His mouth brushes against my inner thigh, hot breath making me shiver. “Then you’ll lie there and take it. My pace. My way.”
I nod again, desperate, and honestly ready to agree to anything he commands. “Okay.”
He presses a kiss just above my knee. And then another.
And then he slides a second slick finger inside—slow and deep—pressing against that spot that makes stars flicker behind my eyes. My hips twitch, cock already aching again, bobbing helplessly in front of him.
“Look at how hard you are for me again,” Logan murmurs, voice reverent like I’ve given him some kind of gift. “Such a good fucking boy.”
I whimper. It’s embarrassing how fast my body reacts to him. How easily I give over every piece of control.
But then he leans in, tongue following the path of his fingers. And everything inside me goes still—except for my pulse, which thunders in my ears.
I should be tense. Nervous. I’ve never let anyone do this before.
But his hands are firm, his mouth gentle. Like he’s proving I can let go here. With him.
The first brush of his tongue sends a jolt through me so sharp I gasp. He doesn’t rush. Doesn’t tease. Just explores me with slow, unhurried strokes of his tongue over my hole—fingers still buried deep, coaxing me open as he breathes against my skin like he’s memorizing the way I fall apart for him.
My fingers curl into the cushions. I’ve never felt anything like this. Never trusted anyone to even try.
“Logan…” I choke out his name, half question, half plea.
He spreads me wider, burying his face into my crack and sucking. I loop my left leg over the back of the couch giving him better access, needing him to keep going. I think I’m going to come again with his tongue in my ass, keeping pace with his fingers, and not touching my cock at all. Fuck, it’s so fucking good I can’t think straight.
He just hums against me, low and steady. His hands never stop moving. His mouth never stops working. It’s more than physical—it's like he's carving out a place inside me that belongs to him.
By the time he rises to his knees, drips lube on his dick and lines himself up, I’m wrecked. Ready. My whole body is humming for him.
He pauses, eyes searching mine. “You okay?”
I nod, too choked up to speak.
But that’s not good enough for him.
“Use your words, Todd.”
I swallow hard. “Yeah,” I whisper. “I want you. Please.”
His expression shifts—something softer threading through the heat in his gaze. He presses his forehead to mine for a beat, like he needs the connection just as much as I do.
And when he finally pushes in—slow and deep—I don’t feel fear. Just the stretch of something I’ve been aching for. Something that feels dangerously close to more.
TEN
LOGAN
His breath fansover my lips when he says it.
Please.
Just that—soft, wrecked, real.
It shouldn’t matter as much as it does. Shouldn’t hit me low and sharp like that. But it does.
Because it’shim.
And I’ve wanted this—him—for way too long.
