Chapter 8

8

LINCOLN

I 'm not sure what came over me this morning, or should I say last night. After everything that happened, between the rapist I killed, the phone call with Logan where we made our relationship official, and then the interaction with Asher, I just felt I needed to clear my head. Hence me sitting outside the door to Logan's apartment waiting to surprise him without having even called him. After easily hacking his schedule, I know he only has half a day of classes today and that he will be coming home to study, so I left work early and drove here. I was ready to bribe his doorman, but apparently I am on the list of approved visitors and he let me right up to wait.

I've already been here a while, just answering emails and hacking into the lives of criminals, but when my phone goes off yet again in my pocket I know I can no longer ignore it. Of course I find multiple missed calls, and since one of them is Eliza I decide to quickly call her back first to check in.

After a few dial tones she answers almost a little breathlessly, "Mr. Blackwell, there you are."

"Everything okay?" I ask, just as I hear a loud crash in the background, and panic curls in my gut. "Eliza, what's going on?" I pull my laptop back into my lap ready to pull up the security feeds .

"Everything is fine, sir, it's just Mr. Donovan," she responds calmly, just as the feeds appear before me, and I see the man in question.

"What the hell is he doing?" I say more to myself than her, but she answers me anyway.

"He's on a bit of a rampage," she all but whispers, and I see us both watching the same crazy man before us.

Asher is storming back and forth between meeting rooms, switching around chairs, and slamming tables about, and basically just causing a chaos of mess for no apparent reason.

"Why is he on a rampage?" I ask, and I see Eliza shrug on the screens as she watches him.

"I have no idea, sir," she replies, and I almost laugh as I watch him, because I doubt Asher even knows what's wrong with him, let alone her. He's not exactly one for dealing with his thoughts and feelings.

"Alright, leave it with me," I say, cutting the phone call off before she can even respond, and it's only then I notice I have missed calls from the security guys in the office too, and a bunch of text messages.

Seb: Linc man, can you talk to Ash, he's pissed

Harry: Yeah man, he's going fucking crazy today

Landon: We'd do it, but we all know he's a fucking psychopath

Seb: I think that's unfair to actual psychopaths.

Seb: That man has the devil himself inside of him

Harry: Yeah, I don't care if I fought in a war, I'm not fighting him

Landon: I'd rather fight 50 toddlers

Seb: In what universe is fighting 50 toddlers a comparison

Landon: Have you met toddlers? They're fucking insane

Harry: Yeah I'm with Lan on this one, kids are crazy…

Harry: Just like Donovan

Their messages make me smile as I exit out of them and dial Ash's number, bringing the phone back to my ear. It rings and rings, and I see him actively ignoring it on the screen in front of me, but I persist until he eventually gives in. I watch as he pulls the phone from his pocket without even looking at it before he answers.

"What?" He practically roars down the line, and his tone only amuses me further.

"Are you causing trouble without me, Dark Prince?" I purr, and watch in delight as his entire persona changes on the screen at the sound of my voice.

"Lincoln," he sighs in annoyance, and as always that one word from his lips sends tingles down my spine.

"I only left the office for one day and you turned it upside down. Are we redecorating?" I ask, with nothing but amusement lacing my tone, and I see his stare snap up towards one of the cameras.

"Why don't you concentrate on your boyfriend , and leave me alone, Blackwell," he spits, and just like the first time Logan said it, the word boyfriend slices right through me.

"Ah, so that's what this is about," I reply knowingly, watching his face turn red with anger at my response.

"Contrary to what you believe, what you and Logan do together, including what your relationship status is, is of no concern o f mine," he grits through his teeth, yet I don't think he even realizes all the anger from before has actually dissipated, as he takes a seat casually on one of the tables and tips his head back as if in relief.

"Oh is that right?" I smirk, zooming in on the screens so I can dissect his every move. "Not even if I tell you that sometimes when we fuck we imagine you between us?" My words have his neck snapping back down as he brings his stare back to one of the cameras, and I would swear he could see me from the look on his face, and all it does is fuel the fire inside of me. "When you get tired of rearranging furniture let me know, because there are plenty of other things I could think of for you to do to release all that pent up energy," I let my sentence trail off into silence before I add, "Have a nice day, Dark Prince."

It kills me to disconnect the call, but I don't want to push him too much. Instead I watch him hold the phone against his ear as if in shock, before he finally pulls it away and stares down at it. Then without a word to anyone, he leaves the chaos behind, storms to his office and slams the door, and doesn't come out for the rest of the day.

I go back to my work with a smirk on my face and by the time lunch rolls around my laptop is tucked back into my overnight bag, just in time for the elevator to ding and Logan to appear. I asked the front desk to keep my arrival a surprise which I know they adhered to, because when Logan spots me his entire face lights up with a smile.

"I always knew you were obsessed with me, Blackwell," he purrs, stalking towards me with nothing but intent in his stare, and once again that name does things to me. "To what do I owe this surprise," he asks, as his body collides with mine, his lips cutting off any answer I could have given him in response, as he renders me speechless with his mouth.

Logan Royton kisses in a way that makes you feel like the world might be ending but his kiss would save you. Like you are drowning and his kiss is a life raft, like you are stranded in the desert and his lips are the water that will bring you back to life. He kisses me and the darkness that usually clings to me lightens, the shadows that surround me evaporate, and the noise in my head gets just a little quieter. I let his kiss bring me back to life, I let it erase the stress and tension, I let it wash away the blood on my hands, and I let it make him mine.

We pull apart just long enough for him to unlock his door and usher us inside but then I am right back on him, slamming his frame against the wall and claiming his mouth once more. Every part of us collides and my pulse begins hammering as desire takes over everything inside of me, as the desperate need to touch him, taste him, take him completely just takes over everything else. It's nothing new, the desire to have him, really fucking have him, it's been strong since the moment I laid eyes on him, and now he finally belongs to me. He belongs to me in a way no one ever has before, and just the thought of that does something to me.

My body crowds around him, caging him between me and the wall completely as my hands dig into his soft, dark hair, pulling it tight so I can force my tongue deeper into his mouth. The ridge of his erection digs into my own and I roll my hips against him making him gasp at the friction, a sound I quickly swallow, as I anticipate all the ways I am going to make him scream for me.

"Fuck," he moans, pulling away from my kiss to catch his breath, as I let my teeth and tongue drag down his jaw to his throat, where I bite him hard, ensuring I leave a mark that will let everyone know he belongs to someone. Logan reaches between us and cups me roughly through my pants, as he pleads, "I need you inside of me, Lincoln, I need to feel your cock, p lease."

I let him play with me, rolling my hips into his touch, and bringing my mouth to his ear so he can hear exactly what he does to me, before I whisper, "Don't fucking tempt me, baby, not when I'm already so fucking desperate for you." I drag my mouth back down the stubble of his jaw, and reclaim his lips with a moan, as he finds that perfect spot at the end of my cock.

"I'm so fucking hard for you," he grunts against my lips, and my mouth waters at the thought of his hard cock, as another moan falls from me.

I can't take anymore, I pull away from him, batting his hand from my cock, and just as he is about to protest, I drop to my knees before him and smile. "First you're going to fuck my throat, then I am going to lay you out and watch you take every inch of my cock until you beg me to stop."

A choked gasp leaves him at my words, as my hands reach out and unfasten his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down to release his cock. I wrap my fist around his shaft, pre-cum already beading at the tip, and I swipe my thumb across it, relishing in the groan that falls from his lips. A groan which only grows when I lap my tongue against his crown and let the salty tang of him explode against my tastebuds. My desire for him is holding on by a thread, as one word pulses through my mind over and over again.

Mine.

I open my mouth and run my teeth over the underside of his cock, barely wrapping my lips around him, and teasing him so completely that his hands fist into my hair and I moan at the feel of them. Swirling my tongue around his head, I taste and tease him, turning his breathing ragged, and I swear I feel him get thicker against my tongue as it laps against it. I flick my stare up to meet him and his eyes are filled with darkness and lust, and I smirk around his length as I continue to tease him.

His hands slip down to the base of my skull in a way he knows I favor with him, and he smirks right back as he commands, "Take my cock deeper. Now."

I love seeing him like this, lost to his desire and determined to take control, especially when he knows the only person in charge here is me. I might be on my knees for him, but I still have all the power. A power I bask in as I swallow his cock whole, taking him all the way to the back of my throat and letting the strangled moan that leaves him spur me on even more. It pushes me to take him further, fucking my mouth with his cock until I am gagging and breathless, yet I still don't stop.

Logan gasps and moans, his whole body writhing against the wall as my head bobs back and forth, sucking his cock as every thrust of his hips pushes him deeper into my throat. "Fuck, Lincoln, you are swallowing me whole, I can't fucking take it," he cries, his pupils blown wide with disbelief and pleasure, as he watches me swallow his dick with ease.

My own cock aches for relief at his words, at the taste and feel of him against my tongue, but right now this is all about him. About working out his frustrations on my mouth, so I can spend the rest of the day working out my own on his body. So I lavish his cock with attention, licking and sucking, until he starts to thrust into my mouth hard and fast, a furious pace that is both rough and needy in equal parts, and I take it all. His calm and usual playful manner is gone, and in its place is someone determined to get their release down my throat.

"Fuck, Lincoln, fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, as he watches himself sink into my mouth with every roll of his hips and every bob of my head. The tip is tapping the back of my throat and making my eyes water with the brute force of him. ‘I'm gonna fucking come," he adds, with a choked gasp, gripping his fingers even tighter into my skull, as his pace becomes even more brutal .

I close my mouth around every inch of him, sucking and swallowing as fast as I can, until I feel his cum explode down the back of my throat. His body crumples back against the wall, yet still I slowly bob my head back and forth, lapping up every drop of his release until he is completely out of breath and staring down at me with a smile.

"Fucking hell, I wish that was waiting for me every day when I got home," he laughs breathlessly, and I smile, licking the remnants of him from my lips and rising to my feet.

My desire for him hasn't dissipated in any way. If anything, I want him even more now than I ever have, and I plan to spend a long time showing him exactly what he does to me. I don't bother with a response, just slam my lips back to his and pull his already satisfied body against mine, delighting when it comes alive against me once more. His entire body responds to my kiss, especially as my hands begin to explore the hard planes of his torso. I reach beneath his shirt to find that smooth, solid six pack he prides himself on waiting for me underneath. My mouth waters to delve between every ridge, despite having him just brutalized it, I just need more.

I pull him from the door, dragging him in the direction I know his room to be, bumping into everything in our wake as our desperation for one another takes control. By the time we make it to the bedroom, I have pulled off his top and he has ripped open my shirt, our hands insistent on exploring each other as our tongues and teeth clash in a battle of ownership. A battle I will never let him win, a battle I can't let him win, it's not in my nature, so I take my time in owning him, commanding him, until I can feel him practically melting beneath my touch, and only then do I push him back onto the mattress.

He falls perfectly, splaying out in front of me like my own personal feast, one I still have the taste of lingering on my tongue, an d I can't help but palm my aching dick still confined in my trousers. Of course Logan notices, biting his lip as he watches me with an amused grin. With his eyes on my hands I slowly undo my belt, meticulously pulling the leather from the strap that holds it in place, and freeing it from the metal that keeps it from opening. I rip it open, separating the two pieces of leather from meeting, then smoothly pull it from the loops in my trousers until it snaps free. Then I undo the button and leisurely slide down the zipper until they are completely unfastened.

My eyes stay on him, but his eyes remain on my hands, his hungry stare not faltering as he silently urges me to continue. Obeying his request, I move my hands to my waistband and slowly push down my trousers and boxers in one smooth move. I let them rest around my thighs, ensuring enough room to free my cock, which I tug on ever so slowly, making myself hiss. It doesn't matter that the touch is just my own warm palm, with the taste of him still fresh in my mouth, and his eyes on me like he never wants me to leave, I am so close to the edge I can practically feel myself falling.

I stroke myself up and down savoring the way my thumb flicks over my crown when Logan reaches up and snatches my hand from my cock, and just as I am about to protest, he brings it to his mouth and drags his tongue up and down it, coating it in his salvia. Only when he is satisfied that my hand is nice and wet does he release it, allowing me to bring the now slick palm back to the base of my cock. I curse as I begin stroking myself again, my hand now moving more freely with the help of his spit, and his eyes turn molten as he watches me.

It's why I can't stop myself from teasing him. "Does my boyfriend need to be fucked?" I ask, enjoying the new description of our relationship more than I thought.

Logan pants, his own cock hardening agai n as he watches me, his eyes flicking between my own and my cock before he grunts, "No, I don't need to be fucked." I smirk at his outright lie before he adds, "I don't need to be fucked, I need to be fucked by you, Lincoln." His voice is almost pleading, begging even, and I can't resist him, not when he is so desperate for me.

I allow myself a few more smooth strokes before I pull back, standing back at the end of his bed, and reaching up to pull off his pants, making sure I bring his boxers with them. Once he is completely naked I follow suit, pushing my own trousers and boxers completely off until there isn't anything between us, and only then do I climb on top of him. I straddle his hips, bringing our cocks next to each other and just as he opens his mouth to say something, I spit into my palm and circle both our cocks with my hand and stroke my salvia up and down our shafts until they are glistening.

"Tell me who this cock belongs to," I demand, enjoying every little gasp my touch elicits from him. "Tell me who you belong to?"

"Fuck, you, Lincoln, I belong to you," he moans, tipping his head back and closing his eyes, and I enjoy how sensitive his cock is even though it only just came in my mouth.

"That's right, Lo, you're mine, aren't you?" I ask, his moans of agreement being the only answer I am searching for. "Your cock is mine, your ass is mine, and you're mine, aren't you?" I pair almost every word with the quick tug of my hand, until my saliva is mixed with so much pre cum that my hand slides up and down us both with ease.

"Fuck me, Lincoln, please," he pleads with me, his hands splaying in the sheets beside us where he tugs on them in search of relief.

"Such a good boy, begging for my cock," I praise him, my own cock practically pulsing against his with the need to fuck him. So much so that I release us both, much to his dismay, and push off the bed and head to his bedside drawer where I know he keeps his supplies.

Pulling it open I find multiple bottles of lube, condoms, sex toys, and I smirk as I reach for one of the bottles, bringing it back to the bed with me. Logan watches me with glazed eyes as I open it up, pouring it generously between his cock, mine, my fingers, and his ass, until they are all dripping in anticipation. Only then do I toss it aside, letting my now free hand travel between his thighs until I find his hole, I press against it and relish in his gasp. Especially when he instantly begins pushing down towards my fingers, begging for me to push inside.

"Lincoln," he groans, dragging out the two syllables of my name like a prayer I want him to recite forever.

"It's okay, baby, I got you," I tell him, sliding one of my lubed up fingers inside his hole slowly, carefully preparing him to take me.

I fuck him gently with my hand, increasing one finger to two, until he is writhing against my hand and begging for more. Only then do I pull my fingers out and line up my cock with his hole, pressing against him slowly until my crown starts to penetrate him. Both of us curse at the feeling, but I don't stop there, I can't, I am too far gone, and as if reading my mind, Logan nods, giving me the only permission I need, before I slam inside of him in one slick thrust.

"Oh fuck," he yells in a mix of pleasure and pain, his ass closing tight around my length, so much so that I have to grit my teeth to try and compose myself. I pause inside of him, letting us both adjust, when he begs with me once more. "No, don't stop, Linc, fuck me please, fuck me hard and show me who I belong to."

Fuck. How can I resist an offer like that?