Admittedly, he wasn’t a dominating man the way Logan was. He didn’t feel the need to command a situation, but he also wasn’t submissive in the sense that he wanted to be manhandled. However, there was something enthralling about the way Logan stripped his control and held it just out of reach.
He swallowed as air filled his lungs, his mouth opening as Logan’s head moved nearer, their lips hovering mere centimeters apart.
They remained like that for the longest time before Logan exhaled heavily.
“Ah, fuck me,” Logan rasped, followed by a strangled groan that sounded a lot like giving in.
And then Logan was kissing him.
Instantly, Elijah’s arms came around, his hands reaching for Logan’s neck. He’d refrained from touching him the first time they kissed but promised himself he would succumb to the full experience if and when it happened again. His fingers tangled in the long hair at Logan’s nape, his thumbs sliding over that rigid jaw, the stubble abrading his fingertips, sending a bolt of heat coursing through him.
He wasn’t sure if his touch resulted in Logan’s flinch or if the man was simply trying to maintain control, because the next thing he knew, he was standing tall, Logan’s hand palming the back of his head as they hungrily ate at one another. Their bodies weren’t touching, although their tongues were involved in a sensual duel that spiked his blood pressure.
The kiss was precisely as he remembered. Sinful, passionate. Like he’d been submerged in molten lava, his skin too hot, his chest too tight, his cock hardening as though Logan’s tongue was gliding along his shaft and not sweeping through his mouth. He was more than aware of the significant difference between Logan’s kiss and Sam’s. Where she was gentle and worshipful, Logan was hard and demanding. It was a give and take in equal parts, with Logan pushing for more and Elijah acquiescing as his body hardened.
Once they were in deeper water, Elijah pressed his chest to Logan’s, his hands roaming over the broad expanse of Logan’s back. He felt Logan shudder when he gripped him roughly, pulled him closer until their hips were pressed intimately together. Air was scarce, but his lungs didn’t care. Every cell in his body was alive and alert, anticipation boiling in his veins as every drop of blood in his body gathered in his cock.
“This is not how I envisioned our relationship progressing,” Logan muttered against his mouth.
“Then stop,” Elijah bit out, not moving away.
“Is this whereyouthought we’d be headed?”
“No,” he admitted honestly, licking his lips, eager to get Logan’s mouth back on his.
“But you want it?”
“Yes.” He lifted his gaze to meet Logan’s. “But I’ll stop if you do.”
“Fuck that,” Logan growled, fusing his mouth to Elijah’s once more.
The tension in their bodies coiled tighter as the kiss exploded. This was not a gentle mating of mouths. It was a roller coaster at warp speed, whipping them around curves, tossing them over the edge, and sending them into freefall as they feasted like savage beasts.
“There’s no turning back from this,” Logan warned.
Elijah didn’t comment. He bit Logan’s bottom lip instead, wanting more. He’d never touched a man before Logan, much less kissed one, but he found it erotic. Smooth, hot skin covering hard muscle shifted beneath his palms as he clutched at him, as though they weren’t as close as they could possibly be.
Logan’s mouth released his, leaving them both gasping.
“You think this is what she was referring to when she said wicked and dirty?”
“Knowing Sam…” Elijah drew air deep into his lungs and smiled. “Probably.”
“I can tell you now, I’m not recording this, so you’ll have to remember it so you can tell her.”
Oh, Elijah would remember it, all right. Probably for the remainder of his days. He’d mistakenly believed that he had pursued every salacious impulse he’d ever had, but now that he’d felt the power and dominance of Logan’s kiss, he could honestly say he’d been missing something.
The hand palming his head moved, Logan’s fingers twining into his hair and tipping his head back. Elijah swallowed, waiting to see what came next. A shiver raced down his spine when Logan leaned in, his nose pressing against the pulse in Elijah’s neck. He heard Logan’s inhale seconds before he felt the warm press of his lips. For long, painful seconds, Logan hovered like that, his breath fanning Elijah’s skin, making his cock throb and his muscles coil with anticipation.
“More?” Logan whispered.
Unable to find his voice, Elijah nodded.
“Good answer.”
When Logan nipped his neck, Elijah groaned, his cock throbbing, his pulse pounding. Sliding his hands down to Logan’s hips, he pulled him closer. Committed to this erotic experiment, he gripped Logan’s ass firmly, drew his hips forward against his own, their cocks trapped between them. He rocked, seeking the friction that would alleviate the tension coiling inside him. It wasn’t enough, but it was intoxicating.
They’d touched plenty over the years, their bodies coming in contact whenever they were with Samantha together. Elijah was familiar with the scrape of Logan’s leg hair against his legs, the calloused brush of his knuckles as his hands grazed some part of his body. But those had been unintentional. This … there was nothing accidental about the way Logan was nipping and sucking on his neck or the way Elijah was groping him in the hopes of getting more.
