But Logan knew he was enjoying it.
Logan watched as the blonde man stood up and removed his cock from his pants. He was thick, heavier than any of the others’. Heavier then Logan’s, which was something he noted, and he felt a strange pang of something he couldn’t quite name, when he saw it. It wasn’t jealousy. Not exactly. It was more like awe, a strange reverence for the man’s dominance, the way he commanded the room without saying a word.
The blonde’s hand slipped between Tommy’s cheeks, fingers slick with lube, and Logan watched, transfixed, as he worked Tommy open, his movements slow and deliberate, every inch of him exuding control.
Tommy’s breath hitched, his body tensing slightly, but he didn’t speak, didn’t protest. His trust in Logan, in this moment, was absolute.
The blonde’s fingers disappeared in Tommy entrance, teasing, stretching, and Logan’s hand tightened on Tommy’s neck, his thumb pressing into the warm skin there, grounding him, reminding him that he was there, that he wasn’t alone.
Tommy exhaled, a soft, shuddering breath, his body relaxing into the touch, his ass pressing back into the man’s hand.
The blonde withdrew his fingers, and Logan’s eyes were drawn to the way he positioned himself, the way he gripped the base of his cock, guiding it to Tommy’s entrance.
Realization sunk in, Logan’s mouth dry, and voice cracked, “Condom.”
The blonde obliged. He slid the condom on with one hand then returned to Tommy. There was no hurry, no rush, just the slow, steady press of his hips as he sheathed himself inside Tommy, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
The blonde began to move, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate thrusts, each one drawing a soft gasp from Tommy’s lips.
Logan was utterly turned on. His own cock rock hard.
There was no hurry, no rush, just the steady rhythm of his body moving against Tommy’s, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.
Logan tilted Tommy’s head so there eyes met. Logan could see that Tommy was trying to adjust to the blondes size, “You’re doing so good baby, I’m so proud of you.”
Tommy smiled, and Logan started rocking with him, absorbing the impact of the thrusts.
Moans poured out of Tommy’s mouth. Logan watched as the blonde Adonis looked pleased with his work. Logan could feel Tommy squeeze, his whole body getting tight.
“Ohhh…. baby…. ahhhh!” Tommy screamed throwing himself up out of the bed, back pressed to the blondes chest.
“I’m guna cum.” He cried. Eyes full of fear and pleasure as he locked onto Logan. Tommy looked like he was riding the edge of an orgasm and Logan watched as the Blonde knew just what to do. It was like he knew all the spots to press and the way to hold him.
Tommy yelled a moan as ropes of cum shot across the bed and Logan.
He’s never cum hands free for me before. Logan thought, but the jealous and fear was quickly pushed away by the pleasure painted over Tommy’s face as he basked in the afterglow of orgasm.
“That was hot.” The blonde man says with a big smile.
Tommy’s eyes going wide as he slowly turns his head towards the man.
The blonde mans deep voice cracked, “Tommy?”
Chapter Three
Tommy
By the time the fourth guy left, Tommy felt warm all over.
Not in a bad way.
Just… used. In the best way.
His skin buzzed lightly from too many hands, too much attention layered too close together. He stayed kneeling on the bed after the door clicked shut, palms pressed into the sheets while he caught his breath.
The room smelled different now.
Warmer. Heavier. Like the air itself had been handled as much as he had.
