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 give him a little nod, trying to collect myself before I fall into him for the rest of the night.
“Touch yourself.”
His eyes dance across my face. “Forgot how bossy you can be.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Fuck,” he says as he concedes, reaching down to grip the base of his cock. He starts to stroke, and I watch his movements, marveling at the beauty of his body as he works into a rhythm.
I use my free hand to steal a little more precum from his tip, bringing it to his hole.
“This is going to be a stretch,” I tell him.
I use the slickness to try adding a second finger to his hole. It’s not quite enough, and I wish like fuck I had some sort of lube, but of all the things I keep in my art studio, that’s not one of them.
As my second finger pushes past his tight muscle, Logan leans his head back onto the floor, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I can take it,” he whispers.
“You sure about that?”
“Do it.”
My cock throbs under my pants at his insistence. I can’t even begin to think about how much I want to take him raw and split him with my cock right now, and the self-restraint feels like something I should get a goddamn award for.
I push my second finger in slowly and I feel him start to relax into the pressure.
“That’s it,” Logan gently murmurs.
He looks like a fallen god.
His eyes flutter closed again and I push a tiny bit deeper, leaning closer to his face.
“Stay with me,” I tell him.
His eyes open again, meeting mine. I feel like I can see a whole world in the flecks of silvery grey, like there’s a whole ocean behind his gaze, glittering like the water’s surface.
“I’m here,” he says.
My heart lurches in my chest.
Fuck, why does that feel so good when he says it?
I shove my fingers a little further in, trying to ignore how strong of an effect he’s having on me. I pay close attention to every hitch of his breath as I move, making sure I stretch him, but never hurt him too much.
“I like it when it’s like this,” I tell him, hanging a few inches above his lips. “When you’re really with me.”
“I know,” he whispers.
Christ. I feel like I’m slowly coaxing something from him at all times, drawing him out toward me, again and again.
I hold his gaze, cocking my head to one side as I finally press two fingers inside him all the way. His breath catches as I hold it there, then when I push on him from the inside he exhales.
And words just keep spilling out of my mouth.
“I thought I got over it. I thought I fucking got over it, Logan, and then I realized I didn’t when I couldn’t even get myself hard for another man.”
His eyes widen, just a little. “I didn’t know that.”
I let my head dip low, burying my face in the crook of his neck for a moment. I pull in a long breath, drawing in his scent, wishing I could stay in a cloud of him forever.
“I used to fuck whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted,” I tell him. “But after you… nobody got to me. Not in the same way.”
He swallows, and I’m pressed up against his neck in a way that lets me feel his throat move.
“I know the feeling,” he says softly, like he’s confessing something.
Something sparks inside me.
“Logan, are you saying…”
“Nobody’s touched me in a long time, Chase.”
“Oh my God,” I murmur, my insides skittering like I’m full of tiny explosions. “Don’t tell me that—”
“You were the last person I was with,” he admits.
Every nerve in my body goes molten.
It had been a question I’d been afraid to ask him.
Neither of us owed each other anything, and the only reason I had a year-long dry spell is because my body felt like it couldn’t respond to anyone else, anymore. I thought something had broken inside me. Gotten irrevocably fucked up, because for some reason I was fixated on one man.
But if Logan hasn’t been with anyone, either…
Too good.
Don’t do it, Chase, just don’t fucking do it.
Don’t fall deeper into a blind obsession you know you can’t control.
I let out a frustrated groan as I bite against his bare shoulder, moving up toward his ear.
“I need you to come for me,” I demand. “Touch your cock. I want you to come while I’m inside you.”
He breathes. “Impatient again?”
“You know me so well. By the way, next time it’s my cock, not my fingers,” I utter as I pull almost all the way out of him and then shove back in again hard. “I have to fuck you. You can hold back any secret from me forever, but it won’t change the fact that I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted anything before. And I know you want me, too—”