The same man I fell helplessly in love with.
His chest rises and falls with his heavy pants while I take him in, watching me with a hunger of his own as he props himself on his elbows.
“As much as I love watching your cock leak just from staring at me, I’d much rather feel it buried deep inside me.”
I wet my lips, only for a teasing grin to form. “Would you, now?”
He nods while slowly sitting up, reaching out, and sliding a palm around the back of my thigh. His other hand mirrors the movement when I willingly step between his parted legs, and a wicked glint shines in his eyes when he looks up at me.
“Unless you wanna start with that blowjob I still owe you.”
“Pretty sure it was two,” I rasp while wrapping my fist around the base of my cock. I tap the crown against his lips, allowing the pre-cum to smear over the lower one before murmuring, “Now, open up.”
The screams in my subconscious are silenced the moment Logan’s lips part and I slide myself inside. Gone is the pain from not being enough, the agony of not being loved back. The anguish I’ve been forced to live with for the past year and half,wishing things could be different.
Except they aren’t gone at all. They’re still there, tucked away in the back of my mind, waiting in the shadows while I’m consumed by the warm, wet heat of Logan’s mouth and the delicious suction he makes with his cheeks.
Eyes falling closed, my fingers sink into the hair on top of his head, gently using the leverage to thrust nice and slow into his mouth. I keep that pace for a few seconds, doing my best to draw out the pleasure each pump of my hips has coiling inside me, but Logan pops off and starts licking the underside of my cock from base to tip.
“Don’t be shy. Go as rough as you want.” He licks me again, like a goddamn lollipop, before adding, “You know I can take it.”
“Don’t tempt me, Little Reed.”
He shoots me a heated look before he takes me between his lips again, giving a firm suck to my head. I grit my teeth, drawing in a sharp breath at the sensation, only to gasp when the velvety warmth of his mouth envelops my dick again.
Before I can talk myself out of it, my fingers tighten in his hair, and my hips jerk forward, the movement forcing my length deeper into his mouth. Deep enough to tap the back of his throat with my tip, and he gags at the unexpected contact.
But,fuck,the feel of him constricting around my shaft is otherworldly.
“Christ,” I rasp, pulling from his mouth only to smear the saliva over his lips before pushing back inside. “I’ve missed this mouth so much, Lo.”
The heat in his gaze turns from a simmer to a boil, and it’s enough to have my pace quickening more, my hips pistoning forward into his waiting mouth. The hands on my thighs tighten, the tips of his fingers digging into my skin with every thrust I make, like he’s doing his best to just hang on for the ride.
From the tears welling in his eyes, I’d say he’s barelymanaging.
But I can’t stand the sight of them glistening there. All they do is rattle the cage I’ve locked my despair and grief in, reminding me of what I’m trying so goddamn hard to forget. And it’s a feat that becomes impossible when a tear falls from his lashes, landing on his cheek with a sonic boom that leaves a crater in my chest.
I pull from his mouth and take a step back, leaving him gasping for air as he stares up at me. And even though there’s nothing but want and desire in his eyes, they may as well be mirrors, reflecting all my pain back at me.
God fucking damnit.
“Turn around. On all fours,” I command.
I turn away to grab my wallet, gathering up as much of the escaped emotion as I can before returning to him with a packet of lube. Thankfully, I find Logan waiting on his hands and knees, perfect ass completely on display for me, per my instructions, and it allows me a moment to tighten the deadbolt on my feelings.
My fingers glide down his spine, only for him to bristle under my touch and goosebumps to break out across his skin.
“God, I’ve missed this view too. This tight little ass.”
“And I’ve mis—”
A sharp gasp leaves him when I lean forward and sink my teeth into one of the globes, feeling his flesh give way. It’s a delicious sound, one that goes straight to my cock, and when I pull back to see the marks my bite left behind, it eases the ache in my chest again.
I give his other cheek a gentle pat, urging him farther up the mattress before crawling up after him. My teeth tear into the packet of lube as I kneel between his parted legs, and I make quick work of spreading the cool liquid over my shaft.
For him, though?
I take my time, smearing his rim with my fingers, relishing every little pant and sigh he makes when I press just hard enough for the tip of my finger to enter him. But every time I do, he shifts his hips back so he can take more, only for me to pull back just to hear the agonizing little moan that leaves him. It’s a cycle of pleasure and torment, catch and release.
