He wanted more. And he wanted it now.
***
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Logan hissed, the wordsvibrating in the air as his chest heaved. “I want my cock inside you.”
Elijah rocked his hips then growled, “What are you waiting for? Fuck me.”
Logan knew he wasn’t going to get more of a green light than that. He upended the bottle and drizzled lube over his fingers, which were still fingering Elijah’s hole, so he could massage it in. He didn’t want to hurt the man, but he also knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself once he drove into the blistering hot depths of his body.
He’d spent the past couple of hours telling himself that what he felt for Elijah was merely lust, and if he could get this out of his system, they could find a way to move forward without the tension that strangled them both whenever they were in the same room. It was a lie he’d gotten really good at telling himself. The moment he heard Elijah’s voice, he realized he couldn’t hold back any longer. He had to sate this need, or it was going to shred him.
“Need more,” Elijah whispered, his hips rocking, urging Logan’s fingers to slide deeper.
His ass gripped him, the smooth, tight channel relaxing as he pushed his fingers in, withdrew slowly. The man looked so fucking good laid out like that, completely at Logan’s mercy and begging for more.
When he pulled his fingers out, Elijah’s head lifted, his eyes meeting his.
Logan gritted his teeth, gripping his cock tightly as he angled himself toward his eager hole. He pressed the head against Elijah’s anus and hissed as every pleasure receptor in his body came online. He watched the man’s face as he fought the resistance, sinking in one centimeter at a time, stretching the tight ring that was determined to keep him out. He pushed his hips forward, his cockhead slipping inside. He grunted and hissed, consumed by a pleasure that bordered on pain as he inched forward.
He didn’t pause, looking for Elijah to tell him when it was too much, but he never did, his chest rising and falling, soft moans rumbling in his chest as Logan pushed in deeper. He was panting, his skin slick with sweat by the time he was buried to the hilt.
Seated fully, he planted his hands beside Elijah’s head, stared down at him as he pulled his hips back. He had dreamed about this moment. In fact, he’d had that dream more often than not these past couple of weeks, waking up to find his cock rock hard and aching. But the dreams had nothing on this. He wasn’t sure he’d felt anything quite as wickedly hot as this in his entire life.
Logan’s cock throbbed inside the snug channel clutching at him.
“Oh, fuck.” Elijah’s eyes closed.
“Hurt?”
“Don’t stop.”
He didn’t like the idea of hurting him, but he’d long ago snapped that last tenuous thread of his control. He pushed in, retreated, letting Elijah feel the entire length of his cock every single time.
Never in his life had he imagined he would be here, fucking a man, caring about that man, wanting more even though there was no more to give. Once wouldn’t be enough.
After a minute, Elijah began to relax, his expression softening as his eyes rolled back and his hips rocked beneath him. Logan fucked him slow and deep, aware of the smooth walls of Elijah’s ass clutching him tightly. Thank fuck he had jacked off when he got home. Otherwise, he would’ve already come, and he damn sure wasn’t ready for this to be over.
When more tension eased out of Elijah’s body and his hands slid up Logan’s arms, he began pumping his hips faster, driving in harder until he was fucking him, the bed rocking from the momentum of their joining.
“God, yes,” Elijah rasped. “Oh, fuck … Logan.”
His throat tightened when he heard his name fall from Elijah’s lips. This wasn’t about the physical act, although he’d told himself he could keep it that way. It was so much more than that. There was a connection, a bond they shared that had started because of their love for one woman. Who knows when it shifted or why, but here they were, and Logan knew he was fucked because this wasn’t a one-time thing.
He glanced down, watching as Elijah jerked his cock in time to Logan’s punishing thrusts. He savored the sound of Elijah’s grunts every time he bottomed out inside him, the sexy hiss when he pulled out. He was lost to the sensation, overwhelmed by the pleasure that flayed him on the inside. It was incredible. The more he took, the more he wanted Elijah to give.
Logan slowed his pace, leaning down and pressing his mouth to Elijah’s. He held himself there as he slid all the way in, pulled out again.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered against Elijah’s lips. “Tight. Hot. You want me to come inside you?”
Elijah’s hand jerked harder on his cock. “Yes. Fuck. Make me come.”
“You want more? Or less?” He gave him a sample of both options, slamming his hips forward, then dragging his cock out slowly.
“Oh, fuck.” Elijah panted roughly, lifting his head to meet Logan’s mouth.
He kissed him, impaling him again and again. Slow then fast.
“I’m going to come,” Elijah warned. “Logan … oh, fuck … that feels…”
Logan picked up the pace, slamming his hips down. He worked him with shallow, deep strokes until Elijah’s head arched back, and he shouted Logan’s name.
He drove home one final time and let himself go.
In the aftermath, as the sweat on his skin cooled and he lay silently beside Elijah, he realized one devastating thing:
Not once had he thought about Sam.
