Slow Hands by Niall Horan played on the ipod beside them as Logan gasped as he continued to thrust into Veronica's tight body, marvelling in the moist wet warmth of her as she clenched around his shaft, her legs were circled around his waist, her ankles resting against his lower back her arms pinned above her head as he clamped them down with one hand, she moaned his name again, her eyes widening as he began to thrust deeper and harder this time.

How could he possibly still have this stamina? she thought.

Classes at Neptune High School had been cancelled for the day due to the murder of Richard and Kendall Casablanca's and grief counselling was available for those who felt they needed it due to the death of Mr Pope, Economics teacher and tutorial investment advisor for the Future Business Leaders of America Club.

His other hand cupped her petite breast and caressed it, he felt her body quiver beneath him, she was lost in a wordless cry of pleasure again. He felt so possessive of her, no one else should ever see this side of her… this moment was his.

"Oooohhh I don't think I could ever get enough of this" he smiled as he looked down at his petite blond captive.

She bit her lip and wriggled against his hand holding her imprisoned beneath him, it drove her crazy when he restricted her like this, she loved to explore his muscled torso with her hands, to run her fingers over his shoulders and in his hair, to pull him closer to her and nibble his ear lobe and kiss his neck, to whisper how good he felt inside her in his ear, it always gave him goose bumps feeling her breath so close to his neck but this was retaliation for her tormenting him with her tongue earlier, he had woken up to find that she had cuffed his hands to his bedpost and she had woken him that morning by taking him into her mouth and she had stroked and teased him for almost an hour before she had straddled his hips and refused to let him set the pace, she had rode him torturously slowly and he had been a writhing and sweating wreck by the time she had eventually allowed him to come.

He refused to let her out of the bed now until he had his revenge, she had brought this on herself he mused. If only we had figured out how much more fun it was to get their own back on each other this way last year… it could have been so much more fun.. he thought as he recalled all the pranks they used to play on each other. From him letting the air out of her tires to her hiding bongs and dead fish in his locker and gym bag.

"Oh God…" he half groaned-half growled as she began to twitch and spasm around his cock, he felt her grip him tighter and her breath quickened, she sometimes got this little panicked look in her eyes like she was about become untethered as the sensations became too much for her and the only thing that was keeping her anchored in place was his body on hers, her breath caught in her throat and her blue eyes connected with his, wide eyed in desperation as her hips gyrated in time with his. He released her hands and her arms reached around his waist, her legs wrapped tighter and she clung to him as she cried out helplessly. Was there any better view in the world than the one right beneath him right now?

"Come for me…" he whispered as he kissed her lips her body responding to his every push as he delved deeper, feeling fuller each time. He was deliriously content as he felt her orgasm again, her nipples hard against his palms, it continued for several minutes, massaging the length of him as he was buried deep inside her and eventually her legs went a little limp around his waist and her head fell back against the mattress in a weak stupor. He was still hard and thrusting in and out of her slowly, careful not to put too much of his weight against her, he ran a hand down her thigh and gathered up her legs behind their knees and spread her legs a little wider.

She cried out his name again as the slight change in position made his pelvis run against her public bone and rub along her clitoris, she buried a hand in her blond hair and stared powerlessly at the ceiling. He grinned at her in satisfaction.

"Didn't expect me to have this kind of endurance, huh Bobcat?" he chuckled, Christ he was so turned on. He loved that he could affect her this much. She shook her head a little and he kissed her again, taking one of his hands away to cup her face. "You drive me wild, you know that?" he admitted.

And you fuck me absolutely senseless… she thought weakly. Waking him up this morning with sex to get back at him for his teasing her with his tongue the night before had seemed like a good idea at the time… but it appeared sex was definitely one of his aptitudes. She had used her mouth and her hands to make him beg her to untie him and then she had used her body to make him cry out her name until he had come for her, she had felt confident that she had gotten her own back after his little stunt in the kitchen last night when he had fucked her against the counter but as much as her feminine charms had managed to seduce him this morning… he was still too talented at turning her into a quivering doll vulnerable to his touch.

He was dangerous… this control he had.. this ability to make her act like a drug addict.. How would she ever be able to say no to him? They could play these games with each other all day now she was practically moving in after her argument with her father Keith Mars. His brown eyes stared at her in fascination and he licked his lips a little and he gasped again as she clamped down on him harder. Kegels definitely paid off…

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…." He whispered.

Why couldn't it just be like this always? Logan thought as he cupped her face. Nothing but time for him to worship her body and make her cry out his name. The ankle monitor on his leg getting caught in the sheets reminding him that he knew that soon they would have to stop and start going through the evidence she had collected, she would have to call back Duncan to see what he had discovered from Cassidy about the shootings last night. He would have to help Dick deal with flight arrangements for his mother to organise their father and stepmothers funeral.

He groaned as she gripped onto his ass and began to move her hips in a little figure 8 motion, moving her hips until she was writhing beneath him taking over the pace.

"Veronica.." he warned as he felt the first few shivers as he began to lose control.

"What's the matter?" Veronica purred as she flashed her eyebrows suggestively at him, he slipped his arms under her shoulders and hugged her closer to him.

"You are such a tease…" he scolded, he couldn't maintain his rhythm when she kept pace with him like this.

"Your turn to come for me Logan…" she told him boldly, exhausted but eager to get her own back.

"Okay… we going to start keeping score?" he suggested he picked up the pace. "I see your naughty hips…. And I raise you…" he began he slipped a hand between then and rubbed her clitoris as she began to protest and he stifled it with a kiss. "This…" he chuckled. She would get her payback for this, he was sure of it he thought mesmerised by her talented mouth, who knew that tongue of hers was more than just witty? He couldn't wait.

"That's… not…. Oh god…. Fuck Logan!" she cursed as she moaned in pleasure "fair!"

"You started it" he winked as he rattled the cuffs still attached to the headboard.