Humming, I sealed my lipsaround the head and let my eyes fall closed, lapping at his slit as precomeleaked steadily, the salt-tang of it rolling down my throat when I swallowed.
Logan’s ragged gaspswere the best sound I’d ever heard. He was enjoying this. Enjoyingme.
I could have kept himforever and done this every day if he was always going to be this sweet.
One hand on his hip and theother pushed deep into the crease of his thigh, I took three deep, calmingbreaths before sliding forward, swallowing around his length to draw it into mythroat. The head nudging the back sent another shock of arousal spiraling down,a pang deep in my gut.
Logan whimpered again, andthat was the hottest thing in the world right now. Reducing him to desperatelittle noises felt incredible.
The strongest man I’d ever met, andhe was at the mercy of my lips and tongue.
His cock felt so damnedgoodin my mouth, velvet-soft skin gliding over my tongue, precome dripping steadilydown my throat.
Logan’s fingers cardedthrough my hair as I sucked and stroked, my hand moving to play with his balls,his fingers tightening just a little before he remembered himself. I could feelhis thighs trembling either side of me, tight and tense, desperate to thrust upinto my mouth, but hedidn’t. He didn’t even rock hiships.
My hair fell in my face as Itook him deeper, swallowing and timing my breaths. My jaw ached and my mouthhad never felt so full, but I wasn’t about to stop. Not yet.
The way my cock throbbedbetween my legs was becoming unbearable, every sound Logan made sending anotherpang of arousal south. My panties were soaked through with precome, too tightto be comfortable.
I desperately wanted somefriction against my own cock, but not if it meant I had to stop sucking Logan’s.
His fingers stroked behindmy ears as I sucked and licked, both hands deep in my hair now, massaging myscalp as though he wanted to give back a fraction of the pleasure I was givinghim.
Little did he know I’d be jerking offover the thought of this for months, the taste of him etched into my brain.Stored away where I kept all my favorite fantasies of gentle, kind boys whotreated me like I was worth something to them.
I moved one hand away fromhis hip, skimming it down my stomach to stroke myself through my panties.Moaning around his cock made his hips jerk, but not so much I couldn’t handle it.
Logan was being so carefulwith me. In exchange, I wanted to make him come sobbing.
“Ash, please,” he begged,voice wrecked as though he was the one with a cock in his throat.
I screwed my eyes shut andsqueezed my cock, pulling him deeper into my throat, groaning at the way hestretched it. I was going to feel this later, but I didn’t care. Not if Loganwas going to come for me.
It was just as well my mouthwas occupied, or I would have been saying all kinds of stupid things rightabout now.
I shoved my panties out ofthe way, finally wrapping my fingers around my own cock and squeezing hard.Precome poured out of me in a fountain, a hot wave of arousal making me shiver.
Fuck.Fuck.
Logan was ruining me for allother men and he didn’t even know it.
His fingers dug deeper intomy scalp, still not tugging on my hair. Desperation rolled off him in waves,his cock throbbing against my tongue as I sucked on him, head bobbing up anddown in a demanding rhythm. I couldn’t keep this up much longer, but I wouldn’thave to.
Logan was going to come inmy mouth, and I was going to come all over my hand when he did. This was sohot.
“Ash,” Logan moaned again,breath coming in sharp pants. “Gonna—”
He didn’t need to tellme. The way his thighs were tense to the point of shaking and he was barleyholding back from thrusting up into my mouth told me he was seconds fromcoming, but I appreciated the warning all the same.
I pulled back,wanting to feel him come all over my tongue, wrapping my free hand around hiscock to finish him off even as I stroked myself. The scent of his arousalfilled my senses, every moan and whimper pushing us both closer to the edge.
This was themost fun I’d had blowing a guy in alongtime.
One light scrapeof my teeth was enough to tear a moan from the back of Logan’sthroat, his hips finally jerking up as he started to come, a hot rush burstinginto my mouth.
I sealed my lipstight and swallowed around him, whimpering as I felt my own orgasm boltingtoward the edge. Logan was still coming, another generous spurt hitting theback of my throat as I sucked and swallowed and stroked, drawing it out. He’dremember this foryearsif I got itright, and I wanted that. Wanted to leave some mark on him, some sign that I’dbeen there, even if no one else could see it.
I’dknow, and he’d know, and that’d always been enough before.
