11. Logan

11

LOGAN

I rolled over and glanced at the clock on my bedside table. 3 a.m. Josh lay sprawled on his back, one arm flung up, and I’d ended up near the edge of the bed. As I rolled over toward him, he stirred with a soft chuff of air, his extended arm sweeping slowly down and pulling me closer.

We’d both fallen asleep after the first round, and then woken an hour later to do it all over again. I’d taken both our cocks in my hand, along with a liberal amount of lube, and lost myself in the ecstasy of Josh’s grunts and moans as we thrust against each other. His eagerness was addictive as anything, and I was the one to come first that time.

Now his body was sleep-warm and gorgeous in the moonlight bathing him and painting shadows across his profile. I snuggled into him, a wave of contentment suffusing me as my nose brushed his shoulder. I couldn’t resist sneaking a touch to the hard planes of his stomach, light and barely there. I guess he was awake enough, because he rolled his hips gently and the tip of his cock brushed the edge of my fingers, warm as the rest of him but a softer contrast to the firmness of his abs. Skimming a touch lightly down his shaft, I dared a caress over his balls and tightened my grip when he moaned and pushed into my hand. In the span of a heartbeat, I was hard again, my dick rubbing against his thigh as I massaged his balls and then slid my hand behind, caressing the silky skin of his taint before stroking a finger over the hot core of him.

Josh sucked in a shuddery breath as I circled the muscle. He let me play with him like that, teasing all of my favorite erogenous zones on a man until his cock started twitching wantonly in the air, and his eyes fluttered open.

“That feels so fucking good,” he whispered.

I kissed his jaw and urged his left leg up. I sucked the head of his cock lightly before wetting my finger and pressing firmly against his hole until he let just the tip inside with another sharp gasp.

“How’s that?”

“A little… oh fuck . Good, really good,” he panted, as I circled my other hand around his cock and started stroking, still licking and sucking his crown.

He was burning hot inside, and so tight, clenching my finger with every upstroke I gave his cock. When I added a second finger, he nearly came off the bed as I twisted them inside him. I left his cock for a second to guide his hand to my aching shaft, keening at the rough tugs he gave me. Enough to take the edge off while building it up at the same time. “Flip over,” I told him, and he complied immediately, stretching out on his stomach. He turned his head to the side and kept craning it, trying to watch me as I smoothed a hand down the long, sleek line of his back, over the perfect peach globes of his ass.

He jolted as I spread his cheeks. “Wha—” he stuttered into a whisper as I knelt and buried my face between his spread thighs, flicking my tongue over his hole and tasting him. “Oh fuck, no one’s ever… I haven’t… Jesus.”

“Is this okay?” I checked.

“Yesssss.” He moaned again, cheeks reflexively contracting as I licked him. I loved listening to him sputter, hearing the strain in his voice, feeling him tighten and relax with every pass. Pushing a finger inside him once more, I laved his rim, then moved to the side, sucking and biting the skin as I fingered him.

Josh groaned, and thrust against the bed when I added the second finger. “I want it, Logan. Fuck, I want it bad. I swear I’m gonna rub a hole through your mattress.”

Never ever in my life had I imagined I’d hear a plea like that from a guy like Joshua Pickett. I would’ve chuckled at the last part if I wasn’t so turned on. Heat rushed through me, dappling every nerve ending in my body with pleasure, building pressure in my balls and my dripping cock.

A few more gut-twistingly erotic moments of Josh humping the bed as I licked his hole, and he rolled to one side, capturing my chin and urging me up to him. “I wanna suck your cock. Can I?” he rasped.

My answer was to scramble free of the covers, nearly kicking him in the process. His warm chuckle poured over my stomach as he slid down my body, and I cried out as he licked over the head of my cock, then paused. “I can taste you.”

“Is it… Is it bad?”

“No,” he said thoughtfully, then swiped his tongue over me again. “It’s different. I like it. It’s really fucking good.” He took more of me into his mouth, tonguing around the flared head of my cock, sucking me experimentally a few times before he really got to work. I writhed under the searing pleasure his mouth and hands sent coursing through me, clutching the bedsheets trying to keep myself from bucking too hard and choking him.