15. Logan
Chapter 15
Logan
S leeping in my own bed was a bit different with Dakota pressed up against my back. Not that I was complaining. It was probably the only reason I got any sleep at all. Just having him around seemed to calm me down and quiet my mind enough so I could drift off.
But then, when I woke up in the early hours of the morning in his arms, my mind was no longer quiet. And neither was my body. The heat of his bare chest pressed against my back sent shivers down my spine. I could feel his steady breath on my neck, his strong arm draped over my waist. My heart raced as I became acutely aware of every point of contact between us, including his cock tucked neatly against my ass.
I lay there, barely daring to move, savoring the closeness. Dakota stirred slightly in his sleep, pulling me tighter against him. A small sigh escaped my lips before I could stop it.
Slowly, carefully, I turned to face him. In the dim pre-dawn light filtering through the curtains, I could just make out his features. His long lashes rested on his cheeks, his full lips slightly parted. A lock of his dark hair had fallen across his forehead.
Without thinking, I reached up to gently brush it away. As my fingers grazed his skin, Dakota’s eyes fluttered open. For a moment, we just stared at each other, neither of us daring to speak.
“Hey,” he said at last, his voice heavy with sleep. “You okay.”
I nodded, savoring the feel of his stubble under my fingertips. “Can I ask a favor?”
“Anything.”
“I just…” I started, my voice low. “I just need to forget about everything for a while.” I glanced up at him, meeting those dark eyes. “Will you help me?”
His fingers dug into my hip as he realized what I needed.
Dakota’s eyes searched mine, a mix of desire and concern flickering in their depths. His hand slid up from my hip, trailing along my side until it cupped my face. His thumb brushed my cheek gently.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
I nodded, leaning into his touch. “Please, Kota,” I whispered, using the nickname I’d heard his mother use.
Something in his expression softened at that. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to mine. For a moment, we just breathed together, the air between us growing thick with tension.
“Is… Is it alright if I call you that?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
Then, with agonizing slowness, Dakota closed the distance between us. His lips met mine in a tender kiss that quickly deepened as weeks of pent-up longing poured out. His hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair.
I melted into the kiss, my body pressing closer to his as if drawn by some magnetic force. My hands roamed over the planes of his muscular back, feeling the strength coiled beneath his skin. Dakota’s kiss grew more insistent, his tongue teasing at the seam of my lips until I granted him entry with a soft moan.
As our tongues danced, his hand slipped down, calloused fingers skimming over my ribs. I shivered at his touch, arching into him. Dakota broke the kiss, his lips trailing along my jaw and down my neck. He nipped gently at my pulse point, drawing a gasp from me.
“Kota,” I breathed, my fingers threading through his silky hair.
He hummed against my skin in response, the vibration sending tingles through my body. His hand continued its exploration across my torso, slipping down to my hip and then below. I let out a soft gasp as his fingers slipped below the waistband of my boxers, tracing the sensitive underside of my cock.
Dakota’s touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He stroked me slowly, teasingly, as his lips continued their assault on my neck. I writhed against him, desperate for more contact.
“Please,” I whimpered, tugging at his hair.
He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes meeting mine. The intensity of his gaze made me shudder once more. Without breaking eye contact, Dakota rolled me onto my back, his chest pressing against mine. He kissed his way down my chest, stopping for a moment to lick at my nipples, drawing more moans from me in the silent darkness of the empty house.
I reached for him, running my hands down his sculpted abs before hooking my fingers in the waistband of his boxers. Dakota’s breath hitched as I slowly pushed them down, freeing his hardened length. It fell, heavy and pulsing against my stomach. In return, he grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled them free, both of us naked and grinding together at last.
Dakota’s eyes locked with mine, dark and hungry. He reached down between us, wrapping his hand around both our cocks, pressing them together. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through my body. I gasped, arching up into him.
“Is this okay?” he murmured, his voice rough and hungry.
“God, yes,” I breathed, barely able to speak.
He began to stroke us together, his calloused palm creating delicious friction. I clutched at his broad shoulders, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through me. Dakota’s lips found mine again in a searing kiss that stole my breath away once more.
Our hips rocked together in a primal rhythm, chasing the building pleasure. Dakota’s free hand slid down to cup my ass, pulling me even closer. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the musky scent of his skin.
“Kota,” I said at last, pushing him away. “I… I want to try something else.”
He stared down at me, the intensity in his gaze filling me with need. “Anything,” he whispered.
I reached to the side, pulling open my bedside table drawer. Grabbing the bottle of lube, I tossed it down beside him.
“Please,” I begged. “Please fuck me.”
Dakota’s eyes widened slightly, but the hunger in them only intensified. He nodded slowly, reaching for the bottle of lube. “Are you sure?” he asked again, his voice deeper than ever.
I nodded emphatically. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I need it.”
He captured my lips in another deep kiss as he popped open the cap. I heard the slick sound of him coating his fingers. Then his hand was between my legs, one finger circling my entrance teasingly.
I gasped against his mouth as he slowly pushed that finger inside me. The sensation was strange at first, but not unpleasant. Dakota moved carefully, giving me time to adjust before adding a second finger. He moved them in and out gently, stretching me.
“Relax,” he murmured, peppering kisses along my jaw. “I’ve got you.”
I forced myself to take a deep breath, willing my body to relax around him.
As I relaxed, Dakota’s fingers slid deeper, curling slightly. Suddenly, a jolt of pleasure shot through me, making me cry out.
“There we go,” Dakota murmured, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He continued to work that spot, drawing more gasps and moans from me. My cock was so hard it was almost painful and pre-cum was leaking down my shaft. Now and then he’d dip his head down, licking it clean with a satisfied groan.
By the time he added a third finger, I was writhing beneath him, desperate for more. “Please, Kota,” I panted. “I’m ready. I need you.”
He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving me feeling achingly empty. I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he slicked himself up with more lube. Then he was positioning himself between my legs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
Dakota paused, his eyes meeting mine once more. “You sure about this?” he asked softly.
I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist. Reaching up and grabbing the back of his neck, I leaned upward until our lips were pressed together once more. “Please fuck me,” I whispered.
Dakota’s eyes darkened with desire at my words. He captured my lips in a searing kiss as he slowly pushed forward, breaching me for the first time. I gasped against his mouth at the stretch and fullness. He looked big to begin with, but from this side it felt like even more. Dakota stilled, letting me adjust to the sensation.
“You okay?” he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
I nodded, unable to form words. The initial discomfort was fading, replaced by a deep ache of pleasure. I rocked my hips slightly, urging him on. I needed all of him.
Taking the hint, Dakota began to move. He started with shallow thrusts, gradually going deeper as my body relaxed around him. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through me as the thick head of his cock bounced over my prostate. I clung to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I moaned into his ear.
“God, you feel amazing,” Dakota groaned, his hips picking up speed.
I could only whimper in response, lost in the sensations flooding through me. Dakota’s powerful body moved above me, driving into me with increasing urgency. He was so thick that no matter which way he moved, he struck all my most sensitive places. Even in the heat of the moment I sword I could feel that thick vein on the top side of his shaft pulsing inside me, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through my body. His lips found my neck again, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin there. Every touch felt like wildfire, and I wanted him to consume me, mind, body, and soul.
Arching up into him once more, I met his thrusts, adding my own movement to the mix. The friction of his abs against my cock was exquisite torture, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Dakota seemed to sense this, his hand sliding between us to wrap around my length, using my slick pre-cum as lube.
“Cum for me,” he growled in my ear, his voice rough.
It was all too much - the fullness of him inside me, his hand on my cock, his hot breath on my neck. With a cry of ecstasy, I came undone. My body clenched around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me, cum spilling over his fist. But he didn’t stop stroking me or fucking me. In fact, he went harder.
However, it wasn’t long before Dakota groaned, his rhythm faltering as my sudden tension drove him to the edge. Dakota’s thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own release. I clung to him, still riding the waves of my own orgasm, overwhelmed by the sensations. With a final, deep thrust, Dakota buried himself inside me, his body going rigid. I felt the hot pulse of his release deep within me as he came with a low, guttural moan.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, both of us panting heavily. Dakota’s forehead rested against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. Slowly, he lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting mine. The intensity I saw there made my breath catch.
“You okay?” he murmured, his voice still rough.
I nodded, unable to find words.
“I… I should’ve asked if I could cum inside you,” he said shakily. “I was so caught up in the moment… I didn’t?—”
Reaching up, I placed a finger over his lips, silencing him. “Don’t apologize,” I said, my voice hoarse from moaning. “That’s exactly what I wanted anyway. It felt amazing.”
Dakota nodded, letting his forehead rest against my own. We stayed there for a moment longer before he carefully withdrew, both of us wincing slightly at the sensation. He rolled to the side, pulling me against his chest. I nestled into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his skin against mine. For a while, we just lay there in comfortable silence, our breathing slowly returning to normal.
Dakota’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my back. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked softly. “I didn’t hurt you?”
I shook my head, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I’m perfect,” I murmured. “That was... incredible.”
He hummed in agreement, his arms tightening around me. “Yeah, it was,” he said, his voice warm with affection. “I… uh… I’ve never done that before.”
My eyes popped open. “Really? Never?”
“I’ve only done mouth stuff,” he muttered, as if he were ashamed of it. “A long time ago.”
“Well, you’re a natural then,” I replied, nuzzling back down into his neck. “That was perfect.”
He groaned softly in reply, the praise making his cock twitch against my thigh. I made a mental note to compliment him more. Obviously, he liked it.
As the first rays of dawn began to filter through the curtains, I found myself fighting to keep my eyes open. The events of the past few days, coupled with our intense fuck, had left me utterly drained.
“Get some sleep,” Dakota whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “And when you wake up, I’ll make us breakfast.”
“Mm,” I hummed against his skin. “That sounds…”
But I was out before I finished my sentence.