Oz licked a long, maddening swirl that — Jesus, Logan did not just fuckingwhimper.
"Do what?" Oz teased innocently.
"Oz," was all Logan could bring himself to say. "Please."
He shuddered as the rough pad of Oz's thumb brushed once again across his now extra-sensitive hole. Squeezing his eyes tight, Logan held still as Ozpushed— not deep enough for the digit to go in, but just hard enough that Logan wanted it to.
"Youwantme to fuck you," Oz said in a wondering voice.
"No," Logan lied. "Yes. I… Please, Oz. I need — "
"You need me to take you. To fuck you on my fingers, my tongue. Would you take my cock too, if I asked?'
God, right now? Like this? Logan was riled up enough to try. He shifted, pressing back, asking in the only way he could just then. "Please.Please."
Chapter 15
Pushing
"No."
"What?" Logan's lust-fogged mind reeled as the pressure of Oz's thumb dropped away. "What do you mean: 'No'?"
"Your rule —"
"Fuck my rule!" Logan snarled, his hands fisting on the wall in frustration. "Oz, I'm asking — "
"No, you're not," Oz countered calmly. "It's not happening, Logan. Not tonight."
"But — "
"Even if I didn't know you'd regret it as soon as you'd nutted and regained your senses, this sweet little untrained ass just isn't ready to take a cock. You wanna rethink your rules? Fine — we'll talk about it tomorrow. Now turn around."
"I… What?" Logan asked blearily.
"Turn around and fuck my face," Oz demanded.
And oh, that was… That was something.
"Come on," Oz insisted, guiding him as Logan shuffled awkwardly in the tight space on wobbly, tangled legs. "I know you want to."
"Fuck, yeah, I do," Logan answered. Of course he fucking did. For all of Oz's many surprising talents their bargain had brought to light, the fact that Oz had turned out to be an absolute champion at sucking cock? Yeah, that had maybe been the most stunning one of all.
Maybe it shouldn't have been. He sure went at it with the same level of methodical enthusiasm as he did any of his nerd games; slowly but inevitably uncovering the cheat codes that never failed to turn Logan into a shuddering, sweaty mess. It was…a little intimidating, if Logan was being honest. But damn if he didn't enjoy reaping the benefits of it all the same.
Right then, it was lure enough to make Logan forget all about his unexpected urge to have Oz fuck him. His voice was shaking, his whole body trembling, his legs barely able to move without stumbling.
Oz's hands were everywhere. Helping steady him, supporting and guiding Logan until his spine was pressed hard against the wall.
"Don't hold back on me now," Oz said, as his palms slid up the outsides of Logan's quivering thighs, up over his stomach and down his sides, his…
"G'nh!" Logan's eyes fell closed as Oz unceremoniously swallowed his cock.
Wet and hot and perfect, Oz's mouth drew any remaining blood swimming around in Logan's body like a magnet straight to his dick. Oz hummed in acknowledgment, the vibrations shooting right through Logan's groin and into his core.
"Holy…" Logan breathed, his fingers tightening reflexively in Oz's hair.
Oz's tongue teased the shaft, his hands digging into Logan's ass. Logan could only groan, his body overwhelmed with sensations. He was helpless, lost in the heat and pleasure and the feel of Oz's mouth as Logan whimpered, clutching at Oz's shoulders, his neck, his head — anything Logan could reach.
