Chapter 9 #3
John’s finger suddenly withdrew, and Logan whimpered, reaching for John’s arm to urge him back.
John leaned down to press a kiss to Logan’s chest, teeth skimming across his peaked nipple.
He added a second finger and after a while, a third.
Despite the breathless pleasure coursing through Logan’s body, he began to grow impatient.
“John…please…” Never in his life before they’d run into the Kraken had he thought he’d be begging the Beast of Whitestone Reef to fuck him, but John’s effect on him was undeniable.
“Please what?” John asked, his voice silky smooth.
“Please, I need—fuck!” He interrupted himself as John rubbed circles into his prostate. “I need you inside me.”
He felt, more than saw, John smirk in the half-light. “As much as I want to fuck you right now, you’re not ready yet. Trust me.”
Fear that John had changed his mind seized Logan’s heart.
“But…you said…” he panted.
John leaned down, his lips brushing the curve of Logan’s cheek in the dark.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m glad you saved it for me.
You just aren’t stretched enough.” His fingers continued their torturous movements.
Circling. Thrusting. Stretching. “Taking a dick like mine requires a little extra preparation. And after I fuck you, you won’t be satisfied with anyone lesser.
I hope you’re ready to crave my dick for the rest of your life. ”
John let his words sink in as he continued fucking Logan with his fingers. “You should know as much by now. You’ve had it down your throat often enough.”
Logan groaned as the memories of every time he’d sucked John off flooded through his mind.
The soft skin against his lips, John’s hips pushing deeper, fingers in his hair to hold his head in place.
The stretch and ache in his jaw and throat.
He couldn’t help but imagine that monstrous girth inside his ass, giving him as much pleasure as he’d provided.
But John said he had to wait. To prepare more to take it without damage. He thought he would go insane if he was denied even a moment longer, and he knew John must be brimming with impatience by now as well.
Fortunately, Logan had had years of experience observing Fox. He knew—in theory at least—how to seduce a man. He knew John wanted him. And he had a brand new trick up his sleeve.
“P-please, Captain,” he whined, squeezing around John’s working fingers. “I-I can’t wait any more. I can take it. I promise!”
John’s fingers stilled, a low growl emanating from his throat.
“You might come to regret those words.”
“Don’t care,” Logan gasped. His hips twitched, seeking the friction of John’s callused fingers.
John laughed and withdrew them torturously slowly, making sure to brush Logan's prostate on the way out.
“You might care when you can’t walk for a few days.”
Logan shivered both at the prospect of being at this man’s mercy and getting fucked so hard he’d be incapacitated.
Before John, he would never have thought such a thing.
He would never have been excited by powerlessness or potential pain.
Yet here he was, on his back with his legs spread, dick throbbing and ass dripping lube, hungry for John’s cock.
John nudged his leg, and Logan suddenly realized he was waiting on an answer, an affirmation that this was still what Logan wanted.
Logan didn’t have the words for all the contradictory feelings warring inside him, so he dragged John into a hard kiss.
John groaned against his lips, letting Logan’s tongue slip into the warm interior of his mouth.
He tasted of brandy and a hint of tobacco.
Logan’s hand wandered down John’s bare chest and stomach to wrap around his throbbing cock.
He stroked it slowly, then guided it down to press against his loosened hole.
He broke the kiss, and gazed half lidded up into John’s eyes.
“Fuck me, Captain.”
John seized him, pulling him to his feet and turning him around to face the bed.
John’s arm snaked around Logan’s waist, pulling their bodies flush together so Logan’s back pressed tight to John’s chest and John’s cock throbbed against the curve of Logan’s ass.
John nipped at the tender skin of Logan’s neck.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” John’s other hand engulfed the back of Logan’s neck and squeezed, bending him over the bed.
Logan whimpered in anticipation as John’s cock pressed against his entrance.
Wet lube dripped down Logan’s crack as John poured more into the place where they were almost connected.
Logan bit his lip, bracing both hands on the soft mattress.
Everything remained still for just a moment before John pushed slowly in. Only the tip entered, and yet Logan already felt so full he could burst. He shuddered, and John’s hands tightened on his body, reassuring yet demanding. Logan whined when the intrusion of John’s girth withdrew slightly.
“I told you I have to open you up more,” John said gruffly.
Was this affecting him as much as it was Logan?
Was this shallow pulsing torturous to him too?
He rolled his hips forward again, penetrating a bit deeper.
His girth throbbing against the stretch of Logan’s hole.
Fuck. Logan breathed out slowly, willing his muscles to relax and allow John further inside. He could do this. He wanted to do this.
With every shallow thrust, the stretch deepened.
Each time, Logan thought that must have been it, it was all in, until the next moment when John’s girth strained the limits of Logan’s virginal hole even more.
Wouldn’t it be better to go all in? To get the initial pain and stretch over with?
What was the use of prolonging it? John was breathing hard, his fingers digging into Logan’s flesh like he was barely holding himself back.
The outward slide of John’s cock made Logan want to cry in frustration. He liked this, he did, but it just wasn’t…
Logan’s muscles squeezed involuntarily to keep him inside, to draw him deeper. Logan glanced over his shoulder. He couldn’t see John’s expression in the dark, but the tips of his hair curled and glistened with sweat against the side of his neck.
“Captain, please…”
John made a sound like his will was breaking, and the tension in the air shattered almost audibly.
John’s hips snapped forward, burying himself balls-deep with one stroke.
Logan’s body rocked forward with the force of it, his thighs hitting the edge of the bed frame.
An agonized moan ripped from Logan’s throat as John’s massive cock stuffed him to the brim.
His hole burned with the stretch, but what little pain came with it was overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure of fullness.
John didn’t wait for him to adjust—he drew back halfway and slammed back in.
Fuck. For all John’s warnings and questioning about whether this was what Logan wanted, it seemed he no longer had intentions of being merciful.
He set a brutal pace, hips snapping sharply, penetrating as deeply as possible and abusing Logan’s prostate with every thrust. His hand still gripped the back of Logan’s neck to keep him in place, fingertips brushing the bouncing blond curls.
Pleasure crackled across Logan’s nerves, and he let out a long, low moan which only served to spur John on.
Logan was desperate to touch himself, but he needed both hands to brace against the bed and take what John gave him.
The next stroke was the hardest yet, and Logan felt as if he was splitting in two, the sheer girth of the cock inside him opening the way to unimaginable euphoria.
Pleasure built uncontrollably with every thrust, the impending orgasm rushing to consume him like an avalanche.
“John,” he gasped. A dribble of drool dropped to the coverlet. John’s thrusts slowed for just a moment, hand tightening on the back of Logan’s neck. Logan’s hips rutted back in protest at the sudden loss of pace. Even though he knew John was only giving him room to breathe.
“Please. More,” Logan moaned when John did not reply to his unspoken demand.
John’s tight grip turned to a caress, trailing down between Logan’s shoulder blades and over his sweat-slicked back.
He grabbed Logan’s waist, rubbing circles into the dimples on Logan’s lower back, as if that would soothe the intrusion of his dick.
Logan whimpered and rutted back once more, taking as much of John as possible.
“Fuck, you feel good,” John groaned, his own hips twitching forward to bury himself deeper still.
His voice held an edge, as if he was barely keeping himself together.
John was usually so stoic, so in control in the face of danger and pleasure alike.
Yet here and now, deep inside Logan, control had abandoned him.
Suddenly, John withdrew, and Logan gasped at the emptiness as his hole constricted.
John pulled him upright with one arm tight around his waist. Bleary, already half delirious, Logan leaned his head back against John’s shoulder, reaching up to thread his fingers through John’s glossy chestnut hair.
John’s beard scratched against Logan’s skin.
They stayed like that, back to chest, both breathing hard.
It would have been romantic, if they had those feelings for each other.
They spoke no words in this quiet moment. There was a reason Logan had waited to do this with John. A reason he didn’t have the desire to sleep with anyone else. They knew each other well by now, and there was no awkwardness between them.