26. Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Logan

Baby.

Baby.

I'd heard Richard and Ramón call each other that. Did Nick mean it? Or was he only caught up in the moment?

I winced as he pulled out and slammed home. It'd hurt like hell at first, but I really needed this to work out, so I kept quiet. The last thing I wanted was to fail at sex, especially my first time. I needed to enjoy it. But when Nick pressed back in, he hit a spot that sent my body into arousing shivers, and light danced behind my eyes, squeezed tight.

"Oh…" I gasped.

"What? What's wrong?"

I smiled into the pillow, loving how Nick tried to be so careful with me, making sure I was okay through the entire thing. I felt loved.

"Nothing. Ah, you hit something. I think that was my prostate? That was… fucking nice. Do it again."

"You got it." Excitement danced in his voice.

Nick pulled out and pushed back in several times, hitting that spot and forcing pre-cum out of me. I was leaking all over the bed, and my body continued to relax.

I wish I could see his face, but I understood this way was better for our first time. Maybe next time… if we had a next time.

Please let there be a next time .

Despite Nick's care to keep me from hurting, there was nothing delicate about sex. He slid in and out of me, hitting my prostate hard, pulling out an orgasm from me almost by force, but I wasn't ready for it to be over before it even began.

"Damn, Logan… this view is so fucking hot. Your ass just swallows up my dick."

I grunted when he pushed back in, harder and faster. He had a firm grip on my hips, so every time he thrust back in, he kept my body from sliding forward. I was sure I'd have bruises there by the end of it.

At first, I wasn't sure about sex, but as Nick grew more rhythmic, consistently hitting my prostate, it started feeling really good. My dick was practically getting stroked from the inside out, which was odd yet fucking amazing.

A sheen of sweat gathered on my body, and Nick must have been sweating too because it dripped on my back, sending shivers through me. The air in the motel room grew humid and thick with arousal that not even the rattling air conditioning could punch through.

I needed him closer. I needed his body against mine.

"Nick…"

He read my mind as he bent down, slid an arm around my chest, and lifted me against him. I sat on his dick as he continued to pump away, his face pressed against my neck, panting.

"I've got you."

He thrust in and out, showing his level of stamina and endurance. I felt safe and protected, pressed up against him with his arm wrapped around me, from what, I didn't know. I just knew he would do just that if I ever needed him.

"God, Logan… You feel…"

Instead of saying anything else, Nick suddenly gripped my hair, pulling my head back and nipping my ear. "I want you to be mine and mine alone. I know what I fucking said earlier about waiting, but screw that," he panted and bit my throat before licking away the sting. "I want no one else to have this moment with you. It belongs to you and me alone."

I reached behind his head and pulled his hair, too, doing my best to nod through his tight hold. His other hand slid up to my throat and gripped it gently, but still firmly enough to control me. "Is that understood?"

I could scarcely breathe, and not from his hand on my throat, but from his words. To feel so wanted and needed by the very person I've always desired left me even more desperate for him. I would fucking give the world to Nick if I could. Maybe he was just caught up in the moment, but I didn't care.

"Answer me," he growled in my ear.

"It will only ever be you."

Nick pumped into me harder and faster with practically a stranglehold on me, pushing us to our limits. My cock leaked everywhere, and my nuts drew up tighter and tighter. There was so much fucking pressure throughout my body, especially around my cock and balls. I was so close, yet my orgasm was so fucking out of reach.

But when he hit my prostate again, just so, it was over. I threw my head back, slammed my eyes closed, and cried out as I came all over the bed.

"Holy fucking hell… you… just came without… me touching you," Nick panted.

Before I could grow numb and collapse into an exhausted pile of bones, Nick's dick swelled and burned inside me, then warmth spread throughout me, pumping and throbbing. His grip was even tighter as his entire body shuddered.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…"

He suddenly froze before we both fell into a heap and onto my pile of cold, wet cum. His softening dick slid out of me, and I winced as my ass tried to cling to it before letting go.

We lay there in a tangled mess, trying to catch our breath. My heart continued to hammer, and my mind still tried to wrap itself around the fact that Nick and I just fucked for the first time. I had my first taste of sex, and it was with the very person I'd always loved. Finally.

Nick rolled over onto his side and pulled me close to him. His eyes were closed as his fingers gently stroked my back. He was so fucking beautiful, with his hair damp from sweat, his lips swollen from arousal, and his face flushed from exertion. Stunning.

The warmth of love spread throughout my body, then I said the unspeakable.

"I love you," I blurted. It was just a whisper, but it was loud in my ears, and Nick had clearly heard me.

His eyes popped open wide, and I was hit with instant regret for saying something I shouldn't have told him.

"Oh, god. Pretend I didn't just say that."

My body burned with a humiliating fire, desperate to run or do anything to get away from it. But there was no escaping those words. I shoved him off me and tried to scramble away to go hide in some fucking hole, never to come out.

Nick wasn't having it. He clung to me with all his strength and wrapped his legs around me to keep me from leaving.

"Let me fucking go, Nick."

"Oh, no. We aren't running from our feelings again, baby. Not again. We're done with this game."

"I didn't mean to… I shouldn't have said that."

"Are you saying you didn't mean your words?"

"What?" My mind was cloudy from the embarrassment, desperate to run, and I was still high from sex. I couldn't think straight.

"Did you not mean what you said?" he repeated.

"I… I meant them, but I didn't mean to tell you."

Nick rolled on top of me and pinned my arms to the bed. I looked away from his intensity, but his face followed mine. "Look at me."

"No."

"Logan, baby… look at me."

"I feel stupid."

I looked at him from the corner of my eyes, seeing the smirk on his face. "Don't feel stupid. Never feel stupid for being honest with me. As men, we've always been taught to shut away our feelings, but fuck if I don't like how we talk about shit. It makes me feel closer to you, and I understand you better than I ever have. Don't ever shut that away from me, dammit. It's because we're so open with each other that it has allowed us to have this moment."

My body unclenched, and I could finally look at him without cringing. "What I said didn't scare you?"

"Does it make me nervous? Sure, a little. But I also understand you've had feelings for me for a lot longer. I get it. I also like it. Do you know why?"

I shook my head.

"Because you're mine, and you just declared me as yours."

Nick leaned down and took my lips in his, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as aggressively as he'd fucked me earlier before pulling away much too soon, leaving me needy for more.

"This was by far the best sex I'd ever had, Logan. It was visceral. It was intense, real, and raw… just like you are. Fuck if I'm ever going to let that go or allow anyone else to have it."

I swallowed hard, and my calming heart started to race again. I'd never expected Nick to be so possessive. He'd always seemed to be easygoing, but I loved it. It told me that even if he didn't love me yet, he wasn't letting me go, and there was a chance he would eventually feel the same.

That lingering hope of having Nick in my life grew exponentially to where the bubble was nearly bursting. This was the first time I hadn't wanted to squash the feeling.

"You have me any way you want me," I said.

He pressed his lips to mine again, owning and claiming. My body was no doubt covered in bruises, marking me as his. I wanted more of them.

"Did I ruin the moment?" I asked when we came up for air.

"No, baby. That's impossible."

"Don't stop calling me that."

"I won't."

This time, I was going to do it right. With all the confidence I could summon, I told him exactly how I felt without hiding and only a little bit of fear.

"I've always loved you, Nick. I realize you don't feel the same, not yet, anyway, and that's okay. But this is me. The real Logan. The man who's loved you and hated you for so fucking long that it nearly drove me crazy and crushed me with loneliness. But this moment now has made it all worth it. If things don't end up working out, I won't regret a second of it."

I swore his dark, emotional eyes bore straight into my soul as he dragged gentle fingers along my face before resting his forehead on mine. "And don't ever stop telling me those words and how you feel. It feels good to be loved and wanted, and to know exactly where I stand."

"I promise."