22. Chapter 22
Chapter 22
Nick
Did Logan give the best head? No. He'd have me on fire, ready to come, but then he'd pop off or move somewhere else, leaving me desperate. The timing was off, and he lacked rhythm. Yet Logan sucked me in—pun intended. He was completely into it with his enthusiasm, doing everything he could to get me to come. He wasn't lazy or indifferent about it, just to get the job over and done with.
I lay there, grasping his hair, wiggling my hips for him to hit a certain spot. I was completely lost in his hot, wet mouth. Drool was everywhere, but I didn't give a fuck. And god, the sounds coming from him, slurping, sucking, grunting… Jesus.
And damn, he could take me deep. Whenever I hit the back of his throat, my eyes would roll into my head.
He popped off again, and I groaned in irritation.
"I really like sucking your cock, Nick."
"Logan!" I yelled, half laughing, half exasperated.
"What?"
"I'm fucking close. Don't stop."
"Oops…"
Logan went at it even harder, using his mouth and hand. My body burned, and the pressure was intense, making my balls tight and heavy, ready to explode. My heart thundered in my chest and pulsed in my ears. Fuck me. Was it possible to die of a blow job?
"Finger me."
"Huh?"
"Stick your finger in me."
Logan spread my ass cheeks without hesitation and slipped his index finger into my spit-covered hole. It felt strange, but I liked it, too. "Keep sucking."
"Oh, right…"
As soon as his mouth wrapped around the head of my dick and he thrust that finger in deeper, I was done for.
I gripped his hair even tighter as I groaned and thrust, coming in a rush. Shit, he swallowed my cum on his first try, too. I pulsed over and over in his mouth as my body shuddered from my overstimulated dick.
"Oh, god…"
Logan suddenly pulled back, and I sat up with him, still clinging to his hair, and yanked him into a kiss with a need to taste myself on his tongue. I had no idea why, but I just had the overwhelming urge to do it.
The bittersweetness that filled his mouth now filled mine.
"Was… that okay?" he asked when we came up for air.
What happened to my brooding and angry Logan? In his place was this sweet, shy, unsure yet eager-to-please, caring man.
I rested my forehead on his as we both panted. "Yes, Logan. That was okay." I scoffed at myself. "No, it was more than just okay. What did you think about giving your first head?"
"I want more, Nick. So much more."
Fuck… this man. I had no idea what our future looked like or if we even had one, but I wanted more, too.
"I do, too."
Logan pulled away and captured me with his hazel stare. "You do?"
"Yes. Starting now."
I lunged at him and tossed him onto his back as he'd done to me earlier. "This is new to me, too, so…"
"It'll be amazing," he breathed, raising his head for a kiss, which I happily obliged—with lots of tongue.
Seriously, where did this Logan come from? Had he always been this way?
As Logan lay there on the bed, panting, wide-eyed, watching me carefully, the nerves twisted in my stomach, and my hands grew clammy. It was one thing to kiss or rub one out. It was another to take him into my mouth. This was completely uncharted water for me.
If Logan could dive right in without an ounce of apparent fear, then so could I.
Here goes nothing .
I sat on my knees between his legs and fisted his length at the base. A bead of pre-cum came out to say hello. I bent over, poked my tongue out, and swiped up the little bead, tasting it. It wasn't dissimilar to mine, since I'd just had a taste on Logan's lips.
I could do this.
His hand was gentle as his fingers carded through my hair, watching every little movement I made. His stomach and chest rose and dropped quickly with his heavy breathing.
"You don't have to do this," he said, since I hadn't sucked him down yet.
"I want to. I'm just… thinking about stuff."
"‘Kay…"
His going down on me had been epic. I wanted to do the same in return.
Finally, I took him into my mouth, ignoring thoughts about me being gay now that I did. It shouldn't matter, right? But it kind of did. This changed everything.
Logan spread his thick thighs wider and groaned. His hands, with those long fingers, grasped the side of my head, but he didn't force me to suck him deeper.
The velvety skin on his dick was a bit salty, and I inhaled our soap along with musk.
I tried to remember what Lauren would do to me, but she hadn't been the best at giving head. It had been a chore for her. That should've been my first indicator.
Shut the fuck up about her. It's you and Logan now .
I tried to go as deep as he did, but I gagged, forcing me to come up for air. But I went right back at it.
"Shit, Nick… You look so fucking hot down there, like you belong between my legs."
Well, hello, Mr. Bold Logan . I liked it. His words boosted my confidence and made my skin heat.
My tongue curled around the crown and down the underside of his cock before sucking him down again. It took a minute, but I'd finally found my rhythm. His dick was hot on my tongue, and Logan groaned and whimpered for more, so I must have been doing something right.
"No, this is… happening too fast," he rasped.
I popped off and stroked him, grinning at the ego boost he just gave me like a gift. "There's time to fool around later. Come if you have to."
I swallowed him down again and got serious, focusing on all the areas that I loved, figuring out pressure and speed as I went, but Logan seemed to enjoy it, no matter what I did, judging by those cute little sounds and grunts he made. Did he even realize he was making them?
I glanced at him with his eyes closed, but popping open, trying to watch me until I hit a certain spot, and they'd slam down again. He sucked in his bottom lip before parting his lips and panting, clearly enjoying what I was doing.
My tongue swirled over his head before his cock went back down into my mouth. I bobbed faster and faster, using my hand in tandem.
Logan suddenly tapped my head. "I'm going to come."
I appreciated his warning and one I hadn't had the courtesy to give him when I shot my load down his throat.
Instead of popping off and stroking him, I doubled my efforts. Fuck it. If Logan could do it for his first time, then so could I.
He shot his load in a rush, and I just took it all into my mouth until he finished pumping, then swallowed it in one gulp. It had a weird aftertaste, but I wasn't sure why swallowing his cum kind of turned me on, too.
Before I could think more about it, Logan lifted me on top of him by my armpits and wrapped his arms around me, breathing heavily, his eyes closed. His skin was fiery and slick with sweat, but he was always a damn furnace.
"Wow. You're like… a pro."
I snorted a laugh, resting my head on his shoulder. "Now how would you know? That was your first blow job."
"It was fucking perfect," he mumbled.
And just like that, he was out like a light.
It didn't take me long to drift off either after spending all day outdoors in the sun, giving each other head, and now listening to the soft sounds of his snoring.
Day 10
The mountains soon gave way to the flat plains of Texas as we headed toward Dallas. The hot air blasting through the windows did nothing to cool us down, so Logan and I had our shirts off. We used them to absorb the sweat on our backs, protecting us from sticking to our seats.
My feet were hanging out of the window, crossed at the ankles with my seat leaned back while he drove. We sang ‘ Don't You Forget About Me ' by Simple Minds at the top of our lungs as I played with the soft strands of hair on Logan's neck.
"I still love that song," he said. "It never gets old."
"It's a classic."
"When did this song come out again?"
"Uh, I think we were still in, like, middle school."
The tape switched to another song, but I was too focused on Logan, resting his hand on my bare leg, slipping his fingers between my thighs like it was the most perfectly natural thing to do. Just like I felt at home playing with his hair, as if it was something we'd always done instead of being constantly pissed at each other.
"Nick, do you feel weird about us being stepbrothers and… doing this? I mean, we talked a little bit about this, but do you think we should think this through a bit more?"
We probably should, but I didn't want to. I was enjoying my time with Logan, exploring each other along with my curious new sexuality. In another eleven days, we'd have to face reality and figure out what to do about whatever this thing growing between us was.
I glanced at him, staring at his handsome profile. The more time we spent together, the more attractive he became to me. He'd always been beautiful, but now it meant something more, like this attraction only belonged to me. No one else would have him. That was another reason I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to see a future with Logan and some other dude who'd never truly appreciate or understand him.
A strange sense of possessiveness started taking root.
All his firsts belonged to me and no one else.
His growing caramel hair was blowing all over the place, but now it had blond highlights from being out in the sun so much. He had a nice, straight nose, and his suckable bottom lip was fuller than the top.
He looked at me for a second with a raised brow, peeking over his sunglasses before his eyes went back onto the road. "What are you staring at? Also, answer my question."
"You. You're pretty hot. I never really realized how much until recently."
His smile was crooked as he shook his head. "So, are you, and you're deflecting."
"I don't know, Logan. I'm enjoying this, feeling fucking relaxed for the first time in so long. We haven't fought, we're talking all the time, and this trip has been amazing so far. Hell, I've barely thought about tennis at all. But I'm not sure I want to worry about the direction we're headed right now, you know? We're going to have to decide on things eventually, but… can I just enjoy you and this for now?"
Logan frowned and gripped the steering wheel tighter, but nodded. "Sure, whatever," he mumbled.
"If you really want to sort through this now, we can."
"Forget it. It's fine."
I pulled my feet back into the car, rolled onto my side, and sat up to get a better look at him. He clearly wanted to talk about this. If it would make him feel better, then we could talk.
"Are you worried about our family's reaction or more about me sticking things out with you when we reach our destinations?"
He glanced at me again. "Both?"
"What do you want to happen, Logan? How do you see this playing out? Do you want us to be an item? Dating seriously? Because there's no point in telling our parents about us or worrying about being stepbrothers if there's no future for us."
Logan slumped in his seat as his knuckles turned white. "Oh. Yeah, like, that's cool. I get it."
"And what is it you get? Have I thought about being more serious with you? Yeah, I have, but I need to figure out what that means for us . Then there's the issue of figuring out what I am, sexually speaking, and what to do about our family. It's not something I'm ready to face yet."
Logan unwound his taut muscles and sat up straighter. "So… you've thought about us… together?"
"Yeah." I ran the back of my fingers across his cheek. "I really like this thing growing between us. It feels… real. I don't know. I look back at Lauren and me, realizing she'd been right all along. We were only high school sweethearts. In just a week, you and I made a one-eighty in how we get along. There's definitely more going on between us than sexual exploration. I've been developing this deep connection with you."
Logan smiled. "I think so, too."
I was still waiting for the panic to rear its ugly head, but there was nothing. Maybe it didn't matter in the long run. I tried to wrap my head around why Logan had been so afraid to come out. It could've just been my ignorance. We'd been in a relatively safe bubble, and I hadn't been exposed much to the reality of being with a man. Perhaps things would change down the road once our bubble popped.
But I also had to be careful with Logan. He had fears for a reason, and I didn't want to make things worse for him or bring us back to where we were before the trip.
His asking all these questions pointed toward him definitely wanting something more serious. While I wanted to head in that direction since I preferred relationships over flings, we were still completely new to this. Anything could happen.