Chapter 35 #2
We both groan at the contact, the friction dizzying. Logan rolls his hips again, grinding our cocks together, and it’s almost too much. My fingers dig into his thighs without thinking.
He sits back on his heels, flushed and gorgeous, his chest rising fast.
“Been dreaming about this,” he mutters, stroking my cock. “Having you inside me.”
“Logan…”
His name comes out in a needy moan and he smiles. “Want to know what I used to picture? Your hands holding me down. Your mouth pressed to my ear, whispering how good I feel while you’re—”
“Stop,” I choke out. “If you want this to last more than ten seconds, then you need to stop talking.”
He laughs, leaning in to kiss me again. “Just go slow,” he says against my lips. “I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”
He grabs the lube, clicks open the cap and pours some down my length, stroking me slowly and before I can say anything, he shifts his knees and reaches behind him, wrapping his fist around my cock, lining me up while his other hand braces against my chest.
He holds my gaze as he sinks down, the head of my cock pushing past tight ring of muscles.
“Fuck,” Logan gasps, halfway down my cock. “Jesus. You’re…”
I grip his hips, trying to stay still, trying not to come just from the sight of him, from the feel of him tight around me.
He lowers himself all the way down, inch by inch, and when our hips finally meet, he lets out a low, guttural sound.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. This feels so good.
“You okay?” I manage, like an idiot, my vision blurry from the pleasure curling up my spine.
He nods, pinning his bottom lip between his teeth. “Yeah. It’s just—” He tips his head back, his mouth slack open. “Give me a second.”
He shifts, adjusting his knees, and every tiny movement sends fire up my spine. Oh, Jesus. I don’t know if I’m going to survive this.
He lifts his hips an inch, then eases back down, taking all of me inside him.
My head hits the pillow. “Logan…”
He places his hands on my chest, using me for leverage, his thighs flexing as he lifts off my cock again and then drops back down to the hilt. “Yeah,” he pants. “I know.”
He starts moving quicker, rolling his hips whenever he eases down and I groan, grabbing his ass, helping him lift.
“You feel so good,” I say, my voice shaking. “You feel fucking incredible.”
He leans forward again, kissing me like he owns me. His hand slides into my hair, holds me in place as he rides me with long strokes that make my cock twitch inside him.
“You love me?” he asks, his mouth brushing mine.
I look up at him, my heart beating fast when his eyes meet mine. He’s everything to me. Everything I didn’t know I wanted or needed. Everything I need to make me happy.
“So much,” I tell him, curling my hand over the back of his neck.
“Then fuck me like it,” he whispers, leaning down until his nose touches mine.
Our lips meet in a slow kiss that matches the way he rides me, gripping my cock inside him. I want to stay inside him forever. Want him inside me for hours. I want so deeply for every inch of me to be connected to him until we’re never apart again.
I thrust up into him hard, and he moans into my mouth, his fingers digging into my chest as his hole clenches around me.
“Fuck, Logan,” I moan.
Our rhythm turns messy and fast, like we can’t get close enough. He braces a hand beside my head, letting me fuck him while he rocks down to meet me, grinding every time our hips collide.
Logan groans, biting his lip as he rides me. His cock is leaking over me, dripping and I know he’s close. I slide my hand between us and stroke him. He chokes on a moan, his body stuttering as he rides me faster.
“You gonna come?” he pants.
“Yeah.” My voice cracks. “Fuck, I’m close.”
“Come inside me. I want it.”
My hips stutter at his words, and I groan when I come hard inside him, filling him up with every drop.
I grip his hips as he squeezes every last drop out of me, but Logan doesn’t stop. He drops his head, placing both hands on my chest as he bounces on my cock, chasing his orgasm.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan, the overstimulation blurring everything.
He grabs my wrist and wraps my hand around his dick.
“Finish me,” he grits out. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
I stroke him rough and fast, just like he likes it, and he loses it a few seconds later.
“God—fuck—fuck—” he gasps, and then he’s coming, hard, spilling across my chest. He’s still grinding down on my cock and my dick twitches, still hard inside him, like I could fucking come twice.
I don’t stop until he whines and moans, his thighs trembling around me as he drops forward, his skin slick with sweat.
We’re both still gasping, shaking, trying to catch our breaths, my cock still buried deep inside him.
The room smells like sweat and sex, and I’ve never felt more wrecked or more at peace in my life.
Eventually, he shifts just enough to slide off me, my softening cock slipping free, and we both groan at the feel. He rolls onto his side, his head propped up on one arm, the other tracing lazy fingers over my chest.
Even though he’s wrecked and slick with sweat, he still looks so stupidly beautiful. I reach up and tuck some of that sweaty hair out of his face and let my hand rest there a second, brushing my thumb along his jaw.
“I want to tell everyone.”
He stills, his eyes flicking to mine like he’s not sure he heard me right.
“I mean it,” I add. “I want people to know. About me… about us.”
“You don’t have to,” he says. “I know I told you I was tired of being a secret. But… honestly, I’d rather have you in secret than not have you at all.”
The words hit me right in the chest. Because I can’t stand the idea of him bending himself small for me. Not after everything he’s already had to bend around.
“No,” I say, sitting up a little, sliding my hand down his arm until our fingers find each other.
“You don’t have to choose between those two things.
You were right. You deserve to be loved, Logan.
” My chest tightens. “And I want to prove I’m not ashamed of you.
Scared?” I shrug. “Yeah. Maybe a little. But never ashamed.”
His shoulders drop in relief and I thread my fingers through his as he rests his head on my chest.
It feels so right having him here. It feels like the only thing in my life that’s right.
“I applied to the contest.”
That startles him enough, that he drags his gaze back to mine. “Yeah?”
I nod, and I can’t help the smile that tugs at my mouth. “Yeah.”
His smile widens into a wide grin. “I’m so fucking proud of you,” he says, pressing his lips to mine. “I can’t wait to see it in stores and tell everyone my boyfriend wrote it.”
My heart jumps. Actually jumps at those words.
I have a boyfriend.
I clear my throat, trying not to look as flustered as I feel. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. There are probably hundreds of people applying and half of them are definitely better than me.”
He tuts, shaking his head like I’ve offended him personally. “Hayes, Hayes, Hayes… always the pessimist.” He leans in, bumping his nose against mine. “You’re unbelievably talented, and I believe in you even when you don’t.”
My heart trips over itself. It feels stupid to think, but sometimes it really does feel like it only beats for him.
I don’t know when it happened, when he became the center of everything. When his laugh started sounding like home to me. When his hands on me started feeling like the only thing that’s ever made sense.
But I do know I love him. So much it makes my chest ache in the best way. I’d give anything to freeze this moment. To just stay in this bed with him.
“Thank you,” I say, brushing a hand through his damp hair. “For pushing me to follow my dreams.”
He cups my face, his thumb brushing along my cheekbone, gentle in a way that makes my throat go tight. “I just want you to be happy, baby.”
“I am,” I tell him, feeling it all the way down to my ribs. “With you.”