“I got you.” His breathtickled the back of my neck, the promise raising goosebumps on sensitive skin.He had me.
He had no idea howcompletely he had me, howhisI was.
Warm fingers worked theirway under me, Logan touching my cock with confidence now. Was this how hetouched himself? It must have been, he’d never had anyone else to play with before.
It was so hot to be hisfirst. To be the first person dripping precome down his knuckles, to thrustinto his fist and gasp and sigh and get off on his touch.
A deeper, harder thrust mademe bite my lip, my cock twitching hard. I was getting close as Logan’s hips sped up,not quite chasing his orgasm yet, but warming up to sprint for it.
My eyes fell closed, thebuilding rhythm slow enough to lull me, belly starting to ache with the urge tocome.
“Harder,” I gasped. The lastthing I wanted was to give up Logan’s gentleness, but I needed more.
Another gasp on the nextthrust, harder just like I’d asked, deep and just a little rough.
More.
“Harder,” I repeated, agrowl creeping into my voice. I wanted to chant it until Logan was fucking mewith all the force he could manage, the bed groaning and straining under us.
Logan grunted, granting mywish with a sharp jerk, and another, and another until the bed rocked like thesea in a hurricane, cheap springs squeaking in time with my heartbeat.
Gasping and sobbing andholding onto the mattress was all I could do, my thighs tense, balls tight,legs spreading wider so Logan could go harder still, hips rising so he could godeeper.
Leave a bruise, I thought.Leavea bruise so I can remember you.
Strong fingers dug deep intomy hip as though Logan had heard me, holding me tight as he let loose, skinslapping against skin. Harder, faster, harder, faster until something brokeinside me and pushed me hurtling toward the edge.
A cry that started in thepit of my stomach tore out of my throat as I came, jerking into Logan’s hand as myvision whited out. I clenched around him, so tight he hissed into my ear, andthenhewascoming too, and ohfuckI couldfeelit.
Another wave hit me, stickycome spilling over Logan’s hand as we both rocked together, easing our waythrough pulse after pulse of pleasure.
My lungs burned for air as Iflopped back down to the mattress, spent. Blood rushed in my ears, drowning outthe rain and wind outside.
For a long few moments, Ilay in perfect bliss, satisfaction seeping into my bones, wrung out in the bestpossible way.
The lights flickered back onas I got my breathing under control.
Beside me, stretched outlike a cat sunning himself, Logan chuckled.
I remembered the thought I’d had about hisjoy being enough to light up the city. He looked happy again now, satisfied asI was.Content, the rarest andmost perfect kind of happiness.
Fleeting, this time, butnice to bask in while it lasted.
“I’ve never felt anyone comein me like that,” I said, the thought too loud in my head to do anything butvoice it. “Without, y’know…”
“Oh.” Logan blinked at me, afrown line appearing between his brows. “Was it, umm… weird?”
“Little bit,” I admitted. “Butnice, too. I’m… I’m glad it was you.”
I love you, please don’t be weird aboutit, I just want you to know, I don’t need to hear it back.
I couldn’t say it. Couldn’trisk the chance that Loganwouldbe weird about it, that I’d be throwingaway the only support I had, the last buoy I had to cling to before my life wasopen water and I had to remember what it felt like to be supported so I wouldn’tdrown.
“Yeah?” Logan asked, andthere was that joy again, half-hidden behind disbelief.
He was going to make someoneso happy one day.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling backat him. “I…”
