Chapter 23 Nathan #2
“Holy fuck.” My voice comes out broken, absolutely wrecked from the pleasure coursing through my body. Logan hums around me, his mouth swallowing me deeper and his fingers stretching me, twisting, pressing, making me shake underneath him.
Then his mouth slides lower, slower, teasing down my cock, my balls, and further, his breath hot against my skin.
He pulls his fingers out, leaving me open and empty, clenching around nothing, desperate for any touch at all. His hands grip my thighs, holding me wide for him, and my whole body locks up.
“Wait. What are you—?”
“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice all rumbly and gritty, and sexy as hell. “Trust me.”
And then—oh fuck—his tongue is right there, licking at my rim.
“Logan—fuck—” I cry out, my whole body arching off the bed.
He groans like he’s been starving for this, like he’s been dreaming of eating my ass for days, and all I can do is hang on while the pleasure rips me apart.
I’m lost. So far gone I couldn’t find my way back if I tried, pleasure burning through me until I’m nearly sobbing and it feels so fucking good I don’t remember how to breathe. My cock is leaking helplessly against my stomach and Logan groans again, like the taste of me is driving him crazy.
I can’t breathe, can’t think, every lick sending shockwaves through me, my body desperate and my mind completely wiped out. It’s so much and not enough, and just when I think I can’t take any more, he pulls back and fills me with his fingers, the stretch so fucking delicious I welcome it.
The emptiness where his tongue was makes me whimper, but then he leans down and wraps his mouth around my cock again, sucking me down in one hungry slide.
His fingers move faster, crooking up just right, fucking me open while his mouth works my cock. I’m gasping, whining, rolling my hips helplessly between the stretch and the slick heat of his mouth.
He pulls his fingers out and pulls off my cock with a filthy slurp, letting his spit drip down over the head, stroking me with his fist. He looks down at me, his mouth slick and swollen and his eyes burning with arousal.
“Fuck, look at you,” he says with a groan. “So fucking needy. You gonna come already? Can’t get enough, can you?”
“Stop fucking teasing me,” I manage, my voice desperate as I thrust my hips up into the empty air, just needing friction, any friction.
He barely brushes his lips to the head of my cock, making me twitch and moan. “But I love teasing you, baby,” he murmurs, with a smirk as he drags his lips along the length of my cock. “You look so pretty when you’re desperate like this.”
My hips jerk up. “Make me come you dick,” I groan, narrowing my eyes at him.
He chuckles, licking a stripe up the underside of my cock. “Ask nicely.”
“Please,” I whine, not even caring how desperate I sound. “God, please, Logan, I need it. I need you to make me come. I’m so close, don’t tease, please—” I gasp when his fingers push inside me again, losing all my dignity, needing it so bad I don’t even care.
He laughs and then he takes me back into his mouth, sucking hard, his fingers pumping faster, twisting inside me just right.
Oh, fuck yes.
The pleasure builds in my cock, in my ass, in my whole fucking body as he sucks me dry and fingers me. Everything in me snaps tight, coiling so hard I can’t breathe.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, pulling his mouth off me, his hand taking over as he strokes me. “Let me see how pretty you look when you fall apart.”
A raw moan rips out of me as I come hard, coating my stomach and his hand with my cum. Logan keeps stroking me, squeezing every last drop out of me until I collapse back, completely spent and boneless.
He finally pulls his fingers out, my body going limp, everything inside me still pulsing with aftershocks.
I barely get the chance to catch my breath before I feel him crawl up over me and open my eyes, seeing his lips twitching into a smirk.
“Tell me you didn’t like it,” he challenges.
I huff out a laugh, shaking my head. “I can’t,” I manage, breathless, too wrung out to even pretend.
He grins wider. “Didn’t think so.” He dips down and kisses me hard, his tongue stroking into my mouth, and I can taste myself on him.
I break away, still gasping, watching as Logan fists his dick, shifting his weight so his knees are beside my ribs.
His thick cock is right there, flushed and shining and he presses it to my lips. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”
I do, parting my lips, and he pushes in, slow at first. I suck him down, feeling him pulse on my tongue. He groans, his hips jerking just a little when I swirl my tongue around his tip, just like how I love when he does it to me.
I look up at him as I take him deeper, loving the way his lashes flutter, the way his jaw clenches, his usual cocky confidence slipping for a second.
“Fuck, Hayes. You’re so good at this,” he pants.
I never thought I’d enjoy sucking a dick, but fuck, I love it. Love bringing him pleasure, love how good I’m making him feel. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, wanting to blow his mind like he did mine.
He cries out, his fingers tangling in my hair, his other hand gripping the headboard behind me and he shoves his dick deeper into my mouth, coming with a low groan. He spills into my mouth and I swallow what I can, the salty taste hitting the back of my throat.
Logan drops down beside me, slinging an arm over his eyes, his chest heaving and his face flushed and shining with sweat.
“That was quick,” I say, a little smug, licking him off my lips.
He just laughs, breathless, then reaches over to pinch my ass. “Yeah, well, having my tongue and fingers deep in your ass for half an hour turned me the fuck on.”
I shiver at the reminder, my cock giving a needy twitch against my stomach, still leaking and smeared with my own cum.
“Sex with guys is messy as fuck,” I mutter, glancing down at the mess we made.
He laughs, a little dazed, and swipes his thumb across my stomach, picking up my cum before licking it off his thumb. “Yeah,” he agrees. “But so fucking fun.”
I chuckle and turn on my side, facing him. We lie there for a minute, tangled up together, sticky and messy as hell, but I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Logan watches me for a while before he leans closer and brushes his lips against mine. “I wish we could stay here all day,” he says with a gentle, soft tone that makes my heart clench.
Me too.
But of course, the universe is hellbent on crushing my dreams, because while we’re still catching our breath, we hear noise outside of my door, and then the faint yelling of Austin asking where his keys are.
I jerk, my pulse leaping at the sound. “Shit,” I whisper. “You should go. I still need to shower before practice.”
Logan’s still got his head buried in my shoulder, and he lets out a sigh that sounds a little disappointed.
He props himself up on his elbow, his hair wild and I want to kiss him again so bad.
“If I head out there, they’re going to know I was in here, and if we wait to shower we’ll both be late and coach will rip us a new one.
” He slaps my ass and jerks his chin toward my en-suite. “Come on.”
I hesitate, but he’s already rolling out of bed and my eyes drift to his bare ass as he steps toward the bathroom.
I let out a breath when I hear the water and follow him inside. He’s standing in the shower, testing the water with his hand, then glances back at me. “You coming?”
I swallow hard and take a step into the shower, our bodies pressed together under the spray. I feel stupid for smiling, but I can’t help it, not with the way Logan’s hands are everywhere, kissing me just long enough to make me forget about the panic for half a second.
He grabs the soap, lathering up my shoulders, sliding his hands down my sides, then leans in to kiss the water from my jaw. We try to keep it quick, but his mouth keeps finding mine, and honestly, it’s a miracle we get clean at all.
A loud bang echoes from somewhere in the house and my heart leaps straight into my throat. “Shit.”
He just laughs, pressing one last kiss to my mouth before killing the water. “Relax, Hayes. They’re not gonna burst in.”
We scramble out, grabbing some towels to dry ourselves off. My hands are shaking a little as I shove my legs into my pants and try to get my breathing under control. Logan watches me, still annoyingly relaxed, a towel slung around his waist.
I glance at the door, then at him. “You go first,” I mutter. “If we walk out together, they’ll—”
“Suspect something,” he finishes, grabbing his phone from my nightstand. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve got this.”
He rips the towel off and grabs his pajamas from last night, pulling them on—annoyingly slow—and then pauses when he reaches my door. He turns the handle and peeks into the hallway. “All clear.” He grins at me. “See you down there, goalie.”
The door clicks shut and for a second, all I can hear is my own breathing, my nerves still buzzing. I run a hand down my face, just trying to get it together.
I blow out a breath, yank the sheets off the bed, balling them up, and take the stairs two at a time, praying no one’s in the kitchen.
No such luck. Austin looks up from his bowl of cereal, watching me. “Didn’t you just wash your sheets, like, two days ago?”
Logan walks into the kitchen, wearing different clothes, and I freeze mid-step, heat climbing up my neck. I don’t say anything as I dump the sheets into the laundry basket.
“I just like clean sheets,” I mutter.
Austin snorts, then glances at Logan. “Maybe he’s finally getting laid.”
“Yeah,” Logan says, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “Would explain the good mood.”
I shoot him a glare but he just winks, smug as hell.
I try not to look at him. Try not to think about everything we just did. But my body is still humming.
We almost got caught this morning, and that should’ve scared me.
But all I can think about is doing it again.