“You wouldn’t dare leave me like this,” he says, still fighting against what I know is in his goddamn soul.
“Why are you doing this to us?” I ask.
“Me?” He studies my expression like he can’t believe I’d place the blame on him, but this is all his fault. If he wasn’t so damn sexy, if everything he did didn’t drive me wild, I wouldn’t want him so badly.
I can tell he won’t give in easily, and Old Terror taught me a long time ago that you can’t ever bargain if you’re not willing to walk away. I call out as I drag my cock from him, determined not to give him another moment’s pleasure until he gives me what I demand, even if pulling out of him is like driving a knife through my chest. This isn’t just emotional pain; it’s physical too. And I hate him for doing this to me. To us. The fucking masochist.
“Killian, you goddamn bastard!” He grabs my wrists and pulls them away from his thighs, then uses his legs to hook around me and pull me back into him.
“Damn you!” I shout, fighting his grip.
“Don’t play these stupid games. Just fuck me. We both need this.”
“Give. Me. What. I. Want,” I fight out as I battle, not just the grip of his legs, but this thing inside me that wants to take us both to the end.
He gulps, his gaze wavering as he seems to struggle with something in himself that’s unwilling to give me those words.
I finally get the upper hand, gaining an inch, then another, when he says, “Is it really that easy to give up this ass? This ass you’ve wanted from the moment you had me in here? Don’t you want to be the first man to ever make me come? Don’t you want to be the first man to ever shoot with his fat cock jammed inside me?”
I know what he’s doing, the fucking temptress.
No, I must be strong.
I have to end this before I lose control.
As I struggle out another inch, his hand rests against the side of my face, and we lock gazes.
“Killian.” I’m waiting for him to submit, but instead he says, “Please.” There’s a desperation to his words, as though if I pull out, he might die.
And given how it’s tearing me up trying to pull out of him, I suddenly hate myself for hurting him like this. Maybe because of his plea, or because I can’t take that pain anymore, I surrender, pushing back into him.
We moan together. I’m barely able to think straight as I’m driven by the urgency that radiates in my pelvis, this primal impulse that’s overtaken me. Logan’s ass is the drug, and I’m about to overdose.
“That’s right,” he whispers, “fuck me. Fuck me good.”
I grip the back of his neck, holding him in place as I give it to him, enjoying the way his body shakes with my thrusts, along with the subtle vibrations from how I’ve excited him. It takes me higher and higher, the pressure mounting. I lick my free hand, then reach down and stroke him. “Come on, Logan. Give me that load. I want to soak you in your cum before I shoot in you.”
“Yes, yes.” He closes his eyes.
“No, look at me,” I demand, and he obeys.
He won’t admit he’s submitting to me, but can’t it be enough knowing that’s exactly what he’s doing? The answer is no, but I must accept, at least for our first time, it’s the best I’ll get.
As I look into those gorgeous blue eyes, I realize I’m not as strong as I once thought, stranded on a makeshift raft in the middle of a turbulent ocean. I twist my wrist as I continue stroking him, and the way his expression tenses up, I know he’s close. I struggle against my body’s impulses to release. I won’t go until he does.
“Come on. Give it to me, Log.”
It seems my words are too much for him because he twitches about.
“Yes, yes,” I mutter as I position his head to keep him looking at me so that I can see what satisfaction looks like on his face, sneaking a peek as his ass tightens up just before cum rushes from his shaft.
His jaw drops open as a moan drags out, and it’s all too much for me. I’m too high when the power reverberates through me. I shout out, a war cry as Logan places his hand against the back of my head, mirroring my hold as he keeps me in place.
“Look me in the eyes,” he demands, and I realize he wants the same satisfaction of knowing what he did to me, so I give in, staring deep into his eyes as I finish releasing, my body overwhelmed by the emotions that explode through me, leaving me without a sense of time and place.
Only of him.
I come…and keep coming…
