It was pissing him off, but he refused to cave to the demands of his dick, so he focused on breathing. He had no idea how long he remained like that, but he didn’t move until he heard footsteps. He lifted his head to peer over at the door, expecting to see Sam’s beautiful smiling face, but she wasn’t the one standing in the doorway.
“We need to talk,” Elijah said, his tone lacking the easygoing vibe Logan was used to.
He dropped his head back down, stared up at the ceiling. “I’ve got nothing to say.”
It was a lie. There were so many things hewantedto say to Elijah, but nothing he waswillingto say. As far as Logan was concerned, this thing between them had played itself out. With time, he would ensure they went back to the way things were before he’d been tempted by something that wasn’t Sam. It was the only way he could see things for them.
There was only silence and the rapid churn of his blood in his ears as he ignored the man who seemed intent on pissing him off. When he calmed, he took a deep breath, braced himself to sit up, but sucked in a harsh breath when Elijah’s hands pressed to his thighs.
Logan lifted his head to see Elijah kneeling between his legs, his dark eyes pinned on his face.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“What I’ve wanted to do,” Elijah replied, his hands reaching for the waistband of Logan’s shorts.
He should’ve moved then. Should’ve bolted upright and skirted around Elijah. Should’ve left the room and not looked back.
Logan did neither of those things as Elijah tugged on his shorts, jerking them down, freeing his throbbing dick.
“Elijah…” He’d meant it as a warning, but he’d be damned if it didn’t sound like a request.
He stared down the length of his body at the man as Elijah gripped his cock at the base. He narrowed his eyes, swallowed hard, and mentally willed Elijah to keep going since he was too much of a coward to say the words aloud.
He felt the warmth of Elijah’s breath as it fanned over his cockhead seconds before that wicked fucking mouth descended.
Logan dropped his head to the bench and groaned low in his throat, hips thrusting upward when the heated suction enveloped him.
“Jesus … fuck,” he ground out, gripping the bars near his head as he held on. “Fuuuuuck.”
There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in Elijah’s movements as he sucked his cock deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around his shaft, caressing the sensitive underside as he drew him deep into his throat.
Logan’s groin tightened, his balls drawing up close to his body. He’d never had the urge to come so fucking quickly, but he was dangerously close.
Elijah didn’t make a sound, stroking the base of Logan’s cock with one firm hand while he laved and sucked his cock. Logan refused to watch, hating himself for hiding from the pleasure, but more so for how much he wanted this. His heart pounded against his ribs; his blood boiled in his veins as his body was racked with undeniable pleasure. Despite his mental demands, his hips rocked as he fucked himself into the heat of Elijah’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck…” His chest tightened; his abs contracted. “Eli … goddamn you…”
With every grumble, Elijah seemed more intent, his head bobbing as he drove Logan straight to the precipice. He held on by sheer force of will and the denial he’d been harboring until it became clear he was helpless to deny what he so desperately craved.
“Make me come,” he bellowed, his fingers turning white due to the death grip he had on the bars. “Fuck … make me come down your throat.”
Elijah’s hand stroked faster, sucking hard as he bobbed faster.
“Ah, fuck me,” Logan bellowed a second before the last of his control evaporated, and he came with a violence that rocked him to his core.
A minute passed, maybe two, while he pulled himself together, mentally preparing himself to hash it out with Elijah once and for all.
By the time he felt more in control, he forced himself to sit up so he could—
Elijah stood, his eyes hot as he stared down at him. “The ball’s in your court now, Logan. You know what I want, what I’m willing to give. The rest is up to you.”
With that parting shot, Elijah turned and strolled out of the room without so much as a backward glance.
***
The instant Sam walked into the house, she knew something was wrong. The tension emanating from her two men was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.
She glanced at Elijah, who was sitting at the kitchen table with his iPad in front of him, then over to Logan, who was laid out on the couch, his attention on the television. Neither of them looked at her, although they both murmured greetings as though they’d been preprogrammed to do so upon her arrival.
Just for shits and giggles, she stood there for a moment, waiting to see if either of them would get with the program.
They didn’t.
Looked like it was going to be a night for wine.
Or maybe vodka.
She wasn’t sure yet.
