Chapter Thirteen
Elijah was aware of the way Logan’sheated gaze stroked him from head to toe. He’d felt it the moment the other man stepped into the space.
Admittedly, his nerves had rioted when he decided to take the plunge. The other day … when he’d instigated the blow job while Logan was working out … that had been a fluke. Elijah wasn’t known for his bold moves when it came to relationships. Not friendships or romantic partnerships. He was rarely the aggressor. And for a brief moment, he had considered redirecting, ignoring Logan’s request for the shower. Although the man claimed it was for Sam’s benefit, he got the feeling it was more than that. A hell of a lot more than that. This hunger they’d been fighting was too intense for them to ignore any longer. The time for pretending had passed.
While Logan stood beneath the hot water, Elijah clenched his hands into fists, his fingers itching to touch. Had he ever met anyone who made him want something this badly? He couldn’t recall. He’d fantasized about this moment, gotten himself off to it with his hand on his cock and his mind wandering in a direction it had never strayed before. In fact, he’d thought about it so many times, this felt like the millionth time they’d showered together, passing these heated glances.
He moved toward Logan slowly, his hands lifting so he could graze the man’s abdomen. Logan groaned softly when Elijah dragged his fingertips over his ribs before flattening his palms and gliding over the rock-hard planes of his chest. He didn’t rush, paying attention to the smoothness of Logan’s slick skin, the subtle shift of muscle beneath his hands. He touched him everywhere, his fingers roaming over his torso up to his shoulders, back down. He wasn’t teasing, merely enjoying this new sensation and the muted rumble coming from Logan’s chest as he explored.
Elijah’s eyes lifted to Logan’s face briefly before he leaned forward. He was as interested in Logan’s expressions as he was in the soft, encouraging rumbles coming from his chest. Feeling bold and empowered by the heat sparking in the man’s gaze, Elijah leaned in and licked his nipple. He laved it, circling the small disc with his tongue, grazing it with his teeth.
“Fuck,” Logan hissed, his hand instantly on Elijah’s head when he nipped the tiny disc.
He didn’t hold him in place, allowing him to tease his other nipple in the same manner. Elijah liked how they hardened beneath his ministrations, thoroughly enjoyed the way Logan’s muscles coiled tightly as Elijah licked his skin as he inched higher. When he lifted his head, Logan looked down, held his stare for one heartbeat, two, before bringing their mouths together.
Elijah growled, the leash on his hunger snapping. He kissed the man with a ferocity that had been building to this heated crescendo. For months he’d thought about this, and the recent acceptance of what was transpiring between them only made it hotter.
It didn’t surprise him when Logan became the aggressor, his tongue hot and hard as he plundered Elijah’s mouth, his grip firm as he held Elijah’s shoulders, backing him against the shower wall. The coolness of the tile was a direct contrast to the flames licking at his skin, making him groan low in his throat as he accepted Logan’s weight pinning him in place.
But Elijah wasn’t here to be dominated. He didn’t want to relinquish control to this man. He wanted to show Logan exactly what he was in for by accepting this thing between them. He had no desire to be a male stand-in for Sam. She was irreplaceable in that regard, and Elijah wanted more from this experience.
He pushed his chest forward, gripping Logan’s hips as he flipped their positions so that Logan was crushed between him and the wall. He took over the kiss, slanting his head to deepen the angle, thrusting his tongue against Logan’s. He hissed when Logan’s hands gripped his ass, jerking him forward, their cocks trapped between their hips. He could feel the aggression in Logan’s touch, the desperation that hardened his body.
Elijah rocked his hips, stealing the friction of their bodies as his cock brushed Logan’s.
“Oh, fuck. Keep doing that,” Logan whispered, reaching between them to grip both of their cocks in one giant hand.
He pumped his hips, fucking Logan’s fist in rhythm to the tongue thrusting into his mouth. He kept at it until Logan broke the kiss, his other hand sliding into Elijah’s hair, yanking firmly.
“Put your mouth on me, Eli,” he rasped, his voice low and then even lower when he said, “I’ve thought about nothing else since the first time.”
To his shock, there was no command in his tone. It was more of a plea, an eager request to sate the physical ache that came with an attraction of this magnitude.
Elijah met his gaze briefly, then leaned in, pressing his mouth to Logan’s overheated skin as he lowered to his knees. He dragged his tongue over every rigid muscle along the way. Never in his life had he imagined himself in this position, kneeling before a man, a cock hovering at his lips. He gripped the base of Logan’s long, thick shaft, sliding his hand up, down, again and again, before he tongued the swollen crest.
“Fuck, yes,” Logan bellowed. “Oh, fuck … that mouth.”
Elijah focused on the velvet-smoothness that moved beneath his lips as he drew Logan in deep. He licked and teased the spots he personally preferred, enjoying the rumbling grunts and harsh sighs coming from Logan.
He heard movement behind him seconds before Sam’s soft, cool fingers were on his shoulders. A second later, she was kneeling behind him, her arms slipping beneath his as her hands roamed over his chest. She kissed his back, sucking on his skin.
He pulled Logan’s cock from his mouth briefly. “Stroke me, Sam.”
When she reached down and fisted his cock, he wrapped his lips around Logan again and sucked him in deep, earning a dark, thunderous groan in response. Sam jacked his cock while he sucked Logan, both of them panting as the pleasure assaulted them.
The hand fisting his hair tightened seconds before Logan said, “Stop!”
When Elijah pulled back, he stared up and noticed Logan’s chest rising and falling rapidly, his head tilted back. He was riding that fine edge between euphoria and ecstasy. The idea of getting him off with his mouth again was tempting, but Elijah refrained. Barely.
Giving Logan a moment to rein himself in, Elijah got to his feet, pulled Sam up with him. He kissed her as he maneuvered her beneath the spray. He ran his hands over her hair, slicking it back from her face as the water rained down on them.
He loved the way she stared up at him, eyes lit with heat and hunger. She undid him with her smile.
“You like that,” he told her. “Watching us together.”
“Yes,” she said on a breathless whimper when he bit the sensitive skin where her shoulder met her neck.
“Does it make you wet?” he asked, sliding his hand between her thighs and gliding his finger through the evidence of her arousal.
