Chapter 21
Gage
I lay naked on the edge of the bed, my ass in Logan’s hands, legs over his shoulders, and for once incredibly happy to be on my back.
I’d never been rimmed in my life and— A shudder ripped through me as his tongue fucked my hole.
Oh my fucking god, how was this so good?
His breath, hot on my skin, the sensuality of his mouth working, the sounds he made, the way his hands held me close, even the gentle scratch of his beard against my bare skin—it all unraveled any hesitation I might have felt.
I was utter putty in this man’s hands and loved every second of it.
I was hard as a rock, almost leaking pre-come, but I refused to touch my cock. If I did, I’d get off almost immediately, and I didn’t want this to end yet. I knotted my fingers into the sheets, giving myself some kind of grounding, because I felt like I was flying apart.
He pulled free, and I almost protested. Sir, I did not give you approval to do that!
Then two fingers slid in and my protest died, replaced with an animalistic groan I didn’t even recognize coming out of my own throat. Yes, that was what I wanted, but it wasn’t at the same time, I wanted…wanted something to go deeper, harder.
Hot breath breezed over my balls before Logan’s plush lips sucked them in. I whimpered, pleasure overloading my system, but the glide of a tongue over a sensitive area was too delicious. I didn’t want him to stop.
Logan slowly stood from his kneeling position, and knowing what he wanted to do next, I didn’t protest when he pulled mouth and fingers free.
I felt dazed, hungry, suspended in pure emotion.
I’d put myself completely in this man’s hands, relinquished all control, and for the first time in my life, I reveled in it.
No responsibilities, no cares, just following where Logan led. It was, in a word, blissful.
I had no idea when he’d put a condom on, I didn’t have that kind of focus, I just registered it as he slowly lined up and pushed steadily, gently in.
Having his big cock slide in made my entire system come alive in a way I’d never experienced before.
I arched, head tilting back, hands in the sheets becoming a stranglehold.
Still, he pushed in, and that incredible heat felt like a brand.
Or a revelation. I wasn’t even sure anymore, just knew I wanted more of it.
He slid home with a grunt, eyes heavy lidded as he looked down at me. “How are you, honey?”
I wanted to tell him if he stopped now, I’d murder him. I wanted to tell him to start fucking, and do it hard. I couldn’t grasp the words I needed. Keep…something. I opened my mouth, scrambling for words, and came up with “Not apples.”
“Not apples, huh?” A very smug, masculine smile curved his mouth up. Those brown eyes, though, they were all hunger. “Remind me to give you a go-ahead word next time.”
That was it! That was the word I’d been looking for! God, this man had beauty and brains. I was so fucking lucky.
Logan took me at my word and slid back an inch, then pushed in, still gentle. Which felt great but also not what I needed right now.
This damn man was a tease. “Lo-Logan!”
“I hear the protest. This better?”
His next thrust was harder, spot on, and I spasmed.
God, yes, so much better. Each thrust was harder, so hard I moved across the bed a bit, but I couldn’t focus.
The sensation of having him fuck me took all my bandwidth.
Little grunts and gasps tore from my throat, and I became nothing more than a live wire of pleasure.
He got a knee up on the bed, and I vaguely realized I’d moved so much with each thrust, I wasn’t at the edge anymore.
Logan paused enough to get the other knee up, and then he leaned all the way in, forcing my legs farther apart, but I was eager to have him closer.
I grasped his shoulders, pulling him in, wanting every inch of my skin to press against his.
Those thrusts had a different angle, but it was glorious, fulfilling, and I could feel his breath panting on my shoulder.
I needed…I needed something more.
Him closer.
Harder thrusts.
To come.
Something.
I felt like I dangled on the cusp of something, and I just wanted anything that would take me over the edge.
A palm pressed to my mouth and I licked it, not even sure why—it just felt like the right thing to do.
His skin tasted of salt, and I heard him suck in a shuddering breath as my tongue traced his palm.
“You’re determined to drive me insane.” Logan grunted, taking the hand away.
How dare you take my toy away— Oh! The saliva-wet palm wrapped around my dick and jerked it, giving me the attention I craved so desperately.
I clamped my ankles around his back, trying to drive him in deeper, and it was like I’d flipped a switch.
He groaned, and the next thrust was harder and perfect, striking my prostate dead-on.
I saw stars, barely caught my breath before he did it again, and motherfucker, why was this so amazing?
My climax came with a bang, ripping through me, and I fell apart in his arms. I think I screamed—I felt the sensation of air rushing out of my throat—but I focused on the relief, the pleasure, the way his arms snatched me close.
Wow, the world was beautiful. I was just going to…hmmm…lie here a while, yeah. Was afterglow supposed to be like this? I felt high, so relaxed and almost disconnected from the outside world, and thriving on this pleasure still tingling along my skin.
I think I checked out for a second. I heard Logan use mouthwash, or brush his teeth, or something, which made sense considering where his mouth had been.
Then he came back with a damp towel, carefully wiping me clean before settling in next to me.
I snagged an arm, pulled him in closer, and managed to get my eyes open and focused on his.
“Holy shit,” I managed. “Can we do it again?”
A smile broke out over his face before he leaned in, softly pressing his lips to mine. “We can do it again. I’d love to reverse things too.”
“I can’t promise to break your brain like you just broke mine, but I’ll give it my all.”
Logan stayed slightly propped up, head on his hand, looking down at me while his other hand rested on my stomach. “I didn’t do anything earth shattering, y’know?”
First of all, bullshit, this man was a sex god. Second of all… “That was the first time I’ve ever been rimmed.”
Logan’s head almost dropped out of his hand in surprise. “Seriously?!”
“I’ve rimmed people before, but never the reverse. No one really rims a top, after all.”
He still stared like he was trying to wrap his head around my statement and kind of failing. “Thank you. I finally understand what you meant, I think. About not trusting anyone else to get so close. I’m…wow. Damn, I have no idea what I did to make you trust me that much, but go me?”
I laughed and kissed his pec—the closest thing I could reach without doing something super athletic and actually lifting my head. I didn’t have the energy yet.
“You were willing to wait for sex and weren’t impatient about it,” I said. “That told me what kind of man you are, right there.”
“It’s a very sad, low bar to cross.”
“One most can’t cross.”
“I’m not saying otherwise.” Logan shook his head. “But you are worth every moment of waiting for, hon. In more ways than one.”
My throat started to tighten with impending tears.
No, I refused to cry right now, absolutely not.
I leaned in to kiss him because I just had to.
He was being so sweet, and I didn’t have the words to tell him how much I appreciated him, how much his words meant.
Logan kissed back with a soft hum, as if he were purring with contentment.
I cleared my throat and attempted to lighten the mood again. “So, now that you’ve proven we have amazing chemistry, I have to ask, what are your kinks—”
My phone chose that moment to ring.
I closed my eyes, already willing to chuck it out the window, because how dare anyone try to interrupt me right now.
Logan lifted off the bed, a glorious vision of inked, godly perfection, fetched my phone from my pants pocket, and glanced at the screen as he handed it over. “Unknown number calling?”
“Why do I have a bad feeling about this.” I stared at my phone and debated not answering.
It was almost eight o’clock, which was prime time for Cooper to call and tell me he was in serious trouble.
I needed Cooper’s trouble about as much as I needed to drink battery acid.
I don’t know why I thought of Cooper when it was an unknown number. Trauma, I guess.
“It’s okay to answer and tell whoever it is no,” Logan said, encouraging me.
Blowing out a breath, I sat up and swiped Accept but also put it on speaker. “Hello?”
The first sound of Cooper’s voice was the confirmation of every bad feeling, every twist in my gut. Shit, he must have changed numbers so he could reach me. This motherfucker.
Cooper sounded wasted, words slurring so badly I could barely understand him. “I need ya. Drunk and dis-disorder? Disorderly, that’s it.”
On a fucking Tuesday night, not even a weekend.
Was he trying to stay permanently drunk?
But seriously, had he changed his number just so he could make this phone call, to make me run to him after I’d told him I wouldn’t anymore?
I wanted to turn and bang my head against the headboard.
I wanted to rage against the heavens. I wanted to reach through the phone somehow and strangle him.
The rage and frustration built up in me like heartburn.
I felt Logan’s gaze, knew he would support me either way I went, but I was not ruining my first night with this man because my brother was determined to destroy his life.
“Cooper, I’m not picking you up.”
He sucked in a startled breath.
“I told you, from now on, you get to deal with the consequences of your actions. I’m not bailing you out anymore. I’m tired of sacrificing my life because you hate yours.”
He abruptly sounded more sober. “You can’t. Mom won’t let you—”
“Could not give two fucks what Mom says. She’s made the monster, she can deal with you. If you don’t want to spend the night in a drunk tank, then stop drinking irresponsibly.”
“You can’t leave me in here, this place is gross!”
“Boo-hoo, so sad, reflect on yourself. You’ve got the whole night to do it in. And you changing numbers like this to reach me? Won’t do any good. You’re still on lockdown until you’ve grown the fuck up.” I hung up, promptly saved and muted this new number so I didn’t accidentally answer him again.
Then let out a huge breath because I felt like I’d just come off a circus wire.
Logan immediately hugged me. “Proud of you.”
“I won’t let him ruin my relationship with you.
And he will if I let him.” I leaned in against Logan, soaking in strength, because years of conditioning still made me want to get up and go to Cooper.
But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. For once, I was prioritizing me.
For once, I wasn’t going to let guilt trips and manipulation get the better of me.
Decisively, I turned off my phone. I wouldn’t even let them reach me. Tonight was mine and Logan’s, and I didn’t need interference.
I tossed the phone to the other side of the bed and pulled Logan on top of me. “You, come here. I need a distraction and a repeat.”
Logan laughed, the sound more felt than heard, and obliged. “Now, you asked something about kinks before we were so rudely interrupted?”
“I sure did.”
“Let’s start with figuring out a good ‘keep going’ word, shall we?”