Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
I can’t stop rubbing the top of his back in slow, steady circles. I don’t have a single clue if I’d feel comfortable touching other guys… but having Logan resting on me like this feels good. Like he’s keeping me from drifting away, up into the air like a loosened balloon.
Plus he smells good. Definitely a plus.
I shift the couch pillows a little bit behind me and slide a little further down on the sofa, trying not to disturb him.
Within another twenty minutes, I’m drifting to sleep.
I wake up to grey, overcast light pouring into the suite. I squint as I blink my eyes open, and Logan’s nowhere to be found.
There are a few things on the coffee table in front of me. A neatly folded bath towel, a bottle of ibuprofen, a glass water bottle, and an electrolyte packet. Everything else on the couch has been tidied. The pillow and blanket on the opposite end of the L-shaped couch are folded and put back into place.
My cock is stiff with raging morning wood, and it feels tight against the pants I slept in. I squeeze it through the fabric as I glance around, trying to determine if I’m alone.
For a minute I think that Logan must have left and the cleaning service has already come through, but then I hear a sound from the end of the long hall.
Logan steps out.
His hair is freshly washed. His hair is a little curlier like that, and he’s wearing another outfit that looks like it belongs on a fashion runway. Slate trousers and a baby-blue satin button down, with sunglasses already tucked into the neck.
“Did I wake you?” he asks.
I feel like I’m barely worthy of speaking to him. Like a living Greek god just entered the room and I’m a sleepy intruder with messed-up hair and only a few coherent thoughts.
“No. You’re fine,” I tell him.
He gives me a soft smile but he doesn’t linger before striding toward the kitchen. I watch him move around in there, grabbing some kind of protein powder and mixing it into a drink.
“I have a meeting in midtown, so I’ll have to leave soon. Is there anything you need?” he asks me.
He’s trying to stay surface-level again.
But I expect it at this point. It doesn’t bother me.
“Need a shower,” I tell him. “And maybe a spare set of sweatpants and a T-shirt if you have them? Promise I’ll return them.”
He nods. “I have extras of everything. I’ll show you one of the guest showers.”
I grab the towel he left on the coffee table and follow him part of the way down the hallway. Once we get to the bathroom attached to one of the bedrooms, I pull off my shirt and start unzipping my pants. While he’s turning the shower on for me, which is totally unnecessary, I strip fully.
He turns around to see my naked body and his eyes go wide.
“It’s fine,” I tell him. “Like I said. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”
I love seeing his eyes travel down to glance at my cock before he looks away. If he wasn’t being so polite and proper this morning, I’d be tempted to make a joke about forcing him to suck me off again.
…And thinking about that is starting to make my cock rapidly harden again now, so it’s probably a good thing that Logan steps out of the bathroom before I freak him out even further.
“Going to be heading out for my meeting in five,” he calls back toward me. “I’ll leave some spare clothes on the bed in here.”
“Thanks, babe. Have a good day at work. I’ll have dinner on the table at 5.”
I was attempting to make a joke, sounding like a devoted spouse saying goodbye to their husband, but I have no clue if it landed because I can’t see his reaction.
I hop into the shower and my morning wood has now come back with a vengeance. Before I step into the spray of the shower, I wrap my fist around my dick and start to stroke. I glance back toward the open bathroom door, wondering if Logan’s going to poke his head back in.
As I stroke myself, my mind keeps fixating on the idea of that.
I wouldn’t mind if he caught me. I’ve always felt proud of my cock, but it’s on another level with Logan.
The image of last night flashes through my mind and I throb, squeezing my fist around my shaft even tighter.
He really wanted me.
Maybe it was just the idea of conquest, like he enjoyed being the first man to wrap his lips around me. Logan probably doesn’t actually like me all that much, considering that we’d never, ever hang out if we hadn’t randomly met in a bar and then on the rooftop.
But in that moment, he fucking wanted me.