Chapter 27 Nathan #2
He groans softly, his hand finding the back of my neck, fingers curling there as he pulls me closer, his hard cock pressing against my thigh.
His lips brush my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Want you.”
My pulse jumps. “Then have me.”
He glances at the door, arching a brow. “What about your parents?”
“They’re probably passed out by now. We’ll be quiet.”
His brows shoot up, surprised, and before I can talk myself out of it, his mouth finds my jaw, teeth grazing along my skin. “You’re a little risk taker, huh?”
I let out a shaky laugh, tilting my head to let him closer. “Only with you.”
He grins against my lips, his mouth claiming mine, kissing me deep.
Fuck, this is so reckless. But I want him so bad, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to deny us both what we want.
His eyes flash with heat when I start to tug his pants off. He does the same to me a second later, my heart pounding as I tug the blankets over us.
He shifts, sliding over me until I can feel the weight of him, pressing me into the mattress. One of his hands braces beside my head, the other skims down my chest, tracing a slow path over my stomach. His hips roll, brushing his cock against mine, enough to make me suck in a breath.
He kisses me slowly, dragging his lips over mine, tugging on my bottom lip before he breaks away and slides down the bed. He settles between my legs, kissing his way down my body until he licks a slow stripe along my cock, holding my hips steady when I jerk.
“Logan—”
“You want it?” His tongue flicks the tip, and my cock twitches, answering for me. “Then be a good boy and stay quiet.”
I nod, and I try. Really, I do. But the moment his lips close around the head of my cock, hot and wet and hungry, I can’t help but moan.
His mouth is hot, his hand tight around my cock when he strokes me, and it’s too much.
I squeeze my eyes closed, and when I’m already gasping for air, shivering as my balls tighten, he pulls back, pressing a kiss to my hip before pulling the covers off us and nudging my legs open. “Spread your legs for me.”
I do, trembling a little as I lift my knees. He opens my nightstand, grabbing the lube we brought. I never imagined I’d have lube in my drawer, and yet, here I am, laid bare in front of him, my cock twitching and my hole clenching, wanting him to fill it.
He lubes up his fingers, warming them up, and then slides lower, teasing my hole until I gasp, catching the sound in my teeth.
He grins, kissing the inside of my thigh before his lips curve into a filthy smirk. “You make the prettiest fucking sounds when I touch you. But you have to be quiet for me. You don’t want anyone hearing you fall apart on my fingers, do you?”
I shake my head fast, but then—ohh, fuck—he slides in, his finger nudging deep until he finds that place that makes my hips jerk and my breath catch in my throat.
A moan slips before I bite it down, sinking my teeth into the inside of my cheek until it stings.
He chuckles under his breath. “Could’ve sworn I said quiet.”
I whine, shaking my head. “Can’t. Feels too good.”
He adds another finger and I gasp, my back arching as he scissors them, opening me up, prepping me to take his cock. His other hand drifts up to my chest, placing his palm flat over my heart, feeling every shiver.
When he finally pulls his fingers out, I almost whine at the loss, but Logan reaches for the lube again, opens it one-handed, and slicks his cock, stroking it slowly, the wet sounds making me squirm.
He crawls up over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. The heat of his skin seeps into mine as he grabs a pillow, places it under my hips and lines himself up, the head of his cock nudging against me.
He pauses, those gorgeous green eyes searching mine. “You sure, baby?”
My throat tightens but I nod, barely able to breathe. “I need you.”
He groans and pushes inside me slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open. My fingers dig into his arms, welcoming the burn, needing to be filled by him.
He presses his forehead to mine, groaning against my lips. “You feel like heaven.”
I let out a sound, but his mouth finds mine, swallowing it down, while he thrusts into me, slowly, careful not to make the bed move.
“You like being full of me, huh?” he grunts, pushing deeper until my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Love how I fuck you? How every inch of your body is mine to please?”
He moves again, a little deeper this time, his hips rolling into mine and I let out a needy moan, his hand coming up to cover my mouth as soon as it slips out.
“I know, baby. I know it feels so good,” he murmurs, pressing deeper, eyes flicking to my bedroom door for a second, “but I really don’t want your dad hearing how good I’m fucking you right now.”
The thought makes me flush and makes the pulse in my chest kick harder. I bite back another sound as he starts to move faster, my cock twitching between us.
“You’re gonna come just from this, huh?” he whispers. “From just my cock in your ass and my hand over your mouth, keeping you quiet like a good boy.”
I can feel him trembling, his control fraying, his breath breaking against my ear as he fucks me harder. He presses his forehead to mine, the room silent except for the faint creak of the bed and our ragged breaths.
Logan’s hand grips my leg, lifting it to wrap around his hip as he fucks me, moving deeper, grinding into me, feeding me every inch of his thick cock.
The tip brushes against my prostate, lighting me up from the inside and I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling like I’m about to pass out from pleasure.
Fuck, this feels so good. I’ve never felt anything like it.
I didn’t even know sex could feel this good until him.
He leans in, his nose brushing mine. “Fuck,” he breathes, and it sounds like it’s being dragged out of him. His eyes lock on mine, wide and green and shining, like he’s seeing all of me and is unable to look away. “I love—”
He stops, his eyes widening a little as he stills inside of me.
My heart races out of control in my chest, but before I can even think about what he was going to say, his hips roll again, and he swallows hard. “—love being inside you,” he finishes.
My breath stumbles, but I can’t speak, not when he hits that spot inside me again that makes my toes curl and my back arch.
“You’re gonna come for me, baby?” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine, his hand curling around my cock, stroking me.
I nod, moaning into his mouth. The bed creaks beneath us when he moves faster and my body tightens, trembles, the pressure curling inside me until I snap, coming all over between us, spilling onto his hand.
“Fuck,” he whispers when he feels my ass clenching around him, squeezing him and his movements stutter a little. He buries his face in my neck, groaning. “Oh fuck. I’m coming.”
Hips jerk forward with desperate need as he empties himself deep inside me, pulse after pulse of cum flooding me until I’m full and still twitching around him. He doesn’t pull out, grinding deep as if he wants to push every drop further inside.
He stays inside me, keeping his forehead pressed to mine. The aftershocks roll through us both in small, involuntary movements while his lips brush my temple.
He kisses me softly before pulling back just enough to see my face.
“You okay?” he whispers.
I nod, still a little dazed after the orgasm. “Yeah,” I whisper. “You?”
He smiles faintly, something quiet flickering behind his eyes. “Yeah,” he says. “More than okay.”
He collapses on the mattress beside me, his cock slipping out of me, and I feel the slow, warm drip between my thighs. He must feel it too, because he lets out a shaky breath, lifting himself on one elbow, glancing down between us.
His eyes go wide. “Holy fuck, look at you,” he groans. “You’re dripping.”
He swipes his finger over the swollen rim of my hole—his cum slicking my thighs, leaking onto the sheets—like he needs proof.
“Fuck, I filled you up,” he whispers, pushing his cum back into my ass with his middle finger. “So deep, baby. It’s still coming out of you.”
I shiver when he pushes again, just a little deeper, like he doesn’t want to leave a single drop behind and leans down to kiss me.
His finger slips out and then his mouth is on my chest, kissing a lazy trail down my stomach.
“Thank you,” he murmurs against my skin.
“For what?” I ask, curling an arm around his bare back, feeling his weight sink into me. I don’t want him to move. I want to feel every inch of him still pressed to mine.
He lifts his head just enough to look at me, his hair falling into his eyes. “For making this the first Christmas that actually felt like Christmas.”
Something catches in my chest and I look away, because if I keep looking at him, I might actually say something stupid. Like you’ll never spend one alone again.
So instead, I thread my fingers through his hair and exhale, lifting my eyes to the ceiling. “Thanks for my gift.”
He frowns. “But I didn’t get you anything.”
I look down at him and shoot him a grin. “I’d say that orgasm was a gift in itself.”
He laughs, pressing a lazy kiss to my lips. “Hayes has got jokes now, huh?”
I shrug. “Guess I’m growing.”
He scoffs. “Pretty sure I just fucked the broodiness out of you.”
I laugh into his mouth and kiss him again. Then again. I could kiss him forever.
He gives me a tired little smile when he pulls back and settles against me. I drag him closer until his head’s on my chest, my fingers drifting through his hair. “Go to sleep before my dad wakes up.”
“Oh, look, my babysitter’s back,” he mumbles against my skin.
I roll my eyes, tug him in tighter, a quiet laugh slipping out.
He doesn’t say anything else, just tucks his face against my neck.
I stay there, listening to his breath even out, and think about how fast everything’s changed.
How right this feels.
And how fucking terrifying that is.