged.
"I don't disagree, but you're pretty adamant that he shouldn't date her."
"They shouldn't," Logan insisted.
"Ok weirdo," Finn said. The bartender set the drink down in front of them and they each picked up a glass.
"You guys go ahead and go back to the table, I'm going stay here till Rory gets here and we can leave. Juliet is bugging the crap out of me," Logan said.
"Ok," Finn said, turning and heading back.
"You just want a minute alone with your girlfriend before we leave," Colin teased.
"Guilty," Logan laughed as Colin walked away. He sat back won next to Steph, leaving his friend to wait for his girl.
"What's Logan doing?" she asked as he wrapped his arm around her.
"Avoiding Juliet and waiting for his Ace," he said.
"Ah, makes sense," she said.
"I'm sick of waiting," Juliet said again.
"Don't care," Finn said, taking a sip of his drink.
"We are waiting for Rory," Elle said. "And that is the last time I will say that."
"Just shut up Jules, we're waiting for her," Robert said.
"Why do you all love her so much?" she complained.
"She's not a bitch," Colin muttered. "Unlike some people."
"She's nice and we're friends," Steph said. "The real question is, why don't you like her?"
"She's trying to steal Logan. You all know he and I have a thing," she said. They all rolled their eyes, familiar with her delusional hopes for her 'relationship' with Logan.
"Get over it Juliet," Elle said.
"Look who's talking," Juliet said.
"Don't start you two," Steph sighed.
"Hey," Robert said, nudging Juliet.
"What?" she snapped.
"I might have a plan, I think it could work," he said.
"A plan for what?" she asked.
"For making sure Logan and Rory don't get together," he said.
"They're already together," she said, rolling her eyes.
"What? When?" he asked.
"Her birthday party, Elle told me all about it," she said.
"Great," he sighed.
"Why do you care?" she asked.
"I like Rory," he shrugged.
"Seriously? You too?" she asked. "She is not that great."
"Well she's hot and she's funny, what's not to like?" he said.
"She is not hot. I'm hot, she is not hot," she said.
"Ok, stay in denial but that girl is hot," he said.
"Looks like Logan has already found his lady for the night," Finn laughed.
"He what?!" Steph and Elle practically screeched together, looking over at Logan who was sitting the bar with a girl. Well he was sitting, she was standing in front of him with his kegs trapping her to his body and his tongue down her throat. His hands rested on her back, one traveling down to her ass while the other entangled itself in her hair. Her arms rested around his neck and they clearly couldn't get enough of each other. (A picture of her dress is the cover photo)
"That's disgusting," Juliet said, rolling her eyes for about the third time that night.
"They're in love, leave them alone," Colin said.
"Love?" Steph asked.
"Ok they haven't said it, but we all know it," he said.
"Love?" Finn asked too. "He just met her, they're making out. That's not love."
"Finn," Elle started. "You don't recognize her?"
"Should I?" he said, looking back.
"It's Rory," she said.
"Well fuck," he said, his eyes wide. "Wait that's Rory?"
"Yeah…" Steph said, then turned to Colin. "Did you not tell him?"
"We didn't think he'd take it well," Colin shrugged.
"Then why is his hand up her dress?" he asked angrily.
"She's his girlfriend," Steph said, unable to contain her excitement over that.
"You're fucking kidding me," Finn said, downing his drink in one sip.
"It's the end of the three musketeers," Colin laughed. "It's just you now."
"Try the three stooges," Elle laughed.
"I have no wing men," he sighed.
"You'll live," Elle said.
"Just think of it as less competition," Steph said.
"It's the end of an era," he sulked.
"What is?" Logan asked, running his hand through his hair, his arm wrapped snugly around Rory's waist.
"The three of us! You two are dating! Her lipstick is on your neck!" he said, slouching against the seat.
"Ah, that era," Logan laughed as Rory tried her best to wipe away the lipstick she hadn't seen before.
"Yes, that era! How could you do this Logan?" Finn asked.
"It's not that bad," he said, handing Rory his handkerchief to better get rid of the red ark on his neck. "You just have less competition."
"Stop saying that! That doesn't mean anything. I only date red heads any way!"
"Finn, I think you're over reacting," Logan said, smirking at Rory when she slipped the handkerchief back in his pocket and her hands wandered a little.
"Maybe I am! I am on my seventh scotch! But that's beside the fact because right now I am mad!" he slurred.
"Well, Rory and I are dating and when you're sober you'll understand that this is a good thing," Logan said.
"Sorry Finn," Rory said, wrapping her arms around Logan's waist.
"You took him from me," Finn said.
"Well she's hotter and she's smells better," he said. "And tastes better."
"Logan," she chastised, slapping his chest.
"Am I lying?" he laughed.
"No… I guess not," she said quietly.
"I'll be happy to prove my point when we get back tonight," he said, just as quietly.
"And how exactly will you go about doing that?" she asked, running her thumb over his bottom lip when he turned his head to face her. He leaned forward to kiss her, biting down on her lip and she moved her hand to cup his face.
"By going down on you and giving such an intense orgasm there's no way you can tell me I don't love how you taste," he whispered to her huskily and she gasped into her mouth, his words sending quite the shot of heat to her core.
"Maybe we should skip the club," she said, pulling his hips into hers by his belt loop.
"Hey!" Steph called. "Do you know we're all here?"
"Very aware thanks," Logan said, not bothering to look at her as he kissed Rory again. Steph sighed and looked over at Colin who just shrugged.
"He's happy," Colin said, kissing her temple. "Plus, we can't really blame them, we still act like that."
"Fair," she said, leaning up to kiss him.
"I'm surrounded by couples!" Finn whined, laying his head on the table.
"She's here, let's go to the club!" Juliet said, standing up.
"Alright, let's go," Steph said, getting out of the booth with Colin. Robert followed and so did Elle as they all made their way to the parking lot.
"We'll meet you there," Logan said, leading Rory to his car.
"When? Tomorrow?" Steph asked with a smirk.
"You are hilarious," he deadpanned.
"You are horny and I am right," she laughed.
"Touché," he said. "We'll be there in like an hour."
"Logan," Rory laughed. "He's kidding we'll be there."
"In an hour," he insisted.
"Ignore him," she said as he opened the door for her to get in the car. "He's just bitter that he'll be stuck alone tonight with his hand and a cold shower." The group laughed at the glare Logan gave her as they all headed to their separate cars. Steph walked to hers which was parked next to Logan with Colin and Elle. This left Robert and Juliet in Finn's car.
"I guess we'll be there," he bit out, slamming her door. He was acting frustrated but even Elle could see the grin he fought at the sound of Rory's giggle in the car. He opened his door and slid into the passenger seat. "You think you're awfully cute, don't you?"
"Well you always tell me that I am, maybe it's starting to go to my head," she teased him. That was the last thing the group could hear as Logan shut his door.
"Well you are cute," he said, pecking her on the lips before he buckled his seat belt and back out of the parking space. "So, I want to ask you something."
"Shoot," she said, resting her hand over his on her thigh.
"Halloween is coming up," he said.
"It is," she said, looking over at him.
"And we've all been invited to few parties so I was hoping you would come with us, well come with me," he said.
"Yeah, I'd love to," she said. "Under one condition."
"Uh oh," he sighed.
"No 'uh oh', this isn't that bad," she said.
"Hit me with it, just rip the band aid off," he said.
"Melodramatic," she said, rolling her eyes. "You have to dress up with me."
"Dress up with you?" he asked. "Like a couple's costume?"
"Exactly," she nodded.
"Ok, I can do that," he said.
"See, not so bad," she laughed.
"No, not so bad," he admitted. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well I had two ideas," she said. "The first one is Superman and Lois Lane."
"I like it, as long as it's a sexy Lois Lane," he said, smirking.
"Would I subject you to anything less?" she teased. "Now the next one, and I think you'll like it better, is a lot sexier."
"And what is it?" he asked.
"Baywatch," she said.
"Hm," he said.
"Hm?" she asked.
"I don't know," he shrugged. "On one hand I don't want other guys gawking at you all night in that Baywatch outfit, but on the other hand I want to gawk at you in the Baywatch outfit."
"Sounds tough," she said.
"How sexy of a Lois Lane are we talking because I think I can pull off superman pretty well," he said.
"Very sexy," she assured him. "And you can definitely pull off Superman, you won't even need the fake muscles."
"Alright, Superman and sexy Lois Lane it is," he said, just in time as he had pulled up to the club's valet. She lets go of his hand and unbuckles her seat belt as the valet opens Logan's door and he gets out of the car. Logan made his way around to Rory, opening her door and offering her his hand to step out of the low Porsche. He then slid his hand down to the small of her back and led her inside the building, dropping his keys with the valet.
"Steph and Finn were behind me so why don't we wait for them at the bar," he suggested.
"Sounds good," she said as they made their way over to the crowded bar in the middle of the room. Luckily for them Rory's sexy red dress and what Finn calls 'better looks, better service', had them at the front of the large group and ordering in a matter of a minute. Logan ordered a scotch and Rory ordered a Screaming Orgasm to which Logan moved his hand to her ass and told her she should be careful what she wished for.
"I know what I asked for Mr. Huntzberger," she whispered back seductively.
"Well you also don't usually drink so what's up?" he asked, pulling her closer to his chest when someone pushed past them.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "Just fell like having fun. And yes, I can do that sober but sometimes I like to join in on the drinking too."
"Fair enough," he said, kissing her forehead. "Just don't overdo it and stay close to me." Their drinks were placed in front of them before Steph's loud voice cut through the crowd from the other side of the bar. They could see Finn towering over her and pointing at a lounge area behind them. Logan nodded to him and carefully guided Rory though the mass of people to where Finn was standing. The rest of the group was sitting on the black and white couches against the wall.
"Hey!" Rory said as Steph and Finn made their way back over as well. Logan sat down and motioned for Rory to sit next to him but in a second the seat was taken by none other than their resident jealous blonde bimbo.
"Do you mind?" Logan sighed.
"Mind what?" she asked, innocently. "We haven't caught up in a while, I want to talk."
"Juliet-," he warned.
"No, she's right, we haven't caught up in a while, let's chat," Rory said, placing her glass on the table next to Logan's tumbler before taking her seat on Logan's lap. She leaned back and wrapped her arm around his shoulder, his going around her waist as a smirk took permanent residence on his face.
"Now this is much better," he said, his other hand running over her thigh and down past her knee. Rory even went so far as to cross her legs, riding her dress up a tad and giving Logan a great view of her legs in those heels.
"I think so," she said, kissing him. "You're a lot more comfortable than that couch."
"I aim to please Ms. Hayden," he said, his grip on her waist tightening.
"You could sit on the chair," Juliet griped.
"Why would I do that?" Rory asked, feigning confusion.
"Because some of us are uncomfortable," Juliet said.
"Uncomfortable?" Rory asked, tilting her head. "Like how Logan feels when you hit on him?"
"I think that's exactly what she means Ace," he said.
"Oh well in that case, you're right I should move. We wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable," Rory said.
"I agree," Logan said before turning to Juliet. "Don't worry I'll get her out of your way."
"Will you?" Rory asked him.
"Yeah, come on, I want to take your sexy ass for a twirl on the dance floor," he smirked.
"How could I say no to that?" she giggled, standing up with him and following closely as he walked with her hand in his.
"You can't, it wasn't a question," he said, turning around to face her and pulling her almost flush against his chest. Sliding her arms up his chest, she rested them around his neck and looked up at him. They started moving together to music, Rory doing her best to ignore his wandering hands.
"Does she do that even when I'm not here?" she asked him.
"Not as blatantly but yes," he said.
"So, every week when I'm an hour away, she's here hitting on my boyfriend?" she asked.
"The boyfriend that you trust…?" he asked.
"Yes, the boyfriend that I trust," she promised.
"Then yes, every week when you're an hour away, she's here hitting on your boyfriend. And your boyfriend is here missing you like crazy," he said, rubbing her nose with his. She scrunched hers up and giggled softly. "I love that sound." He leaned and inch closer and pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth. She continued the playful kiss by pressing light open mouth kisses to his lips. Running her hand through his hair, and grinned brightly when he moved his wet kisses to her neck and ear. "You know I love this dress."
"Do you now?" she asked, running her hands down his shoulders to hold his biceps.
"Oh yeah," he said. "I don't love that other people can see you in it, but I do love the low back."
"Yeah, I thought you would," she laughed.
"I especially love how close it is from here," he said, fingering the end of the cut out in her back and trialing his hand downward. "To here." He slipped his hand under the dress. "And here." He moved his hand up to finger the lace thong she wore. "To here." Rory gasped breathily when he pushed the lace to the side and ran his finger over her folds.
"Logan," she whispered. "We're in public."
"You're the one who wore the dress," he said. "In public."
"Ok but-," she was cut off by another light gasp when he pushed a finger into her. "Oh fuck." She was suddenly very happy to be holding onto his arms right now, able to lean against him.
He crooked it to the side and hit her G-spot perfectly. It was nothing compared to his tongue, or his dick from what she can imagine but it felt damn good. She couldn't believe he was doing this with so many people around and their friends lounging just feet away from them.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this," he growled into her ear. She rolled her head to the side to give him better access and in an attempt not to scream his name. Logan absolutely loved how responsive she was, and how wet she got for him, even when she was trying not to.
"Hm," she moaned softly, trying not to alert those around them that she was on her way to a mind blowing, spontaneous orgasm.
"Now hold onto that," he said.
"Oh," she gasped again when he inserted a second finger.
"Because you won't like what I'm about to tell you," he said, smirking at her.
"Mm, why… why not?" she asked, barely paying attention.
"Because I'm going to tell you not to come," he whispered. He could feel her tense in his arms, unsure of how to stop that from happening.
"Logan… Logan I can't not…" she panted, biting down on her lip. "I'm really close, I can't…"
"What? Hold back? Ok, let me help you out," he said and preceded to do just that by pulling his finger out all together and snapping her panties back into place.
"Fuck," she sighed, laying her head on his shoulder. "What the hell?"
"Don't worry, the nights not over," he told her.
"Jesus, it better be over soon," she panted, kissing his neck before standing up straight.
"And why is that?" he asked as another song came to a close and he decided to take her back to their seats.
"Because if I don't come soon, I'm going to begging you to fuck me," she whispered. She felt him stiffen at her words and she could imagine he also stiffened somewhere else.
"You are not losing your virginity by begging me to fuck you," he said.
"Then you better hurry up and take it the way you want to," she teased.
"You shouldn't joke about that Ace," he warned.
"Who said it was a joke?" she asked just as they reached their group. They took their seats once again and once again he pulled Rory into his lap. Juliet had moved, but that didn't mean Rory had to.
"You look flushed, are you ok?" Steph asked her as soon as they sat down. "Did you have too much to drink?"
"No, she's barely touched it, trust me she's fine," Logan said.
"Ok but it's not that hot in here either, she shouldn't look like that," Steph persisted.
"There are other reasons someone would be flushed," Rory said, reaching for her and Logan's drinks which had been left under Colin's watchful eye. She handed him his scotch and squirmed in his lap, making him nearly choke on the liquid.
"Ah, enough said," Steph said, raising her hands in surrender.
"I brought shots!" Finn called, walking over with a tray of tequila, limes, and salt.
"Oohh!" Elle practically squealed when he set them down and eagerly reached for one.
"You want to do a body shot?" Rory whispered softly in Logan's ear and his eyes widened at her suggestion.
"Off which part of your body?" he asked.
"Drinkers choice," she said, adjusting herself to straddle him.
"I like the sound of that," he said, his voice unintentionally husky.
"I can tell," she said, rubbing her core against his erection yet again, letting him know that she knew how hard he was.
"Alright, hand me one," he said, taking a deep breath. She reached back and grabbed him a shot, a lime, and one of the four salt shakers.
"Anyone who doesn't want to see Logan lick salt off his girlfriend follow me!" Finn called, grabbing two shots and making his way to the dance floor. Elle and Juliet both followed him, leaving Robert and the girl he picked up who he was too busy flirting with, Rory and Logan, and Steph and Colin.
"Oh, body shots! Good idea!" Steph said, handing Colin another shot.
"Come on buddy, pick your spot," Rory said, sweeping her hair to the side, assuming he would go for her neck. What she didn't expect was for him to pull her dress down slightly, bury his face in her chest and lick straight up the valley of her breasts. She giggled as he put the salt on her skin and placed the lime between her lips. "Creative," she murmured, still trying to talk with the lime in her mouth. He smirked up at her before lowering his head again. In a seamless motion he licked salt off, knocked back the shot, and pulled the lime from her lips, stopping to kiss her a couple times.
Removing the lime from his mouth, he set it aside and kissed his way from her breasts to her lips. "Your turn," he whispered.
"No way, I've never done a shot before, it'll burn," she said.
"It's like sex, the first time it kind of hurts but the more you do it, the more you like it," he explained.
"Hm," she said, taking a moment to think.
"If you don't want to I won't make you. You can just lick salt off me for the hell of it," he laughed.
"You would like that huh?" she said, laughing with him. "I'll try it, we'll see how this goes." She reached over and grabbed a shot glass and a new lime. She leaned in and kiss him before turning her attention to his neck. She licked from the base of his neck, up to the bottom of his ear and sprinkled the salt. Now for Logan that was hot, that spot was incredibly sensitive and she knew it. She placed the lime between his lips and smiled at him.
In a slightly less fluid motion, she licked the salt off, drank the tequila, coughed, and then took the lime from him. "Oh wow!" she said, taking the lime out.
"Wow, Rory Hayden's first shot and she did off of me, I feel honored," he laughed.
"Shut up," she admonished, wrapping her arms around his neck once again.
"What? It's a big accomplishment," he defended.
"Mhm," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"You disagree?" he asked, leaning in to kiss her collarbone and neck. He was rewarded with a tiny moan and the feeling of her breath catching. Looking back at her, he found her eyes closed and her bottom lip between her teeth. Carefully puling her lip out with his thumb, he kissed her lightly, biting down on her lip himself. "That's my job."
"Hm, you do it much better anyway," she hummed, kissing him again and taking the chance to bite down on his lip. She pulled at it with her teeth before capturing both lips in a hot kiss. Logan's hand weaved its way into her hair and he cupped her face with the other. He was fully intent on making out with her until she was gasping for breath but when Rory started rocking her hips against his he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he- it was too hard to stop. He immediately removed his hands from her face and grasped her hips.
She moaned in protest and sighed when he pulled his lips from hers. "What?" she asked.
"Well as much as I would love to dry hump you right where we sit, I'm not much into exhibitionism," he said, rubbing circles in her hips.
"Aw come on," she whined.
"Ace," he warned.
"Fine," she sighed, running her hand through his blonde hair. "Is the night over yet?"
"No," he laughed. "We should stay for at least another hour. We danced and we did body shots so, we could dance again or we could actually socialize with our friends."
"What if… I did another shot off you?" she asked, moving to lick the other side of his neck.
"What if… I go to bathroom, because I need to, and you go dance with your sister until I come back," he said. Pecking her lips before standing up, taking Rory with him and setting her feet on the ground.
"Fine, have it your way," she pouted.
"Don't pout," he said, kissing her again. "Your smile is too stunning for you to pout."
"Alright Casanova, go to the bathroom. I'll be waiting," she said, slipping out of his arms ad heading over to Elle while Logan made his way to the back of the club and into the men's room.
"Hey girly!" Elle called, grabbing her hand and pulling her to dance with them.
"Hey it's Ace!" Finn yelled over the crowd.
"He doesn't care how drunk you are, Logan will kick your ass for saying that," Elle laughed.
"Whatever," he slurred. "Let's dance!"
"You are dancing Finn," Rory said, laughing at the spazzy, random movement that she could only kind of describe as dancing. "At least I think."
"I should be offended," he gasped.
"We should be offended," Elle said, gesturing to him. "Just for having to watch this."
"I need a redhead," he whined. "You blondes and brunettes are so judgey."
"What about blondes and brunettes?" Steph asked, stumbling over, Colin right on her heels.
"We're too judgey," Elle said.
"I am not," Steph defended.
"They don't like my dancing," Finn pouted.
"That's dancing?" Steph asked, her eyebrow raised.
"See! Judgey!" Finn said.
"Who's judgey?" Logan asked, coming behind Rory and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Blondes and brunettes," Rory said.
"I don't know about blondes, but definitely not brunettes," he said, kissing the top of her head.
"I agree with the blonde thing," Colin said.
"Hey!" Steph said, offended.
"You need to train your better," Rory told her.
"I'm working on it," Steph laughed.
"I'm sorry, you trained me?" Logan asked.
"I'm training you," she said.
"What am I doing wrong that I need training for?" he laughed.
"Nothing," she whispered, turning to cup his face and kiss him. He kept his hands in the small of her back, pressing her to his chest.
"Nothing?" Steph asked, an eyebrow raised. "I find that hard to believe."
"Yeah, that has to be bull shit," Elle said.
"It's not," Rory said. "I'm sure he will eventually but so far, nothing."
"Why do you assume I will eventually screw up?" he asked.
"Because you're human and I am not that naïve," she said.
"You've been dating for almost three weeks and he hasn't done anything you don't like?" Colin asked skeptically.
"No," she laughed. "Why is it so hard to believe? He makes me coffee, he's really sweet, he's ridiculously hot, he's such a gentleman, and he's really cute when he snores." She ran her hand through his hair for probably the tenth time that night.
"I do not snore," he said.
"Yes, you do honey," she said, kissing him.
"Well this is the honeymoon phase, sooner or later his snoring will bug the crap out of you," Steph said.
"I do not snore," he insisted.
"I'm sure, eventually there will have to be something. But definitely not the snoring, it's cute," Rory said.
"I. Do. Not-,"
"Yes, you do. Deal with it," she said, kissing him one again as this usually serves best to silence him.
"Is there anything you do that bothers him?' Steph asked.
"Not that I know of," she said.
"Huh," Steph said. "Logan?'
"What?" Logan asked, having completely tuned out after Rory's kiss, too busy playing with her soft, curly hair.
"Does Rory do anything you don't like?" she asked.
"Nah," he said, kissing her shoulder.
"Really?" Colin asked. "Because I got a few things on Steph."
"Honeymoon phase," Steph said, rolling her eyes.
"Say what you want Steph, but everything she does I find either sexy or adorable," he said.
"Gee maybe that's because I'm sexy and adorable," Rory teased him.
"Wow, good inference," he said, smirking at her and kissing the side of her head.
"You know there is such a thing as 'too cute'?" Elle said.
"They're not familiar with the term," Colin said.
"Nope," Rory said. "And I'm rather glad."
"You know I think the night is over," he whispered to her.
"Thank God," she sighed, grabbing his hand and pulling him away.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Colin called.
"Use your imagination," Logan said, following his girl out the door.
He pushed open the door, allowing Rory to leave before him. Handing the valet his ticket, they waited patiently, well a patiently as a hot and bothered couple can. Logan pulled her into his side as the valet left to get the car. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck and kissed his collarbone, nipping at it lightly.
"If you don't stop we won't make it out of this parking lot," he growled.
"Good," she whispered.
The car pulled up in front of them and the valet got out, handing the car keys and opening Rory's door. "Miss," he said, looking her up and down. Logan glared at him and lead Rory to the car, taking her hand and helping her into the car. He kissed her before she slid into the seat and Logan shut her door.
"Keep your eyes off my girlfriend," Logan said, handing him a $10 bill and walking around to the driver's side. He got in the car without another word and drove away. He had barely made it five feet when Rory smirked and looked over at him.
"Pull in there," she said, pointing to parking spot on the side of the building, well hidden by a tree.
"Impatient?" he asked.
"You have no idea," she sighed, unbuckling his seat belt as he put the car in park. She also went ahead and undid his belt to unbutton his pants.
"Very impatient," he said, sliding his seat back to pull her over the console and into his lap. She hastily pulled his pants down to his knees and rode his shirt up to run her hands over his abs. She leaned down and kissed him hard, hard and needy. She needed him, wanted him so bad she couldn't wait. Their breathing was heavy as they practically attacked each other's lips.
"Fuck," he panted, yanking her dress up so she could spread her thighs further. She moved further down and settled her core over his cock. "Shit Rory."
Rory moved her hands up further, pushing his T-shirt all the way up. Running her thumbs over his nipples, she was rewarded with a groan and a bite on her lip. Grinning into the kiss, she then cupped his face with her hands. She didn't pay much attention to Logan's movement as she was too invested in their kiss. Well she didn't pay attention until she felt his hands on her thighs, inching upwards.
"Hm," she moaned. "You going to finish what you started earlier?"
"You mean am I finally going to let you come?" he asked huskily.
"Are you?" she asked. Instead of answering her he ripped, literally ripped, her nude lace thong. "Logan!"
"They're in my way," he said, kissing her harder than before, if that was even possible. He thrusted two fingers into her, much like he had done earlier, only now he had every intention to finish this.
"Ah," she gasped into his mouth, arching her back.
Swiftly crooking his fingers to the side and hitting her G-spot yet again, prompted her to bite down on his lip. Her fingers made their way into his hair as she moved her lips against his. At the feeling of his fingers leaving her, she tugged forcefully on his hair. "Logan," she whined against his lips.
"Wow you really are impatient," he chuckled.
Licking her lips at his tone of voice, her eyes fluttered closed at his next move. Logan pulled her hips down and thrusted his up, pushing his erection into her core, his boxers acting as the only barrier between them. "Oh god," she moaned softly. "Oh Logan." This was nothing she had ever felt before, and while it wasn't all of him, it was much more than they had been doing. It just gave her an insight to what it would feel like to actually be with him, no barriers.
He ground his hips into hers, and kissed her neck as kissing her lips was no longer an option. He knew he would have no luck silencing her moans and he didn't want to. "You finally got rid of the hickey?" he asked.
"Mhm," she sighed, rocking harder and speeding up her movements. "You better not give another one."
"You shouldn't go putting ideas in my head," he said, thrusting harder.
"Oh… God!" she gasped and moaned over and over, Logan's thrusts becoming increasingly faster. What he really wanted was to be buried inside her, balls deep, but until she was ready for that, this felt incredible. Just the fact that she was comfortable doing this told him that she would be ready for… more, very soon. He should get working on booking that week long tropical vacation. "Oh… fuck… harder Logan harder!"
"Good God, you're sexy when you moan my name like that," he panted, taking the opportunity pull her dress down, much further than he did when they were doing shots. He attached his mouth to her nipple, sucking on it hard before switching to her other breast. Placing wet kisses all over her chest, he tried his best to keep his orgasm at bay. He didn't want to come just yet, not when it felt this good. He would let her finish and then sort himself out.
Her hands found their way back to his hair, holding him to her breasts. "Ah," she bit down on her lip, unable to control herself under such immense pleasure. "Can't you just lose the underwear?" She felt his actions still at this request. Yes, she said it in the moment but she really meant it.
"Rory," he sighed, cupping her face in his hands.
"I know, I know what you're going to say, but…" she bit her lips again, although this time nervously.
"Not yet, not in my car. This is something we're going to do right," he said.
"I'm just… I don't want to wait anymore," she said, shaking her head slightly. He ran his thumb over her lip and kissed her slowly.
"Trust me," he laughed. "I don't either."
"I know your car is not the place, but why can't we just go back to your dorm?" she asked.
"Because you deserve so much more than that sweetheart," he said.
"I've told you, I don't need all that, I just want you," she said.
"And I know what you've told me, but that's not how we're doing this," he said. "You remember what I told you? That's how we're going to do this."
"I know what you said, but I don't need-,"
"You don't need it, you deserve it," he interrupted.
"I've just never felt like this before, never, and I want you," she said, kissing him.
"I know the feeling," he said, resting his forehead on hers.
"Really?" she asked.
"Absolutely. Rory, I have never felt like this with anyone, not ever and I want you more than you can imagine. Don't ever doubt that. But, because we both feel like this, we need to do it right. I don't want to rush things. Losing you virginity is a big thing and I love that you trust me with it," he said.
"Ok," she whispered.
"Ok," he repeated.
"Just make it quick?" she giggled.
"As soon as possible," he said, capturing her lips in yet another passionate kiss.
"Now can I come?" she teased him.
"If I have it my way, you'll come so many times tonight that you'll be sore tomorrow," he growled, thrusting his hips up. She gasped and giggled into the kiss, looking forward to his promise.