12. Josh

12

JOSH

L ogan was driving me crazy in the absolute best of ways. His quiet moans, how he tensed up and relaxed and squirmed with pleasure as I sucked him. Maybe it wasn’t the best blowjob he’d had, or even anything close, but he made me feel like I had some clue what I was doing, and that was just as sexy as he was.

I pulled off and leaned back, draping his legs over the tops of my thighs as I gazed down at him in wonder at how this night had turned out. It was way better than I’d ever hoped for.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Logan’s eyes were dark and glassy as he looked up at me, his voice husky.

Did I fucking ever. “You want me to? You like it like that?”

He nodded rapidly. “I like it all ways.”

“I think I do, too.” I guess I couldn’t be certain, having never had another guy inside me before, but when Logan had fingered me earlier, I’d definitely been down for more. The idea of being inside him, though, set me on fire.

Logan wriggled around a bit and reached into his bedside drawer, pulling out condoms and the big tube of lube he’d used on us earlier. “Lots of lube, yeah?”

“Okay,” I whispered, still hardly believing this was my life as I bent over and kissed his stomach and then straightened to focus on the supplies he handed me. In my overeager grip, the lube shot out, dousing my cock. Way too fucking much. “Shit,” I huffed, as Logan laughed. “I got so much I’m probably gonna be like that scene from Christmas Vacation where Clark greases the sled too much.”

“Just spread it around.” Logan’s voice was full of humor, but I did as he instructed, stroking the lube over my sheathed cock, smearing the excess over his hole and then lining up the head of my dick.

“You need to um… can you open me up a little bit? You’re not exactly small.”

Oh. Duh. Right. I could definitely do that.

Logan arched with a breathy sigh as I rubbed over his hole, pressing and circling around the firm muscle until the tip of my thumb slid inside. Damn, if that wasn’t a hot-as-hell experience in and of itself.

“Feel okay?” I asked, wanting to make sure I wasn’t screwing it all up.

“So good. Fuck, keep going. More .”

I got lost in the act, stretching him open with my fingers and thumb. The moonlight was enough to give me a dim view of him swallowing me. I could’ve kept going just like that, my cock throbbing with pleasure and desperation, but after a few moments, Logan spread his legs wider and groaned. “Fuck, do it. I need it.”

I rubbed my lubed cock against the seam of his ass, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head at the sensation of his skin against mine. His hole seemed so small, like an impossible fit, and it took us a few tries to get in a good position. And then… then the world exploded around me in a shower of diamond-bright heat as the head of my cock sank inside him.

Logan hissed out, one hand flying to clutch the arm I’d braced myself on as I guided my cock deeper.

I went still immediately. “Too much?”

“God no, perfect. Keep going. Slowly, though.”

I nodded mutely and soothed a hand down his shoulder, leaning over to kiss him. To be honest, I needed the distraction of that kiss, because the feel of him clenching around me was enough to make my balls tighten in anticipation. “Just um… you just tell me what you want.”

I moved excruciatingly slowly, trying to keep myself from crashing over the edge of orgasm and to keep from hurting him. Gradually we began moving together. Logan pulled me closer, our mouths locking as I thrust inside him. We gasped against each other as pleasure mounted, burning like liquid fire in my veins.

“You can go harder now.” Logan’s voice was strained as he squirmed against me, wrapping his legs around my waist.

“You want me to?”

“Fuck yes.”

Given the enthusiastic permission, I unleashed, pulling out and slamming back into him, letting instinct, pleasure, and his encouraging moans drive me into his body over and over. Logan clutched at me, his grip unforgiving perfection as every cell in my body thrummed with electricity that collected in my groin.

Releasing me suddenly, Logan gripped his cock, stroking it roughly as he exploded on a stuttered groan. The vise-like grip of his contractions sent me crashing after him. I full-body shuddered as my orgasm ripped through me and left my muscles trembling. My lips brushed over his throat as I eased my weight onto his chest and panted, waiting for my heart rate to slow down. “Holy fuck,” I murmured against his sweat-damp skin.

“I’m not sure there was anything holy about that.” Logan exhaled a contented sigh and curled into me when I rolled off of him to remove the condom. I stuck it on top of the wrapper and then wrapped an arm around him, echoing his satisfied sigh.

“I really like your place.” And him. And everything about this night. I breathed him in as I combed my fingers lazily through the soft strands.

“Mmmm. S’nice,” he replied on a drowsy yawn. I wasn’t sure if he was agreeing that his place was nice or that he liked me messing with his hair. And before I could figure out how to articulate all the other things I’d liked about the night, the quiet, steady pattern of his breathing told me he’d fallen asleep again.