22. Chase #2
“Everything about you is a challenge,” Logan murmurs as I push my knee between his legs, feeling the hard outline of his cock through his pants.
“I have to fuck you,” I tell him. “Are you ready for that?”
He exhales, closing his eyes. “You know the answer to that.”
I let go of him all at once, dropping my hands from him and relaxing my knee from between his legs.
He stays flat against the wall, like he’s still pinned there even without my grasp.
My room is dim, lit only by the little glowing lamp on my desk at the side of the room.
The wall Logan’s standing against is painted with another mural, this one more abstract, black with strokes of neon color that I’ve added throughout my time living here.
Logan looks like part of the art. The colors look like they’re surrounding him in a radiant halo.
I slowly move my hand toward the waistband of his pants, undoing the button at the top, then sliding the zipper down.
I reach my hand in the front of his pants, gripping his cock in my hand through the soft fabric of his briefs.
“Say you need my cock.”
He swallows, eyeing me closely.
I’m kneading his hard-on through the cotton now and he pulls in a shallow, shaky breath.
“I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time, Chase,” he says. “I think about it constantly.”
“You need my cock. And you’ll have it, if you say it.” I pull my hand away again and move to shove his pants down, taking his briefs with them. He kicks them away, and I give his shirt a tug. “Why is this still on?”
I step over toward the top drawer of my nightstand and it’s a fucking nightmare trying to find what I want.
I push past old empty film canisters, tubes of paint, pencils, and endless sheets of paper I’d torn from sketchbooks. I don’t exactly keep my shit organized and it’s never bothered me until right now, when I need something this much.
Finally my fingers close around my bottle of lube and retrieve a condom from the stack in the back.
I bring them back over toward Logan, who’s standing there naked now with his cock hanging between his legs.
“Good,” I tell him. “You didn’t touch it without me telling you to.”
“Have I ever told you you’re like a petty prince?”
“No. But I like that. Hold these.”
I hand him the lube and condom and make him stand there watching me as I slowly take off my clothes. When I shove down my pants, my cock bobs free, and Logan’s eyes magnetize to it instantly.
I pluck the condom from his hand and tear it open, rolling it over my dick. I take the lube from him next, slicking the condom and my fingers before nodding at him.
“Turn,” I tell him.
He spins around to face the wall and puts his hands flat on it. I slowly move to drape myself over the back of his body, pressing every inch of my chest to his back, letting my cock push against the cleft of his ass.
“What do you need?”
He gives a low exhale as I trail my slicked fingers between his cheeks, letting my other hand grip his hip.
“I need your cock.”
“Could barely hear you, baby,” I murmur, dragging my fingertips over his hole.
“Fuck,” he whispers, involuntarily pushing his ass back against me a little. “I need your cock inside me.”
“That’s better.”
I push two of my fingers into him at once, knowing it’s a tight stretch. He takes it well, though, breathing evenly as I watch the muscles in his back rise and fall.
I lean in and breathe against the back of his ear, giving it a little bite.
“You can hurt me worse than that,” he utters, and my cock pulses against his ass at the suggestion. “Is that all you’re going to give me?”
The fucking tease.
The perfect, gorgeous, incredible man that Logan is.
I shove my two fingers deeper into him, growling near his ear as I take my free hand and tuck it into his hair again, pushing his head against the wall to pin it there hard.
“I’m going to make you scream.”
“Give me your cock.”
I moan against the back of his neck. “I decide when you get that.”
“Please give it to me, Chase,” he utters in a breathless whisper that almost breaks me. My cock throbs hard against him as I let it sink between his cheeks, running up against his hole but not pushing inside yet.
“You hear yourself? Begging for me?”
“Fuck me already and maybe I’ll stop.”
“Never said anything about wanting you to stop.”
I line my tip up with his hole, teasing him back, so achingly hard I feel like I could burst.
“Chase,” he says in that low, warning tone that he loves to use when he’s about to try to teach me a lesson.
But he doesn’t get to do that now.
I’m the one who has what he wants.
I sink my cock inside his hole and he groans loudly, and I love the sound so fucking much I feel my mouth break out in a smile, my lips rubbing up against the back of his hair near his ear.
“You want me to hurt you?” I murmur against him, letting my cock slowly push further, unrelenting. “You still think you can handle me?”
“Fuck you,” he utters, but his tone is laced with a desperate desire that he isn’t able to hide. “Give me more.”
I hum against him. “You will get more when I want to give it to you.”
I steady myself against him. I’ve almost gotten my cockhead inside him, but that thick ridge is the widest part and I know he’s bluffing right now.
At least… I think he is. Either way, him begging me for more pain out of nowhere is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
Holy fuck.
I inhale his scent and I use my hand to tug his hair backward, moving his head so that I can kiss him. He tilts his neck backward slightly, leaning into my kiss, opening so I can slide my tongue into his mouth.
And then I start to press my cock deeper. His mouth goes slack against mine, and I feel his breath along my lips as he stills his body, trying to take the thickest part of me.
When the ridge is just pushing past him, he exhales, and I lean in to take his lower lip between my teeth.
He moans against me and once I’ve pushed past, it starts to go in easily.
So easily that it feels almost impossible not to shove all the way into him.