Instead of moving back, Logan picked up his beer bottle from the bar and took a long swallow. After he was done, he lowered the bottle until it was resting against my hip. I could feel the cold glass through my skirt, which was only bearable to wear in November because of the long boots I had paired them with.
“Let’s see if I can make you pass out from something besides lack of oxygen.”
Before I could respond, he lowered the bottle even more and I had to stifle a gasp when he moved his hand under my skirt. I felt the bottle pressed between my legs, my panties not presen
ting much of a barrier against the cold, damp glass. He moved the bottle back and forth, stroking it against me, and I was instantly wet in response.
“Logan.” I was barely able to say his name, my voice strained as I tried to control my reaction. “What are you doing?”
“Can’t you tell? I’m rubbing my beer against your pussy. I’m getting it ready for me to fuck.”
His tone was matter-of-fact but the expression on his face was anything but. He looked hungry and ready to ravage me on the spot. As much as I wanted to be swept away by our desire, I was still aware of the fact that we were very much in public.
“Everyone can see us,” I said, lowering my voice, but didn’t matter because no one could hear me above the din of the crowd, unless they were in close, personal proximity. And Logan was definitely in close, personal proximity. The pressure of the beer bottle hadn’t let up, and I bit my lip to suppress a moan as it rubbed against my clit, which was begging for more. I had to resist the urge to grind against the beer bottle, desperate to continue the pleasure, but apprehensive due to the circumstances.
“No one can see anything with me standing in front of you,” Logan reassured me. “What I’m doing to you is probably tame compared to what’s happening on the dance floor behind me.”
“Logan,” I said, alarm growing as I realized that he was intent on going further than I felt comfortable with at the bar. “I really don’t think this is a good idea. The bartender is right behind us. He’s bound to notice. And what about the people next to us?”
“Relax,” he whispered into my ear. “It’s so dark and noisy that the bartender will never notice. The bar is high enough that he won’t see a thing. And the people around us couldn’t care less about us.” I shivered as he trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses behind my ear and down my neck. “Besides,” he muttered against me, “you don’t get a choice in the matter. You’re my slut and you’ll do everything I say. Your body belongs to me.”
A thrill went down my spine at his words, which were said softly but with iron beneath them. Logan had gotten more forceful and domineering when it came to sex and I knew it wasn’t just because he enjoyed it, but because he knew how much I got off on it. He knew how crazy talking dirty made me.
I clenched my thighs together against the flood of wetness his words had produced, and then moaned when my movement resulted in his beer bottle being pushed more firmly against my aroused clit.
“See? Look at how you react to my words.” Logan caught me in his gaze as he shifted the beer bottle so that the mouth of it slid down and pushed against my opening, almost pressing inside me. “Tell me what a slut you are.”
My head fell forward so my forehead was resting against Logan’s chest. My breath was coming out in short gasps as Logan continued to rub the top of the beer bottle against me, grinding it against my engorged clit and then sliding it down, pressing it harder into me with each stroke. To any onlooker, it seemed as though Logan was simply pressed against me. Our bodies hid his hand that was under my skirt, driving me crazy.
“I’m a slut who wants to be used by you,” I choked out between gasps. “Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours to use.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to use your sweet pussy until you beg me to stop.”
I opened my mouth to reply but the only thing that came out was a whimper when he pushed my panties aside and pressed the beer bottle up until the neck of it pushed inside me. The cold was a shock, but it was even more shocking to realize that I was being fucked by a bottle in public. That didn’t stop my hips from moving, pushing against Logan’s hand as he worked the neck of the bottle in and out of my pussy.
“Look how easy it is for me to fuck you with a bottle,” Logan rasped. I could see how aroused he was by the harsh lines of desire on his face. “You’re so wet that I could probably fit the whole bottle inside your pussy.”
I held onto his shoulders, digging my nails in as I strained to stop from moaning loudly. The taboo of this happening in public only heightened every sensation, and it took everything I had not to scream.
“Please, Logan,” I whispered breathlessly. “Fuck me. Fuck your slut.”
In response, Logan increased the tempo of the bottle thrusting inside me and stroked my clit with his other hand. The combination of the two sensations was too much and I could no longer contain my moans. I held onto his shoulders like it was a lifeline, as my head fell back and a cry of pleasure escaped me. I was too far gone to care who heard me.
Logan made a sound that was almost like a growl and I gasped when the bottle was suddenly pulled out. I looked up to protest and was caught in Logan’s gaze, his blue eyes dark with desire and his jaw taut with tension. I was staring into his eyes when I felt his hard shaft enter me with one hard thrust and I cried out in surprise and overwhelming pleasure, no longer caring how loud I was. The noise of the crowd faded into the background until all I could hear was my own panting as Logan thrust into me over and over again. The edge of the bar was digging into my back but nothing mattered except the driving force between my legs. I clung to him, burying my face into his shoulder as the tension in my body grew until it was almost unbearable. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Logan reached down and stroked my clit, and I came undone. My body was wracked in undulating waves of pure pleasure as my orgasm gripped me, my choked cry swallowed by the noise of the raucous crowd.
When the last shudder left me, I looked up just in time to see Logan let go, his eyes closed and his expression almost one of pain as he released into me until there was nothing left.
When he was done, he opened his eyes and the noise of the crowd suddenly filled my ears again. The reality of what we had just done gripped me and I quickly looked around, afraid that we would have an audience. Instead, I saw no one looking in our direction as the boisterous crowd continued celebrating their Friday night.
I felt Logan slip out of me and looked down. He hadn’t done anything except unzip his pants, and he deftly pulled himself together in one smooth movement. When he stepped back, my legs were feeling a little unsteady and I felt them start to buckle. Logan grabbed hold of me, a self-satisfied grin on his face. I felt my face get warm from his knowing look.
“You’re crazy,” I muttered, although I couldn’t really be annoyed since I had been an enthusiastic participant. “You’re lucky we weren’t handcuffed and arrested for indecent exposure and lewd acts in public.”
Logan tipped his head toward the dance floor where I saw people gyrating, and I could have sworn that I saw body parts that were supposed to be covered in public. “We’re tame compared to what’s going on over there.”
I shook my head, not really believing what had just happened. I couldn’t believe I had let Logan fuck me in public, but then again, there wasn’t much I was willing to deny him sexually. He had a power over me that made me throw caution to the wind and give in to my baser desires.
“Did you have this planned tonight?” I asked, my eyes narrowed.