12. Logan
Chapter 12
Logan
O ur bodies crashed together once more, another crushing kiss enveloping my senses. My hands were around Dakota’s waist, my fingers digging at the taut muscles beneath his shirt. I wanted him so badly I could barely stand it. My hips ground forward, my rock-hard cock desperate for friction. Immediately I found his own erection, pressing back against me. It seemed we both wanted this. Badly.
Dakota’s hands tangled in my hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth hungrily. I moaned softly, the sound muffled against his lips. My fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin. We broke apart just long enough for me to pull the garment over his head, revealing his tanned, muscular torso.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” I breathed, running my hands over his chest.
Dakota’s brown eyes felt like they saw right down to my soul as he looked at me. “So are you,” he murmured, his voice husky. His large hands slid down my back, cupping my ass and pulling me even closer against him.
I gasped at the increased pressure against my aching erection. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction. Dakota groaned, his head falling back to expose the long column of his throat. I couldn’t resist trailing my lips along that tantalizing expanse of skin, tasting the salt of his sweat and feeling his pulse race beneath my tongue.
Dakota’s hands moved to the front of my jeans, deftly undoing the button and zipper. I shivered as his fingers brushed against my straining erection through my underwear.
“Is this okay?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
“God, yes,” I panted, pushing my hips forward into his touch. “Please, Dakota.”
He slipped his hand inside my boxers, wrapping his fingers around my length. I moaned at the feeling of his calloused palm against my sensitive skin. His strokes were slow at first, almost teasing, as he explored every inch of me.
I fumbled with his belt, desperate to return the favor. Dakota’s free hand caught mine, guiding it to the bulge in his jeans. I palmed him through the rough denim, feeling the impressive size and heat of him. He let out a small gasp as I squeezed gently.
“Logan,” he groaned, his voice deep and rough with lust.
I managed to undo his belt and zipper with trembling fingers, pushing his jeans and underwear down just enough to free his straining erection. Dakota hissed as the cool air hit his heated flesh. I wrapped my hand around him, marveling at the velvety softness of his skin contrasted with his rock-hard arousal. Stealing a glance down, I couldn’t help my jaw dropping slightly. He was bigger than I expected, both in length and girth.
We stroked each other in tandem, our breaths coming in short gasps. Dakota’s thumb swiped over the sensitive head of my cock, spreading the bead of pre-cum gathered there. I mimicked the action, eliciting a moan from his lips. However, when I pulled my hand back and slipped my thumb in my mouth, tasting his salty sweetness, I saw him grin.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Why is that so hot?”
“Nobody ever done that to you before?” I asked, unable to stop smiling like a fool.
“N-No.” He shifted uncomfortably, his demeanor suddenly shy. “It’s uh… It’s been quite a while for me. I don’t have a lot of experience.”
The vulnerability in his voice made me shudder. I was somehow both honored and deeply aroused that he would trust me with something so private.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I said, giving him the option to back out of our heated tangle.
“No,” he replied definitively. “I… I want this. I need it. I need…” he looked up at me. “I need you.”
My heart raced at Dakota’s words. I cupped his face in my hands, pulling him in for another passionate kiss. His stubble scratched against my palms, reminding me of his rugged masculinity. As our tongues danced, I slowly walked us backwards until Dakota’s back hit the wall.
I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down his neck and chest. Dakota’s breath hitched as I swirled my tongue around one of his nipples. His fingers tangled in my hair, urging me lower. I obliged, dropping to my knees in front of him.
Looking up, I met Dakota’s intense gaze. His chest heaved with anticipation, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his tanned skin. I maintained eye contact as I slowly licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. Dakota’s head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, a low moan escaping his lips. Encouraged by his reaction, I took him into my mouth, savoring the weight of him on my tongue.
Dakota’s fingers tightened in my hair as I began to bob my head, taking him deeper with each pass. His hips twitched, clearly fighting the urge to thrust. I placed my hands on his thighs, feeling the muscles quiver beneath my touch.
“Logan,” he gasped, his voice strained. “That feels... incredible.”
I hummed in response, the vibrations making Dakota buck involuntarily. I relaxed my throat, taking him even deeper. Above me, Dakota’s breathing grew ragged, punctuated by soft moans and whispered curses.
“Wait,” he panted after a few minutes. “I don’t want to... not yet.”
I pulled off slowly, looking up at him questioningly. Dakota’s eyes were wild with desperation as he pulled me to my feet. In one fluid motion, he spun us around so my back was against the wall. His lips crashed into mine, the kiss deep and hungry.
His hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When they reached the waistband of my jeans, he paused, breaking the kiss to look at me questioningly. I nodded, breath catching as he slowly pushed my jeans and boxers down my legs.
Dakota’s gaze raked over my now fully naked form, his expression a mix of awe and raw desire. “Beautiful,” he murmured, before dropping to his knees.
My head fell back against the wall as Dakota’s mouth enveloped me. His inexperience showed in the tentative way he started, but was quickly made up for with enthusiasm.
I gasped as Dakota’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock, his inexperience forgotten as he found a rhythm that had me seeing stars. My fingers tangled in his long dark hair, not guiding, just needing something to hold onto as waves of pleasure washed over me.
“Dakota,” I moaned, my hips twitching involuntarily. “That feels amazing.”
He hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine. His large hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he took me deeper. I fought the urge to thrust, not wanting to overwhelm him, but it was a losing battle against the wet heat of his mouth.
Just as I felt myself nearing the edge, Dakota pulled back, looking up at me with lust-darkened eyes. His lips were red and swollen, a sight that made my cock twitch with need.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I blurted out, caught up in the moment.
Dakota stared up at me, his smile fading slightly. He got to his feet, his hand leaving my cock.
“I’m sorry,” I said, realizing I’d gone too far. “I didn’t mean to?—”
“Logan,” he said softly, cutting me off. “It’s fine. I’m just… I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.”
“Th-That’s totally okay.” I glanced down at both of our cocks, throbbing against one another between us. “But you still want to finish, right?”
“God, yes,” he sighed.
A devilish thought crossed my mind as I grabbed his hand, stepping out of my jeans. “Come with me then.” Leaving our clothes behind, I led him back into the bedroom and pushed him down on the bed. “Lay down,” I commanded.
He did as he was told, although he still seemed a bit nervous. As soon as he was situated, I grabbed his ankles and pulled him a little further down the bed. But before he could question what I was doing, I laid down beside him, but in the opposite direction. My mouth was perfectly level with the tip of his cock while my cock was currently throbbing just an inch or two from his face.
“Like this?” I asked tentatively.
He barely had a moment to nod before he was back to work. I gasped as Dakota took me fully into his mouth, my hips bucking involuntarily. Determined not to be outdone, I wrapped my lips around his thick shaft, swirling my tongue around the head before taking him as deep as I could. Which, to be fair, wasn’t as far as he could go. But his cock was so thick that I was admittedly struggling. It was something I would have to work on. Lots of practice and all that.
We fell into a rhythm, each of us trying to draw more pleasure from the other. Dakota’s large hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer as he bobbed his head. I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him shudder.
The room filled with the wet sounds of our heated suckfest and muffled moans. I could feel the tension building in my core, my release approaching rapidly. Dakota’s hips were twitching more erratically, telling me he was close too.
I redoubled my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and taking him even deeper. One of my hands fondled his balls gently while the other stroked what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. Dakota groaned, the vibrations sending shivers through my body.
Suddenly, Dakota’s body tensed. He pulled off my cock with a gasp. “Logan, I’m gonna?—”
I hummed encouragingly, not stopping my movements. He lasted a second or two before his cock pulsed in my mouth. He came with a muffled cry, his cock seeming to grow even larger as he pumped my mouth full of his cum. I swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him.
As the last tremors of his orgasm subsided, I thought that would be the end of it. He was already nervous, and this was a lot for us to have done. But to my surprise, Dakota took me back into his mouth with renewed vigor. The dual sensation of his hot mouth around me and the knowledge that I’d just made him cum pushed me to the edge in a matter of seconds. I cried out, grabbing a fistful of his hair as my hips bucked. Without a chance to warn him, I shot my load down his throat. He gulped audibly, trying to accommodate my sudden overflow, but he never pulled away. In fact, he continued to suck, taking every last drop I could give him until I had to pry him off due to the overstimulation.
“Fuck…” I moaned, rolling onto my back. “That felt good.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, his head resting on my thigh. “You cum a lot.”
I chuckled softly, still catching my breath. “Sorry about that. Should’ve warned you.”
Dakota propped himself up on one elbow, a lazy smile playing on his lips. “Don’t apologize. I liked it.”
My heart skipped a beat at his words. I reached out, running my fingers through his long dark hair. “Come here,” I murmured.
He crawled up the bed, settling beside me. I pulled him close, our bodies fitting together perfectly. Dakota nuzzled into my neck, his stubble scratching lightly against my skin.
“You okay?” I asked softly, suddenly aware of how vulnerable this moment was for both of us.
Dakota was quiet for a moment, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. “Yeah,” he finally said. “More than okay, actually. That was... incredible.”
I smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “When you said you lost everything last time you opened up to someone,” I asked suddenly, twirling my fingers through a lock of his hair. “What did you mean?”
Dakota tensed against me, glancing over his shoulder. “I…”
“You don’t have to talk about it right now,” I said quickly, feeling his hesitation. “I just… I want to know about you, about your life and where you come from. But… maybe today has been unexpected enough.”
He nodded, settling back down against me. We were quiet for a long moment. I could feel the awkwardness returning, filling the air around us. I’d hoped the blowjobs would help with that, but it seemed I’d gone and ruined it with my stupid question.
“Logan?” Dakota asked, breaking the tension at last.
“Yeah?”
Dakota took a deep breath, his fingers still tracing patterns on my chest. “I... I want to tell you. About my past, I mean. It’s just hard for me to open up.”
I nodded, running my hand soothingly along his back. “Take your time. I’m here to listen whenever you’re ready. It doesn’t have to be today.”
“Thanks.”
“But do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“Go on another date with me? Even though we’re both messes and everything is weird?”
He turned over his shoulder once more, a sly smile pulling at his lips. “I’d love that.”
Warmth flooded my chest as I leaned in, kissing him once more. “Thank you.”
Tangled together with Dakota in his bed was some of the best sleep I ever had. But it didn’t last long. Not when someone began pounding on the door well before dawn.
“Logan!” a voice cried. “LOGAN!”
For a moment I thought I was dreaming, but when I opened my eyes and saw flashing red lights outside Dakota’s window, my heart nearly stopped. Something was terribly wrong.
“Logan!”
Leaping out of bed, I darted into the living room, pulling my jeans on as fast as I could. I didn’t bother to hide the fact that I’d been caught in Dakota’s cabin without any clothes on. That didn’t matter. Racing to the door, I tore it open to find Caroline standing there, tears streaming down her face. Behind her an ambulance was pulling out of the driveway, siren beginning to wail as it headed south to Amarillo.
“Caroline?! What’s wrong? What happened?!”
She just sobbed, falling into my arms. “It… It’s Daddy,” she said, her voice shaking so bad I could barely understand her. “He had a heart attack.”