I can’t speak. Can’tthink. But I nod, because he did. He really fucking did.
And part of me knows…we’re nowhere near done.
The room is still spinning when Logan stands, wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and reaches for his glass of water.
I sit up too fast, my body still loose and overstimulated, but the need to touch him overrides everything else. “Let me,” I say, voice hoarse, unsteady. “I want to?—”
His gaze flicks to mine, sharp and unreadable.
Then he steps closer, the outline of his cock thick in his pants. I lick my lips, my eyes flicking up to his then back down.
I reach for his waistband, fingers brushing the trail ofskin just above it, but he catches my wrist—firm, but not rough.
“Not yet,” he says, low and certain.
My heart stutters. “Why not?”
He nudges me back gently, guiding me until I’m lying down again, sweat cooling on my skin, nerves crackling beneath it.
“Because I’m not done with you.”
His hand skims down my chest, over my stomach, and then lower.
I gasp when he cups me again, thumb brushing lazily over the mess of precum he already made in my lap. Then his touch trails lower still, fingers tracing between my thighs until he’s sliding them behind my balls.
My breath hitches.
He strokes lightly over my taint, fingertips so close, and my legs fall open without a single command. I want his touch where he’s headed. Hell, I want more than just his fingers.
Then he touches me.
Right there.
Right against my rim.
Not pushing in—justpressing—testing.
“Did you prep the way I asked you to?” he asks, voice calm but edged with something darker.
I nod instantly, heat flooding my face. “Y-Yeah. I did.”
He smiles—slow and satisfied—like he already knew the answer.
“Good boy.”
The words go off like a detonator inside me. Fuck, I love the way they sound coming from his mouth.
His finger slides in just a little, and I whimper, already panting again.
“Still stretched?”
“A little,” I breathe. “But not—fuck—not enough.”
He shifts slightly and reaches for the bottle of lube on the side table. Then he drips some onto his fingers. He groans quietly, rubbing a circle around the tight muscle before applying just the smallest amount of pressure. Slipping past the ring with the help of the lube.
“You want more?”
I nod, dizzy from how fast I’m getting hard again. “Yes.”
