Chapter 25 Nathan #3
My hands run down his back, grabbing his ass, feeling the muscle ripple as his hips rock into me and I gasp loud.
He grins, breathless. “You feel that? That’s me. Not a toy. Me.”
“Fuck,” I moan, tipping my head back. “Logan—”
His hands slide down my chest until his palm rests above my heart. I swallow hard, knowing he feels how much it’s racing, but doesn’t say anything, just holds my gaze as he thrusts into me over and over again.
When he hits that spot again, I gasp, the muscles clenching around him and he stills, leaning down to kiss me. “Goddamn,” he groans into my mouth. “I can feel your ass squeezing me inside you.”
My moans turn frantic as he keeps moving inside me, making my cock leak, trapped between us, and fuck, I’m so close. So fucking close.
I tilt my head up, sliding my hands up until they’re tangled in that messy dirty-blond hair of his. He looks down at me, those stupidly gorgeous green eyes locking on mine.
I used to think I was confused about what I felt for him, but being here, touching him, it’s so obvious, so deep in my veins, threaded through every beat of my pulse.
“God, I’m so fucking attracted to you,” I blurt.
He chuckles, that gorgeous smile of his making my heart flutter. “That’s good,” he says. “Since I’m balls deep inside you.”
I huff out a laugh, but it quickly dies out when his pace begins to shift and he leans down, bracing his elbows beside my head and thrusting inside me slower, but heavier, deeper, harder.
My moans break out into whimpers which he swallows down when he kisses me, every part of him plastered against me.
“You fit so perfectly in my arms,” he says, his breath hot against my lips. “Just how I fit perfectly inside you.”
“Logan… please.” I gasp, my body trembling as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Please what?” he grunts, thrusting deeper inside me. “Say it.”
“Fuck me harder,” I choke out, clutching at his back. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”
He groans as he slams into me, our hips colliding hard enough to knock the bedframe against the wall.
He grabs my thigh, drags it higher around his waist, and the angle shifts, the head of his cock grinding right over something inside me that makes me see white.
“Fuck, Nathan—” His voice breaks. “You’re opening up for me so beautifully. So tight, so deep—Jesus, I could come just watching you.”
I can’t form words anymore. My brain’s gone, melted into static, too full, too overwhelmed. The pleasure builds under my skin, my entire body locked up and desperate for release.
Logan doesn’t let up, fucking me through it, each thrust demanding more. His mouth is everywhere, pressing against my jaw, cheek, lips, the corner of my mouth. “You’re close. I can feel it. Come for me, baby. Let me see you lose it. Let me hear you—”
I come before he can finish his words, my cock leaking, covering both our stomachs with my release.
My hole clenches around him and he groans, his rhythm breaking as he drives in to the hilt and stays there, groaning as he comes inside me. I gasp when I feel him filling me, and it’s so much, so hot, it sends another wave of pleasure through me, my body twitching helplessly beneath him.
I love having him inside me. I love being the one to bring him pleasure. I—
I swallow hard, glancing up at him, watching him tremble, both of us slick with sweat. The sound of our breaths fills the room, our bodies still twitching and he leans down to kiss me.
He presses his forehead to mine when he pulls back a few seconds later. “Holy fuck,” he whispers. His cock slips out of me, leaving me aching and empty in the best way. “You’ve ruined me.”
I let out a weak laugh, pulling him closer with what little strength I have left, my body loose and wrecked beneath him. “Pretty sure it’s my ass that’s ruined,” I mumble, still feeling the burn, the stretch, and loving every second of it.
He lets out a soft laugh, leaning in to press another kiss to my mouth, pulling me into his arms again.
I bury my face in his chest, feeling his heart pounding.
We lie like that for a while, but my mind won’t stop spinning.
I think of all the years I avoided even thinking about what I wanted.
About who I wanted. How I kept my eyes too long on girls I didn’t want.
How I’d kissed people and felt nothing, just went through the motions, told myself maybe this was all anyone ever feels.
And how Logan—just being near Logan—always fucked with that.
How this thing between us didn’t just feel good. It felt right. And honestly, that realization doesn’t scare me, not like I thought it would.
It feels like exhaling for the first time in years.
“I think I’m gay,” I blurt out.
Logan pulls back just a little, just enough to look at me. His brows lift. “Yeah?”
I nod, heat rising to my face, but I don’t look away. “I don’t know what I am exactly,” I say with a breathy laugh, shaking my head. “It’s still… a mess. But I know I’ve never—” I stop and swallow hard. “I’ve never felt like this before. With anyone.”
He watches me for what feels like forever before his hand slides up the bare skin of my back, pressing a kiss to my hair. “Same, Hayes,” he says with a sigh. “Same.”
My eyes close as my body sinks deeper into him, and his fingers slide into mine.
There’s no pretending when I’m with him. No armor, no mask. Just… me.
And as I lie there, listening to the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath my ear, I realize I’ve never felt this safe.
Never felt this seen.
And never, in my whole life, been this happy.