His warm breath ghosts over my now leaking dick, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Fuck, is he going to tease an orgasm out of me? It might just work.
“Missed this,” I manage, though it comes out rougher than I mean.
He smiles against my hipbone, where he’s currently attempting to drive me insane with his lips and tongue. “You think I didn’t?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to answer before he’s dragging his tongue up the vein on the underside of my dick and drawing a moan from me instead. Then he uses it to explore the ridges of my crown before dipping into my slit as if he’s seeking out the pre-cum that’s been leaking out of me like a fucking leaky faucet.
I curl my fingers into the sheet beneath me and force my hips to stay on the bed. Until he sucks my swollen head between his lips, then I jerk up toward him, earning me his free hand planted flat on my abdomen as he holds me down and continues to push me toward the edge.
“Be a good boy,” he says as he releases me, his brown eyes lifting to mine. “And I might just let you fuck my ass.”
He swirls his tongue over my head until I moan.
“You want that don’t you, Captain? To be deep inside of me? Making sure I leak when I skate later?”
“Fuck yes,” I manage.
He gives me another rewarding suck, grazing my head with his teeth as he releases me this time. It sends a thrill straight through me. Then he’s moving, reaching for his bedside table and pulling out a bottle of lube.
I hiss when he drizzles some down my dick and then strokes it on, then he straddles me, my head resting between his ass cheeks like it belongs there.
“Wait, you’re not prepped.” I reach for the bottle, and he tosses it to the side.
“Going slow is part of teasing you,” he says, then he lifts slightly, lining me up.
I can feel the tight ring of muscle as he presses down. I watch his face for any sign of discomfort, but his eyes drop shut and his head falls back as he takes more of me, a soft moan falling from his parted lips. He’s beautiful like this.
It’s slow as fuck, but shit, he’s right. It’s a tease when I just want to thrust up into him. His tight ass squeezes me, and I clench my own ass cheeks to keep myself from going too fast. It’s at least five minutes before I bottom out, and he settles his full weight onto me, shifting slightly forward and then back in micro movements that go straight to my balls.
“I love this. I wasn’t sure I would, but after that first time, fuck yeah, I was missing out.” The words come out strained, and then he lifts up slightly, his thighs bunching as he starts to ride my dick.
Each movement drags another sound out of me—half groan, half plea.
He sets the rhythm, slow and deliberate, testing how far we can go before it tips over into something neither of us can hold back from.
The air between us thickens. Every breath is a shared one. Every small sound he makes lands somewhere deep inside me. His hands find mine and press them flat against his chest, right over his heart. The beat under my palms is wild and erratic, matching mine.
When we finally break, it isn’t loud. It’s quiet and shaking and so full of love I can barely breathe. The world narrows to heat, skin, heartbeat, and the feel of him collapsing against me.
He stays there, breathing against my neck. I trace lazy circles on his back, too wrung out to move and too content to care.
Neither of us speaks. We don’t need to. The silence says everything: we’re here, we found our way back, and for now, that’s enough.
The room feels a little different afterward. And I could definitely drift off to sleep if I didn’t have other responsibilities.
Logan’s still laying on top of me, his breath warm against my shoulder. I can feel his smile when he murmurs, “You okay?”
I huff out a laugh. “Define okay.”
He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me. “I mean… can you move?”
“Not anytime soon,” I admit.
“Good,” he says, grin widening. “Because I wasn’t planning on letting you.”
I tilt my head toward the window. The light leakingaround the curtains is bright enough to tell me the day’s half gone already. “You realize we’ve definitely missed morning classes, right?”
He stretches and shifts a little off of me, still looking smug. “You make that sound like a bad thing.”
