What is the kinkiest thing rate and Logan have done or gotten up to???😈
This isn't the kinkiest thing they've done, but it's the one I have mostly written without spoilers. Hopefully , it'll do... 😉
Warnings: Public sex, language, these two are feral and cannot control themselves. 18+ MDNI
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“Rafe…”
Logan tilted her head to rest against the wall, lips parting as Rafe all but buried his head into her neck, lips trailing from her ear to her collarbone and back. One of his hands fumbled with the first button on her uniform shirt while the other cupped the side of her face, angling her head exactly how he wanted it.
“Look so good out there,” Rafe half whispered, half purred into her ear as he moved on to the next button. “My dick’s been half hard all day watching you.”
“I’m working…” Logan sighed slowly as he slipped his hand into her open shirt, fingers immediately tracing the edge of her bra. “Rafe…anyone could walk by. We can’t—”
“But I gotta,” Rafe lifted his head to press a searing kiss to her mouth, biting down on her lip as he pulled away. “Been thinking about how good you felt last night and I bet you’d feel even better now.”
Logan breathed as Rafe made quick work of the rest of the buttons on her shirt, warm palms sliding over her torso as he took her in, mouth parting before he lowered his head and kissed the cleavage that her bra deliciously pushed together.
“Rafe…”
“I’m so hard,” Rafe moved until his hands rested flat on the wall on either side of her head and Logan slowly slipped hers around his waist, teasing the edge of his shirt before she found his heated skin.
“You’re so needy, baby…” Logan bit her lip as she stroked his sides, one hand slowly trailing around his hip and over to his stomach until she found the button of his golf shorts. “What’s got you so horny?”
“Just wanna be inside you,” Rafe hissed as Logan slowly trailed the nail of her index finger along his noticeable bulge, tracing the outline.
“You are hard…” Logan watched Rafe let out a slow moan as she slipped her hand over him, thumb and index finger working together to trace and tease his head. “I bet your big cock is leaking, huh?”
“Need you, Lo,” Rafe dropped his head to press a hot kiss to her mouth, “need you all around me, wanna fill you up...”
“Mmm,” Logan slowly brought him closer, hands back on his hips as she felt him hard against her, “that does sound good.”
“Wanna see how big I am inside you,” Rafe attached his lips to her ear as Logan slowly ground her hips into his, “you always take it so well, doll. Taking all of me—begging for more.”
“I love it,” she let out a soft moan of her own as she felt Rafe drop one of his hands to grip the side of her thigh, her body moving upon his request as he lifted her leg up, watching as she slowly unbuttoned his shorts before dragging the zipper down against his strained cock.
She pulled him from his underwear, eyes glued to his swollen tip as he dropped his forehead to hers, moaning as she toyed with him, spreading the bead of precum around.
“Are you wet?” Rafe grunted into her ear, the hand that wasn’t holding her leg slipped between them to push her skirt up. They both moaned when he pulled her underwear aside and slipped his fingers in, feeling how absolutely soaked she was for him. “Fuck, baby—you’re so wet. M’gonna slide in so well. Is this all for me?”
“All for you,” Logan bit her lower lip as Rafe took his cock in one hand and guided it under her skirt, his hot, smooth tip teased her as he coated himself. “Need it, baby. Need it all the way inside me, need you all over me.”
“Yeah you do,” Rafe slipped between her lips before he circled her, groaning as he slowly notched himself inside, “so tight and warm—fucking heaven, Logan.”
She shifted and Rafe adjusted his hand as he slipped fully inside her, dragging her body against his before he pinned her to the wall. “Fuck me, Rafe.”
“Yes,” Rafe growled into her ear as he set a fast pace, “so perfect, Lo. So wet, so ready to be taken, huh? You’re squeezing so tight, she wants it. I can hear her swallowing me.”
“Harder,” Logan scrambled for his shoulders as he dropped her leg in order to adjust his hold and wrap both his hands around her thighs, hauling her up before he all but crashed her into the wall, his pace increasing with the new leverage and angle he had.
could we have a little teaser for the next wild winds chapter? 🙈
Ooooooh. I gotcha 😉
18+ mdni | Logan’s drunk horny and Rafe’s not.
“I told her about you—about us,” Logan said as she stepped into the bathroom, watching as Rafe flipped on the lights. He didn’t say anything for several seconds as he reached into the shower and turned the faucet on. “Well, to be fair, Ryan told her.”
“Ryan?”
“The guy I work with behind the bar,” Logan inhaled deeply to keep from hiccuping as Rafe closed the shower door, the closed in space filled with steam, and when he looked back at her, his face was unreadable. “He’s been on to us since before we hooked up and guessed that I was with you.” Rafe ran his hand along his jaw before he stepped up to her again, his hands lifting slowly to unbutton her shirt. Quietly, as Rafe reached the last button Logan asked, “What are you doing?”
“Getting you out of these sandy clothes,” Rafe said. He was close and if she took a quarter of a step forward she’d be pressed up against him. Up against his skin.
Thoughts of them in the shower together the last time filled her brain and her voice automatically lowered as hormones took over, “Are you going to join me?”
Rafe gave her a playful smirk and Logan would be lying if she said she didn’t want to lick her way up his chest to his mouth. “Not this time.”
The flames that felt like they were starting to eat her alive if she didn’t get her hands on him soon were quickly extinguished by Rafe’s answer, “What?”
“Gonna let you shower,” Rafe unzipped the side zipper of her skirt after her shirt fell from her frame, “and I’ll get you some water so you can sober up.”
“I’m not drunk drunk.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Logan’s skirt fell after Rafe had it unzipped. He ducked his head and kissed her so lightly Logan wasn’t sure if she imagined it, his warm palms along her hips as he turned her body to face the shower instead of him. “You’re sober when we fuck.”
“Yeah…” Pope cleared his throat, heaviness settling between the two phones, “Yeah, we heard it all. Sarah…I’m…I’m sorry…”
“It’s ok,” Sarah sniffled, lifting her other hand to wipe across her runny nose, “I just—let’s regroup, ok? Move on and just find El Dorado. Get the gold and answers and be done with this whole shit show.”
“Careful,” Pope attempted to lighten the mood as Sarah took the keys and the card her dad left behind, “you’re starting to sound like Audrey.”
“Not the worst person to start sounding like, at least someone has some sense around here,” Sarah chuckled through her tears as she ran her wrist across her cheeks. Pope and Cleo joined in with their own laughter as she crossed the condo to exit out the backdoor after she confirmed the front was locked. She slipped the key into the sliding door’s lock before taking off down the deck towards the back stairs, “I’m leaving—I’ll meet you at the coffee shop in like seven and we can figure out where to go from here.”
“Sounds good,” Pope said, “hanging up now—”
Sarah paused on the bottom step of the stairs, turning to glance towards the condo as she and Pope hung up the call, her phone sliding back into the pocket of her shorts. She eyed the windows and the door, checking for anything out of place before she turned and made her way towards the sidewalk, ready to reunite with her friends once more.
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Chris hit the wall not nearly as hard as Rafe wanted him to, and if it were up to him he probably would’ve put him through the damn thing. But instead Rafe took a little satisfaction by the way his head knocked into the corner of the picture frame, the Calvin Klein dress shirt Chris wore, no doubt purchased at an outlet, rumpled at the collarbones from how tightly the taller boy gripped the material.
“Looks like I hit a nerve.”
“Yeah and you’re on my last fucking one too,” Rafe’s grip tightened a little more, the tips of their shoes knocked together as Rafe loomed closer, his skin nearly vibrated with anger. “I don’t know what sick game you’re playing here, but I’m about to step up to the plate.”
Chris’ laughter only fueled the fire that Rafe had been trying to keep tamped down since Logan got the call—he promised he’d let her handle things but if this smug son of a bitch didn’t stop looking at him that way soon, he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep his promise.
“We both know Logan keeps her boy toys on a tight leash.” Chris grunted when Rafe pressed him harder into the wall.
“I know you’re involved,” Rafe’s voice dropped so low that he knew Chris had to strain to hear, “I know you’re fucking with her, and I know you’re up to something. I know you’re Peterkin’s source, smelled it the moment she got back from the sheriff’s office. You think you’re slick, you think you’ve got the status and the money to play in the big leagues…” Rafe released Chris’ shirt about as roughly as he’d grabbed it, forcing the older boy’s body harder into the wall when he did. “But I’ll let you in on a little secret, asshat, you don’t have a fucking clue how to play in this league. We play for keeps out here on Figure Eight, and by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for the Cut.”
Oh miss ma’am can we have a snippet of my favorite couple during the holidays? 😍😍😍
Yessss!
18+ MDNI | Rafe’s POV, heavy flirting, language, explicit sex, pregnancy sex, references to rough sex.
Rafe leaned back onto the palms of his hands, watching his wife slowly untie the red silk robe, an early Christmas present from Amy. The floor length fabric slipped off her body and pooled at her feet, Rafe’s mouth going dry as he took in her new lingerie.
The bra tied at the front, as if it were a present with a big satin bow, the material the only thing keeping him from seeing her gorgeous breasts. Her chest rose and fell, excess cleavage spilling out now that her breasts were growing, and he groaned as his eyes drifted down her body, taking in the sheer high cut matching g-string, the thin straps resting just over the curve of her hips, leaving very little to the imagination. And while all of that was absolutely hot, it was her slightly rounded stomach that had him hardening, her skin stretching to make way for the baby they created about four months ago.
He never thought he’d have a breeding kink. In all the times they role played it before they were married and before they discussed having kids, it was never the idea of actually reproducing that got him going. But now that she was full from him—now that he’d actually given her a baby, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop the way his dick throbbed when he pictured her pregnant, couldn’t stop staring as she walked towards him.
“Does it look ok?”
Rafe’s swallow was audible, nodding as she slipped her fingers over his bare shoulders, his own hands curving over her outer thighs, skimming her body until he reached her stomach, holding it gently on either side as he lifted his eyes to find hers.
“You look so good, Lo.” Rafe shifted to press his lips to the space just below the large bow, “So beautiful, so fuckin’ hot, baby.”
He knew she was self conscious, that she hadn’t expected to not be able to wear her clothes at this point in her pregnancy and she hadn’t gone shopping for maternity clothes yet, opting to wear her looser clothes or some of his. “The bra is on its last hook, just hanging on for dear life.”
Rafe snorted, shaking his head as he flattened his hands out, caressing her stomach before he ran them up her body, teasing the edge of the bow, “S’good thing you won’t be wearing it long.”
He almost lost it right there, lips parting as he unwrapped his present, watching her gorgeous tits fall into place, cupping them in his hands, he dropped his head to give them the attention they deserved. Gently licking and kissing, nuzzling his way around her very sensitive nipples, making sure not to cause her any discomfort as he teased her piercings between his teeth, squeezing them together before he fell back against the bed, taking her with him.
Logan giggled and Rafe grinned lazily up at her, watching the future mother of his child get comfortable, he made quick work of unclasping her bra before what little of it remained fell from her frame. Rafe enjoyed the view, enjoyed the feel of her hands lightly tracing the muscles along his abdomen, enjoyed the feel of her shifting and not so subtlety grinding onto his covered cock. He slipped his hands up her thighs and over her waist, gliding them along her stomach. Her bump was most noticeable like this, a little round, a little low, and he wondered what it would look like in four more months, when she was weeks away from delivering.
She was still about three weeks away from her anatomy scan, and the baby had so far refused to cooperate when the sonogram technicians tried to see if it was a boy or a girl, which seemed fitting. A baby with both Cameron and Maybank DNA was bound to be strong willed and, as JJ so proudly declared at the dinner table that evening, difficult.
All thoughts of his brother-in-law and their Christmas Eve dinner at JJ’s new house flew from his mind as Logan leaned down and kissed his neck, her nose brushing his head back as she kissed and nibbled at his ear, his hands running over her hips before they cupped her ass, his long fingers digging into the soft flesh as she sucked her way down the front of his throat and over his chest, her body shimmying down his until she reached the elastic of his boxer briefs, her hand palming him through the thin material, a damp spot darkening the color from where they both got a little too excited.
She kissed him through the material, stroking up his thigh as she teased his head, moaning softly when he gathered the hair at the back of her neck, the strands longer and falling over her shoulders now—blonde curls keeping him from seeing her beautiful face. She gently pulled his underwear down, that pink tongue that sent him to new heights swiped across her lips as he sprung free, her hand wrapping around him almost immediately.
Another thing about Logan’s pregnancy was that she was now in that ‘horny all the time’ phase. She thankfully just got out of the morning, or in her case, all day sickness and was now insatiable. Evidence of that being her trying to coerce him into the Maybanks’ powder room, those painted lips attached to his ear, moaning about how badly she needed to taste him.
He wanted to let her too—the number of times he’d heard or walked in on JJ while he lived with them had him ready for payback, but he also didn’t want the entire party to hear his pregnant wife gagging on his cock. The guestlist was long and the powder room was not far enough away and there was zero chance of Logan stopping after a blow job. They’d been going three, sometimes four rounds lately before she was satisfied and he didn’t really want to explain to Ellie why her brand new good Christmas towels needed to be thrown out. Or why he needed to know where her mop was.
“You’re so big, daddy,” Logan purred around him, her long nails sending goosebumps up his legs as she toyed with him, dragging the nail of her index finger down his shaft, “so red—so hard.”
“Need it, baby.” Rafe’s hips bucked when she kissed his head, “Been thinking about it all night after you mentioned it.”
“Should have let me make you feel good,” Logan hummed before she took him into her mouth, tongue swirling as she stroked where she couldn’t reach, eyes lifting to meet his.
“Too many people, doll,” Rafe groaned when she started to bob, teeth grazing his sensitive flesh, although not enough to cause any real pain, “your noises are all mine.”
Logan gagged, obscene noises filling their spacious bedroom and Rafe moaned, neck extending as he tilted his head back, trying to keep his hips still as she quickened her motions, his girl moaning around him when he kissed the back of her throat.
She pulled off after several blissful seconds, stroking his wet cock purposefully, free hand moving to cup his testicles, her lips sliding along his dick until she reached them. “Fuck, Lo…” Rafe bucked and she giggled, “So fuckin’ good at that.”
“I’m so wet, daddy,” Logan shifted, her free hand releasing his cock before she slipped it between her legs and inside her underwear, “so turned on and ready to be filled…”
Rafe moved quickly, Logan shrieking as he pinned her to the bed, careful of the baby, as he kissed her deeply, passionately before he ripped the thin fabric from her hips, his own fingers sliding in to feel just how wet and ready she was for him. “You’ve been this way awhile,” Rafe groaned, kissing across her shoulder and between her breasts, making sure to love on and kiss his way across her stomach until he reached her hips and pulled his fingers out, immediately sucking them into his mouth. “My baby needs it, huh?”
“All the time,” Logan sighed as he shifted again, pushing his underwear off fully before he lifted her legs, taking a moment to stare down at her as he licked his lips, the taste of her still lingering there. “I’m so hot, daddy. So desperate for your big, thick cock.”
“Fuck, Logan.”
Rafe guided himself to her, both of them sighing as he teased her opening, his eyes moving to her face when he slipped inside. It didn’t take long for him to bottom out, Logan clawing her way down his back as they moved together. “Need it, need it, need it,” Logan babbled as he rocked into her over and over again, “Harder, Rafe. Please baby, fuck me so good.”
Rafe would be lying if he said he wasn’t concerned about how hard he could rail his pregnant wife, Logan drifting closer and closer to that rough sex line the further along she got, one instance a few weeks ago where he’d nearly smacked her ass raw coming to mind, his girl sobbing for him to do it again and again as she rode him hard. He already made a mental note to run it by the doctor during their next visit. He definitely didn’t want to do anything that wasn’t good for the baby, even if it’s mother wanted to be fucked so hard she couldn’t walk.
He moved harder and quicker, hips snapping as their headboard shook, probably denting and scuffing the wall further, and he was just glad that no one was staying with them now, Wheezie opting to go to Sarah’s rather than come back with them. Logan gripped his back, shoulders, and neck, trying to get as close as she could to him, eyes all but rolling back into her head as she pressed her mouth to his, nails scratching up the back of his head as she got closer and closer to the edge.
It didn’t take long. Not that it ever took Logan long to come undone, he knew what buttons she needed pushed and when, but another side effect of the pregnancy hormones was that she came quick. Her body was already partly there before they even started, his girl only taking a few minutes to climb the rest of the way, that gorgeous pussy squeezing him so hard he tumbled right after.
“Rafe, Rafe, Rafe…”
He kissed her down from her high, loving on her neck and shoulders as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they breathed together, hearts beating in time together.
“I love you,” Rafe drug his lips across her shoulder, breath still coming out in short pants, hand sliding between them to caress her stomach, “both of you.”
“We love you too,” Logan breathed back, nudging his face up for a sweet kiss, “Merry Christmas, baby.”
i started rereading snow on the beach this past week while waiting for the latest updates on audrey’s version, so any chances for a snippet of what you’ve been working on? :D
Awwww thank you for reading and rereading!
I’m not sure if this will be next chapter or the one after, but here’s a scene coming soon. 😉
Warnings: suggestive conversation | 18+ mdni
Audrey pushed herself up onto her forearms, glancing down at JJ from her hovered position. He looked good, relaxed with his hair pushed back and his lids heavy. His lips had a reddish tint—evidence from their lengthy post-coital make out session. His hand was spread out along her lower back, the pads of his fingers pressing along the various moles that marked her skin, as if he were playing a blind game of connect the dots. He lifted his other hand where it rested beside him, the hard plaster of his cast bumping her skin as he caressed her cheekbone with his thumb.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Audrey dropped her head to kiss him slowly, putting as much love into the kiss as she could, her curls falling all around them, shielding them from the outside world for just a few seconds longer. It wasn’t until JJ pushed some of them back, tucking them behind her ear that she whispered softly against his lips, “There’s a stop I want to make before we all meet up tonight.”
“What kinda stop?” JJ asked, rolling his shoulders back as he rested his head heavily on the pillow behind him.
“One that involves a private jet,” Audrey extended her arms as JJ grunted in response, his eyebrows lifted up almost into his hairline. He caught her with an arm when she moved to climb off him, and Audrey giggled as he rolled them so he now hovered over her.
“I’m sorry—you can’t just throw out the words ‘private jet’ and then think I’m not gonna have any questions.”
Audrey laughed louder as JJ grinned, his head dropping to kiss a line from her collarbone to her ear, Audrey’s fingers disappearing into his hair as he did. “JJ—if we don’t get up now, we’ll miss our flight…”
“Where…” JJ kissed her ear, “are…” his lips slid along her jaw next, “we…” he kissed her on the lips next, slowly before pulling away enough to finish, “going…?”
“Maryland,” Audrey pushed some of the hair away from his face, “it’s a quick flight—forty minutes, I think they said. But we have to get to the airfield in like…twenty minutes.”
JJ pushed himself up and off the bed theatrically and Audrey giggled as the two redressed quickly, “No shower—guess that means I’m gonna smell you all day,” JJ tugged on his t-shirt, ruffling his hair as he watched Audrey reclasp her bra, “and you know that’s my favorite.”
Audrey shook her head, a light blush falling across her cheeks as JJ finished zipping up his shorts, his arms wrapping around her to kiss along her neck and shoulder as she finished buttoning her shorts, “You’re a menace.”
“Just wait until the PJ,” JJ’s open palm landed against her ass cheek and Audrey couldn’t help but laugh as he wandered over to grab his phone and wallet, “forty minutes is plenty of time for a quickie.”
“Mmm,” Audrey tugged the bottom of his t-shirt back towards her when he moved to grab his shoes, her lips pressing to his in a soft, sweet kiss. “Maybe not on our first flight.”
JJ cupped her face with his good hand before he deepened the kiss, “The idea of that makes me so hard right now—might need to roleplay that later...”
Audrey wacked his stomach with the back of his hand and he laughed as he doubled over, “You’re such a horn dog.”
“What can I say, baby?” JJ walked backwards to sit on the corner of the bed before tugging on his socks and then his right shoe, “You get me hot all the time.”
patiently waiting for rafe and logan’s first argument 🙂 you have no idea how excited I am for that to explode lol
*cue jealous and protective rafe*
SINCE YOU’RE BEING SO PATIENT… 😉
Warnings: Language
Rafe felt like the biggest idiot in the world.
He kept his eyes straight as she picked up the card, the nails that ran up and down his back this morning scraped the corner as she studied it intently, flipping it over several seconds later before she crumpled it into a fist.
“Where’d you get this?”
“So it’s true?”
“Where. Did. You. Get. This.”
“Tell me it’s a fucking lie, Logan,” Rafe’s voice wavered, “tell me this is all a—a bullshit lie.”
“Rafe—”
“TELL ME!” Rafe’s hand landed hard enough on the steering wheel that it stung for several seconds, the material squeaking as he gripped it tighter. “Tell me that this—”
“Rafe!” Logan threw the card onto the floor of the car, “Just—let me think for a second—”
“Is it true or not?” Rafe demanded, voice rising further, “It’s a yes or no question!”
“It’s not that simple!”
“Yes! It is!” Rafe almost laughed as she glared back at him…
18+ MDNI | Language, Rafe and Logan flirting, implied sexual references.
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“Why do you play golf?”
Rafe glanced into the mirror he stood in front of, easing the button of his polo through one of the slots as he shot her a look that was a cross between amused and disbelief, “What?”
“Why do you play golf?” Logan asked again, leaning back against the mountain of pillows that currently rested haphazardly against Rafe’s headboard, “Is it fun? It doesn’t look like fun.”
Rafe lifted a shoulder as he finished buttoning the few buttons on his shirt, left hand lifting to slide through his hair as he did a quarter turn to look at her fully. Dressed in one of his old t-shirts, her hair damp as it finished air drying, he couldn’t help but like this version of Logan the most.
Soft, relaxed, and all his.
“I don’t know,” Rafe half laughed as he reached for a pair of socks in his dresser, “it’s not not fun. Sometimes it’s hot, and a little boring if the group in front isn’t playing fast enough. But I don’t hate it. There’s beer—it’s a nice walk.”
“Sounds…awful. And isn’t it a huge waste of resources? Like water? I feel like I’ve heard Kiara and Ellie talking about it once or twice…” Logan stretched her leg out to poke his lower back, and he snorted, reaching behind him to grab onto her ankle and haul her towards him. The girl half gasping, half squealing in surprise as she found herself flat on her back, Rafe hovering over her.
“Better not tell ‘em how long we ran that shower this morning, then.” Rafe leaned over and kissed her slowly, first her upper lip and then her bottom. She just slipped her fingers into his hair, nails trailing across the back of his neck before he pulled away, but just enough so he could see her, “I’ll take you sometime.”
“Mmmm,” Logan wrinkled her nose, and Rafe kissed the tip of it, “now that really sounds awful.”
Rafe grinned playfully, shifting onto one hand as he ran his other along her side and over her hip, long fingers grasping onto her ass playfully, “I wouldn’t mind this ass in a golf skirt.”
“I can wear one later,” Logan laughed when he smacked her ass playfully, “and we can pretend I played. Oh! Maybe a Halloween idea one year!”
Rafe only laughed before Logan tugged him back down for another kiss.
