I wanted to offer to let himgo through them and pick out some favorites, but I knew better. This was aonce-off. He’dcome to his senses once we were done.
I trusted him not to treatme badly afterward, but I knew a repeat performance was unlikely.
That was fine. Once wasplenty. It was as much as I got with most men, men who couldn’t hold a candleto Logan’s sweetness and warmth and kindness.
“I like ‘em,” he said. “Notthat I’m opposed to the lace, either.”
“Next time,” I promised, andeven that felt like too much.
Logan didn’t rush to tellme there wouldn’t be a next time. He didn’t even flinch.
I could have fallen in lovewith him for less.
Bending down again, I kissedmy way along the groove of Logan’s hip, grinning as his stomach tensed when I founda sensitive spot. I couldn’twaitto have his cock in my mouth, drool alreadycollecting under my tongue at the thought. Heavy arousal twisted deep in thepit of my stomach, blood rushing to my cock faster now that it wasn’t trapped in myjeans.
Walking my fingers back tothe elastic, I pulled Logan’s boxer-briefs down slowly, inch by inch, exposingthe dark head of his cock first, then the rest of the shaft.
These were coming the restof the way off. I’d planned on working around them, but I needed all the access Icould get to his thick cock and tight, perfect balls.
Logan’s eyes neverleft me as I tugged his underwear down his legs, gaze burning into my skin. Iwasn’t sure I’d ever get enough of that.
His cock strained toward hisbelly with a gentle curve, steel-hard and starting to leak precome from thetip.
I licked my lipsunconsciously, arousal flaring in my stomach.Damn.
“That…” I began, swallowingto wet my throat. “That’s a nice cock. I’ve seen hundreds, trust me on this.”
Logan lowered his eyelashes,his hand settling on his belly, just short of touching himself. Under othercircumstances, I would have loved to watch that.
But not in exchange fortasting him.
I moved between his legsagain, bending to kiss my way from his knee and down along the inside of histhigh. The injured one. I didn’t want him to think I was wary of it, that I wouldn’tput my lips there.
Even with the astringentointment clinging to his skin, he deserved to feel wanted.
The look on Logan’s face wasreward enoughwithoutcoming to his gorgeous cock at the end of myjourney.
His fingers threaded into myhair again, touch gentle this time. He didn’t tug or pull or try tomove me. He was justtouching.
I could’ve gotten usedto this.
“Someone looks excited,” Isaid, pausing just short of Logan’s cock so my breath ghosted over it. Igrinned as the bead of precome at the tip welled up and burst, rolling down theshaft.
I licked it up before itdisappeared into his dark curls, running the flat of my tongue all the way upthe shaft, lapping at the head.
The whimper Logan made wentstraight to my cock, one hard throb that left me wanting to reach between myown legs.
Not yet. I wanted to seeLogan come first.
“Comfy?” I asked, runningthe flat of my palm down the outside of his uninjured leg, stroking the firm,smooth skin there.
Logan nodded, lips parted,eyes glazed. His chest heaved with every breath, as though there wasn’t enough oxygenin the room.
I still had it. Even forboys who genuinely thought they were straight, like Logan did.
He was about to make somelife-altering discoveries, and I was glad I got to witness it.
I pressed my tongue to thehead of his cock, looking up at him while I paused. I knew what a good lookthat was for me, and the way Logan licked his lips sent a thrill ofsatisfaction to the pit of my stomach.
