Chapter 3 Erik
Oh, damn. Now Logan’s going to ask for a new assignment, but it’s going to be awkward as fuck because we’re here in this hotel room together, and he’ll need to continue working for me until we return to Sweden. I open my mouth to take it back, and then he says, “I’m attracted to you, too.”
I stare at him. Open-mouthed, heart pounding, pulse racing, feeling every nerve ending in my body.
Logan … is attracted to me.
Images race through my head. Of his big hands touching me. Of me wrapping myself around him. Of him braced over me in bed as he rubs his cock against mine.
Then anger flares.
How dare he make me want him? How dare he make it … a possibility? How dare he make me wait two years—
“This is a big problem!” I say, louder than I usually speak. “I can’t be … I shouldn’t be … This isn’t right.”
Logan sits forward in his chair, elbows on knees, hands steepled in front of his face, eyes looking at me intently. “Why do you think it isn’t right?” His deep voice hits me somewhere in my marrow.
It’s also making my dick extra hard.
I huff and throw up my hands. “You know.”
He smirks. “No, Your Highness. I can guess a few things, but I want you to tell me.”
“I can’t,” I whisper, shifting my legs under me.
“You can tell me your problems, Your Highness,” Logan says. “It’s my job to watch over you.”
“I’m not supposed to want to kiss my bodyguard,” I blurt.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want you thinking you have to do it to keep your job or anything like that.”
That wipes the smile off Logan’s face. “What does kissing you have to do with my job?”
“For fuck’s sake,” I grumble, my cheeks burning and the back of my neck on fire. Am I going to die of embarrassment? “Nothing. I’m just aware of our positions. I don’t want you to feel like you have some royal command to kiss me or that you’re risking your future in any way.”
I open my mouth to say something more, but Logan moves in a flash. I watch in horror and fascination as my bodyguard sits on the couch next to me, then drags me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. “I want to kiss you, too,” Logan rumbles.
Before I can get another word out, he shuts me up. With his mouth.
Oh, god.
I have been wanting this for two years now. And it’s better than I ever could have imagined, and I never believed it would happen, and I can’t believe it’s happening now.
Logan holds my face between his hands as he kisses me. His scruff is scratchy against my cheeks. My hands fly to his dark hair, tugging at it, and he groans. I take the opportunity when his mouth is open to dive inside, my tongue now touching his. He tastes like toothpaste.
My body is on fire.
The good kind of fire. Not the sear of a jellyfish sting or the burn of salt water in scrapes. But the kind of heat that is a promise of good things to come.
“This okay?” he whispers against my lips.
“Yes,” I hiss, and he kisses me again.
One of his hands leaves my face and starts trailing down my body, drawing the fire lower. I’m getting so hard. Panting, I pull back far enough to say, “That’s okay, too.”
He gives me an amused look. “What’s okay?”
“Anything,” I whisper. “Any fucking thing you want to do is fine.”
Logan’s amused look turns heated. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you.”
“I bet I do, because I could give you a list of my own.”
His hand reaches my sweats, his fingers teasing along the elastic. “We can compare notes.” Logan raises an eyebrow, asking if it’s okay if he dips inside.
I nod.
He has hooked both of his index fingers on my waistband. I move my hips to allow him to slide the pants down, and my hard cock springs out.
For a moment, I panic that we’re going too far. “Have you ever done this with a man before?” I ask as we move so I’m lying on the couch, bare from the waist down. He rucks up my polo shirt to expose my abs, and, with a huff, I rip it off so I’m now naked under him.
Logan studies me with an expression that I can only describe as hungry.
He kisses me again, his warm hands exploring my skin.
For how big they are, his skin rough from whatever fitness regime keeps him looking like a Greek god, he’s surprisingly gentle.
Then his lips follow the path his fingers began, and he kisses his way down my torso. I arch into him, loving the attention.
I’m so distracted by the sensations, I’m at a loss when he says, “Nope.” He nuzzles my cock. “I’ve never done this. You?”
“No.”
He takes a big breath and looks up at my face, his hands on my hips. “Wanna stop?”
“Hell no,” I say. Pretty sure a pod of jellyfish could invade, all the riptides could sweep us away, the apocalypse could arrive. And I’d still want Logan to suck my cock.
“Good.” And he opens his mouth and swallows the tip.
If I weren’t lying on the couch already, I’d fall down. The pain in my leg is forgotten as all my attention focuses on the exquisite pleasure of his mouth on my cock.
It feels so, so good.
A warm, wet tongue laving the part that is so sensitive. Teasing me, making me want to thrust into him. One of his hands gripping my hip bone, the other jacking me.
After a moment, Logan doesn’t just suck on the tip but takes me down his throat until he gags, which almost makes me come.
The sight of his dark head bobbing on my cock is something I don’t want to miss, so I force my eyes to focus even as they threaten to roll back in my head.
I scratch my nails through his hair, encouraging him as I gasp in pleasure. “I’m not going to last long,” I say.
Logan shrugs his shoulders in a move that I take to mean “then don’t.”
So I just let myself enjoy it. I let myself feel every lap of his tongue, the pull of suction, the brief accidental scrape of his teeth, the way his saliva is dripping down my cock. All of it. I feel all of it.
“I’m close,” I warn.
Again, Logan doesn’t seem to mind. I take that as an invitation to enjoy the warm swipes of his tongue around my flesh and the heat of his throat. The tension and the inevitable pause before I careen into an orgasm that’s as powerful as a wave crashing.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as I spurt into Logan’s mouth. He licks and sucks and swallows me down, continuing to lap at me until I’m oversensitive and push him off.
He grins up at me, his lips swollen, his eyes wild, and I grab him by the collar and tug him to me, needing to kiss him. The taste of my come, sweet-salty-bitter, makes my dick try valiantly to rally.
With one hand, I drag Logan closer to deepen our kiss, and with the other, I reach down and cup his hard, straining erection. When we break apart, panting, I whisper, “Let me.”
A look of pain-pleasure comes across his face. One of exquisite wanting. “Whatever Your Highness wishes.”
“Here, I’m not a prince, okay?” I whisper. “I’m just Erik. Erik Nord.”
Logan leans down to kiss me again, his cock brushing my groin. “Okay, Erik Nord. What do you want me to do? I can just get off super fast.”
I grin up at him wickedly. “No, that’s the last thing I want you to do. Although I wouldn’t mind watching.”
His breath hitches as he shifts over me. “You want to watch me beat off.”
I nod.
Logan pauses for a moment, considering it. Then he nods. “Okay. Where do you want me?”
“Right next to me, where I can touch you,” I say.
We rearrange ourselves on the couch so that he’s sitting next to me, shoulder to shoulder. I go to put my pants back on, but he stops me, saying, “I want to look at you.”
My cock really rallies after that.
I undo his shorts and, with a hitch in my breath, release his cock from them.
Oh, damn, he’s big. His cock is ruddy and thick. There’s a fat vein going along the underside of its length. “I want a lick,” I say.
He makes a “be my guest” gesture.
I lean down and suck on his cock, liking the springy feeling of the head and the softness of his skin over the achingly hard erection. One of his fingers trails down my bare back. I jostle my leg and can’t stifle a moan of pain, and he pulls me up.
“You can do that later,” he says. And he grips his fat cock with his big hand and starts to stroke, looking me in the eye the entire time.
I thought him going down on me was the most erotic event of my entire life, but I was wrong. This is it. This, where Logan is letting me see him get turned on. He’s letting me see what he likes.
And what he likes is me.
Precome gushes from his tip, and I don’t know where to look. At his intense, light eyes, his strong forearms and hands, or his beautiful, sexy cock.
In the end, I watch his cock as he watches me. I reach down to rub my own cock, because this moment is hedonistic, and it needs some more relief. “Take your clothes off,” I whisper.
Logan’s hand on his dick pauses. Then he nods. Standing up, he grips his T-shirt at the back of his neck and pulls it over his head, exposing his bare chest to me. I’d only ever seen it before briefly, in the bathroom when he stripped down to his underwear.
He sheds the rest of his clothes and stands in front of me, a naked mountain of a man.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I whisper.
He grins.
My hands grip his thighs, and I spread my legs and bring him closer. I kiss his navel as his hands run through my short hair. Then I suck on his cock again, this time fondling my own dick as I do it.
“Damn, Erik. That feels so fucking good,” he pants.
He’s big, and it’s hard to get him all in my mouth without gagging. But I manage it a few times.
“Here,” he says. “Move. Let me come next to you.”
I turn onto my side on the couch. It’s a tight fit, but he wedges himself next to me, and now all of his warm, naked skin is touching mine. We each have one arm under the other’s neck, and our free hands grip each other’s cock.
And now our hips are moving in time with our stroking as we kiss and kiss.
Even though I just came, it barely took the edge off.
I want that bliss again. I want to only spend my time getting off with this man.
I want this, even though I know that’s not realistic.
For tonight I’m going to pretend I can have it. I want to have him …
“Logan, fuck me,” I whisper.
He pauses and blinks. “Wait, what?”
“Please,” I say. “I need you inside me.”
Logan takes a deep breath. “Lead the way, Your Highness.”