Logan’s fingerstightened on the cushion tucked beside his hip, knuckles white.
He hadn’t been exposed likethis since his leg injury. Hadn’t been laid out in front of a partner for themto take their time. I didn’t need him to tell me, I knew. I knew from the wayhe gasped and squirmed and blushed, eyes darting to my face to check fordisgust from time to time.
I wasn’t sure anyonehad ever actuallybeendisgusted, but Logan was afraid of it. Myplan was to show him the opposite. When I looked at him, I was in danger ofdrooling.
My thumb found the othernipple, rubbing it until it hardened as well. I hummed, smirking to myself asLogan squirmed, feeling the hot swell of his cock against my belly as I leanedinto him.
“Is this a bullet wound?” Iasked, fingers trailing down to circle it.
“Told you I’d been shot,”Logan said. “Always was the clumsy one. Pro tip: don’t get shot.”
I snorted. “I’ll keep thatin mind. Does leave a sexy scar, though.”
“You got some kinda fetish Ineed to know about?” Logan asked. It was meant to be a joke, but there was anervous tremble in his voice.
Humming, I kissed my waydown to his belly button, lapping at the sensitive skin under it. I knew my wayaround a man, and Logan was going to get the full benefit of that.
“I do,” I murmured. “Forpretty boys who’ll moan for me while I suck their cock. Know anyone who might?”
I felt the tension flow outof him as I said it, tight muscles relaxing under my touch.
“I will,” he promised,sincere as ever. I still couldn’t figure out why no one had snapped him up.
Given half a chance I wouldhave ridden him like an unbroken stallion twice a day and loved every second. Ididn’tthink my tastes werethatweird.
“You will,” I said, halfpromise, half threat. Logan wouldn’t know what hit him when I got my lipswrapped around his cock. Justimagininghow good he’d feel in mymouth was making me hard, my cock throbbing behind my zipper, pressing justhard enough to feel good.
The anticipation was one ofthe best parts, and I planned on savoring it a while longer.
I bit my lip as Logan’s fingers pushedinto my hair, deep and possessive, the tips massaging my scalp. I could haveclosed my eyes and enjoyed that for an hour or two if I wasn’t so excited abouthis cock.
“Don’t pull,” I murmured. “Idon’t like it.”
“Won’t,” Logan responded,easing his grip. It hadn’t been too hard, but I appreciated it.
Considerate. I should haveknownhe’dbe considerate. It was written all over him.
I kissed my way down to thewaistband of his bright red underwear, reaching out to toy with it.
“Wanna see yours,” Logansaid, making me pause.
I looked up, one browraised. “Yougot some kinda fetish I should know about?”
Bright scarlet stripescolored his cheeks, but I was too distracted by the hunger in his eyes to care.Right now, hewantedme. I couldn’t know how long that’dlast, how long this spell would hold, and I wanted to give him everything hecould dream of before it broke.
Logan deserved the world. He’d made me feelsafe when I was afraid, cared for when I felt abandoned, and even sexy when Iwasn’t sure I was ever going to get laid again.
I sat up, unzipping my jeansso my half-hard cock sprang out of them, constrained by the pretty powder-bluepolka dot cotton panties I’d put on this morning.
When I’d gottendressed, I hadn’t expected to get laid.
Logan didn’t seem to mind,if the look in his eyes was anything to go by.
“I didn't,” he saidbelatedly. “Not until just now, anyway.”
My hand went back to hiswaistband, fingers stroking along it. Logan hadnothingto be ashamed ofdown here, I could tell that without needing to pull his underwear down.
“I would’ve worn nicerpanties for you if I’d known,” I said.
