15. Anthony
FIFTEEN
ANTHONY
H e’s impossible and intoxicating.
Saying no to him is like trying to avoid breathing. Logan makes me feel alive again when I’ve been a zombie for years. I chase the high of it, of him. So eager and greedy. I dread thinking of him like this with anyone else.
He fights me until I let him get on his knees again and he swallows me whole. He somehow knows exactly what I like. But he’s too slow and I need to come. I grab his hair, fucking myself into his lips. He looks up at me, happiness glinting in his eyes. This is exactly what he wanted.
He digs his fingers into my hips, and I pull back enough to let him suck in a breath. His face is red as he draws in oxygen raggedly. I only give him a few seconds before I’m back down his throat, and he’s grinning because he knows he’s in control. I love it.
I stroke his cheeks, caressing his face. He groans around me, tightening his grip, begging for more. His tongue lavishes over my cock, giving me the best blow job of my life. I’d tried to tell myself that night was just because it had been so long.
But now, I know it wasn’t. It’s Logan.
He is otherworldly and forbidden.
I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to.
I want him.
And those thoughts are dangerous.
I push them out of my mind, refocusing on the here and now, staying in the moment, because anything else is too dangerous.
I tilt his head, allowing me a little bit deeper, and it destroys me. He sucks my orgasm out of me, and I fill him with cum, fucking his mouth through my release.
He takes it, swollen lips and all, his eyes locked to mine.
We both freeze as I pull out a string of saliva connecting us. He’s so damn beautiful.
Logan licks his lips. “I love how you taste.” Slowly, he gets to his feet, pressing his body against mine. He’s hard, and his hand comes up to cup my face, taking the softest of kisses.I don’t stop him. I give into the kiss, tasting my cum on his tongue. I don’t hate it.
He rocks his hips into mine, rubbing his hard-on over my hip. His eyes flutter shut, and he’s putty in my hands.
It’s like I’m in my twenties again and ready to go, hardening against him.
Logan breaks the kiss, glancing between us. “Again?”
“I can’t help it with you.” I’m too honest, but in the moment, I have no filter.
“I love it.” He’s so smug.
I bite his lip to shut him up, fucking myself into his hand. “I want to feel you come.”
“So demanding.” I squeeze his cock, rolling my fist.
“You like it.” His attitude is such a turn on. I’m sure he knows.
“I need more of you.”
His brows lift. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“I told you, I don’t have any condoms. But I want to taste you.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. I’ve never sucked a cock before, but I want to make him come. Memories of that night filter back into my brain, of how sexy he is when he lets it all go.
I crave it.
He strips off his sweats sitting back on my dest with his cock sticking straight out from his hips like a god.
A rumble builds in my chest. I grab his hips and drop to my knees, biting the inside of his thigh. He hisses combing his fingers through my hair, but he doesn’t try to direct me.
“Do that again.”
I bite him harder, sure to leave a bruise, and his muscles tighten.
“I’m going to jack off later looking at that.”
If I wasn’t already hard, I would be with his words.I nip across the sensitive skin until I find his cock. It’s beautiful, and my mouth waters.
“Take your shirt off.” I want to see all of him.
He grabs the back of the neck and tugs, raising it slowly. His abs come into view, gorgeous and sculpted. His body is the peak of his physical perfection. “I love the way you look at me.”
“How is that?”
“Hungry.” He strokes my face.
“This is mine.”
He whimpers, knees shaking. “Anthony.”
I lick his tip, getting my first taste of him. Salty, but I like it. His hips jut forward, nudging his tip against my lips. I take a breath, reconciling what this means, how I feel about sucking a dick, what it would mean for my legacy if it came out.
“Please,” Logan murmurs.
The one word breaks whatever hold the thoughts have on me, and I part my lips over his tip. My cock aches, and I want to fuck him so bad.
I take him further into my mouth, trying to do what he did with his tongue while pumping him with my hand.
Logan’s head falls back, and he gasps. “Why are you so good at that?”
My confidence grows, and I take him further, nearly gagging. I can’t go deep like he does, but I keep going, following the lead of his body.
He rocks his hips, but I grab them, not letting him move.I come off him. “I’m in control.”
He growls but doesn’t fight. I work him over with my tongue, taking my time, finally torturing him like he loves to torture me.
“Fuck, I’m so close. Stop teasing me.” His entire body tightens.
“No,” I mumble with my mouth full, getting off on his need.
He grabs any part of me he can reach, digging his nails in, his pleas a choir to my arousal. I finally take him fully into my mouth again, moving faster to allow him to come.
He gasps and shakes, finally giving over. His release barrels through him, and I devour every drop like he’s the fucking fountain of youth.
He collapses back against the desk, gasping for air, his poised and pristine exterior falling away. He’s sexier than I imagined. He pulls at me, and I stand. I press into him, letting him come down in my arms.
Logan presses his face into my neck, brushing his lips there, making me shiver. I stroke his back, absorbing his touch and comfort. On a whim, I pick him up and carry him to the chair in the corner, sitting with him in my lap. Thankfully he’s light and my knee isn’t too bad today. I really need to be more careful, but as he melts against me, it’s worth it.
But it can’t last.
The post-orgasm clarity hits me like a bus.
What are we doing?
And in my office, where anyone could walk in.
What if someone sees him walking out?
He must notice the change in my breathing, because he puts his hand on my chest. “I’m not telling anyone, even if I want to tell my father.”
I laugh, thinking of Cox’s finding out. “I’d love that, but not as much as I’d hate losing my job.”
“While it would be fun, I wouldn’t do that to you. You can trust me.” He presses his lips under my jaw.
“Okay.” It’s all I can manage. I want to trust him, but it’s hard to trust anyone with my past.
“If I tell anyone, I can’t have a repeat, and I’m always going to put my wants first.”
I roll my eyes. “For once, your self-serving attitude will be good for me.”
“And how am I going to piss my dad off by playing better for you if you get fired?” His smugness returns.
“At least we both want that.”
He groans, shifting. “I should be napping.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“I would rather have your cock again.” He moves his ass, emphasizing my hardness under him.
“You can’t. I don’t have condoms or lube.”
“You should change that.”
I slide a finger under his chin, lifting it to kiss him again. “It’s better if I don’t have them here so we aren’t tempted. This is dangerous.”
“I’ll have to come to your place again then.”
“That’s even more dangerous,” I growl, but I want him to anyway.
He smirks into my lips, knowing. “Thank you for letting me come over, Daddy.”
“Don’t,” I say, but my cock betrays that I like it.
“Mmmhmm.” He climbs off me, standing in all his naked glory before walking over to the mirror to look at his thigh. My bite mark is already bruising. “I’m going to enjoy this later.”
“Asshole.”
“You can have my asshole if you want it.” He bends down, giving me a show of his tight pink hole while picking up his sweats. “See you on the flight, Coach .”
I pour myself a drink, sitting for a long time after he leaves.
If he’s like this with me, is he like this with everyone?
I don’t want anyone else to touch him. I want him to myself.
I want to own him.
And I know that’s so dangerous, because I can’t have him.