Chapter 8 #4
In the month since they had begun exploring this new side of their relationship, they’d taken their time, learning each other’s bodies with a care that made Logan’s chest ache.
They hadn’t yet ventured beyond hand jobs, blow jobs, and the intoxicating friction of their bodies pressing together, but Logan’s curiosity burned brighter every day.
Adrian, ever patient, had once traced a finger along the edge of Logan’s hole, and the memory of that touch, the way it had sent him over the edge instantly, haunted Logan in the best way.
Adrian was careful, too careful. No matter how much Logan begged him to lose control, Adrian’s gentle soul held them within their unspoken boundaries. But now, feeling Adrian’s weight above him, his body frantic and unrestrained, Logan wanted more, needed more.
“Fuck,” Logan moaned, his voice barely above a whisper. Adrian laughed softly, nipping at his shoulder in playful retaliation. “You think the skipper is watching us?” Logan asked, half-teasing, half-wary, as his body arched slightly under Adrian’s ministrations.
Adrian paused, shifting above him to glance around, his movements sending a shiver down Logan’s spine.
“We’re barely visible from here,” Adrian said, his voice sinful, dripping with intent.
“And there aren’t any boats around. But…
” He leaned down, his lips brushing against Logan’s ear.
“No one will see what I’m about to do to you. ”
The promise in his voice was undeniable, and Logan’s body responded instantly, his pulse thrumming. Whatever Adrian had planned, Logan was more than ready to surrender to the tide, to let it take him wherever it willed.
Logan’s heart pounded like the crash of waves against jagged cliffs, wild and untamed.
He was pinned beneath Adrian’s weight, the heat of his body pressing him into the smooth surface of the yacht’s deck.
Every nerve in his body was alive, electric, as he felt Adrian’s breath against his neck, the stubble of his jaw grazing his skin.
“Do you want it?” Adrian’s voice was quiet, a low whisper that carried the weight of the moment.
“Yes, please,” Logan moaned.
Adrian pressed a kiss to Logan’s neck, his lips soft but deliberate, followed by a flick of his tongue that sent a jolt down Logan’s spine. He released Logan’s hand, though his presence remained an invisible tether that kept Logan grounded.
“I really want to taste you right now,” Adrian murmured, his lips brushing against Logan’s ear, “but this… this will have to do for now.” He slid a finger into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly, his eyes locked on Logan’s as he reached down and pulled Logan’s shorts just far enough to expose the smooth, golden globes of his ass.
“Lo,” Adrian murmured, his cheek pressed against Logan’s, voice steady, grounding.
Logan could feel the faint scratch of Adrian’s stubble, the warmth of his breath ghosting over his skin.
The world around them had faded; it was just the two of them, the ocean stretching endlessly beneath the hull of the yacht, the wind curling through their hair, and the sun crowned the sky, flooding the earth with white fire.
Adrian’s lips brushed against Logan’s temple, his breath slow and sure. “Tell me to stop if you want. If it’s too much, if you don’t like it, whatever the reason. Just tell me, and I’ll stop.”
Logan nodded, his throat too tight, his chest too full.
Adrian wasn’t finished. “Lo.” A little firmer now, his voice laced with quiet insistence. “I mean it.”
Logan swallowed and finally found his voice, soft but certain. “I know. I will. Adrian, it’s us.”
Adrian exhaled against his skin, his lips curving faintly as he whispered back, “It’s us.”
And that was everything.
Adrian’s hands roamed over Logan’s back, fingertips tracing the lines of his body, memorizing him like scripture. He shifted above him, balancing himself on one arm while his other hand slid lower, cupping Logan’s ass with a reverence that sent a shiver through Logan’s spine.
“I love this ass,” Adrian muttered, squeezing gently, his fingers pressing into firm muscle, the skin silky beneath his roughened hands. He groaned, low and guttural, leaning in to bite at the curve of Logan’s neck. “Dammit, Lo, I want to taste you.”
His mouth was hot, insistent, a slow burn against Logan’s skin.
He sucked at the sensitive spot beneath Logan’s ear, his teeth grazing just enough to make Logan gasp, his body arching instinctively beneath him.
Adrian was patient, teasing, giving him just enough to feel the heat, before pulling back, leaving him wanting.
The yacht hummed beneath them, the gentle rumble of the engine blending with the rhythm of the waves.
The wind curled around them, warm and salty, the scent of the ocean mixing with the musk of sun-warmed skin.
Logan closed his eyes, letting himself sink into it, into this moment, this touch, this man.
Then Adrian pulled back slightly, bringing his fingers to his lips, wetting them slowly, thoroughly.
Logan swallowed, his body taut with anticipation, every nerve alive as Adrian’s fingertips ghosted over his skin, tracing the curve of his lower back before sliding lower, lower—
Adrian’s breath caught.
He moved with care, with intention, his wet fingers grazing the rim of Logan’s entrance, teasing, just a whisper of sensation before retreating, before returning.
Logan trembled beneath him, his breath hitching, a soft sound spilling from his lips. Not just from the touch, but from the way Adrian touched him, like he mattered, like this mattered.
Because it did.
“How’s that?” Adrian asked after a moment, his voice low, his focus entirely on Logan. Those whimpers were music to Adrian’s ears, a melody he could never tire of, the most beautiful soundtrack to his life.
“It’s… weird,” Logan admitted, his voice trembling, “but good.”
Adrian smiled against Logan’s shoulder, sliding his finger just barely inside, testing, coaxing.
When he withdrew, he brought the finger to his lips again, wetting it with his tongue.
Logan’s body tensed beneath him, on the brink of coming undone at the sight.
Adrian hovered above him, one hand glistening with a mix of his own saliva and Logan’s essence, the other intertwined with Logan’s, grounding him in the moment.
Adrian’s focus was absolute, his entire being concentrated on making Logan feel good.
“I want to make you come like this,” Adrian said, his voice reverent, as if confessing a secret to be taken by the wind. He leaned down and captured Logan’s lips in a kiss, the angle awkward but perfect in its imperfection.
Adrian slowly slid his finger back into Logan’s body, swallowing the moans and whimpers that spilled from Logan’s mouth. The wind and waves seemed to swell around them, a private symphony that muffled their sounds and wrapped them in its embrace.
“Shit, Ad—” Logan panted, his body arching beneath Adrian’s touch. “Keep going. Please—fuck, fuck…” Logan moaned as Adrian’s finger moved slowly inside of him, feeling the pressure in his opening, the fullness of just one finger inside.
Adrian moved his finger with a steady rhythm, in and out, each motion sending Logan spiraling further into a state of bliss.
He kissed Logan’s collar, nuzzling the nape of his neck, his breath hot against Logan’s skin.
“You take my finger so well,” Adrian rasped into Logan’s ear, his voice dripping with praise.
Logan shuddered violently, a soft cry escaping his lips. Adrian had discovered, over their many nights together, that Logan craved praise; it unmade him, left him pliant and eager beneath Adrian’s hands.
“I want to eat you out,” Adrian murmured.
“You taste so fucking good, Lo. I almost came in my shorts just from the small taste I got.” His words spilled into Logan’s ear, sending shivers cascading through Logan’s body, his mind lost in the sensation, in Adrian’s voice, in the pull of the tides within him.
Adrian exhaled slowly, his breath warm against Logan’s shoulder, his fingers moving with the same measured reverence as a man tracing the edges of something sacred.
He didn’t rush, didn’t demand. He just explored, letting Logan feel every soft press, every teasing graze, every moment of giving before taking away.
“I want to open you out with my tongue, to lick you, and then gag on your thick dick.”
Logan’s body trembled, his skin slick with sweat and sun, as Adrian continued to guide him through waves of pleasure, each one building toward something vast, something infinite, something utterly consuming.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice heavy with awe, with hunger, with something deeper than either of them could name.
“You are perfect, every inch of you is perfect. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Adrian’s voice was hushed.
His lips traced Logan’s spine, slow and deliberate, as his finger was plunged deep in Logan’s ass.
“You drive me crazy, Lo. You’re so damn beautiful, you don’t even realize it. ”
Logan let out a shaky breath, his body melting into Adrian’s touch, into his words.
“Say it again,” Logan murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to ask for too much, his body vibrating with need and lust.
Adrian smiled against his skin. “You’re perfect,” Adrian repeated, just as tenderly, raspy voice dripping with longing.
Adrian was more than happy to praise Logan all day long, knowing that he would do it for the rest of his life if needed.
“You drive me wild. I am horny twenty-four seven because of you.”