Chapter 10
Miles
With just spit, Logan’s dick felt like a lot, even with my size and his.
For a moment, as he breached me, I wondered if I’d made a mistake.
Except perfect heat radiated through my ass and groin, a pulsing need that made the sting and pull minor inconveniences.
I heard him spit again, and the sound added to the raunchy perfection of taking his cock.
I wasn’t hard now, but fuck, I was more on fire than I’d ever been.
I couldn’t find words, my whole body focused on that pressure and stretch, but I groaned and hoped he’d take it as encouragement.
Logan echoed the sound and pushed forward.
A sharper pang went through my ass, then he slid an inch farther in.
His motions seemed smoother. Logan always leaked like a fucking faucet, and that probably helped.
He rocked against me, small motions, thrust and pull, stretch and cling.
The room faded to a dark haze. My breath rasped in my throat.
The sound of Logan’s gasps and grunts echoed in my ears.
He didn’t try to reach around now, and I liked that he knew me so well.
A dick up my ass made me sensitive in odd ways.
We’d tried, but I didn’t like my dick touched when he did this.
Instead, I rode the feelings deep inside, the intense pressure and drag and the electric pulses as Logan hit my prostate.
I grunted in time to his short thrusts. “Uh, nuh, ngh.” Heat grew inside me, powerful but not close to spilling over.
“Fuck, gonna come.” Logan groaned. “Sorry, too fast, fuuuck.”
“Do it. Fill my ass.” I clenched my teeth as he fucked harder. Fire scorched my asshole, but before I had to call time-out, Logan shouted and bucked against me, his fingers digging into my hips.
“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck. Jesus!” Logan froze, pressed against me. I could feel the shudders racking him where his groin pressed against my butt. Two last little pumps squelched wetly, then he collapsed over my back, heaving deep breaths against my shoulders. “Fuck, Miles.”
I reached around awkwardly to press him onto my back with my wrist. “So good.”
Logan kissed my spine, then straightened up and eased out. I held back a hiss of discomfort. I’d feel him for days and I fucking welcomed that, wanted it. As soon as he was off me, I rolled over and held out my arms. “C’mere.”
Logan’s face shone with sweat and his cheeks were flushed. He dropped onto me and burrowed into my neck. “God, Miles, why is it so fucking perfect with you?”
“Because I’m a sex god?” I suggested, rather than what I ached to say.
Logan laughed and bit my chin. “Right. So godlike.”
“Hey, seven-point-four seconds for you to come,” I teased. “That’s godlike powers.”
“Fucker.” Logan bit me harder. “That was a few minutes, at least.”
“Maybe twelve seconds. I guess you missed me.”
Logan choked. “Sorry. Although I did.”
I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and hugged him close. “I missed you too, and a short fuck wasn’t bad, in this case. My ass knows you were there.”
“Are you sore?”
“It’s fine.” I shrugged under his weight. “Exactly what I wanted.”
Logan wriggled out of my hold and slid down my body. “Let me take care of you too.”
“Won’t say no.” I propped my head higher on the pillows to watch as he kissed his way down my furry stomach and licked along my dick, which was beginning to chub up again.
“Mm, missed this too.” Logan sucked my whole cock deep, then slid halfway off as I got fully hard in his mouth. He licked and mouthed me, then looked up. “Someday, I’ll deep-throat you when you’re hard.”
I don’t need that. Logan sucking me off was always perfect, but I said, “It’s good to have goals.”
Logan’s chuckle warmed my chest. We’d always had fun, in bed and out. I’d missed that too, sex that didn’t have to be serious or desperate to be hot as hell. I grabbed his head and steered him back to my dick. “Less talk, more suck.”
He flicked a heated glance up at me, then bent to his task.
Fuck, Logan had a talented mouth, the things he did with his tongue and throat, and he used his hands, not just pumping the base of my shaft but rolling my balls in his fingers, tugging lightly on my sac, pressing over my taint till my whole groin buzzed from the stimulation.
All while bobbing his head up and down till my cock filled his pretty mouth and bumped against his throat.
I groaned and cursed, more inarticulate sounds.
My rock-hard cock was leaking now, and when Logan pulled off to lick my slit, my precum shining on his lips, climax boiled up inside me.
I came in an explosion of pleasure. All the building heat pulsed through my groin and out my dick.
I painted Logan’s lips and face and hair in splashes of white.
He shut his eyes against the facial, laughing as my slowing shots hit his chin and dripped down his neck.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Sorry. Should’ve warned you.”
“I don’t mind.” Logan grinned, his eyelids scrunched shut. “You might have to lead me to the bathroom, though, so I don’t get jizz in my eyes.”
“Yeah. Okay.” We’d all been there and didn’t want to repeat the experience. “We can shower together. Come on.” I eased my legs from around him and climbed off the bed, reaching for his hand. “This way.”
As I led Logan into the bathroom, I glanced in the wall-length mirror.
There we were, both naked, both tousled and sweaty and sticky with cum, both smiling like we’d won the lottery.
I wanted to kiss Logan a bunch more times, but first things first. I led him to one of the dual sinks and turned on lukewarm water, then guided his hand to the faucet.
“Here, rinse your face. I’ll get you a cloth.
” I found a washcloth and tucked it into his other hand.
“Thanks.” He bent to the sink, splashing the water over his face, his closed eyelids sparkling with the drops as he washed away my cum. I stood there as he rinsed and wiped, unable to move my feet. “Are you starting the shower?” Logan asked, his eyes still shut.
“Soon.” The moment he opened his eyes and straightened, I hauled his naked, compact body against me and kissed the shit out of him. After a short, surprised breath, he kissed me back.
“Hi, there,” he murmured at last, leaning back in my arms to look up at me.
“Hi.”
“Shower?” Logan asked.
That meant letting go of him, but my ass was making itself felt. “Yeah. Good idea. Piss first, then hot water.”
We didn’t do more than press together in the spacious shower, turning around to get the spray onto our backs, holding each other close enough it almost became a dance.
I rubbed shampoo into Logan’s dark hair and rotated so his back hit the water, shivering as I watched him, his head tilted, eyes closed, the column of his neck a perfect line as he rinsed.
The hotel provided thick white terrycloth robes, and when we were done, I wrapped Logan in his, then draped mine over my shoulders.
“Doesn’t fit, huh?” Logan grinned up at me.
“Not quite.” I might’ve been able to wrestle it on, but I wanted to go back to bed and be naked with my… “Hey, boyfriend?”
“Yeah?” Logan raised an eyebrow, then said, “Oh. Is this soon?”
“I don’t want to hold back.” I glanced away, met his eyes in the mirror, and turned to him.
“I spent a whole year keeping a distance between us and feeling miserable. We fucked up, we admitted it. I want you back. Whatever that looks like. If you’re in the closet, we can work around that. I want you. No terms and conditions.”
He set a warm palm over my heart, his calluses rough against my skin. “Me too. I have from the moment I sent those stupid, fucking cowardly texts.”
“Enough.” I raised his chin and kissed him. “Less beating ourselves up over it, more planning. Can you spend the night?”
“Here?”
“Yes. I’m going to find somewhere for Avery to live—“
“I’m okay if you tell her about us. About me,” Logan offered.
“Thank you.”
“Rachel knows, and she’s with Rachel, so it only makes sense.”
“Yes.” Rachel had kept Logan’s identity secret a long time, even with her grudge against him. She’d restricted her badmouthing to “Miles’s ex” around Avery. Fuck, I was going to have damage control to do when I told Rachel we were back together.
One thing at a time. Rachel was thousands of miles away and she could wait. “We can tell Avery, and that’ll help, but tonight, I just want to be with you. No explanations, no backstory, no one else around.”
“Sounds good to me.” Logan led the way back to the main room. “I have morning practice, though, and I should go home, change, and get my car first.”
“I have to work anyhow. High school starts at an ungodly hour. Fuck.” I was a morning person and usually didn’t mind the hours, but tonight I resented cutting my time with Logan short.
He dropped his robe, sat on the bed, and reached for me. “We’ll have other mornings. Let’s enjoy tonight. I want to sleep next to you. It’s been too damned long.”
“Right.” I hauled the covers back up the end of the bed and pulled them over us as I climbed in beside Logan. “C’mere.”
He snuggled in where he belonged, his back to my chest, my arms around him.
His round hockey ass rested against my dick, and the warmth made me twitch, but I’d already come so hard I had nothing left.
This was perfect, simply like this. Too soon for I love you, after all the hurts, but the words wanted to rise to my lips anyway.
I kissed his hair, reached behind me to turn out the lamp, and pulled him closer.