Logan licked his way back up to his mouth, his unyielding lips settling over Elijah’s once more.
“I can’t stop this,” Logan whispered, and it sounded like a warning.
“Neither can I,” he admitted, ensuring Logan heard his need.
This time when their lips separated, their bodies drew apart. Elijah sucked air into his lungs while his cock remained a constant throb between his thighs.
“Even when she’s not here, she’s taunting us, Eli.”
“How so?”
“She dangled you in front of me.” Logan’s hungry gaze raked over his face. “She made mewant.”
He couldn’t deny he was surprised by the admission. He thought he’d known what made Logan tick, the kinks and fetishes that drove him. He was a libidinous man, and he never shied away from his hunger for Sam. Elijah knew the feeling because his desires were similar. It was the reason the three of them were so good together. They both had an overwhelming need to pleasure Sam and observe her in the throes, but he’d never considered there might be more to it. He wasn’t sure they would be here right now if it hadn’t been for that deceptive game they’d played that night in the cabin. The one that had set them on this path with a kiss.
Deep down, Elijah knew there’d likely always been a curiosity somewhere, though he couldn’t remember ever feeling this way. He knew that kissing any random man wouldn’t have created a need like this. But this was Logan, and while the intimacies they’d shared revolved around Samantha, something had been triggered along the way. Otherwise, he wouldn’t fantasize about taking Logan’s cock in his mouth or feeling that blistering tongue as it delved into places no man had ever ventured.
Elijah was so lost in his erotic fantasies that he didn’t realize Logan was pursuing him or that he was backing up until he was pressed against the pool’s edge, Logan’s big body looming over him.
“Don’t move,” Logan growled, the dominance in his tone sending another shiver racing through him.
Time stood still once again when Logan submerged his hand in the water, his fingers dipping into the waistband of Elijah’s shorts. That gentle, unhurried brush of his fingers tickled the tight muscles of his abdomen then generated heat when they grazed the swollen head of his cock. He stared up at him, their eyes locked as Logan slowly dragged his shorts down to his thighs, freeing Elijah’s cock. It bobbed beneath the surface, and even the sensual caress of the water against the sensitive crown was nearly too much to bear.
As though attempting to read his mind, Logan’s eyes remained locked on his as he reached down and fisted Elijah’s cock.
So they were really doing this.
Pleasure tightened his groin, had his back arching as an electric current zipped down his spine. A growl rumbled in Elijah’s chest as Logan’s hand slowly stroked down his length, pausing briefly before gliding back up. Logan wasn’t hesitant, but it was obvious he was taking his time.
“I’ve never touched a man like this,” Logan admitted, his voice a dark rumble.
Elijah’s eyes narrowed, his cock pulsing in Logan’s hand. “I’m glad to be your first.”
That earned him a smile when Logan’s eyes flashed hot, his hand beginning a consistent stroke up and down Elijah’s length. He focused on breathing as the pleasure consumed him, his cock throbbing against those deft fingers.
He wasn’t sure how long he could survive this, but by God, he wasn’t ready for it to be over.
***
Logan hadn’t intended to let this goany further than those blazing kisses. Hell, who was he kidding? He hadn’t even expected to get his ass up off the bench, yet here they were.
He certainly hadn’t anticipated getting to a point when his fingers were curled around Elijah’s hot, pulsing shaft, his brain conjuring images of turning him around, bending him over…
Oh, Jesus.
Regardless of how they’d gotten to this point, Logan couldn’t help himself, couldn’t contain the need to explore this man. He was intimately aware of the velvet-smooth length of Elijah’s cock against his palm, the shutter of Elijah’s gaze as he stroked him firmly. He enjoyed the man’s reaction as much as this exploration into the unknown.
Reaching down, Logan shoved his own shorts down with one hand, releasing his cock. Without hesitation, he reached for Elijah’s hand, dragged it into the water, and settled it over his raging erection.
“Stroke me,” he commanded with a startled gasp as his cock swelled from the brush of Elijah’s fingers.
Elijah’s hand curled around his dick, tightened as it glided up and down, mirroring the pace Logan had set. His brain registered every sensation, the firm grasp of his fingers as they slid over him. They remained like that for several minutes, their eyes locked as they jerked each other off. It wasn’t a race to completion, and he wondered if Elijah was mentally logging how it felt to have a man’s hand on him the way Logan was. Where Sam’s touch was soft, Elijah’s held an assertiveness that was foreign. Where Sam’s eagerness generally sent him into the stratosphere, Elijah’s confidence and curiosity kept him settled.
Logan watched the passion blaze in Elijah’s dark eyes, the way his eyelids drooped when Logan grazed the head of his cock with his thumb. He wondered whether Sam had imagined they’d share a moment like this one. Had she fantasized about them touching one another the same way Logan fantasized about Elijah touching her? He’d never been able to explain his fascination with seeing another man pleasure his wife, but it was there all the same, and he’d long ago stopped trying to figure it out. He knew what he wanted, and he’d never been scared to go after it. And he’d found the perfect woman to indulge his every whim, because Sam craved it, too.
Elijah just happened to be the perfect complement, though Logan had never figured out why that was. From the beginning, he’d felt a connection to Elijah, but he’d always suspected it was a friendship born of similar desires.
This felt like more.
