The Road to....Somewhere???

What Was Happening To Me

Ashley's p.o.v.

That whole confrontation was just fucked up. 

How could this woman think all these things, when they weren't true? How could she have it in her head that Logan was gonna get back with her, unless Logan had led her to believe that was the case? People were not that kind of crazy in real life. That was only in books or the movies. So what had Logan done to have this situation escalate to this level? But how could I not believe that she had done nothing wrong, when she says she didn't? Was Lindsey really just that crazy? If so, what in the hell were we gonna do about this whole thing.

Since the beginning of this relationship, I had never been mad at Logan like I am right now. We parted ways, getting in our respective vehicles, and heading home. Neither of us was hungry, so we weren't gonna stop anywhere. I just needed to get home. I needed to be mad at Logan in the comforts of our home, and maybe we could get something resolved. Right now, all I really wanted to do was go to sleep, and forget about everything. I didn't want to have to confront this situation, but I knew the longer we put it off, the worse it would be. I just wanted it to be done. 

On top of all of these feelings I was having, another was ever present. I was horny as hell. Logan and I hadn't been intimate for awhile now. Life had been seeming to get in the way. Then, this situation arose, and Logan had tried to get something started, but I was hurt, and couldn't bring myself to make love to her. 

Now, getting out of the truck, and seeing Logan walk across the garage towards me, my hormones were thinking of taking over. I knew we needed to talk, and I was pissed off, but all I wanted at that very moment was to fuck the hell out of her. I must have had an odd look on my face, cause her smile faltered as she neared me.

"Hey baby. Is everything ok?" She asked.

I didn't answer her. I simply closed the gap between us, and roughly pressed my lips to hers. My hands began roaming her body, letting her know my intentions. This was highly different than anything we had done before. It had always been sweet and loving. This was anything but. 

Pushing her towards the door to the house, she complied, walking backwards, but never breaking away. She was moaning into my mouth, and I could tell she really liked this form of intimacy. It became a bit distracting, because I began to wonder if she liked it better, or if she liked it this much, why hadn't she already told me that she did. I wanted to make her happy, but I couldn't do so if she didn't tell me the things that made her that way. Now, my anger rose a bit, and I became a bit rougher. Walking into the house, I had her shirt unbuttoned, and it fell to the kitchen floor. We both kicked our shoes off, and continued to walk further in the kitchen. 

I never let our lips part. Backing her into the bar, I had managed to remove her bra, and was in the process of getting her pants undone. She forced her lips away from mine at this point. I didn't want to talk. I was scared I would lose my resolve if she began to speak, but she was determined.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what has gotten into you? You are never like this with me." She was practically panting, trying to catch her breath.

"I want you." This is all I said before my lips found hers again. When I had her pants and underwear off, I lifted her onto the bar. Her face displayed her shock at this move, but she never spoke. I could tell this was turning her on, unbelievably so. My lips began to find other parts of her than her lips. I kissed her jawline, down to her neck, where I proceeded to leave my mark. I was not normally one to do this, but it happened nonetheless. Logan didn't seem to notice. Her head was thrown back. and she looked to be lost in the moment. My tongue took turns with her nipples, roughly biting and pulling at them. 

Without warning, I entered her. Two fingers easily slid inside, her walls squeezing them. She gasped and her hands went to my head. She began grinding against my hand, and moaning my name. I could feel her hands, possibly subconsciously, pushing my head, trying to guide me to her pussy. I had no problems with this. My tongue went straight for her clit. I alternated between licking and biting it, while my fingers continued to slam in and out of her. 

It wouldn't be long now. Her body was sending me the signals that she was close. Her breathing got shallower, she was getting even wetter, and her pussy became so very hot. Before I knew it, she threw her head back, screamed my name, pulled my hair, and came harder than I had ever seen before. It went on for so long, I wasn't sure she would ever stop. 

As she came down though, she pulled on my head, trying to bring my face to hers. I stood, and kissed her. While doing so, I felt wetness against my face. As I pulled back, I now saw the tears coming from those beautiful violet eyes. I couldn't hold it back anymore, and I began to cry. 

I wrapped my arms around Logan, and stood in the kitchen crying.

What was happening to me?