Chapter 19 Logan #2
I pull off my hoodie and shirt, letting him watch me. His gaze flicks down my chest, lingers on my abs, then definitely catches on the tent in my briefs.
“Like what you see?” I ask with a cocky grin.
“Kind of unfair how hot you are,” he mumbles, shoving a hand through his hair.
I grin and step out of my briefs, my cock springing free, already hard, leaking at the tip and his eyes go wide.
“Speechless, Hayes?” I ask, stepping in close. “God, I fucking love your eyes on me.”
I spit in my palm and reach down, taking both our cocks in hand. The groan he lets out is downright sinful.
“Holy shit,” he moans, his hips twitching.
“You like that?” I stroke slowly, pressing us together, the slick slide of skin-on-skin dizzying as hell.
“Y-yeah,” he stutters. “Fuck. Logan—”
I lean in and kiss him, grinding our cocks together in my fist. He gasps into my mouth, moaning when I squeeze a little tighter.
“You ever jerk off with a guy before?” I murmur against his lips.
He shakes his head, his lips parted on a silent gasp.
“Well,” I say, stroking faster, “first time for everything.”
He whimpers. Actually fucking whimpers and grinds into me, chasing the friction.
“God, this is fun. You’ve got no idea what’s coming next,” I murmur against his lips and before he can even process what I mean, I drop to my knees.
I drag my hands down his thighs, feeling the muscles of his thighs under my palms, remembering the last time I had my hands on his leg and how he freaked out.
He isn’t freaking out now, though. He wants it, as his cock so politely lets me know when it jumps as soon as my breath hits it.
“Oh, Christ,” he groans, his hips shifting forward, like he can’t help it.
I glance up, and the sight nearly undoes me. His eyes are half-closed, head tipped back against the wall, mouth open. The flush spreading down his neck looks so good I can’t stop staring. I drag my tongue up the edge of his stomach, feeling him tremble.
“Please tell me someone’s done this to you before,” I murmur.
“Yes,” he manages, his breath breaking. “But… I’ve never wanted it as much as I want this.”
Fuck. Me. There’s no way to explain what that does to a guy, hearing him say he wants this, that it’s not just about getting off but about wanting me.
My pulse kicks up and I wrap my hand around him, watching his head fall back against the wall. The first stroke earns me this strangled groan that sounds like he’s trying to swallow his own voice.
“Breathe, Hayes,” I say with a chuckle. “You’re gonna pass out before I even start.”
He exhales hard. “Not my fault you—fuck—” His words cut off when I lick from base to tip in one long, slow stroke, his knees nearly giving out.
I hum around him, letting the vibration drag another moan from him, and then I start working him with my mouth.
My tongue plays with his slit, dipping in, sucking the beads of pre-cum that promises more.
I pull back and spit down his shaft, using my hand to stroke what I can’t fit in my mouth, swiping the tip every time I pull off to breathe.
He cries out, his hips jerking, trying to fuck my mouth. “Ohhh fuck, Logan—shit—”
His voice is wrecked, and I eat it up. I live for the way he moans like he’s losing control, gasping, shaking, not holding back for a second. Every ragged breath, every desperate whimper just turns me on more. It feeds something deep in my gut, something greedy, something that wants to ruin him.
But fuck, he’s so big. So thick and hot, twitching against my tongue as I suck him deeper, inch by inch. I feel the weight of him on my tongue, the way the head drags across the roof of my mouth as I slide him deeper inside my mouth.
I moan around him and the vibration makes his hips jerk.
I grab his thighs to keep him still and push forward again, working past the tight ache in my jaw, taking more.
His cock pulses in my mouth, and I flatten my tongue, swallowing him deeper, inch by thick inch, until the head bumps the back of my throat.
He gasps, his head hitting the wall behind him. “Fuck, Logan. Your mouth—”
My eyes water, but I don’t stop. I press forward, my throat flexing around him, easing him past the point of no return. There’s a moment where my gag reflex threatens to kick in, but I breathe slow through my nose and take him all the way.
My lips meet the base of his groin, the hair there brushing against my cheeks. His cock is stuffed in my throat, my nose buried against his pelvis, and he loses it.
“I didn’t know it could feel this fucking good. Ahhh—Fuck, I’m not going to last.”
He’s shaking, groaning, his hips twitching but holding back from thrusting. I feel every throb of his cock in my throat, feel the spit and precum slicking my lips. I stay there, hollowing my cheeks, sucking him deeper, and a low, choked groan is ripped straight from his spine.
I pull back an inch, breathe, then slide down again, sucking hard as I bury him all over again, taking him balls-deep.
His legs nearly give out.
“Y-you’re so fucking good at this,” he gasps, his voice breaking. “How the fuck are you this good?”
I look up at him, my eyes glassy from the stretch, and his mouth drops open like it’s too much, like the sight of me with his cock all the way down my throat might just push him over the edge.
He groans so loud I have no fucking clue how the guys don’t hear it, his body shaking as I suck him. His thighs shake and his hand grips tighter in my hair.
“I’m gonna—Logan, I’m—I’m gonna fucking come—please, fuck, please—don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop—”
Oh, fuck. Demanding Nathan is hot as fuck.
I do as I’m told and suck harder, drool spilling down my chin, the slick sound of my mouth working him filling the room.
His cock pulses on my tongue and then he’s coming, gasping my name, twitching in my mouth and I swallow every drop he gives me, sucking him through it, not daring to stop until he’s groaning and sagging into the wall.
He’s still gasping when I finally pull off, letting his cock drag along my tongue one last time before it slips free with a wet, sloppy pop.
He’s trembling, breathing heavy like he just ran a mile, his eyes glazed looking so deliciously wrecked.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, smirking up at him.
“Holy shit.” he says, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”
I grin, licking the taste of him from my lips. “Not yet.”
He lets out a breathless laugh. “Fuck, I don’t even know where I am right now.”
“Don’t worry. You’re gonna come back down eventually,” I say, pressing a kiss to his thigh before I lift onto my feet, meeting his eyes, my thumb brushing against his cheek. “You okay, though?”
He nods, a breathless laugh escaping him. “Yeah. More than okay.” He hesitates, chewing his lip, eyes flicking down, then back up to mine. “Can I… do it to you?”
I stare at him for half a few seconds, the question catching me off guard, before my mouth curves into a grin. “You can do anything you want to me.”
I step back without breaking eye contact, sit on the edge of the bed, then lean back onto my elbows, spreading my legs a little, my cock so painfully hard. “C’mere.”
He steps toward me and climbs onto the bed, his knees brushing the edge of mine as he settles between my legs.
His hands land on my thighs, shaking a little. My cock twitches and his eyes fall to it, licking his lips, like he doesn’t know how to handle it—me—but wants to.
I let him just look, because I want him to look. I want him to see how badly I want him, how hard I am just from having him between my legs, his hands on me and his eyes eating me alive.
His eyes flick up to mine, nerves swirling in them. “I don’t…” He pauses. “Just tell me if I mess it up.”
“You couldn’t,” I murmur with a shake of my head. There’s no way he could make me feel anything but good. I want it too much. Want him too much.
His lips brush my skin, right at the base, just a soft kiss that sends heat spearing down my spine.
My fingers slide into his hair. “Start with your tongue,” I tell him. “Get me wet.”
The first lick is tentative, but it’s so good. His tongue flattens against the underside of my cock and drags up so slowly that it makes my thighs tense and my breath catch.
“Fuuuck,” I breathe, my hips twitching up.
He hums, the sound vibrating against the tip, and I groan. That makes him a little braver, wrapping his hand around the base of my cock as he leans in and sucks the head.
I choke on a strangled sound stuck in my throat.
His mouth is so hot. So wet. I can feel his inexperience in the way he moves carefully, but fuck, there’s nothing hotter than the way he wants it.
Every time I moan, he gets bolder. His lips slide down farther, he sucks harder, sloppier, and when spit starts to drip down his fist, I bite my lip to keep from grabbing his hair and stuffing myself into his throat.
“Nathan—” I groan, tipping my head back. “Fuck, baby. You’re doing so fucking good.”
He pulls off, panting, his lips shiny and his cheeks pink. “You like it?”
“Like?” I laugh, breathless. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”
He makes this low moan in his throat and sinks back down, taking me deeper, sloppier, working me faster.
He sucks like he’s addicted to my cock. I glance down, the sight of my cock disappearing between his lips making me dizzy.
My cock is so hard, throbbing in his mouth and I feel the orgasm building behind my ribs. He takes me so fucking deep and his throat tightens when I hit the back of it, moaning around me.
Jesus. Of course he’d be a pro at sucking cock.
“Fuck, Nathan. Ughh, baby, I’m—I’m gonna—”
I don’t even get the words out. My cock jerks between his lips and I come hard, so fucking hard I see white.
My stomach clenches as I spill into his mouth.
He chokes, but doesn’t back off, swallowing what he can.
The rest dribbles out over his fist, streaking across my abs while his hand strokes me through it, dragging every last pulse out of me until I’m trembling under him.
My chest heaves as I start to come down and I glance down at him between my thighs, his lips slick with spit and my cum and his chest rising with shallow breaths. He looks up at me like he just came from sucking me off.
And fuck, I want him again already.
“Good boy,” I rasp, my hand sliding into his hair, brushing my thumb on the side of his face. “Lick it up.”
His eyes widen, his cheeks flush deeper, but he leans down, his tongue dragging across my stomach licking up the cum that spilled. My cock twitches, still oversensitive, but aching again at the sight.
He keeps going, cleaning me up with soft, messy licks that make my stomach jump. When he’s done, he lifts his head and our eyes meet.
He licks his lips and I lose it. I grab the back of his neck and pull him toward me, dragging him up into my lap until he’s sprawled over me, one of his thighs slipping between mine.
I slide a hand to the back of his neck and kiss him hard, tasting myself on his tongue, groaning right into his mouth.
My hand drifts lower, sliding over the back of his hip before I cup his ass and the sound he lets out against my mouth goes straight to my head. I give it a squeeze, because… Jesus, goalies really do have the best asses, and he gasps like he’s trying not to fall apart on me.
He shifts forward instinctively, grinding his softening cock over mine, but fuck if that little desperate press doesn’t make it twitch to life again. He groans at the friction, like he can’t help it, his hips rolling again.
We shift onto our sides and just lie there, breathing hard, our skin sticking where we touch and our limbs tangled.
His forehead’s tucked against my neck, and I can feel the heat pouring off him.
His whole face is hot and he’s trying to hide it, which is adorable and just makes me want to push him onto his back and keep kissing him until he forgets his own name.
I press a kiss into his hair. “So… first taste of cock. Thoughts?”
He chokes out a breath and makes this spluttering noise that sounds almost like a laugh. “Christ, Logan. You can’t just—” He shakes his head.
“It’s an important milestone, Hayes. There should be reflection. Feedback. Maybe a review.”
That makes him laugh, muffled against my skin and he pulls back just far enough to glance up at me. “I liked it,” he says after a second. “More than I thought I would.”
I smile, wrapping my arms around his waist as I shift back, drawing him against me fully. He fits too well. “Yeah?”
He doesn’t answer right away, but he shifts closer, his fingers tracing my chest. “Yeah,” he whispers.
He’s blushing slightly, still curled up against me and it feels so good. But then, he glances toward the door and swallows harshly and I know I’m going to hate whatever comes out of his mouth next.
“I should probably go,” he says.
My stomach clenches but I let out a low breath, already knowing the deal. “Yeah,” I say with a laugh. “Before they start asking why the shower’s been running for thirty minutes without you in it.”
He huffs out a laugh and sits up, glancing around my room where our clothes are thrown everywhere. I lean up on my elbows, watching him grab his clothes, shoving them back on, erasing the evidence of what just happened here.
He fixes his hair with one hand, smooths out his clothes like if he gets every wrinkle right, no one’ll notice that his lips are still swollen, or that he looks like he just got his soul sucked out of him.
I stay where I am, not reaching for him again. Not saying what I want to say—like, stay. Fall asleep here. Or, fuck it, let me hold you until I get enough of you.
But I don’t. I just watch him as I grab my own clothes and start getting dressed.
He hesitates at the edge of the bed when he finishes getting dressed and just watches me. There are about a million different expressions crossing his face, and I wish I knew what all of them meant.
I don’t really have time to think about it, though, because he closes the space between us, cups my face and kisses me. It’s so slow and soft, and I want so desperately for it to mean something.
He pulls back, his eyes flicking across my face and doesn’t say anything before he turns, opens my door and walks out, the door closing behind him.
I fall back on my bed and stare up at the sock spinning on the fan, still tasting him on my lips, still feeling the way he curled into me like he didn’t want to leave. I sure as hell didn’t want him to. I wanted him to stay, to kiss him again, to just look into his eyes until I fell asleep.
I groan into my hands.
God, I am so fucked.