Chapter 21 Logan #2
I last two seconds before I dive in, grab the back of his head, and press my lips to his. He groans into my mouth which makes my cock leak with precum as I swallow his moans.
My hand keeps moving, jacking both of us as our bodies rock together. The heat is stupid. Dizzying. I can feel every twitch, every sound he makes, how he gasps into me like he can’t breathe unless we’re touching.
Fuck, he tastes so good. Feels so good.
“Fuck, I can feel how bad you want it,” I groan against his lips, slowing my pace. “You gonna come all over me, baby?”
He whines, grinding harder into my hand. “God, you’re such a fucking tease. I swear to God, Logan, if you stop now—”
His words get cut off when something hits the ground.
My entire body goes still.
Nathan freezes too, but it’s me who pulls away first. I slap my hand over his mouth without thinking, my heart launching into my throat. My cock’s still hard. My hand’s still wrapped around both of us. We are so goddamn naked.
His eyes are wide, chest heaving, lips parted under my palm.
Every second we wait feels like a goddamn century. The water crashes down around us while I strain to hear anything—footsteps, voices, a door.
“Anyone there?” I ask.
Nothing.
My shoulders drop and I breathe out, trying to slow my pulse. It must have been a shampoo bottle or something.
I slowly peel my hand off his mouth. His lips are pink and kiss-swollen and he looks like he’s about to die.
I brush my thumb along his jaw, smirking a little despite the adrenaline. “We’re fine.”
His shoulders drop in relief and I lean in to press my lips to his once again.
“Turn around,” I say, giving his ass a squeeze, because, well, how could I not?
Nathan stiffens. His eyes go wide and he looks at me like I just told him I was about to propose.
My lips twitch. “Relax, goalie. I’m not gonna fuck you.” I pause. “Yet.”
His brows shoot up. “Then why—”
“Trust me.”
He hesitates for half a second, then slowly turns.
He places his palms flat to the tile, head bowed, and his back…
holy hell. That perfect fucking goalie ass is arched perfectly for me while water pours over his shoulders, tracing every sharp line of muscle, every dip and ridge, until it disappears down the curve of his back and makes me want to get on my knees and thank whatever God gave me this view.
Fuck, he’s so gorgeous.
“Mmm. Such a good boy for me,” I murmur, pressing gently between his shoulder blades, guiding him forward just a little, until he bends for me. “Keep your hands right there.”
My hands coast over his hips, my thumbs dragging along his hips. I step in close and slide my cock between his cheeks which makes him shudder under my touch.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes.
“That feel good?” I ask, brushing my lips on his spine.
“Yeah,” he says, then presses back into me, his ass grinding just enough to make my eyes roll.
I reach around and wrap my hand around his cock again. He gasps, his hips jerking forward but I keep my strokes matching the slow grind of my hips. He’s shaking under my hand, panting against the tile, his whole body open and vulnerable.
“You don’t even know how hot you are right now,” I say. “Bent over like this. Letting me slide my cock between your ass.”
He lets out a broken sound and presses back into me.
“I’m gonna fuck this ass one day,” I whisper against his ear.
His breath stutters when I grind against him.
“You like the sound of that?”
“Fuck yes,” Nathan groans, his voice wrecked.
I chuckle, tightening my grip around his cock and jerking him faster, fucking the space between his cheeks until I come with a choked breath and spill all over that tight, pink hole I can’t wait to explore.
He comes a second later with a low groan, spilling all over my hand. We both sag against the wall, the water rinsing us clean as we catch our breath.
I kiss the back of his neck when I’ve settled and he turns around, breathing hard.
He licks his lips, watching me. “Have you ever… bottomed?”
The question catches me off guard. My brows lift, but I let out a breath and nod. “Yeah,” I say eventually, dragging a hand through my wet hair. “I’m more of a top, but I’ve done it. A few times.”
Nathan doesn’t look away. If anything, he looks more focused now, like he’s tucking that answer away and turning it over in his head.
Nathan swallows, his gaze dropping briefly to my mouth. “What’s it like?”
I remember him saying he wanted to fuck me that night in the kitchen, and even though I’ve always pictured him bent over while I push inside him… I’d be lying if the thought of him over me didn’t make my cock twitch.
I smirk and trace a finger down his abs, water still trailing between each dip and ridge. “Intense,” I murmur. “Good, if the person actually knows what they’re doing and gives a shit about your pleasure.”
His breathing hitches. A drop of water clings to his temple, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. “How do you… prep for it?”
I pause, blinking a few times, the question catching me off guard. “Jesus,” I breathe out, running a hand down my face.
His face flames immediately. “Fuck. Sorry. That—I didn’t mean to make it weird. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No—hey.” My hands fly to his hips, stopping him from stepping away from me.
“It’s not that. I just… I’ve never talked about it before.
” I exhale. “I’ve never had a boyfriend or anything like that.
Not that you’re… you know.” I break off, dragging a hand over my mouth.
God, I suck at this. “I usually just show up, fuck, and leave,” I admit.
Nathan’s brows pull together. “Forget it,” he mutters. “I’ll figure it out.”
He starts to turn, but I catch his wrist. “Hayes, wait. I want to talk about it,” I assure him. “I’m just not used to it. That’s all.”
He watches me carefully. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” I say, nodding. “I’ve only bottomed a handful of times,” I admit with a small chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck. “So I wouldn’t call myself an expert.”
“That’s okay.” He holds my gaze. “It’s just us, right?”
Those words knock the wind out of me.
I nod, smiling faintly. “Yeah. It’s just us.”
Nathan lets out a breath, softer now. I can tell he’s still nervous. But I can also see the curiosity flashing in his eyes.
“So…” he says, clearing his throat. “What do I need to know?”
I huff out a laugh. Figures. Nathan Hayes is a perfectionist when it comes to everything. It’s only right he’d want to be a pro at taking my cock, too.
“Lube. Fingers. Talking. Trust.” I shoot him a grin. “I’ll walk you through all of it. If—and when—you’re ready.”
He watches me for a second longer, then nods slowly, like he’s taking it all in.
I clear my throat, force a grin, and knock my forehead lightly against his.
“Come on,” I murmur. “Let’s get out of here before someone actually catches us.”
He huffs out a laugh and follows me out of the showers as we walk back into the empty locker room and finish getting dressed.
But the whole time, I keep sneaking glances toward him, catching him do the same.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone like this before.
And it honest-to-God scares the hell out of me.