Chapter 43
FORTY-THREE
Obsessed - Jutes
I’m definitely drunk. Rolling on the high of whiskey and Logan’s lips. But as drunk as I am, I can still feel the weight of everything I’m trying to escape. Maybe this will help me erase it. Maybe it’ll get rid of the lack of justice. Maybe it’ll hide me from the corrupt people out to kill me. Hell, maybe it’ll even reach back into my childhood and make me safe again.
Not likely. But I do know one thing for sure: I want to be Logan’s first. Some animalistic part of me doesn’t want anyone else to take that. That’s not for anyone else.
So maybe that makes me a little bit gay. But I’m sure I won’t live long enough to process that anyway. So fuck it. Let them eat ass. Or, however the saying goes.
Logan has stopped pulling away. Instead, he’s pressing into me, shoving me back into the mattress.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
He takes off and then comes back with a bottle of lube. I prop myself up with my elbows, and he climbs on the bed, dropping his heavy body over mine. And fuck, he feels so fucking good, and he smells just like I always wanted to smell: masculine with his cedarwood aftershave.
“You gonna be a good boy for me?” Logan asks, kissing the edge of my mouth, then trailing his mouth down to my chin. He traces his teeth along the scruff there.
I moan, fully intending on being anything but that. As soon as this buzzing wears off, I’ll fight just to be a dick. The buzzing that tells me I’m most certainly drunk off my ass.
But Logan’s hands are tracing down my chest, and it feels hot and cold at the same time, sending pleasurable rushes through me. Then, his mouth touches down, licking a trail to my dick, and I groan.
“Good boy,” he moans. “Keep making those sounds for me.”
I flush. I’ve never been loud during sex, and now I’m embarrassing myself. But as soon as that thought is here, Logan’s mouth closes over my dick, and everything else short circuits. Immediately, there’s a heavenly pressure that eases the ache there. I moan, thrusting up into his mouth. Logan takes me, letting his spit drip all over my dick. Using one hand to squeeze the base of my dick, he grips the other one in the wetness, sucking and stroking me so expertly I nearly come right there.
But then, his other hand traces lower. More south.
I jerk up to look, the world spinning. Logan watches me with his mouth wrapped around my dick while his tongue flutters on the underside. A man is sucking my dick, and fuck, if it isn’t erotic as hell.
Then his fingers brush my asshole, and immediately, I clench.
Logan pops off my dick. “Easy, baby.” He opens the bottle, coating his fingers, and then they drop back down between my cheeks, all cold and slippery.
“I can’t–” but his fingers are sending a delicious thrill through me. Logan continues stroking my dick with one hand while the other messes with my ass.
My face flushes.
“Stop thinking,” Logan growls. “It’s just an ass. A perfect ass.” He looks at me, and I try to close my legs.
He stops me with his body. “Oh, fuck no. You can be a brat all you want, but you don’t get to be embarrassed about the thing that’s getting me off right now.”
I stare down at him. Logan’s dick is sticking up straight between his legs, dripping precum. Suddenly, for an unrelated reason, my mouth is watering.
Then, there’s pressure in my ass.
“That’s a good boy,” Logan growls. “Take my finger in your dirty little ass.”
I moan, the feeling odd but not uncomfortable. Logan grunts, slowly pumping his finger in and out. He’s looking at me with an odd look that I can’t decipher.
Before I can, there’s more pressure in my ass, and I jerk, a bite of pain accompanying it.
“Gonna have to take more than this to fit my dick.” Logan’s eyebrows are drawn into a frown that looks pained, and his pupils are blown. He sits up to spit on my ass again.
“Logan.” I shift, trying to ease the slight pain. My movement jerks his hand toward the tip of my dick, sending a thrill through me. I shudder. Why does it feel so good? It shouldn’t feel so good.
“No. Don’t come yet. I want to be balls deep in you the first time a dick makes you come.” Logan’s voice is gruff.
“Then hurry up,” I grunt. Nerves run through me. I don’t know how he’s going to get his whole dick in there. It’s just not going to work.
Logan spits on my dick again, stroking it, then shifts so his dick is next to mine. And for some reason, they look so fucking good next to each other.
Logan gives me a look, dribbling the lube on both of our dicks, then grabbing them in one hand and stroking them together.
It’s like electricity shoots through me, and everything tenses.
“No,” he says, “don’t come.” But his thighs are trembling. Just as soon as he touches them together, he moves away. He flattens out so he’s lying on top of me, using the spit from my dick to lube his own, guiding it to my entrance. And then that fear is back, taking hold of me through the fog.
His dick is huge. There’s no way it’ll fit.
“Easy.” Logan glances down at me. “You can take it.”
I’m not so fucking sure. I’m tense, trying to pull away. But the world is spinning, and I desperately want to come.
“Ronan.” Logan’s voice brings my focus back. I feel his dick slick against my asscheeks. He stops there, watching me, chest heaving against mine. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
And then he’s pressing against my hole, his hard dick demanding entrance.
Oh fuck. Nope, I can’t do it. I pull back, and Logan drops over me, keeping his weight on his elbows.
“No running.” He kisses my chest, his lips feathering over my skin, making my nipples pebble. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Logan…” I want to feel good. I’m so close to coming; I can feel the throbbing.
Suddenly, he takes a nipple in his mouth and bites. Hard.
I moan, arching my back. And then, he’s pressing into me firmly, overwhelming me with a bite of pain and pressure.
“Logan!” I arch, but he doesn’t press any further. He just holds himself over me, his powerful chest pulling in breath after breath. My own is heaving too, and I’m tense, expecting overwhelming pain. But it doesn’t come. Just a bite of it, and it only adds to the throbbing in my balls.
“Ronan,” Logan’s voice is trembling. “Fuck, Ronan.”
I shiver, expecting him to press farther, but he just waits there. “Ronan. Tell me you’re okay.”
Am I okay? I shift, sending a delicious shiver through me and making me tense, which makes Logan moan.
“Oh fuck. You feel so good, princess.”
Then, he reaches between us, grabbing my dick and gripping it, sending a deep throbbing through my body.
“Logan.” I jerk my hips in an attempt to get him to move his hand.
He moans, the movement causing him to sink an inch deeper into me.
“Oh fuck,” he says, his voice panicked. “Fuck, I’m going to?—“
Suddenly, Logan is jerking my dick hard. Immediately, pleasure runs through me, locking up all my muscles. I feel my balls draw up, and Logan groans, jerking into me. The extra insertion burns with a ring of fire, just adding to my pleasure, and I come, exploding all over his hand. Pulses of pleasure overwhelm me, gripping my entire body. It goes on for so long as I jet streams of cum between us.
Logan is trembling, breathing heavily as I come down.
I look at him, sucking in breath after breath as I come down. It takes me a hot second to realize that I just came, and Logan is just hovering over me.
“Fuck.” My cheeks burn.
I feel wetness spilling out of my ass.
Logan moves to the bathroom and then comes back with a towel. He moves as if he’s going to clean me up.
“I’ll get it.” I try to take it from him, but Logan glares at me.
“Let me.” His demand comes out harsh.
I frown. “I can take care of myself.”
Logan pauses, takes a breath, then lets it out slowly. When he talks again, his voice is less tense. “Fuck. I know you can. I mean…please let me.”
That throws me.
Logan watches me, then slowly wipes me down. I don’t like it, but I let him.
“Sorry,” he mutters, turning away. “I haven’t come that fast since high school.”
It comes to me slowly that he’s not mad at me.
“I…uh…me too?” Then I wince. I’m not sure why I said that. I’m sure I’ve come faster, but maybe not harder. I just came so hard that I’m pretty sure I might be a little gay. Which…fucking scares me a little.
Logan seems to hesitate, looking between me and the spot on the bed beside me. His face flushes even more. There’s an awkward tension in the air.
“Do you do cuddles or a shower or what?”
“Huh?” I blink and stare at him. That didn’t sound like Buffalo, but it couldn’t have been Logan. That would mean a murderer who kidnapped me because I look like his ex just asked me if I wanted cuddles.
I’m drunk off my ass.
“I’m gonna sleep,” I mutter and turn over in bed. I’m so exhausted, and I can’t see straight. There’s silence for a minute, and then I hear Logan leave the room.
I feel oddly…lonely. I close my eyes, trying to keep the bed from whirling like a blender.
Suddenly, someone slips in beside me, blending my world with a bounce.
“What the fuck?” I spin to look, making me feel a little sick.
“I got your meds.” Logan shoves the bottle at me. “Take one.”
I don’t argue because I have a feeling this hangover is gonna be one for the books.
Logan watches as I take it, then nods, taking the meds. I think he’s gonna leave the bed, but he just wraps an arm around me.
“What are you doing?” It feels weird. Wrong.
“Aftercare.”
What the hell? I’m not a sensitive flower. We fucked. I don’t need any of this handholding shit. But the world is spinning, and I just can’t seem to get up the energy to throw him off.
‘Plus, he feels really good.’
Buff is back. Because of course he is. I huff and snuggle in. Whatever. I’ll fight him tomorrow.