What "Logan Curse"?

Ravenous

***NSFW Content Ahead!***

"I'm pretty sure we're pissing off the driver..." I whisper in Charlie's ear.

I'm straddling him in the back of the cab, my hands gripping his shoulders as he nibbles and sucks at the flesh of my neck.

He glances over my shoulder to the driver, watching him carefully while he slips one hand between my thighs to find the warmth between them. His other hand grips my hip tighter when he rubs the fabric of my panties with his fingers.

"Don't you worry about him..." Charlie's breathy whisper hits my ear, his eyes coming back to meet mine.

I give him a smug smile as I devour his mouth, my hands now around his face. His fingers between my legs pull aside the fabric of my panties, feeling the wetness that's already accumulated.

"Goddamn, you're so wet already..." he says through gritted teeth as he kisses me back hungrily.

My lips curl up in a smile against his as I roll my hips with his fingers, making him groan. His deep, woodsy cologne has cast a spell on me and I'm invigorated by his scent, which is now smeared all over me.

The cab makes a sudden turn, jerking us aside in the backseat. Charlie's arm swiftly moves in reaction, up to my back to grip me tighter with his free hand, keeping me in my place on him. I'm now pressing my breasts into his face - by accident honestly - but he doesn't seem to mind in the slightest.

We both chuckle as this happens, his eyes lighting up eagerly. He keeps me there, guiding me to lay my head over his shoulder and I squirm as his fingers start to dance inside of me. My mouth gapes open in delight and I stifle a moan.

He spreads his legs slightly with a frustrated grunt, as his erection is starting to make it difficult to sit in his current position.

I move my hands downward, running them over the fabric of his slacks where I can feel him bulging, and gently start rubbing. His lips twist as he focuses as best he can on his fingers, twirling and pumping until the cab comes to a hard stop.

Charlie looks up, seeing the stop and realizing where we are. He lifts me by my hips effortlessly, up and beside him to get out of the cab. He throws a couple large bills at the driver, who looks none-too-pleased with our antics, and we get out.

As I step out, I quickly adjust my dress, unsteadily making my way to the sidewalk. Charlie's adjusting as well, kicking his leg off to the side as he pulls on himself through his slacks, raking a hand through his hair.

The cab driver rolls down his window and yells, "Fuckin' FREAKS!" as he takes off. We look at each other, bursting into laughter.

I turn, seeing the front entrance of the Marquis and straighten up. Charlie clears his throat and fastens his suit jacket, pulling it down a little.

"Shall we...?" he says casually, a cheeky grin on his face.

I hide my blush and chuckle as his hand goes to the small of my back to guide me ahead. We both had the same demeanor as we walked through the lobby, trying not to make it too obvious how hot and heavy things had been only moments ago.

The front desk is empty as we both give a side glance that way, which gives Charlie the idea to give a hearty squeeze to my ass. We press the button for the elevator and we stand casually holding each other.

I face him, my arms under his, wrapping around to his back as I make eye contact with those delicious, dark orbs. He's looking right through me, reading my every desire and I feel like I can't look away. As he holds me, I feel him brush a strand of hair away from my face before he plants the sweetest kiss on my lips.