17

Sticking your tongue up somebody's ass was something I would never have thought to hold any appeal. But fuck almighty, Logan did it so well. He turned me into one of those femme boys the Reapers dated, gasping and gyrating on his face like I was a pole dancer. Not that I believed in any of that. But yeah, he worked that tongue across my sensitive skin, making me feel sensations I never thought possible.

How could I be embarrassed at something that felt so good? I was getting high off his mouth pressed to my hole. I balanced on my arms and rode his tongue until, for the third time that night, a coiled spring tightened in my belly. And just as he did all the other times, Logan backed off, turning us over so I was under him.

My frustration in not coming was lost in his frenzied kiss as he devoured my mouth, his tongue dancing a wild tango with mine. He slid his hands down my body, leaving fireworks in their wake that only intensified when he reached my throbbing hardness. His grip was firm, sending a delicious shiver up my spine. His other hand was exploring my chest, pinching and lightly twisting the jeweled-studded nubs that begged for attention I didn't even know they needed.

How he knew so much about my body that I didn't blew my mind.

Logan kissed my neck, panting against me as if in pain.

"Logan?"

"Need a minute."

When the time passed, he raised his head, looking almost embarrassed. "Sorry. It's hard touching you like this."

"It is?"

"Yes. All I want is to be inside you, but not yet. We still have to prep you."

I didn't understand a word of what he'd said. Except for that one time I'd walked in on Crowe and Max, I never saw my brothers having sex with their boyfriends. The moments I'd glimpsed them fucking some rando, they'd never seemed to be as attentive as Logan. I'd never been that interested in sex to pay any attention to the details, but apparently prepping meant lube. Lots and lots of lube.

Logan shoved a pillow beneath my hips. "Ready?"

I nodded, but I wasn't sure. His fingertips touched my hole, and I blew out a breath and jerked my hips up. My legs shook.

"I have to prep you, Bloom. Remember what we talked about? That there's a way to make you enjoy it? This is that way."

Oh.

Slowly I dropped my hips back to the pillow.

He circled my hole for a few seconds and then poked a finger inside my ass. It felt funny, and I made a face. How was I supposed to enjoy this?

"Trust me," Logan said as if reading my mind.

He moved with patience, allowing me to adjust to the foreign sensation. So this was what all the boys enjoyed? But why?

More and more, I wanted to call off the whole thing until Logan pressed another finger inside me. My eyes flew open wide. The sharp sting opened up a world of sensations. It was more than discomfort. The way he stretched me with his fingers, twisting and plunging them inside me, left me gasping. The niggling pain turned into a warm pressure, and soon the rhythm of his patient fingers was all I could focus on.

"More," I begged.

From the look in his eyes, he was getting as much pleasure from this as I was. With his other hand, he trailed a path of heat along my ribs and up my chest. My breath hitched, but I tried not to let any sound escape my lips. Logan noticed anyway.

"Are you okay?" He stopped moving his fingers.

"No, no, don't stop."

A smirk appeared on his lips, and he added another finger, stretching me even more. This time there was no pain but budding anticipation. With every thrust of his fingers, my body tensed and then relaxed again. He stretched me wider and wider, and with each movement, the pleasure increased. He curved his fingers, which hit a spot within me that sent off fireworks.

It was like nothing I had ever experienced—a hot rush of pleasure so intense my head spun.

"I think you're ready now." Logan lubed his dick, shifted between my thighs, and pushed the head of his cock against my hole. Even after having three fingers, he seemed different—huge.

"When I enter, I want you to bear down. It may feel uncomfortable at first, but I swear it'll get better, just like my fingers. I'll go slow, give you time to adjust."

"I trust you."

With a slow, deliberate movement, Logan pressed, refusing to relent when he encountered resisting muscles. The head popped in, and it slipped inside my body. Logan was really mine. He was in me. The realization filled me with renewed courage. I inhaled deeply, bit my lower lip, and bore down as he'd instructed. Even so, only a few inches of his length found its way into my body.

I wanted him all.

Grabbing Logan's hips, I tilted mine as I pulled him forward. He tore past my tightness, the rest of him sliding inside me, filling me to the brim. Shit, I hadn't expected that.

"Fuck. Baby, are you okay?"

I clutched his back tightly, digging my fingers into his skin. "Yes. Fuck me."

But he kissed me instead, letting my body adjust around him. He coiled his tongue around me and strummed my nipples with his fingers until I was gasping and moving impatiently against him. He kissed my neck, licking and sucking on the skin.

I grabbed his ass cheek. "Do it, Logan."

He withdrew slightly and pushed back in. A gasp escaped me as shudders rippled through my body and goose bumps dotted my arms.

"Baby," Logan groaned. He was breathing hard and had his eyes closed. "Baby, baby."

I'd never expected or wanted to have a man call me "baby," but coming from Logan, it made me feel seen…cherished…soft. And who knew being soft was a good thing?

Our bodies moved in sync, each thrust better than the last. He fucked me through deep kisses that soon became nothing more than our mingled breathing and cries. Seconds turned into minutes, and he quickened his pace as though testing me to see my reaction.

I raked my nails down his back. "Harder. I want more of you in me."

His movements became more forceful, his grip on my hips tightening as he plunged deeper inside me, although I got the sense he was still holding back. Probably not a bad idea, considering how wrecked I already felt taking him to the hilt. I pulled my knees up to my chest, whimpering as sweat dripped from Logan's forehead onto my chest.

The bed squeaked under the force of our movements. Oh fuck, it burned. How was it possible to feel sore and ecstasy in the same place? Every pained gasp was transformed into a low moan, every moment of discomfort overshadowed by immense pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of our labored breathing, the wet slap of skin on skin, the occasional creak of the bed, and my cussing.

"Can't last longer, Bloom." Logan took hold of my cock and stroked me. "I need you to come before I do."

The dual sensations of him working my dick with his hand and my hole with his cock sent waves crashing through me. As he pumped into me, I bucked my hips wildly, matching his powerful thrusts. Each stroke hit that spot, igniting my skin as if every nerve in my body had been fired up. Every muscle tensed in response to the electrifying pulses that were quickly building in intensity.

My muscles clamped down around him with each stroke while jolts of pure pleasure coursed through me. My body tightened like a drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

A guttural cry tore from my throat, my breath came out in hot bursts, and my vision blurred. Logan's thrusts became more erratic as he chased after me, his lips trailing wet kisses down my jawline in a path that ended at my earlobe. His warm breath tickled my skin as he murmured my name over and over in a lust-filled mantra.

Oh fuck, I don't know how much of this I can take.

Just as I pressed a hand to his stomach to get him to stop, he groaned, filling me to the hilt and coming inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his body shuddering against mine.

Now that he was no longer working my sore hole, I didn't want him to leave my body. Ever.

As Logan's breathing slowed to normal, he gently pulled himself out and lay next to me. He slipped a hand between my cheeks and tenderly explored me back there.

I hissed and pushed at his hand.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked.

"It was incredible." I sighed and rolled into his arms. The way he held me against him might even be better than the sex.

"I'm glad."

"We can do that as often as we want, right?"

Logan brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes and kissed my forehead. His chuckle was deep and warm, vibrating through me.

"Aren't you sore?" he asked.

"Well…yeah."

"We can do it more when your body can handle more. This was already intense for a first time."

Heat filled my face at the reminder of how I almost stopped him before he came. He was right that I was sore.

His stomach growled loudly, and a laugh bubbled up from him.

"You need food."

"I do. I never had a chance to eat dinner because someone got us kicked out of the restaurant."

"Not true. We left."

He kissed my lips and got out of bed. I started to rise, every movement a literal pain in my ass, but he eased me back down to lie. "No, you stay. I'll bring you some pills to dull the pain and also something to eat. Would you like that?"

A sudden shyness came over me. He was making me feel all soft again. My stomach flipped at the tender way he looked at me. Really looked at me like I was his.

"Bloom?"

"Hmm?"

He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, then shook his head and smiled. "I'll also turn the hot tub on later. It'll help, I promise."

And of course I believed him. I would always believe him.