16. Josh

16

JOSH

M y breath caught as I gazed down at Logan splayed on the floor. Suddenly he hooked a leg around my waist and flipped our positions. He pressed me into the carpet with a wicked grin I was still getting used to seeing on his face.

“God, I fucking love when you do that,” I managed, my hands finding his hips as he straddled me. The way he took control like this—it got me every time.

“Do what?” He rocked against me, making us both groan. The firelight caught in his eyes, dark and intent without his glasses, and fuck if that didn’t do things to me. He kept finding new ways to wreck me.

“Take what you want.”

Instead of replying, he caught my mouth in a searing kiss, grinding down against me in a way that made my brain short circuit and my dick twitch. I arched into him, desperate for more friction, but he pulled back just enough to keep me chasing the contact.

“Fucking tease,” I groaned as he nipped at my jaw. “You’re as frustrating as one of those damn projectile problems sometimes.”

“You said you like it,” he reminded me and sat back, running his hands under my shirt. “Off,” he commanded, tugging at my shirt and I immediately complied, lifting up so he could pull it over my head.

The second my arms were free, I surged up, wrapping one arm around Logan’s waist while my other hand tangled in his hair. “My turn,” I growled against his throat, and felt him full-body shiver as I sucked a mark into his skin like some territorial going-away present. His hips jerked against mine, but he didn’t push me away, just tilted his head to give me better access, gasping as I worked my way down his neck.

He slid his hand between us, fumbling with my belt. “These, too.”

I nipped at his collarbone. “Yours first.”

For a moment, we were just a tangle of hands and desperate movements, both trying to undress each other without breaking contact. His shirt caught on his arms, and he cursed, making me laugh. He shut me up with another dizzying kiss.

When I finally managed to wrench my pant leg from my ankle, and we were both naked, Logan shifted against me, the hot slide of his cock against mine making us both suck in a breath. I grasped his hips, guiding his movements as we rocked against each other. Of all the mind-blowing shit we’d done with each other since that first night, feeling his cock gliding against mine still fucked me up in the best of ways.

Every brush of his skin sent electricity charging through me. When he reached between us to wrap his hand around both our cocks, I clamped down on my lip to keep from coming right then. I was still working that out, too. I’d never had a fast trigger in my life. Until Logan.

Logan reached up, fumbling the drawer of the nightstand open and pulling out the lube. The staccato rasp of his breath as he stroked us together, the dark hunger in his eyes, was almost too much.

He thumbed the head of our cocks, spreading the wetness there, and his whole body trembled again as I ran my hands up his back, down his sides, everywhere I could reach.

The click of the lube cap seemed loud in the quiet room. Logan sat back, and I almost protested until I saw him reaching behind himself. My cock throbbed at the sight of him working himself open while still grinding against me.

His head fell back in a silent moan, the firelight dancing across the elegant line of his throat and I couldn’t resist sitting up to taste his skin there, feel the vibration of his pulse and raspy breaths. His free hand clutched at my shoulder as he rode his own fingers, cock leaving wet trails across my stomach.

I pressed one slick finger alongside his, and the sound he made had my cock jerking between us. Nudging his fingers away, I replaced them with my own, opening him up and feeling his thighs quake when he rocked back against my hand.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” he moaned. “More.” He fumbled for the lube and drizzled it over my cock in a cool stream, then lifted onto his knees, positioning himself above me before sinking down slowly.

I gasped at the intensity, the heat, the slowness, as he descended.

My hands found Logan’s hips, steadying his rhythm, but he caught my wrists and lowered them, hands sliding down my forearms to splay on my biceps and keep me pinned. “Oh fuck, that feels…” I moaned. “You’re going to kill me.” I was already seeing stars again.

“Want you to think about this when you’re gone.” He kept me pinned as he rode me, leaving me desperate to touch him.

“Believe me,” I stuttered out, “I won’t be able to forget it. Fuck!” I gasped again as he slid up and then all the way down on my cock, grinding at the base. Pleasure streaked through me like comet trails, leaving me flushed all over.

When Logan finally released one of my arms to wrap a hand around himself, I immediately followed, closing my hand over his and tightening his grip to send him spiraling.

“Oh god,” he rasped. “I’m gonna—” His thighs shook again, and I could feel him losing control.

I thrust up to meet him on his next downstroke, going right over the edge after him, my climax igniting from my balls outward in searing waves of pleasure. “Oh fuck,” I cried out.

Logan threw his head back as shattered, his body going taut. “ HolyshitIfuckingloveyou !”

I collapsed backwards with a soppy, sated smile, Logan’s voice and words rebounding through my brain.

For a moment, there was only the hiss of the fire and our harsh breathing. Then Logan’s words seemed to catch up with him and he stiffened. “I…that wasn’t… I mean… I know it’s soon!”

I pulled him down against my chest before he could spiral further, my heart racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the sex we’d just had. “Say it again.”

Logan lifted his head, eyes wide behind the hair falling in his face, a flush still painting his cheeks. “What?”

“What you said when you came.” I brushed his hair back, letting him see my smile. “So I can say it back to you, because I feel it, too. I mean, my face isn’t gonna look exactly the same as yours when you said it, but if you give me another ten minutes to recover, I think I can nail it.”

“Fucking asshole.” He burst into laughter and punched my arm, before sobering. “Seriously?”

I nodded and Logan kept a skeptical eye on me as he said, “I love you.”

“And I love you,” I said solemnly, my gaze unwavering and focused so he’d know I meant it to my core. I traced my thumb over his cheekbone. “Have for a while, I was kind of terrified of saying it too soon, too. You’re just braver than me.”

“Or just discovered I have no self-control when I’m coming.”

“Are you saying that’s happened before?” I arched a brow. “Careful, don’t make me jealous.”

“Oh god no, that’s never happened before you.” Logan brushed his lips over mine and then laughed, dropping his forehead to my chest. “We’re idiots. Here I was worried I’d just ruined everything by blurting it out during sex.”

“Logan.” I tilted his face back up to mine. “You could never ruin anything—I mean, besides snowballs, and probably the shirt I wore over here, but those are negligible losses. And if that’s how you tell me you love me… like I just said, I’m looking forward to hearing it again. I’ll even match you.” I waggled my brows.

Logan groaned, trying to hide his face again, but I caught him in another kiss instead. When we broke apart, he was smiling—that quieter smile I’d noticed when we were alone and tangled up. The one that felt like it was just for us.

I wrapped my arms tighter around him, not caring about the mess between us or the hard floor beneath my back. “Though maybe next time we could say it somewhere more comfortable than the floor?”

“The floor was your idea,” he reminded me, but made no move to get up. Instead, he nuzzled against my neck, pressing soft kisses there that sent tingles through my body. “Besides, it’s kind of perfect. The fire, the snow outside…”

“The ancient Christmas tree witnessing our love confessions.”

He snorted against my skin. “Way to ruin the moment.”

“Pretty sure we ruined the moment when you started freaking out about saying ‘I love you’.”

“I did not freak out.” He reared back to glare at me, but his mock outrage was undermined by the way he was still absently stroking my chest. “Plus, didn’t you literally just say I could never ruin anything?”

“Shit, I did.” I gripped his biceps tighter, laughing as he called me out. “Maybe I should see if there’s a logic or debate course I can sign up for next semester. You’ll be my tutor, of course.”

“Of course.” He grinned. “But seriously, I wasn’t freaking out. I was… processing.”

“Mmhmm.” I caught his hand, bringing it to my lips. “Whatever you say, Professor .”

Logan’s eyes darkened and he rolled his hips against me deliberately, like he wanted to make sure I felt his cock hardening again. “We’ve still got all night before break starts. Plenty of time to get all sorts of ‘tutoring’ in.”

Fuck . I slid from beneath him and grasped his hand to help him upright. “Come on. Bed’s only a few feet away. Let’s ‘study’ in comfort this time.”

We cleaned up quickly and tumbled under the covers, immediately tangling together again for another round. This time, I bottomed. My “ HolyshitIloveyou ” ended up being off by two seconds, but I was pretty sure my expression was on point, judging by the way my toes curled when I came for the second time.

Afterwards we lay there like sloths once again.

“Thank you for my gift,” he murmured drowsily. “Both of them.”

I pressed a kiss to his temple. “Both?”

“Mmm. The book. And saying it back. Way preferable to dying of embarrassment.”

I chuckled and pulled him closer, burying my nose in the crown of the head, smelling his shampoo and skin. “It’s true. I love you, even if you’re a terrible tutor who seduces his students.”

His answering laugh was an even better gift than the snow globe I’d set on the nightstand, with its silver stars glinting over the two hapless figurines inside.