Last Nerve

Nearly several weeks had passed, since Jean left Logan out on the patio. Things were awkward at first, their brief encounters resulting in a short glance or a meager hello. Of course, as time went on and Logan grew to accept Jean’s decision, their run-in’s became easier to handle.

Although a touch of pain remained, the heavy weight that crushed Logan that night had faded. His feelings for Jean became a distant, but pleasure filled memory. Even though so much had changed since that night, one thing remained the same.

Despite Logan’s abrupt retreat that night in the kitchen, to this day has been left unspoken of, his constant battles with Emma stayed untainted. If anything, the two fought harder and longer, but with a different purpose other than to piss each other off.

There was an obscene amount of passion and determination marked with their harsh words. A piercing lust filled their eyes, dominating the usual annoyance that once resided there. Their bodies reeked with desire and a longing that had been kept buried inside for too long.

With the hunger burning deep inside them, still Emma kept her distance, fighting terribly to hold back her urges. She knew Jean’s announcement had taken a toll on Logan and she wanted the feelings she felt from him that night in the kitchen to be genuine. She didn’t want to end up like the other woman Logan used to conceal his loneliness or take his mind off of Jean. Emma vowed herself better than that and deserved to be more than another notch on Logan’s belt.

As Emma sat in the overstuffed chair in the living room, with her face buried inside one of the ethics books she used for class, she felt it. Thinking so vainly of herself, never failed to make her soft tanned skin tingle. The urge to allow her powerful, mind altering, diamond form to consume her, barked fiendishly against her better judgment. It wasn’t until Logan trudged into the room, that her craving vanished.

Emma peered sharply at Logan from behind her book, who hadn’t bothered to notice her yet. Her gaze followed him intriguingly from the doorway to the far side of the couch. She bit hungrily on her lower lip, as she watched his muscles flex with ease against his tight jeans and black T-shirt.

Logan felt her eyes boring into him, the way a predator eyed its prey. He sensed her slight irritation from his lack of acknowledgement and smelled the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Immediately he felt himself harden and had to think fast to subside it.

It may have been close to eleven at night, but it was a Friday, which meant some of the older students could still be roaming the halls. It was one thing for an adult to walk in and see him shredding Emma’s clothes and fucking her brains out, but it was another if it were a student.

“What the hell y’re lookin’ at blondie?” Logan snarled, hesitating from sitting.

“The same thing as any other day…nothing of importance,” Emma affirmed coolly then shifted her gaze back down to her book.

Logan grunted his response and plopped down on the couch. He stared at her briefly then glanced down at the book in her hands. The cover read; British Ethics, Morality at its Best. Logan couldn’t refrain from snickering and shaking his head in amusement.

“What is your problem?” Emma questioned with annoyance, as she looked over at him.

“Nothin’. I was just wonderin’ how a selfish, arrogant woman like y’reself got the job teachin’ ethics. What’s the matter, no openings in how to be a spoiled brat?” Logan teased cruelly.

“Yeah, just like there was nothing for you in how to be a heartless asshole,” Emma fought back.

“At least I’m teachin’ something I’m good at and have experience in. You on the other hand…” Logan trailed off, as he made a face and shook his head.

“Listen asshole!” Emma exclaimed defensively, as she stood furiously from her chair, “I am very good at what I do! I know the difference between right and wrong, unlike you, who wouldn’t know it if it jumped up and bit you in your ass!” she continued crudely, waving her book at him with a trembling hand.

“Oh believe me blondie, I know the difference. Why the hell do yeah think I haven’t torn you apart yet? Hmm?” Logan growled huskily, feeling himself harden again from seeing her riled up.

“Because you can’t handle what I could do to you,” Emma implied, taking note in the change of Logan’s tone and mood.

“I can handle it, I just don’t think you can,” Logan retorted firmly.

“I can assure you Logan, I can handle anything you’ve got and much more,” Emma replied arrogantly, narrowing her eyes seductively.

‘Oh yeah, prove it,’ Logan barked to himself, silently daring her to make a move.

Logan’s words echoed though Emma’s mind. She grinned wickedly to herself and shivered. A wrath of heat surged through her body and the tiny nub of nerves hidden beneath her moistened lips ached.

‘Oh I will, don’t you worry,’ Emma’s mind affirmed, before she made a hasty retreat, once again leaving Logan to drown in his sexual frustration. She needed to find the perfect way to prove it to him and jumping him right now wasn’t what she had in mind. She wanted him to come to her just as much as he wanted her to come to him and had an idea of how to kill to birds with one stone.


Logan awoke early the next morning, feeling the ache in his groin that Emma had left him with. Granted he took care of it last night in his room and then again, in the shower this morning, but it did nothing. If anything, it only made his need for her all the more desperate.

He couldn’t shake the power she had over him and needed to get away for a few hours. After he showered and dressed, he made his way for the garage, knowing he’d find some kind of relief from riding around aimlessly.

As he neared the garage, he stopped dead in his tracks. He sniffed earnestly at the air and a low growl formed in his throat. Like a predator captivated in a hunt, he stalked closer to the garage. Hastily, he wretched the door open and what he saw before him, rendered him speechless and shocked.

Perched upon his bike ever so provocatively, with her hands resting on the gas tank, her back arched and her long, slender legs bent slightly, was a very naked Emma. Her long satiny blonde hair was draped in front of her, hiding her plump, firm breasts and the hump of the gas tank conveniently overshadowed her sex.

Logan’s heart began to pound fiercely inside his chest and his breaths became shallow and forced. Every muscle in his body tensed and he instantly hardened, his dick pressing firmly against the confines of his jeans.

Emma eyed him closely, taking in his obvious approval of her boldness. The feral glow to his eyes sent chills down her spine and caused her sex to ache. She bit down on her lower lip and absentmindedly rocked her hips, rubbing her sex against the leather seat of his bike, while a sultry moan escaped her lips.

A territorial growl rumbled deep within Logan’s chest, as she innocently marked his bike with her scent. She may have been unaware of what she was doing, but to him she was declaring what was hers. The act was daring and threatened the animal buried inside him to be unleashed. Just hearing the way she moaned and kept her eyes locked with his; caused nearly all coherent thought to abandon him.

With his eyes filled with a raw, primal lust, he closed in on her to make his claim. He peeled off his leather jacket and callously tossed it to the floor. In an instant, he mounted the bike, wrapping an arm around her waist while the other stretched up her back. His hand cupped the back of her head and his fingers tangled themselves in her hair.

A look of surprise appeared on Emma’s face, as he crushed her against him, while he yanked her head back and latched his mouth to her neck. Hungrily, he licked and sucked at her neck. His teeth raked against the tender muscle on her shoulder, before they sank cruelly into her flesh.

“Aahhh!” Emma gasped, shutting her eyes and reaching to grip his hips.

The pain of his sharp teeth just barely piercing her skin soared through her body. She felt him grinning against her and then slowly ease his teeth away. When he returned to lap and suck gingerly at the bruised area, she moaned, forgetting about the pain his mouth had caused.

Her hands eagerly rounded his waist and roughly slid half way up his heaving chest. Carelessly, she gripped his flannel shirt then ripped it open to expose his perfectly sculpted chest. Logan growled fiercely, his fingers tightened in her hair and his arm snaked around her waist pulled her closer.

Emma dragged her hands back down his chest, scratching him with her nails, until she reached the buttons on his jeans. Fervently, her fingers worked to undo them, trying to ignore Logan’s persistent lips on her skin. Eagerly her hand dipped inside his jeans, her fingers wrapping around his swollen shaft, as she gently pulled him free. She squeezed him firmly and began stroking him in earnest, impressed at how his well endowed dick barely fit in her hand.

“Oh fuck!” Logan groaned huskily, as his head flew back and his eyes closed tightly.

She pumped his dick fervently, his hips jerking into her hand as he steadily matched her rhythm. He loved the feeling of her warm, smooth hand wrapped around him, working him with determination. He shuttered and groaned, as a small pool of pre-come seeped from the slit and now more than ever, he wanted to be inside her.

Logan’s arms dropped from her body and then coarsely ran down her sides and onto her thighs. He gripped them tightly then lifted them onto his legs while he pulled her closer to him and her hand slipped away from his impatient dick. He leaned forward and gathered her in his arms like he did before and in one forceful thrust, he plunged himself inside her.

“Oh God!” Emma cried out, as he stretched her and filled her to the hilt.

Vigorously, Logan began to pound into her, giving her no chance to adjust. His thrusts were brutally hard and somewhat painful and yet filled with pleasure. Emma’s moans were lined with whimpers and her breaths were forced from her lungs, as he pounded into her. She wanted him to be ruthless and savage, but it still took her by surprise considering she wasn’t use to being ravished in such a way.

“Aahhh yeah…aahhh…” Emma breathed, as he sent little shockwaves of pleasure through her quivering body.

The garage filled with their sharp moans and labored breaths. Their bodies fit perfectly together and rocked flawlessly in an unforced rhythm. With all the months that went by, fueling their hunger, neither wanted this moment to end and both held onto each other for dear life.

“Mmm…you feel so good,” Logan groaned heavily, while feathering succulent kissed along heck.eck.

Before long, Emma felt the muscles in her stomach tighten and the tiny nub of nerves Logan massaged with his pelvis start to tingle. She shuddered blissfully against him and moaned lusciously.

Feeling her orgasm about to wash over her, as well as his own, Logan plunged into her one more time. Firmly he began shifting his hips up and down, his pelvis eagerly kneading her clit; as his dick moved teasingly slow inside her. Within seconds, her sex clamped tightly around him and her hips bucked erratically.

“Aahhh Logan! Aahhh yeah!” Emma cried out, as waves of pleasure flooded her.

Logan purred huskily to the sound of his name passing her lips, before he growled his own release. His hips jerked uncontrollably and his dick pulsated inside her, as his seed spurted deep within her sex.

“Ohh God yeah! Mmm…” Logan grunted, before collapsing on top of Emma.

His body melted in a heap against hers, moaning and panting the last of his climax. As weak and breathless as they were, Logan lifted his head from her shoulder and captured her lips. His kiss was gentle and passionate, yet devoured her completely.

It seemed like forever before they parted and welcomed their first, unforced breath of air. Lazily, Logan sat up and fixed himself back inside his jeans. He reached for Emma and pulled her to him, snaking his arms around her trembling body. Exhausted, Emma slumped against him, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck.

Carefully, Logan dismounted the bike then eased Emma down, until her feet touched the floor. He held her close and swallowed hard, gazing wearily into her tired eyes. Emma saw his concern and soothingly placed her hand on the side of his face. She smiled gently, assuring him that his distress was far from needed.

Logan scanned her face, questioning her honestly, until the sincere haze he found in her eyes eased his worries. He sighed heavily, and then released her from his grasp. He grabbed his jacket from the floor and swung it around her, as she slid her arms into the sleeves.

“Come on…let’s gettcha inside and dressed,” Logan grunted, as he stepped back and turned towards the door.

“You know, just because I let you fuck me, doesn’t mean you can start ordering me around,” Emma declared firmly.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” Logan began, turning to face her, “you wanted me to fuck you and in case yeah haven’t noticed blondie…I’ll do whatever the hell I want,” Logan snarled back with a cocky grin.

“Wanna bet?” Emma replied defensively, shoving her hands on her hips and allowing the jacket to open freely.

Logan’s eyes trailed callously over her once again exposed body, taking in every inviting curve, before fixing his stare back with hers. Thoughts of sucking and nibbling on her perk nipples with his fingers massaging the knot of nerves between her legs, seeped into his head.

He hardened instantly and a low growl formed in his throat. Hastily, Logan grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. Emma gasped and tried to struggle at his sudden barbaric move, but Logan held her with ease and grinned as he trudge back into the school. Emma demanded to put down at once, as he carried her through the school and up the lobby stairs, while smiling wickedly to herself…