22. Jared

TWENTY-TWO

We shouldn't be doingthis. Alonzo could show up at any moment. He could be outside, waiting to storm the cabin right now.

But then, we shouldn't have fucked earlier either.

I have no sense of self-preservation when it comes to Logan. Whatever he wants, whatever he desires, I'll bend over backward to give it to him. I'll never be able to say no, never be able to deny him.

So when he latches onto the head of my cock and sucks… my knees fall to the side, my head falls back, and I let out a low, moaning, "Fuuuccck."

He nibbles his way from the head down to the base. My hands go to his head and thread through his hair, his curly oh-so-grabbable hair. Silky and smooth. The perfect length to tangle my fingers in.

My dick throbs as he nuzzles my crotch, rubbing his face all over my cotton-covered cock and balls. I'm not sure whether I'm the one moving his face around or if Logan's doing it himself. It doesn't matter, because the sight of it, of Logan marking himself with my scent, makes me pump out so much pre-cum the wet spot doubles in size.

"Take it out," I growl, so low and gravelly I barely understand myself.

Logan's fingers hook over the elastic band of my underwear and his gaze shoots up to mine. We lock eyes as he slowly, inch by inch, pulls the fabric down. My cock pops out and smacks Logan in the face. His lips curl into an open-mouthed smile as he rubs his cheek up and down my length.

God, that's lewd. Especially when pre-cum spills out of my slit and ends up all over his skin in shiny, wet patches. Then he closes his lips around the head, just the head, and suckles on my cock like I'm a goddamn pacifier. He is so engrossed in the moment, blissed out and lost to it. My sweet, sweet Logan, such a good little cocksucker. It should be illegal for someone to look so good with their lips wrapped around dick.

I pull him off me, dragging him up to me for a kiss. Fuck, he smells like me and tastes like me. Perhaps it makes me a barbarian, but the thought of having marked him, having claimed Logan as my territory gives me a gut-deep satisfaction. He's mine.

I plunge my tongue into his mouth and Logan whimpers. I pull back and plunge in again. Again and again, until I'm fucking his mouth with my tongue. He tries to keep up with me, chasing me back and forth, always a millisecond too late. Then I let him catch me, his tongue swirling with mine, circling, brushing, caressing.

The kiss is all-consuming as I pour everything I am into it. I give all of myself to Logan, the best parts of me and the worst. The brightest bits of my life and the darkest depths of my soul. My head spins and my heart thuds as the truth seizes me. I'm one lucky bastard.

Logan is the man of my dreams. The one I've been searching for, even if I didn't realize I was searching for anyone. I've spent a lot of my life moving from one place to another, rarely staying put long enough to make friends, to build connections, to feel like I belong. Even after I left behind the undercover work, I was never able to fully shed the habit of pretending to be someone else. I've never let anyone in. I've never allowed anyone to see who I really am.

That changed with Logan. I might not have told him my real name, but I never felt the need to be someone I wasn't around him. He let me be myself. He let me bring my guard down without the fear of getting hurt. I feel at home when I'm with him. I feel like I belong.

I don't know how much time I have left with Logan. Tonight, tomorrow—that might be all there is. And if that's the case, I want to take advantage of every moment we're gifted with.

Logan's hand settles on my chest and he gently, but firmly, pushes me back into the chair. His deep green eyes swirl with a complex mix of emotions that perfectly mirror mine. He understands this moment. How important it is. How we're standing on the brink of something major. Our lives will be different in a few days, but we have no control over how.

"Logan," I sound choked.

"Shh." He brushes his fingers over my lips before sitting back on his heels. "I've got you."

With his gaze fixed on mine, he lowers his head and takes my cock back into his mouth. And not just the head. He sinks all the way down, enveloping me in hot, wet, tightness. I hit the back of his throat and I can feel the muscles contract right at my tip.

"Fuck, Logan."

He hums. The vibrations travel down my length and hit me deep. My hips jerk and Logan gags. He pulls up for air, drooling spit all over my dick and down my balls. As he catches his breath, he strokes me, hand gliding over my rock-hard shaft.

It's so obscene seeing him like this. Eyes watering, lips bruised and red, everything's wet with the combination of tears, spit, and pre-cum. It's so fucking hot and as odd as it sounds, it makes my heart swell with such tenderness and love. How is he real? How can someone be sweetness and sunshine, and filthy and badass all at the same time?

"You're so fucking amazing."

His eyes shine brilliant green at the praise. "Yeah? How amazing?"

I caress his cheek. "More than I knew was possible. More than I deserve."

He turns into my palm and gives me a sloppy, wet kiss. "No, you deserve everything. You deserve the world."

I shake my head, at a loss for how he could believe that after all the things I've put him through.

"You're a fucking hero, Jared." He gives me a particularly tight tug on my cock. "And you deserve a hero's blowjob."

His eyes twinkle in delight right before he goes down on me again. He bobs his head quickly up and down my shaft. He takes my balls in his hand, massaging them like he's trying to work the cum out of them.

Pressure builds as pleasure courses through me. The perfect suction of Logan's mouth, the beautiful O of his lips, the wet, sloppy sounds he makes. Logan moans again and the rumble penetrates right to the core of me, triggering a chain reaction that has me roaring my release.

Stars flash in my eyes. Blood rushes past my ears. My toes curl and my hips come right off the chair. My skin tingles and aftershocks of pleasure crest over and over. Logan doesn't stop sucking and slurping until I'm too sensitive and have to pull him off.

I immediately draw him into a kiss again. He drank down my cum, but I can still taste remnants of it in his mouth. I probe every last corner until there's nothing left. Except I haven't had enough.

"Get up here," I growl.

He giggles when I grab his hips and drag them toward me. He considerately rises to his feet, bringing his crotch perfectly in line with my face. I don't have the patience to tease him or draw this out. I want his cock in my mouth and then I want his cum down my throat.

"Eager much?"

"Someone interrupted my dinner." I grouse as I attack the joggers he's wearing.

"Oh, no, we can't let you go hungry."

"Good thing, I know a yummy source of protein."

He giggles again as I yank his joggers and underwear down his thighs. But when I'm faced with his dick, long and slender, I'm forced to pause and admire it. I've never been one to think of a dick as beautiful, but there's no denying how pretty Logan's is. So perfectly proportional, the exact right length and girth to fit into my palm and down my throat. The sensual slide of his foreskin under my fingers.

"Oh god." Logan sways a bit as I play with him.

I bring him closer, slotting him in between my knees, my arm wrapped firmly around his thighs. He grabs my shoulders, fisting his hands into the fabric of my sweater to hold himself up. "Please, Jared, I won't last long."

A part of me wants to slow things down, take my time, and wind him up so tight he's begging me for release. But then a pearl of pre-cum beads in his slit. I flick my tongue out to lick it up and Logan's flavor bursts in my mouth. I can't wait any longer. I need to have him. Now.

Logan gasps when I engulf his cock. With his balls cradled in my palm to keep him close, I suck and slurp to my heart's content. I lose myself in his cock. In that sweet and tangy taste that's uniquely him. The weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my jaw when I swallow him down.

"Oh, fuck, yes." Logan's breathing hard. His balls are tight in my hands. His fingers dig into my shoulders. "Jared, Jared!"

With my other hand, I squeeze the round globe of his ass. Then my fingers slip in between those delectable cheeks. I cleaned him up earlier, but he's still loose and wet. When I press a finger to the wrinkled skin of his hole, it sinks right in.

"Fuck! Jared!" Logan's hips tilt, first forward, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth, then back, trying to impale himself on my finger.

He leaks gallons of pre-cum down my throat and his ass does its best to suck my hand into his body. It only takes a few seconds of this dual assault before Logan clamps down hard on my finger and cum shoots out of his cock.

He unloads in my mouth, spurt after delicious spurt, and I drink it all down, every last sumptuous drop.

"Fuck, that was good." His words are slurred as he sways on his feet. I hold him steady when he bends down for a kiss. "Belly nice and full?" he murmurs against my lips.

I love this man so fucking much.

I feed him the remnants of his cum and he sucks on my tongue like he can't get enough. "Mmhmm, with the highest quality protein."

He smiles. "Only the best for my man."

Smash.The window shatters.

Thud.A bullet hits wood.

"Get down!"