19. Logan

NINETEEN

A tiny voiceat the back of my mind reminds me there's a big bad villain out there, waiting to barge into the cabin and murder us.

Minor detail.

The rest of me is more than preoccupied with the cock in my throat. Jared's delicious, mouth-watering, succulent cock.

I take him so hard and so fast, it triggers my gag reflex. I ignore it. Spit runs down my chin. Tears pour out of my eyes. Obscene gurgling sounds spill from the back of my throat. But I don't stop. I don't even dare slow down.

I fuck my face on Jared's cock, doing all the work and reaping all the damage.

"Fuck, you're choking on my cock."

I sneak a glance up at Jared, and he's staring at me wide-eyed, like he can't quite believe what he's seeing. He better believe it. I was serious about what I said. I want to make him whole and then tear him apart. I want to take care of this brave, selfless, loyal man until he's been pampered to within an inch of his life.

It's the least he deserves.

I bury my nose into his pelvis. My lungs burn, my head grows fuzzy, and my vision goes hazy around the edges.

Like most of the world, I've spent my entire existence oblivious to the dangers around me. I go about my normal life, with my normal job and my normal friends. Criminal underworlds, creepy abandoned industrial facilities, and death-defying car chases only exist in the movies.

Except, in the past week, I've been abducted, tied up, shot at, chased after, and now I'm a part of an FBI sting operation or whatever this is called. It's surreal. It's crazy. And yet, this is Jared's version of normal. This is his every day.

I want us to forget how much danger we're in. I want to remind us what it's like to feel good, to feel connected. I want us to hold on to this precious, beautiful thing we have and never let go. We'll make it out of this. Alive and well and ready to spend the rest of our lives together. We have to. I won't accept anything less.

"Fuck, look at you. So hungry for my cock."

I'm right on the edge of passing out when I finally come up for air. I'm a mess, tears streaming down my face, spit covering my chin. I've drooled gallons onto Jared's groin, leaving his cock glistening and shiny.

Panting, I stroke his length. I love how heavy it feels in my palm, the raised lines of his veins, so plump and full. The head is engorged, smooth and spongey when I run my thumb over it. A gush of pre-cum spills out when I rub on that spot right underneath the head.

I want this thing inside me. I need it. Desperately. My hole clenches around nothing. My ass feels unbearably empty.

We've both been this close to dying god knows how many times in the last week, and who knows whether we'll even make it through the next twenty-four hours. If this is my last day on earth, then I know how I want to spend it—sitting on Jared's cock.

Letting his cock fall out of my hand, I scramble off the bed to grab the duffle bag containing our clothes and toiletries.

"What are you doing?" Jared asks, but I don't answer.

Instead, I dig through the bag until I find the bottle again. I'm guessing Victoria threw it in there, though I don't know when she had time.

I turn with the bottle in my hand and when Jared spots it, he drops his head back on the pillow.

"Victoria? That's what the whole ‘I want to make sure you're comfortable' thing was all about, wasn't it?"

"Probably." I climb onto the bed again with a smirk.

"You didn't put her up to it, did you?"

Laughing, I squirt a healthy dose of lube onto my hand, then I straddle Jared's hips, facing away from him so he can get a nice, up-close view of my ass. "Nope, I found it when we were packing up the SUV in the city." I glance at him over my shoulder. "Do you really want to talk about how we got lube? Or do you want me to use it?"

Jared's gaze drops to my ass and he licks his lips. "Use it. Definitely use it."

"Good," I give him my best sultry smile, then bend over, bracing myself on one arm. With the other, I reach behind me and push a finger into my hole.

I groan at the familiar stretch and burn. Behind me, Jared sucks in a sharp breath. I don't wait for my body to loosen before pushing a second finger in.

"Fuck, Logan." The strangled, needy sound is music to my ears.

I set a slow, steady pace with my fingers, pulling them all the way out before plunging them all the way back in. Then I lower my head and take Jared's cock in my mouth again.

"Fuck! Logan!" His hips come off the bed, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth. "Fuck!"

If my jaw wasn't open so wide, I'd be grinning from ear to ear. I choke myself on his cock again and add a third finger to my ass. Jared's hands are running up and down my thighs, and I can feel the laser focus of his gaze on my hole.

"Yesss, that's it. Fuck yourself. Goddamn. Stretch that hole. Get it ready for my thick cock."

His words make my skin tingle, make my stomach clench with want. My cock aches, leaking a steady drip of pre-cum onto Jared's stomach. Meanwhile, my mouth is full of cock and my ass is full of fingers. I could probably make myself come like this.

I force myself to stop before I do, balanced right at the cliff's edge. When the immediacy recedes, I rip my fingers from my ass and reposition myself with Jared's cock poised at my hole.

"Fuck."

Jared's cock jerks in my hand as I hold it steady. Then I sink down on it, arching my back as he stretches me wider than all three of my fingers combined.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

Jared twitches under me, struggling to stay still. But I don't speed up and I don't slow down. Just a steady, maddening pace that will drive us both wild with desire. I don't stop until Jared's fully sheathed inside me, then I let myself pause and savor the feeling.

So full. Stretched so wide. Every breath I take makes me more aware of his cock. Every tiny movement makes my skin tingle that much more. I feel alive when Jared's inside me. I feel bigger than life, powerful, able to conquer anything that comes my way. His cock gives me strength, makes me bold, and shores me up.

"Jesus Christ, Logan." Jared's hands come to my hips, calluses rough and grip strong.

I roll my hips. Front to back. Side to side. Around in a circle. I grind down on him and holy Christ almighty, he goes so deep.

"Fuck yourself on me. Do it."

I lift up an inch, then sink back down. Up an inch, then back down. I don't know if I'd call this fucking, necessarily. No, this is more like a leisurely ride. I'm taking my sweet time as his cock massages the inside of my ass.

Jared's big hands wrap around my hips, and his thumbs fit perfectly in the two dimples on my lower back. It's like I was made for him. Made for him to hold, made to hold him.

I lengthen my movements, rising onto my knees until only the head of his cock is inside me, then letting myself drop down to the hilt. Jared helps, lifting me up and then guiding me down—forcefully—so I bottom out with a bang. Shudders rack me every single time. Jared grunts in unison.

I glance over my shoulder. His gaze is glued to my ass, to that spot where his cock disappears into my hole. I lean forward an inch to give him a better view. "Like what you see?"

"Yeah, I fucking like what I see." He yanks me down on him again.

Pleasure erupts through my body and bursts behind my eyes. I bite my shoulder, needing that little twinge of pain to keep myself from boiling over completely.

"Your ass is fucking bouncy." He slaps it, the contact is brief and the sting turns quickly into heat. The sound of it echoes through the small cabin and deep into the innermost parts of my soul.

"Your hole is stretched so wide. Fuck." His thumb slides down my crease, following the line of my tailbone until the pad rests against the lip of my hole.

He presses and we both gasp at the extra bit of pressure.

"Put it in. Put your thumb in my ass." I don't know where the words come from. Certainly not from my conscious mind. But the second they leave my lips, it becomes the single most important thing in the entire fucking world.

"Fuck," Jared growls.

It doesn't feel possible at first. I'm already stretched so wide, already at my limit. There's no way I can accommodate anymore. But Jared doesn't give up so easily. He pushes and wiggles his thumb, working his way past the rim and into my body.

"Fuck! Fuck, Logan!"

"Ahh!" I throw my head back as his thumb pops inside. I can't help clenching, clamping down on that extra bit of girth. I can feel his thumb moving, rubbing on the inside of my channel, hooking on the ring of muscle.

"Fuck, you're sucking me in. You can't get enough, can you? You're just one big, greedy hole."

His words thread through me, hitting every hidden pleasure button. I grab my cock, my balls, physically squeezing my orgasm back from the edge.

Sweat rolls down my back, drips off my nose. My hair is wet and plastered to my head. I'm burning up from the inside out and every thrust, every wiggle of Jared's thumb in my hole, only ratchets the temperature up higher.

"Do you want another one? You can take another, can't you?"

"Jaaareeed…" I sob. I can't. I can't take anymore. But I want it. I want everything he can give me, every single inch.

More pressure, a spike of pain. The world goes white behind my eyelids as he forces his other thumb into my hole. I've never been stretched so wide before. I've never been so full. Jared's already monster cock, plus his two big thumbs.

He rotates them around his cock, changing the angle of the stretch so I can't get used to it. He curls them around my sphincter and pulls—hard. He shoves them as far inside as they'll go and wiggles them back and forth.

I'm going to come. Fuck, I'm going to come. Not yet. It's too soon. I want to see his face when I spray my load all over him.

I slam myself down on Jared and hold myself there, fighting back the onslaught of pleasure. It courses through me, almost cresting multiple times before it subsides enough for me to move.

Jared carefully extracts his thumbs from my ass. Then I proceed to turn myself around on Jared's cock.