I push in slow, the heat of him wrapping around me, tight and warm and perfect. My grip on control slips a little with every inch. I’m usually better at this—collected, cocky, in charge. But the way he opens for me, the way he clutches at the cushions, the way his lashes flutter when I bottom out…I feelundone.
I press my forehead to his again, trying to steady myself, trying to breathe around the knot in my throat. I didn’t go on Prism looking for more. Didn’t mean for it to feel like more than what it is, a hook-up.
But it does.
Italready does.
His hands find my shoulders, fingertips digging in like he needs the anchor, and I move carefully, dragging back just enough before sliding in again. He gasps, full-body shudder. I do it again, just to hear the sound. I pause and take my shirt off, needing to feel my chest against his. I push his up to his throat and gesture for him to lift up enough to tug it off and toss it in the direction of mine.
“Still good?” I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady as he squeezes around me so fucking good.
He nods against me, cheek brushing mine. “Better than good.”
I brace one hand beside his head, the other curling around his thigh, lifting him slightly as I begin to move with more purpose. Andfuck, he takes it so well. His body, his breath, the way he clenches around me—it’s everything.
Too much.
Not enough.
All of it, wrapped up in this one impossible boy who’s never made anything easy for me.
“Logan,” he breathes. “You feel—fuck—you feel so good deep inside of me.”
I close my eyes for a beat, letting his words settle deep in my chest.Dangerous.That’s what this is. Letting him in like this. Letting myself feel anything.
But I already do.
I move faster. Not rough, not hard—but deep and deliberate. I kiss the corner of his mouth. His jaw. His shoulder. I drink in the sounds he makes, the way his body moves with mine like it was made for it.
Likewewere made for this. And I’m already running ideas through my head on how to do this again. Multiple times. If I can bury myself inside of him, I’ll keep whateversecrets he wants to keep for whatever reasons he wants to keep them. Because this right here is so fucking addicting I don’t think I ever want to stop.
He shifts beneath me, hips arching, legs wrapping around my waist like he can’t bear the space between us. And maybe I can’t either, because I don’t pull back—I lean in, kiss him, full and filthy and slow.
His mouth opens to mine, meeting the swipes of my tongue with his own. I drink in the little whimpers of sound he makes. One time. That’s all it’s going to take, and I’m so fucking gone for Todd Shaw I don’t ever want to be found.
His skin is flushed and slick beneath my palms, muscles trembling from the edge I’ve held him on. I move with slow, deep thrusts now, wanting him to feel everything—every inch, every second, every part of me I’m not supposed to be giving him like this.
But fuck, Iamgiving it to him.
Not just my body.
This part of me—the one that never shuts up when it comes to him. The one that wants more than this to be a one-time thing.
He tilts his head, eyes hazy and dark with want, and the sound he makes when I roll my hips just right practically undoes me.
“Logan,” he pants, wrecked. “Fuck just like that.”
I reach down, slide my hand around him again, and I don’t need to stroke much—he’s already so close. His body’s begging for it. He chokes out a moan and my name all at once, and that’s it.
That’s the moment.
I let go as he spills his hot cum between us..
The orgasm crashes over me, hot and deep and blinding.I bury my face against his neck as I lose myself completely, holding him tighter than I mean to, my breath stuttering out as I whisper against his skin?—
“That’s it, Baby, milk my cock. You’re such a good fucking boy. My fucking boy.”
It slips out, the praise tumbling from my lips and meaning so much more than what I’m saying.
