When I expose his abs, I remember how many times I wanted to lick every ridge, so that's exactly what I do. I give attention to his nipples too, licking and sucking, and Logan starts panting under my hands. I go back to kissing his mouth at the same time as I slide a hand into his sweatpants.
He's not wearing underwear, so I find his free erection and massage it lightly.
I lower his pants a bit so they stop getting in my way and spit in my own hand before going back to jerking him off. It slides easier now with the saliva and Logan moans quietly.
I steal another kiss and get even more turned on when he's the one who holds me by the neck and deepens the meeting of our mouths.
When we're forced to stop in search of air, I ask quietly:
"Do you want to come on my hand, or on my tongue again?" He bites his lower lip as he considers, but then shakes his head no.
"Actually, I want to suck you." His words alone might have already made me have an orgasm, that's how disoriented I get, but I manage to smile sideways and agree.
"I'm all yours, buddy," I say ironically, winking an eye at him.
To make our lives easier, I get rid of my shirt and pants in fractions of a second. I don't miss the lick of the lips Logan gives as he looks at my painfully hard cock and wraps it in his hand.
The touch makes me close my eyes for a moment and I remember all the times I touched myself thinking about him. He thinks he suffered hearing me have sex with Charlie, but I spent years living with the same thing and still trying to hide my desire. The first year living together was especially hard. I could have even named an Egg in his honor.
When I reopen my eyes, the blond man is kneeling in front of me and I'm forced to brace a hand on the counter.
He looks up for a moment.
"Any tips?"
"Just think about everything you like done to you. You'll see how easy it is." That's my honest answer, and Logan seems to recall every blowjob he's ever gotten until he makes up his mind.
My real urge is to grab his hair and shove myself into his throat to the hilt, but I control myself and once again leave the power with him.
I watch expectantly as the guy sticks out his tongue and holds the base of my cock with a certain firmness. He licks from the part his hand doesn't cover up to the head and I see stars. Then, he plunges the whole head of my cock into his warm mouth and moves his tongue perfectly. I moan loudly and my reaction must be what he needed to let loose for good.
Logan Hayes sucks me like a popsicle at the beach on a hot day. He runs his tongue over the whole length, leaving the trail of saliva that lets his big hand slide over my entire cock. He sucks my balls, rubs his tongue against the head, and then tries to take me as far into his throat as possible, testing his limits.
It's fucking paradise in the shape of the warm mouth of a six-foot-three athlete with light eyes.
I moan so much and I'm so out of orbit that I only notice Charlie's presence when her voice sounds in the kitchen.
"Now that's what I call a good morning," she greets, and the two of us nearly pass out from the scare. Logan jumps to his feet and looks at Charlie with a guilty expression.
"Sorry," he asks, trying to wipe his saliva and my pre-come spread across his face.
"For what?" the girl asks, stopping right in front of him.
"For sucking your boyfriend without you here." His answer sounds more like a question than a statement. Charlotte laughs and hops onto the island, sitting down.
"Ethan's not my boyfriend. And we're having fun, aren't we?"
"Yeah, but..." He tries to explain again, but Charlie interrupts him.
"And I'm here now. Why don't you go back to what you were doing so well, put Ethan out of his misery, and let me watch?" she suggests, and I nod several times in agreement.
"Please," I reinforce, and my friend recovers the naughty shine in his eyes.
"Are you going to touch yourself in the meantime?"
"If the show's good enough..." she teases, and the blond laughs, coming closer to her to steal a long kiss. When he finally comes back to me, he kisses my lips too before getting on his knees.
Finally.
