“Are you scared?” I ask him.
“Of?”
“Of what I want to do to you.”
He swallows, looking up at me. “When you ask it like that, yes.”
“Good. I like that.” The corner of my mouth comes up in a smile. I exhale, breaking his gaze for a moment because I can hardly stand it.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he asks.
“I’m not going to hurt you or something. I just… well, I like being in control.”
Fuck, that cannot be making me hard.
“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” he says.
“I don’t understand why you act so proper all of the time. Even when you’re drunk. You fold your napkins. Straighten things out onmybar.”
“You don’t like having your things in order? I call it peaceful.”
“No. But you seem good at doing what you’re told.”
His eyelids flutter shut and I run my fingers through his soft hair until he opens them again.
I try to calm the riot in my chest, taking a breath. “Are yousureyou want me to?—”
“Yes,” he says firmly.
My fingers find the button at the top of my jeans a moment later, right in front of his face. I fumble as I try to work it open, and I keep missing the catch.
The softzipfinally fills the air as I pull down my fly. I shove my pants down a little and expose an expanse of skin, feeling the wind hit the air from my lower abs all the way to the top of my groin.
His eyes flick lower.
As I push my clothes down, my cock comes out, inch by inch, until it bobs free.
I let it hang.
I fuckinglovethe way my cock looks, and there’s something intensely satisfying about showing it off to someone who might appreciate it. My throat catches, and I run my palm along my hardening shaft, watching him watch me.
“That’s a lot,” he says in a low tone.
I fizz a little from the compliment. “Thank you.”
“Usually, when people brag about something, it’s undeserved, but you were not lying. No wonder you act like your dick is some gift to the world.”
I grip it tight. I watch Logan’s eyes as I give myself a long, lazy stroke right in front of his face.
I pull in a short breath. “Do you usually go for younger guys?”
“God, no.”
I furrow my brow. “You say it like you’re offended I asked.”
He gives me this icy stare that for some reason I enjoy. “I’ve never been with anyone younger than me. Really not my thing.”
“But I’m your thing?”
