It had been a perfect day, there wasn't a cloud in the sky for hours... And you were going to take full advantage of it.
You had managed to kidnap Logan, for a few hours told Elias and Hesh you both were going surfing at a small exclusive beach you both had found some time ago.
Logan Walker, was your best friend...
He was the love of your life – toying between the line of friendship and love, you didn't know what it was, but every time he was near, you felt like a schoolgirl...
It had been a few hours, since you both had started surfing, when you spot it... Out on the horizon, deep, nearly black skies with flashes of lightening accenting the sky.
"Looks, like our day is coming to an end," you turn to Logan as you both were waiting for the next wave to hit.
Logan frowns at the sky, and turns back to you, "How about we catch a few more waves, and get out of here... Maybe grab some ice cream?"
You smile at Logan, "Why, Mr. Walker are you asking me on a date?" You flirted.
Logan had always been playful with you, "Why yes... I want to take you on a date, is that so hard to believe?"
You feel it in the pit of your stomach as you watch Logan leave you speechless; he's spotted the perfect wave.
"Okay, now we really gotta go," you look up into the sky, feeling the first raindrop as darkness clouds overhead.
"Let's get out of here."
You make it to land, when the rain hits you – it's bitter cold and harsh against your skin...
"Your truck is too far out," you yell to Logan, spotting out in the distance the old, abandoned Ice Cream shop that went out of business some years ago, "Let's grab our stuff and take cover there."
"Good idea."
The door is locked, it's no surprise – but now you were getting worried as the lightening became more frequent.
Logan pushes against the door, knocking against it with his shoulder, hoping the door gives way.
It takes a few more tries, but he finally feels the slack he needs to open the door, "Let's get inside."
The darkness is a welcomed relief – the shack is small, but it will do for now till the storm passes.
"I'm cold," you're down right shivering as you and Logan sit beside one another, listening to the storm.
"Here," Logan shuffles through his bag, handing you his towel, "Take my towel."
"What about you, I can feel you shivering."
"I'm alright... It's you I'm more worried about."
You feel the heat flush your face, taking his towel and drying off what you can.
"We should um," Logan clears his throat, "Get out of these wet clothes and into some dry clothes, don't want us getting sick."
You stop... Hearing the small tease in his voice, you didn't need to see him to know he was smirking.
"Logan Walker, you just want to see me naked," you push at his shoulder.
You feel him lean closer to you, his breath is warm, body heat radiating off of him.
"Is that such a bad thing?"
You turn to your best friend, the flashlight from his phone gives little to his face, but you can see the outline of his features, the small hints that only you notice, his eyes blown wide with the darkness.
"Is... Do you want this, sweetheart?" He whispers, leaning closer to you, "Can I make you mine?"
You were never one to be bold, you were shy by nature, but in this singular moment, when it's just you and Logan... You feel confident and beautiful... You feel powerful.
You ghost your lips over his, needing him to ground you, "Yes."
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The storm shows no signs of slowing down and even though it's been a few hours, neither you nor Logan were in a rush.
There is a beautiful aroma of sun, rain, salt, sand, and sex in the air – it's humid, creating a friction of sweat as it caresses the curves, and lines of your body.
You both had been at it for hours, feeling the unforgiving tension between you two finally snap...
It's disgusting, but you need more... You want more... You can feel his cum leaking out of your raw hole as it pools beneath you.
He's marked you; you can feel the risen bite marks that lay over your chest, your neck, and hips – he had told you; you were his and his alone...
His weight is a welcomed sensation, he's kissing every part of skin he can reach, while his fingers work their magic, his need to make you cum again outweighs the exhaustion settling deep into your bones.
Logan sits back on his knees, his hand refusing to stop his assault as he knows you're growing closer to that release you so desperately need.
"Logan," you feel the tension resting in the bottom of your belly, it's a shiver tickling the base of your spine, it's your heart threatening to burst from your chest.
You don't know how many times you have cum, you lost count... But he begged for more, told you, you taste so sweet, and he needed more.
"That's it, sweetness," his voice is husky, you can hear the strain in his voice as he tries to focus on your needs before his own.
"Need you baby," you reach out for him, "Fuck, I need you..."
"Where do you want me?"
There was something stuck in the base of your throat – a dark desire you wanted him to fulfill, but it wasn't the time and place... But...
"I can hear the wheels in your head turning, tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."
You weren't sure when this moment might happen again, and you want to take full advantage of it.
You sit up, turning around, till you are on all fours – giving your ass a small wiggle.
You can hear Logan's breath catch in his throat – his hands have a mind of their own as he caresses, squeezes, and smacks the curve of your ass.
"Oh... Baby, you want me to fuck this pretty ass?"
Giving your back a slight arch, you rest your head on your arms, feeling the tightness in your gut turn to mush, as Logan's fingers begin their assault... He's gathering your juices on his fingers.
"You're giving me everything, aren't you?"
"I want to give you everything," you hear the whine in your throat, "I trust you, take everything... Just please baby, I need you."
You feel his body cage you; his warmth reminds you of the sun – it's intoxicating.
His breath fans over your ear, nipping at it, as he grasps your hips, rutting against your ass, "We've got all day baby, but first I gotta prep you..."
