“Right now, I just want you to fucking kiss me,” Logan growled.
As though accepting a dare, Elijah lifted his head up off the bed, their chests bumping as their lips brushed. They lingered for a moment, but then Elijah’s mouth was on his, hot and hungry.
Sam moaned softly beside them.
Logan didn’t waste time. He wasn’t here to romance the man, he wanted to explore him, to see if this deep-seated need could be quenched. He pinned Elijah to the bed, grabbing his wrists, holding them flat while he plundered his mouth, swallowing every groan and rumble that escaped him. Unlike the times before this, the need was more powerful. As though their earlier game had unlocked a new desire.
He felt Sam’s small, cool hand glide over his back, and he inhaled sharply, loving that she was touching him. He used it as a lifeline as he continued to feast on Elijah’s mouth, holding him down, their cocks rubbing through their clothing. He wanted Elijah naked, wanted to watch the play of muscles as he writhed beneath him. He wanted to hold him down and feed his cock into his mouth, wanted to see Elijah’s lips wrap around him again.
A bolt of lust spiked in his veins, had his body shuddering at the thought.
Moving his hands from Elijah’s wrists, Logan remained on top of him but gave him the use of his hands when he said, “Take off my shirt.”
Elijah dragged it up and over his head, passing it to Sam before she tossed it to the floor. She was watching them intently, even as she tossed it away.
“Now yours.”
Elijah squirmed under him as he pulled his T-shirt up before jerking it over his head. Sam took it, too, tossing it to the floor before moving closer.
“You sure you wanna see this, baby?” Logan asked, looking her way for the first time.
“More than my next breath,” she answered, her voice husky, her eyes glittering in the glow from the bedside lamps.
Logan looked back down at Elijah. “Push my shorts down.”
Once Elijah had his shorts pushed to his thighs, Logan twisted his lower body until he could get them down before kicking them away. He helped Elijah out of his in a similar manner before moving back over him and pinning him to the bed. He sucked in a strangled breath when Elijah’s hot skin pressed to his.
He was rough when he inched up Elijah’s body, straddling his chest, pressing one knee on Elijah’s biceps, effectively keeping him in place. Elijah stared up at him, panting as his chest rose and fell while Sam reached out, her hand teasing Elijah’s hair. She was making herself a part of this, and that encouraged Logan to continue.
“I won’t force you,” Logan told him. “But I want your mouth on my cock.”Again.
Elijah didn’t fight him, didn’t move beneath him, and the glint in his eyes seemed to grow hotter.
Logan shifted his hips forward, bringing his cock closer to Elijah’s mouth. “Put your fucking mouth on me, Eli,” he growled softly, fueled by passion and fear as he ventured into the unknown.
They remained like that for what felt like an eternity, his cock hovering dangerously close to Elijah’s lips. The longer Logan waited, the harder he got, his cock pulsing in time to his heartbeat.
When Elijah lifted his head a fraction, Logan sucked in a deep breath.
When Elijah’s tongue darted out and swiped over the sensitive head, Logan growled low in his throat.
And when Elijah wrapped his lips around the head, he bowed his back and hissed. The pleasure was intense.
“Fuck … Jesus, Eli … oh, fuck. Suck me.”
Not once did he look away from the man beneath him. He couldn’t. He didn’t want this to be another random encounter. He wanted Elijah to know he wasn’t taking this for granted, and this wasn’t a show just for Sam. It wasn’t about shoving his cock into a willing orifice. He wanted that connection that he’d felt with this man. He wanted—
All sense fled when Elijah took him to the root.
“Goddamn, that feels so fucking good.”
He held Elijah’s gaze, pumping his hips, rocking into the blistering heat of Elijah’s mouth while that tongue swirled and laved along the sensitive underside. Every now and then, he would bump the back of Elijah’s throat, and a shiver would rack his body.
“Don’t make me come,” he warned. That was not how he saw this going. Not tonight.
The suction of Elijah’s mouth didn’t falter as he bathed him in delicious heat, the friction making Logan’s balls tighten, drawing up as he hovered right there on the brink. Before he lost control, he pulled out of Elijah’s mouth, then dropped down on top of him, flattening his body so that they were touching chest to knee. He kissed him hard, fucking him with his tongue, pleasure humming through his veins. He rocked his hips, their cocks trapped between them, and he loved the way Elijah moaned, flexing his hips to get closer.
For half a second, Logan forgot Sam was there.
